Our Hidden Life
Elliot Silvestri
Our Hidden Life
A Swinger Lifestyle Erotic Novel
Elliot Silvestri
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Our Hidden Life
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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Chapter 1
“Bill and Taffy aren’t going to make it this weekend,” I reported to my wife.
Kirbi looked up from her phone at me. “Yeah, Taffy was just texting me.”
“Think it’s over for them?”
“Yup.” She made a show of glancing at her watch. “Five months, ten days, and twelve hours. You owe me five bucks. You said they’d make it at least six months.”
“That’s why I love you, because you know my shortcomings.”
“At least we’ll have the cabin to ourselves this weekend.”
“And I thought that you wanted them along so you might get caught by them.”
It wasn’t a very strange fetish my wife had. She liked having sex outside where there was a risk of getting caught, either by strangers or acquaintances.
I was always willing to go along with it because she was, first, my wife, second, a great fuck, and third, because she always made me horny.
“That’s exactly why I wanted them there,” she said, reaching out and gripping my cock through my pants.
I was already stiff.
We were in the middle of text conversations, but that didn’t matter. I grabbed her phone and tossed it aside so I could give her a kiss.
It didn’t stop there. A minute later I had her naked and my face was between her thighs as she reclined on the couch. I loved eating her pussy. I only had my shirt off and my cock was trapped painfully in my pants. She rested her hand on top of my head lightly guiding me.
“Do you really want to do this right now?” she asked when I came up for a breath. Her pussy was sopping wet and hot and I wanted to fuck her.
I quickly unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, not even bothering to take off my shoes. I just kept my pants around my ankles and pulled her to the edge of the couch.
“Yes.”
She took hold of my cock and guided me into her pussy.
I sank all the way in. I loved hearing her moan as I filled her up.
“Fuck yes.”
It wasn’t the best sex of our marriage, but it was fast and intense so it was more than worth it.
It was on the drive up to the cabin that Bill repeatedly texted me. Because I was driving I ignored the texts but eventually I dug the phone out of my pocket and tossed it to Kirbi. “Can you check who’s texting me before we hit the dead zone?”
My wife had been quiet on the drive up, spending too much time on her phone as well. “Bill,” she reported. “Fuck.”
“Fuck what?”
“He sold his half of the cabin to someone. They’re on the way right now.”
I glanced her way. “Who?” This was shaping up to be a disaster.
“Merle and Pearle,” she said with a giggle. “Are they time travelers from the 1940s?”
“Do you still want to go?” I asked her.
“Hell yes. The sneaking around will be tougher, but that makes it more fun.”
“You’re a twisted little slut, you know that?”
“I wouldn’t be if my mother hadn’t walked in on me losing my virginity in high school.”
“Should have locked the door.”
“Weirdly, it unlocked a kink.”
“Yes. Very funny. Can you read me all of his texts, please?”
“Sure.” She scrolled back on my phone. “‘Can’t afford to throw away the cabin after the breakup. Sold it to a friend of a friend. Merle. He’s bringing his girlfriend, Pearle. Sorry about the late notice. I owe you one.’”
Kirbi put the phone down. “Should we…say something?”
“To Bill? To Taffy? To Merle and Pearle?”
“All of them. Actually, just to Merle and Pearle.” She smirked. “Stupid names. Do you have a number for him? Them?”
“No. First I’ve heard of this guy.”
“I’ll text Bill.”
“Do that.”
She was busy with my phone for a minute.
“But if they show up…should we say anything to them?”
“About you wanting to fuck in the great outdoors and possible get caught in the act? That would be a leading question, wouldn’t it? Were you planning on telling Bill and Taffy?
“No…”
“So, I thought you liked sneaking around.”
“I do…but what about…our history?”
“Are you looking to hook up with them?”
“No.”
“So what’s the problem?”
Merle and Pearle weren’t at the cabin when we arrived. That wasn’t surprising, but none of our texts had gone through to Bill. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen.
It was early fall, but up north there was already a chill in the air as the sun was setting. “Let’s take a quick hike,” said Kirbi after we brought in our bags and the food for the weekend.
“You just want to take advantage of me, lady,” I protested but kicked off my sneakers and found my hiking boots.
“True. Well, I want that among other things.”
We had a couple of places along the closest hiking trail where she liked to have sex. The trick was to do it fast, but not so fast it wasn’t fun. Kirbi said she came the hardest when she heard other people’s voices while they were hiking toward us.
We went to the closest spot where someone, years earlier, had set up a picnic table. It was the perfect height to bend Kirbi over and fuck her.
“Get your cock out,” she said as she knelt down in front of me.
I did a quick look around to make sure there wasn’t anyone in the immediate area. Just trees and more trees and maybe a few birds. I could hear a squirrel nattering off somewhere in the canopy. Half the trees still held their leaves. We weren’t exactly hidden.
That was the way Kirbi liked it.
I unzipped and pulled out my cock. Immediately my wife had me in her mouth, sucking happily away.
Despite my nervousness she got me hard like she always did.
“Going to fuck me in the ass this time?” she asked when she judged I was sufficiently hard and ready. Standing up she pushed down her hiking pants and bent over the table, showing me her ass and, more importantly, her pussy.
God bless my wife. She was already dripping wet in anticipation.
“Didn’t bring the lube in the trail pack,” I said as I slipped my cock between her lips. She guided me in with her hand.
“Oh fuck yes I’ve been waiting for this,” she moaned as I filled her.
“Want me to take it slow?” I asked, pulling out a little and then pushing back in. Once I was good and slick with her amrita, I grabbed the table on either side of her hips and slowly started thrusting back and forth.
“No, fuck me hard,” she begged.
I fucked her slowly.
“Noooo,” she moaned. “We have to do this fast.”
“I thought you wanted to get caught,” I teased her.
“Fuck,” she panted. I was hitting the right spot inside her pussy. We could both feel it. “I don’t want to get caught,” she grunted. “I want the thrill of getting caught.”
“Do you think anyone is around?” I asked her, casting my gaze into the trees. It was rare to meet anyone else on these hiking trails, but we had in the past. We’d never gotten caught, but there was always a first time.
“Maybe,” she groaned.
“Do you want to get caught?” I teased her some more.
“No.”
“I think you do. I think you want to get caught.”
Kirbi was an HR manager. She spent far too much time dealing with sexual harassment problems. It was what she complained about the most. We both knew that she got off on the risk of the HR manager getting caught in some sexual misbehavior.
People are fucked up.
“I don’t,” she begged as I fucked her faster. I was starting to feel it. “I just…I just…want you to make me cum.”
I looked down at her ass and the way it shook each time I drove into her. I loved that.
Pausing in my thrusting, I put my boot on the tangle of pants and underwear that was wrapped around her ankles. “Maybe I should fuck you, make you cum, take your clothes, and force you to walk back to the cabin naked.”
Her pussy flushed hot and tightened up on my cock. I shoved my hand up underneath her shirt. Her sports bra was too tight so I couldn’t get underneath it to her tits but I could feel her hard nipple through the material. I pinched one just hard enough to make her groan louder. It wasn’t that Kirbi liked pain when we fucked, but I liked to torture her a little.
Sometimes a lot.
She came. She came hard—like she always did when we fucked outside where we might get caught—and I loved how her pussy got hot and clamped down on my cock.
I’ll admit it. It wasn’t my kink, but I liked her reaction to being fucked where we might get caught.
She made me cum. I didn’t cum nearly as hard as Kirbi, but it felt good shooting my load into her. I struggled to stay on my feet when I was done.
“We need to get dressed,” she said urgently.
“Why? There’s no one around.”
Kirbi elbowed me in the ribs and I took a step back, pulling my cock free of her pussy.
She hurried to pull up her underwear and pants. This was typical behavior of Kirbi right after we had outdoor sex. She started to panic. It was sort of cute.
“Don’t you want a baby wipe?” I asked her, reaching into the pack I had dropped next to the picnic table. It took me a moment to find the small container. I pulled one out and wiped off my cock before stuffing it back into my pants, still semi-erect. She was in the process of zipping her pants as I disposed of the wipe in a plastic bag I had shoved into the pack.
“You sure you don’t want one?” I asked casually, proffering the container to her. “Otherwise I’m going to be dripping out of you the entire way back to the cabin.”
She gave me a grin. “I know. And my panties will be getting soaked.”
Sometimes it's nice to be married to a kinky woman. She called them panties but really they were athletic underwear; I wasn’t going to argue with her about that.
We walked back to the cabin talking about nothing in particular. That was the nice part about being married so long: intense sex and quiet contemplation together.
All that ended when we rounded the bend and saw an unfamiliar car parked next to ours at the cabin.
“I guess Merle and Pearle made it.”
Chapter 2
Merle and Pearle were perfectly nice people. They were in their late thirties, at least ten years younger than us, if I was any judge. If anything, Merle was average. Perfectly average with black hair, average height, bland looks, and a couple of tattoos peeking out from his shirt sleeves. Pearle was short, just over five feet tall, with long blonde hair and huge tits. I caught myself staring at her cleavage more than once. I wanted to say her tits were as big as her head, but that seemed rude. I’m sure her boobs were enhanced a bit by her being soft and curvy, unlike my athletic wife.
They introduced themselves. It was a bit awkward. We offered to make dinner for them while they settled into the cabin. We all acknowledged it was a little weird sharing a private space with people we hardly knew, but Kirbi and I told them we would be spending most of the weekend hiking and out of the cabin. They were fine with that. Pearle definitely didn’t seem the athletic or adventurous type.
Dinner was fine and it seemed like things were going to work out without a problem.
The cabin, one we had rented many times before, had all the modern amenities except for internet or cable. It had a television and DVD player, but there wouldn’t be any signal from the outside world. Merle and Pearle had been informed of this, presumably by Bill, and had brought along a few movies to watch. We declined to join them.
Kirbi said she needed to shower. I accompanied her into our bedroom that shared a wall with theirs.
“Help me with my bra?”
The sports bra compacted her tits but it was so tight she struggled to get it off without help. I was happy to help and freed her small boobs, taking advantage of the opportunity to palm and squeeze them.
“I was going to shower…”
“Want to fuck first?” I offered.
“You’ll have to peel my panties off. Your cum dried and glued them to me.”
I went down on my knees and just as I started to pull down her underwear, I noticed a pair of bruises on her hip bones.
She winced when I touched them. “Must be from the picnic table.”
“I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.”
“I like it rough, you know that.”
I did and by way of apology I lightly kissed both bruises. Then I carefully eased down her underwear. The gusset clung to her hairless lips, stretching them out. She winced again.
“I offered you a wipe,” I reminded her.
Abruptly she pushed them down. “Yeah, yeah.”
“You have a pretty pussy,” I told her, giving her another kiss on her hairless mound. She had shaved that morning. By the end of the weekend she’d have a bit of stubble.
“You always say that.”
“It’s always the truth.”
She sighed and pushed me away before heading to the bathroom. “Shit. I don’t have a robe.”
“Put your clothes back on,” I suggested.
“Too much fucking effort.”
“I’ll grab a towel from the bathroom. You can wear that.”
She didn’t like that solution, but it was good enough.
Weirdly, though the towel covered more than a bikini, it seemed a lot sexier. Still, Kirbi made a quick dash from the bedroom to the bathroom.
Merle and Pearle were on the couch in the common room and didn’t seem to notice her.
We didn’t go to bed particularly early but we went eagerly. Whenever we were in the cabin, we had a lot of sex. Still, we waited until we thought that our cabin companions were asleep. We both read while waiting.
We shouldn’t have bothered. I didn’t hear them at first, but then when I paused in my reading, it was obvious. The walls were made of pine logs and the place was usually quiet.
Kirbi turned to me. “Do you hear them fucking?” She asked this in a half-whisper.
I gave it another moment. “Yeah…” I kept my voice low.
We both listened for a few more seconds. “She really likes it.”
Pearle was not quiet in bed. Her moans weren’t soft. She was repeating a little chant of, “Uh…yeah…uh…yeah.”
“Are you getting turned on?” my wife asked me.
“Sort of,” I hedged.
She snaked her hand under the sheets and grabbed my cock. I was definitely hard.
“You are,” she teased.
“So?” I asked. “She’s sort of pretty.”
Kirbi set aside her book and slid on top of me, straddling my hips.. I was wearing pajama bottoms just in case a bit of modesty was needed in the middle of the night, but she was wearing just a pair of cotton panties and a tank top. She ground her pussy down on my hardness.
“Do you want to fuck her?” she asked me.
“Sort of…”
“You do, don’t you?” Kirbi bit her lip. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her panties and my pajamas. I shivered in anticipation. “You want to suck on her big tits?”
We listened to Pearle moan again. More loudly this time.
“Fuck yes.” I pushed down my bottoms, freeing my cock. Kirbi rotated her hips, teasing me. I knew we were going to fuck. “Do you?”
“She’s a pretty little thing,” Kirbi sighed. “But she’s probably straight as an arrow.”
I conjured up an image of Kirbi eating Pearle’s little blonde pussy, her face stuffed between the other woman’s thick thighs.
“I’ve got to fuck you,” I begged.
It was too much effort for her to get off me and remove her panties. She just pulled aside the gusset and together we shoved my cock up inside her.
Kirbi moaned almost as loudly as Pearle.
“Shh!” I cautioned her. “They’ll hear.”
“I don’t care.”
She rode me slowly. We both listened to our companions fuck. Suddenly the noise stopped.
“Do you think she came?” I asked.
Kirbi shook her head. “No. Probably he did and they’re done.”
She was proved wrong a second later. Pearle’s moaning resumed. Faster now. We both stopped moving and breathing. I could just barely hear the slap of flesh on flesh.
“Changed positions,” I decided. “Railing her from behind.”
“Fuck yeah,” Kirbi agreed and started pumping her hips.
“Slow down. I want to hear her cum.”
“Me too…but your cock feels so good…”
She slowed a bit. We listened—eavesdropped—on their fucking. It was hot. Pearle wasn't ashamed or—more likely—she didn’t realize we could hear her.
They lasted another couple of minutes before Pearle let out a little scream—maybe it was a loud scream but was muted by the wall—announcing her orgasm.
A few seconds later the cabin was mostly silent.
“That was…so…fucking…hot,” Kirbi moaned as she pumped her hips.
I nodded in agreement, thrusting upwards into her as hard as I could.
We both came. I managed to hold off just long enough for my wife’s pussy to turn red hot before I extinguished her heat with my cum.
“Best sex in months,” Kirbi panted.
I had to agree with her.
Things got weird the next day.
Chapter 3
We were at the peak autumn foliage for the cabin’s region. That meant we had a narrow window of opportunity for photography. I wasn’t just taking pretty photos of the fall colors. Kirbi and I headed out early after a quick breakfast of oatmeal. I wanted to catch the morning sun.
I had more nude photos of my wife than clothed photos. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and I liked looking at dirty photos of her.
The air was crisp and cool. When we arrived at the first overlook spot for the valley the sun’s rays were at the perfect angle.
“Get undressed, quickly,” I told my wife as I prepped my camera.
“You could be a little more polite,” she said as she cast her eyes around, making sure we weren’t going to be interrupted by other hikers.
The coast was clear and she started unbuttoning and unzipping.
“Please get undressed quickly,” I amended as I started shooting her stripping.
When I had asked her to start doing nude modeling, but just for me, Kirbi was reluctant because she didn’t consider herself to be any great beauty though she definitely had the body for it. Weirdly, posing nude for me gave her great confidence, even if I was the only one who ever saw the picture. Even weirder, the pictures I took were definitely of the arty variety. Yes, she was nude but it wasn’t graphic. I wasn’t going for that vibe.
But I wondered about it.
It was nice to see her naked body against the backdrop of a small waterfall with the vibrant orange and yellow leaves behind her. She left her hiking shoes on, but I was fine with that. Once I got in all my pictures I put down my camera and gave her the eye.
“Want to try it this time?” I asked, inclining my head up the trail. “Next spot is only a half mile away.”
Her skin was covered in goosebumps and her nipples stood out prominently from her tits. The tan lines from her summer swim suit had mostly faded. I looked down at her pussy, completely hairless. She had been shaving and waxing for years. I couldn’t remember how it looked with hair.
“Are you going to undress too?” she asked me.
I shook my head. “No.”
I knew my wife. She was turned on but didn’t want to admit it. She wasn’t a nudist, but she liked being naked when it involved risk.
“I’m not sure—”
“Do you want to fuck Merle?” I abruptly asked her.
“He’s okay…” She was trying to avoid the issue.
“Walk naked to the next spot and we’ll seduce Merle and Pearle together.”
She licked her lips. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Yup.”
Kirbi had dropped her clothes on the small hiking pack she had been carrying. Making a quick decision, she shoved the clothes into the pack and tossed it on her shoulder. “Ready to go?” she asked me and started up the trail.
I liked it when she led. I could watch her ass.
It was a huge risk hiking naked, not so much for the wildlife, the season was wrong for insects, but for meeting others. As much as she was loath to admit it, the thrill of being caught was what turned Kirbi on.
Ten minutes later we were at the next point. The sun was just starting to get too bright so I had to hurry to get the pictures I wanted. I already had too many of Kirbi but that didn’t stop me from taking more.
She posed on a rock that had been used by countless hikers as a resting bench. Since she was so turned on from her naked walk, she gave me slightly more explicit poses.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked, throwing all caution to the wind.
“No. I want to watch you play with yourself.”
She mashed her lips together and then spread her legs wide enough to show me more than necessary, before pushing a pair of fingers up her pussy. “Like this?” she asked.
I continued to snap photos. “Yes. Like that. More like that.”
I watched my wife pleasure herself. I knew it wouldn’t take her long to cum but I wasn’t willing to wait. My cock was stiff in my pants. I pulled the tripod from my pack, quickly set up the camera to take pictures every three seconds, and joined her on the rock.
Her eyes were desperate. She was right on the edge of orgasm. “I thought…I thought you were just…gonna watch.”
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. “Suck me off,” I told her.
She didn’t have to be told twice. My cock went into her mouth as she continued to rub her clit. We had done this sort of thing before but the pictures always came out terrible.
Kirbi came first. She took my cock from her mouth so she could moan loudly as she finished herself off. Her ass must have been cold sitting on the rock but I didn’t care. As she came she stroked my cock and looked up at me.
We both knew what was going to happen. She said nothing and neither did I. A second later I came. The first shot landed on her face, the next two hit her neck and tits, the final dribbles fell to the ground.
“You look beautiful with my cum on your face.”
“You always say that,” she replied as she wiped up the thick fluid from her skin and sucked her fingers. That alone was good enough to make my cock stay hard.
“True. But it’s also true.”
“I’d better get dressed.” She started toward her pack.
“What would it take for you to hike all the way back wearing nothing?”
She extracted a week of cooking and dishwashing out of me, with the understanding that if anyone came up the trail she was jumping into the woods and getting dressed. I was happy to agree.
The weather was lovely so I knew that we’d run into someone on the trail. I couldn’t wait for her to panic when it happened. Or maybe she’d just try to casually pass off hiking in the nude on a chilly morning as a normal thing.
The gods were against me. We heard voices a couple of times, but the many hiking trails in the area allowed relative privacy for those who wanted it. Each time we heard other people, Kirbi would start to pull away. I’d squeeze her hand and hold her fast.
Before I knew it we were back at the cabin, approaching from the rear.
“Want to go in like this?” I asked her.
“I could do with a shower,” she said thoughtfully.
“You were hiding the goods yesterday.”
“But I want to fuck Merle today,” she pointed out. “Especially after listening to Pearle last night.”
We made a plan. I’d walk in casually, Kirbi behind me, we’d see how things were and if Merle and Pearle were ready to see a naked woman casually walking through the cabin. Both were up and drinking coffee at the small table in the kitchen. From their vantage point they could see into the main part of the cabin. Kirbi would just barely pass through their line of sight.
I stayed quiet other than greeting the two of them. They weren’t morning people. We had agreed I’d call out to Kirbi if the coast wasn’t clear.
I remained silent.
She walked in, heading toward the bathroom to shower, at the last moment saw the two near-strangers at the kitchen table, glared at me, and continued on her way.
Merle did a double take. “Uh…did I just see Kirbi walk by naked?”
I grinned. “Yeah. There’s a couple of bad spots on the trail and she fell into some mud. Didn’t want to track it all over the cabin. She left her clothes outside.”
Pearle blinked. “Did I miss something?”
“Just Kirbi walking by naked,” said Merle. He had a grin on his face. “You missed something, all right.” He glanced my way. “You don’t mind me saying that, do you?”
“She’s got the bod to walk around naked,” I agreed.
Pearle rolled her eyes. “Men.”
I grabbed some coffee and sat down in the living room to go through my pictures. They weren’t terrible. The ones of Kirbi giving me a blowjob was better than average for automated shots. When Kirbi was done in the shower she left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, shooting eye daggers my way. I commandeered the bathroom and showered myself.
When I was done and dressed, as I was coming out of the bedroom, I heard Kirbi talking. She was at the table with Pearle. “I just wanted to let you know that we could hear you last night.”
Pearle’s eyes went wide. I stopped mid-stride.
“Ohmygod! I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to—”
“Relax. It’s fine. Made the sex we had listening to you better.” Kirbi winked at me as I finished walking in and sat down with the two women. Merle was nowhere to be seen. I could hear the shower running.
Pearle took a breath. “Still, I’m sorry. But you should know that Merle saw you walking naked through the living room.”
Glancing my way Kirbi said, “I know. My jerk of a husband said you two wouldn’t see me.”
“I’m sure Merle liked the show.”
The two women laughed.
“I think we’re even.”
“Want to plan something for dinner tonight?”
Plans were made and eventually the other two left the cabin together, saying they’d be back later. Kirbi swatted me.
“I can’t believe you did that to me!”
“You loved it.”
“Okay, true, but still!”
“How do you want to go about fucking them tonight?”
More plans were made.
Chapter 4
Dinner was great. I cooked. The conversation, aided by a couple of bottles of wine plus the flask of bourbon I always had handy, took an interesting turn.
“I can’t believe you let me flash them this morning,” Kirbi laughed.
“Technically you streaked in front of them,” I told her.
“I missed it,” Pearle said sourly. Then she turned bright red when she realized what she had said. “I mean…shit!”
We laughed at her embarrassment which she took in good naturedly.
“You should streak in front of Pearle,” Kirbi said to me. “That’ll even things up.”
The other two laughed.
“Sure,” I said and struggled to get out of my chair.
Pearle put her hand in front of her mouth when she saw I was serious. Merle said, “I don’t think I need to see that.”
“You got to see Kirbi naked!” Pearle protested. I pulled my shirt off. “Oh!” Pearle exclaimed. I’m not exactly a Greek god, or any type of god, but I did okay. “I changed my mind. Go ahead and give me a show.”
“Pearle!” I wasn’t sure if Merle was upset or angry or confused or what. Excited?
“We’re not exactly shy about nudity,” said Kirbi as I unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, but didn’t pull them down.
“Maybe we should tell them how we met,” I suggested to my wife.
“You want to tell a story now when you’re about to whip your dick out?” asked Pearle. Her eyes were fully dilated.
“We were both dating other people when we met at a party,” said Kirbi. “We were young and stupid—”
“And horny,” I added.”
“—and lacking in good judgment,” my wife continued. “We hooked up that night…and we’ve been together ever since.”
“I suppose we should tell you that we have an open marriage,” I added.
Merle and Pearle exchanged a glance.
“And we’ve been swingers on and off,” Kirbi said.
“Okay, wow,” Pearle managed to say.
“Are you…are you trying to seduce my girlfriend,” asked Merle. His voice was tight.
“Only if you want me to,” I told him.
“I want to see your cock,” Pearle said eagerly.
I shrugged and pulled down my pants and underwear enough to show my cock. I was semi-erect. Swollen but not rock hard. I have to say I looked good.
“Are you trying to swap with us?” asked Pearle.
“Only if you want to,” said Kirbi. “I want to.” She stood up and went to me, grabbing my cock and stroking it while kissing me. They were silent as we kissed. “Or you two can just watch us if you want.”
“Kirbi is an exhibitionist,” I reminded them.
They looked at us with wide eyes.
Kirbi went in for the kill. “Or you can suck Rud’s cock while I watch.”
The look on Pearle’s face said she was desperate to suck my cock and everything else. “Do you mind?” she asked Merle which was funny considering the circumstances.
He didn’t say anything.
I spoke up. “You guys don’t have to do anything. Swapping partners, in our experience, does one of two things. It either destroys the relationship or it brings the couple together.”
“How long have you been together?” Kirbi asked as she continued to pump her hand up and down on my cock.
“It’ll be a year in November,” said Pearle. That was too early in my opinion to open up a relationship, but then again, I was a hypocrite for thinking it.
“Do it,” Merle said to her.
She just nodded, not looking at him, while she left her boyfriend on the couch and half-crawled over to me.
Pearle took my cock out of Kirbi’s hand and eagerly surrounded all of me with her mouth.
I moaned in appreciation.
Kirbi took the place on the couch that Pearle had just abandoned. “You have to watch,” she said as I started getting one hell of a blowjob. “You’ll either love it or hate it. We can stop any time.”
Merle nodded. He was watching us closely. He barely noticed Kirbi putting her hand in his lap and rubbing his cock through his pants.
Pearle knew how to suck cock. I’d never say it, but she was probably better than Kirbi. I let her do her thing for a couple of minutes. I kept checking out of the corner of my eye what my wife was doing. Without a protest from Merle she had pulled out his hard cock and was jerking him off.
Everything was going perfectly.
“Keep this up and I’m going to cum in your mouth,” I told Pearle.
She backed off. “You can do that,” she said. “Or…you can fuck me.” She looked at the couple on the couch. “Is that okay?”
Kirbi nodded vigorously. Merle nodded slowly, his brain barely able to process what he was seeing.
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
“Where are you going?” Pearle asked in a panicked voice.
“Just grabbing some condoms.”
I kicked off my pants and dashed to the bedroom in just my socks. I was back in less than thirty seconds with the partial box of condoms we had brought along. We never went anywhere without some because one never knew…and we just kept a box in our traveling bags.
Thirty seconds. That’s all it took for Pearle to strip naked and my wife to start sucking Merle’s cock. I saw her head bobbing up and down in his lap; I was more interested in Pearle. Dropping the condom box on the coffee table I approached the short blonde.
She wasn’t exactly the polar opposite of my wife, but close. She had huge tits and pale white skin. Her long blonde hair hung down almost to her nipples, not concealing them. They were pink and looked like they were begging to be sucked. She was definitely on the chubby side with a convex belly and chunky thighs, but that was a nice change from my wife’s lean, athletic body. Unlike Kirbi she had a natural triangle of golden curls hiding her pussy.
I went to her and gave her a kiss. My hard cock pressed against her stomach. For some couples kissing was far too intimate an act while swapping. Not for me and Kirbi. I loved kissing women in front of her.
“On the couch?” asked Pearle when we broke the kiss. Glancing at the couch it was fully occupied by our respective partners. “The bedroom?”
I shook my head. “Right here on the floor. It’s more fun to play where your partner can see you.”
She eyed the wooden floorboards only partially covered by an old rug. “It looks a little hard and painful.”
I reached between her thighs and felt her pussy. It was hot but not exactly dripping. “Sit on the chair,” I told her. “I want to eat your pussy.”
Pearle was fine with sitting on the old, comfortable armchair. She rested her voluptuous ass on the edge and spread her legs. Any pretense at being shy she had already been discarded. I got down on hands and knees and buried my face into her pussy up to my ears.
I tasted her amrita, licking the length of her slit before gently sucking on her clit. She moaned loudly.
She was a loud girl when it came to sex.
Behind me I could hear Kirbi and Merle moving around. I didn’t worry about them. I trusted my wife. With just a little bit of stimulation Pearle lubricated easily. She rested her hands on the top of my head, guiding me, while she hooked her knees over the arms of the chair, fully opening her up. Her little asshole was exposed when she did that but I didn’t rim her. That wasn’t a first-date sort of activity.
Her breathing suddenly became fast and ragged. With very little effort I had her on the edge of orgasm. I started to raise my head to check in with her, but she kept her hands in place on my head, forcing me to keep going. I did so.
She got louder and louder until she came, shaking like there was an earthquake under her ass.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she apologized after she had recovered and I was wiping her amrita off my face.
“For what?”
“Getting my pussy juice all over your face.”
I grinned at her. “That’s half the fun. Now get down on your hands and knees so I can fuck you.”
She was perfectly willing and got off the chair and down on the floor. As she moved I grabbed a condom out of the box and started rolling it on. Pearle had sort of paused on the floor. I noticed she was looking at Merle and Kirbi.
My wife was completely naked. I had no idea when that had happened. She was riding on Merle’s cock. His pants were around his ankles and his shirt was still on. I hadn’t bothered counting but I was confident my wife had insisted on a condom before she fucked Merle.
“Are you okay?” I said softly to Pearle. This was the moment of truth. The other two were too wrapped up in each other to notice us. I wasn’t worried about Kirbi. Merle was the wild card, along with Pearle.
“It’s a lot fucking hotter than I thought it would be.”
That was all I needed to hear. They might have regrets the next morning, but not tonight. I knelt behind Pearle, getting ready to slip it into her. This was when I noticed she had a rather large flower tattoo on her right ass cheek. It was pretty but it changed nothing. I could just see a hint of her wet pussy exposed between her legs.
“Please put it in me,” she begged, reaching back between her legs with her hand, desperately grasping for my cock.
I granted her that wish, moving forward, putting my cock in her hand. She guided me in. Her pussy was nice and sloppy wet. I sank all the way to my balls.
Pausing for a second I saw her staring at the other two, Kirbi happily bouncing up and down on Merle’s cock, her taut buttocks putting on a beautiful display.
Leaning forward over Pearle I whispered in her ear, “Do you want to stop?”
She shook her head. “No. I want to watch them while you fuck me.”
I could do that. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her.
With each thrust she got louder and louder with her moans.
I was watching her ass shake with every impact, but I glanced up enough to see that she was watching Kirbi and Merle. It was almost like she didn’t know I was fucking her.
So I fucked her harder.
She liked that.
Pearle wasn’t the sort of woman who was discrete or shy about sex—at least when she got down to doing it. I fucked her for a couple of minutes and made her cum. She screamed out her orgasm. I wondered if she was trying to stifle her vocalizations last night. Kirbi wasn’t exactly silent but all the neighbors for miles must have known Pearle was getting fucked.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder.”
I did my best and slammed into her. There is an accepted practice at a lot of swinger meet ups where a new partner wouldn’t cum inside a woman if it was their first time, even with a condom. I ignored that bit of semi-outdated etiquette and blasted my cum inside the condom when I was inside Pearle’s pussy. She came again as I moaned and thrusted.
She then had to slide down to a prone position. Little aftershocks of pleasure caused her body to twitch. I held onto the condom with my cum inside it as I struggled to my feet. Kirbi was leaning forward, embracing Merle. His arms were around her, hands on her ass. I didn’t blame him.
“You good, honey?” I asked my wife.
“Uh-huh.”
“She’s excellent,” Merle reported. “This was…holy shit this was fucking…I don’t know. Out of this world.”
I padded the ten steps over to the kitchen, threw away the condom, grabbed the baby wipes and returned to see Kirbi struggling off Merle. I couldn’t help myself and looked at his cock.
He wasn’t exactly huge but he was big. He was deflating but he was much thicker than long. I was a bit jealous but then realized what my wife must have gone through to get that thickness into her pussy.
“He’s huge, honey,” I commented to her.
“I know,” she giggled. “He didn’t go as deep as you, but I’m stretched out.”
“Did you like it?”
“Uh-huh!” she crowed with enthusiasm.
I started to go to my wife, but then I saw Pearle on the floor. She had rolled to her side and she was softly shaking. It took me a moment to realize she was crying.
“Oh fuck.”
Merle and Kirbi had been a little wrapped up in each other and then I distracted them, leaving Pearle all on her own.
My wife leapt into action. Or rather, she quickly got off the couch and joined Pearle on the floor, sitting her up, embracing her, asking if she was okay.
Merle stared, stunned, at the pair. He didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t surprised.
“Go to her,” I softly told him.
Just as he got off the couch, his cock quickly deflating to something normal sized, the women stood up and Pearle rushed to him, hugging him tightly as she started crying loudly.
I managed to make out the words, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” repeated over and over between the sobs. Kirbi and I stood off to the side. Kirbi grabbed a baby wipe and quickly cleaned herself, then found a box of tissues from somewhere, offering one to Pearle to wipe away her tears.
Merle just kept repeating over and over, “Shh, shh, it’s okay.”
“I shouldn’t have fucked him. I shouldn’t have cheated on you,” Pearle blurted out when she managed to calm herself.
“You weren’t cheating,” I quickly pointed out. Simple logic. If Person A is fucking Person B while married to Person C who is at the same time fucking Person D, it’s not cheating.
Although she knew this logic, it didn’t stop Kirbi from smacking me. “Now’s not the time.”
Merle, either hearing me or already having gone through the mental gymnastics that is sometimes a component of swinging, told her, “You weren’t cheating, baby. I loved watching you get fucked by Rud.”
Still sniveling, Pearle pulled back a bit. “You did?”
“Hell yeah. It was hot. Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Yeah, but…” She looked nervously at me and then to Kirbi. “It’s okay that you had sex with another woman.”
“Have you two had infidelity problems in the past?” Kirbi asked.
They both shook their heads. Still this wasn’t an unusual reaction.
“You’re okay with this?” Pearle asked. Maybe she had sobered up during sex, maybe she was processing her emotions.
“Yes. This was great.”
“Oh thank god!” Pearle breathed a sigh of relief. “I want to do it again.”
I laughed. “It usually takes me a little while before I can do a second round.”
“Me too,” Merle chimed in.
Kirbi nudged Pearle. “Do you like girls?” she asked.
Pearle’s eyes went wide. “What? What do you mean?”
We all knew exactly what Kirbi meant.
“Nothing fails to get Rud hard than to see with playing with another woman.”
It was true. I was uncomplicated that way. Just hearing her say the words was causing my cock to stir.
Pearle was nervous. “I…uh…I’ve never done that before.”
“You don’t have to,” said Kirbi.
“I’m all for it,” Merle joked, but not really. I glanced at his cock. He wasn’t hard, but he certainly wasn’t playing shy either.
“All you have to do is lay back and enjoy it,” Kirbi said and then stole a kiss from Pearle.
First time encounters like this were always a rollercoaster of emotions.
“I’m not bi,” Pearle was quick to say. “Or a lesbian. Or anything like that.”
“I’m bi,” said Kirbi, but it was a little more complicated than that, but Pearle didn’t need a dissertation on my wife’s sexuality right then. “And I didn’t figure it out until I had been with a woman.”
“What…what do you want to do?”
Kirbi licked her lips. “I want to eat your pussy.”
A minute later Pearle was back in the armchair where I had recently eaten her out and Kirbi was between her legs. Pearle’s eyes were closed as my wife devoted herself to Pearle’s pussy. The blonde was nervous at first but once Kirbi got to work, she relaxed, and a few seconds later she was moaning softly. In no time at all she was moaning loudly.
My cock was at half-staff so I did the natural thing and slowly started jerking off as I stood there watching them. Merle was still seated and I had to look at him to see his reaction.
Kirbi was right. He wasn’t very long, but he was thick. Very thick. Seeing me jerking off, he joined in. We just nodded at each other, saying nothing, watching the women. It was one thing to watch lesbian porn, it was another to see your significant other doing it right in front of you.
“I need your cock,” Pearle begged, forcing her eyes open and looking at Merle.
Kirbi raised her face up from her pussy. “Want to fuck her?”
Pearle had another idea. “No…keep eating my pussy. I want to suck his cock.”
Merle did exactly as she asked, standing next to the chair, pushing his hips forward, offering his cock to her. She somehow managed to open her mouth wide enough to swallow him. I had no idea what Pearle’s history was, but she managed a threesome just fine.
I wasn’t going to just watch. Kirbi and I had done this before. Kneeling down behind her, I got my wife to raise up her hips so I could slip my cock into her pussy, changing the threesome to a foursome.
Since I had recently cum, I knew I could go for a while. Pearle was a good slut and was the first to cum from Kirbi’s talented tongue. Merle was the next to go. He pulled out of Pearle’s mouth, pumped his fist on his cock twice, and unloaded all over her tits. She looked up at him the entire time, maybe shocked, maybe thrilled. I think Pearle might have cum a second time while I was railing Kirbi, but I missed it because my wife came and the way her pussy clamped down on me and heated up was enough to finish me off.
We were all spent. Afterward it was nice to go back to our beds and just sleep, contended, next to our partners.
Chapter 5
The morning after can be a bit awkward. Much to our surprise Pearle was up before us, making breakfast in the kitchen. To set the mood Kirbi had wandered out of our bedroom nude, but seeing pancakes on the menu, she rushed back in and tossed on some sweatpants and a t-shirt so she didn’t have to eat in the nude.
“Good night’s sleep?” I asked Pearle as we sat down at the kitchen table. She had already told us Merle was still sleeping.
“Yes. Thanks.”
“We should thank you,” said Kirbi. “Finding another couple just by chance that is interested in swinging is a minor miracle.”
Pearle laughed nervously. “About that…”
Kirbi and I waited expectantly. The whole idea of swinging was to make the other person, the other couple, as comfortable as possible.
“Yes?” prompted Kirbi.
“Umm…you aren’t going to tell anyone what we did last night are you?”
My wife and I both laughed. “Of course not. Discretion is essential.”
Pearle’s face was bright red as she set the platter of pancakes down in front of us. It wasn’t red from the stove’s heat.
“Okay, good. Second question…”
“Yes?” I prompted her this time.
“Can we…can we do it again sometime?”
We both laughed again. “Of course.”
Pearle looked more than a little embarrassed. “Why are you laughing?”
“It’s a cliché that the male partner is the one who wants to try swinging and the female partner just goes along to appease him…the first time. Then she’s the one who is suddenly eager and he’s the one who’s reluctant.”
Pearle sat down at the table with us, took a few pancakes off the platter and slathered them in syrup and butter. She was wearing a pair of shorts that were maybe a size too small for her; I had been admiring her ass as she worked at the stove. The thin t-shirt she wore clearly showed the outline of her nipples through the material.
“Yeah, Merle and I were talking last night…afterwards, and he was nervous about the whole thing.” She shyly looked up from her plate. “I want to do it again. I have to do it again.”
“That’s the best reaction to have,” said Kirbi.
“Yeah, but what if Merle doesn’t want to? We’ve been talking about marriage.”
“Wouldn’t you rather know now if this is the lifestyle for you?” I asked. “Being married and being able to have sex with other people.”
“It seems so…risky.”
Kirbi grinned. “That’s what makes it fun. No risk, no reward.”
“We’ve been married over twenty years,” I offered.
“And we’ve each had over twenty other sex partners since we got married,” Kirbi chimed in. “It’s not for everyone. If you and Merle want to forget about last night, that’s fine. We had fun. We won’t say anything to anyone. You can do the same.”
Pearle looked at her plate, cut off a piece of pancake, dipped it in syrup, thoughtfully chewed it and then asked me, “Can you and Merle fuck me at the same time? I want one cock in my mouth and the other in my pussy.”
Merle came out a few minutes later and ate. The conversation was kept light. Eventually Pearle drew him back into their bedroom. Ten minutes later they came out and said instead of hiking they wanted to have sex with us again.
Kirbi and I were agreeable. She pulled Pearle into our bedroom. “Girl talk. I need to give her some pointers.” She gave us an overly broad wink and I inclined my head to Merle, indicating we should go to the living room.
“You okay with this, friend?” I asked. “Things got kind of wild last night and if you’re having second thoughts, that’s fine. We can do this again later if you want. Or never. Don’t worry. We don’t tell tales outside of school.”
The worried expression on his face said it all. “I never expected this. It’s like…half a fantasy I had in high school and half a horror story of losing the person I’ve fallen in love with.” He took a deep shuddering breath. “I know this trip was a last minute thing, but I wanted to see how we did alone on a trip. I was going to propose to her next month on the anniversary of our first date. Now…I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you know?”
“She fucked you last night,” he hissed at me.
“And you fucked my wife. It’s fine. You have to have a solid relationship already if you want to be in the lifestyle. You two seem great together. Maybe this is a one-time wild adventure you’ll talk about when you’re eighty. Maybe not. From what I saw you two were sexually compatible. Having sex with others doesn’t change that. You two need to hash out some rules if you want to keep doing this. But the important question right now is: are you going to be okay with me fucking your wife while she sucks you off?”
Merle laughed ruefully. “Yeah. I think that I am. I can’t get the idea out of my head.”
A couple of minutes later the women came out of the bedroom, arms around each other, completely nude.
I grinned as I watched them approach. Much to my surprise it was Pearle who turned to Kirbi and gave her a kiss. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but it must have been a big step for her.
Pulling away from Pearle, Kirbi said, “You boys don’t look ready. My girl needs two hard cocks, one in each end. Get naked.”
I stripped quickly with Kirbi handling my cock the moment I dropped my pants. It didn’t take much for her to get me hard: a few kisses and a little handwork. I was eager to fuck Pearle again.
I was going to be disappointed.
“I want to blow you while he fucks me,” Pearle said as she turned from Merle. This was the first time I really noticed that he had several tattoos on his arms. Nothing strange, but they looked like quality work.
“Cum on her face,” Merle said with some enthusiasm.
Kirbi reached between the small blonde’s legs, grabbing her pussy. “I got her ready for you. She has a tasty pussy.”
Pearle blushed at that and Kirbi pushed us all back to our bedroom.
“Let him get inside me first,” said Pearle as she got on all fours on the bed.
I couldn’t fault her for that. Merle had a thick cock and just shoving it in wouldn’t be the best approach. Kirbi and I watched, her hand gently stroking me, as Merle eased his cock into his girlfriend. It took some doing because even with Kirbi having eaten out Pearle, he was still so thick.
It was a good show, though, and Pearle let out lovely moans throughout the process. After a couple of minutes he was all the way inside her and Kirbi went over to him. She gave Merle a kiss while she fondled his balls.
“Don’t,” begged Pearle. “He needs to fuck me.”
Kirbi laughed. “Rud, put your cock in her mouth. She can’t complain that way.”
I was happy to help out. I’ve found that the weird thing about spit roasting a woman is facing the other guy. I never know where to look so I tend to focus on whatever orifice my cock is in.
Pearle quickly discovered that having a mouthful of cock while being fucked made it difficult to moan loudly.
Kirbi was right next to us, stroking Pearle’s ass and back and dipping her hand underneath her body to fondle her tits. “That’s it,” she said soothingly. “Take those two big cocks. You’re a beautiful woman. You can handle it all. You deserve to have it. They’re going to make you cum and cum and cum.”
Her gentle encouragement caused Pearle’s first orgasm. She choked on my cock and I had to pull out.
“Switch places,” said Kirbi.
“Really?”
“She wants to.” Where my wife was getting this info from I didn’t know, but Pearle didn’t object so Merle and I swapped positions. I rolled on a condom and plowed into her pussy. She was wet and hot but still surrounded my cock nicely, even after being opened up by Merle’s monster.
She wrapped her lips around his cock and took it in her mouth. We fucked like that, switching a second time after I made her cum from fucking her pussy.
“Don’t cum in her, cum on her,” said Kirbi.
I looked down at Pearle and she nodded happily, her mouth still full of my cock. I don’t know when this had been agreed to but I was happy to play along.
Merle finished by pulling out of her pussy and shooting his load on her ass and back. I let her keep sucking me until I was right on the edge, only pulling out and pumping myself for a few seconds before I blasted her in the face. It went in her hair and landed on her forehead.
She was breathing heavily but seemed thrilled with the outcome.
“I feel like the slut I was back in college!” she declared.
After that it was all downhill. We agreed to meet up again. We exchanged numbers. We drove home that Sunday afternoon, exhausted, but happy.
Monday Kirbi and I were back at our jobs, just a boring, middle class couple that occasionally goes for hikes in the great outdoors. Kayaking during the summer as well.
It was Wednesday when I got a call from Bill. I had known him all of my life, mostly because we were cousins, second cousins actually, but our parents had been close. It was one of those extended family things. I had helped Bill get his current job with a company that did a lot of work for mine, so our paths intersected a lot. Getting a call from him wasn’t strange.
He didn’t even say hello. When I saw his name on the caller ID I just automatically picked up.
“Hey.”
“Rud, did you fuck Merle last weekend?” Bill demanded.
It was not the question I was expecting him to ask. It wasn’t even remotely work related.
“Uh…no. No I did not,” I answered honestly. “I am not gay.”
He growled in frustration. Bill often got flustered when angry. “Fuck. I mean, did your wife fuck Merle? Did you fuck his girlfriend?”
There was no reason to tell Bill, so I didn’t. Only a select few people knew that Kirbi and I were swingers.
“Why would you even ask that?” I evaded his question.
“His girlfriend told Jeanette that she was in an orgy over the weekend.”
Jeanette was another cousin of ours. I didn’t know how Pearle would know her, but it was a small world.
“Sounds like a joke.” I started to sweat a little. He was too close to the truth. I didn’t need to deal with my family knowing about my life. I kept them at arm’s distance for a reason.
A damn good reason.
“Apparently she and Jeanette got drunk last night and Pearle was telling stories.”
“Probably a fantasy of hers,” I suggested. “Merle and Pearle were a nice couple. We hiked. We talked. We had some meals together.” I didn’t explicitly deny his accusation. I don’t know why. It was a reasonable lie.
“It’s fucking insane. He shouldn’t get married to her if she’s going to say shit like that. I only see the guy at our monthly meetings for corporate, but he doesn’t need her.”
“That’s between them.” I decided to change the direction of the conversation. “Sorry about you and Taffy. I was hoping it was going to work out.” Plus he had cost me five bucks to my wife. They couldn’t have gone another twenty-one days?
“I should have known better than to date a woman who went by Taffy when her name was Stephanie.”
It was Kirbi who had introduced Taffy and Bill. Kirbi knew Taffy through her job. That made things awkward overall.
“Okay, yeah, I don’t know why she said that shit. He should definitely not marry her. Anyway, want to get beers on Friday? I’m on the hunt for a new girlfriend.”
I laughed. “And you think you’ll find one watching the game at the Mousetrap with me?”
“You never know…”
“Sorry, but I can’t. The wife is making Friday a date night.”
“Shit, you two have a lot of date nights.”
“And we’re still married,” I pointed out. “Unlike someone I know.”
“You’re fucking hilarious, you know that? That’s a hurtful thing to say.”
“I’ll ask Kirbi if she knows any other desperate women who want to go to a chain restaurant for some mediocre food and then back to his place for some mediocre sex that hopefully doesn’t end in him crying.”
“Now you’re just being mean.”
“Like I said, I’ll ask her.”
“Later.”
“See ya.”
It wasn’t a lie about Friday night. I did have a date night with Kirbi. We were going to a swinger house party. We were taking Merle and Pearle with us.
They wanted to jump in with both feet.
Chapter 6
“We’ve never been to one of these,” said Merle as the four of us walked up to the house.
“There’s a first time for everything,” said Kirbi with a wink at Pearle.
Though Merle’s wife had been the one to press for this, she suddenly had a stricken look on her face. I was starting to think that Pearle liked the wild sex—as wild as it got for those in the lifestyle—but was having difficulty squaring that with her public face.
Kirbi and I had gotten over that long ago.
“Just relax,” I told them. “It’s just a meet and greet party. Nothing crazy. Meet some new people, talk about your jobs, have a drink, go home.”
“No sex?” I couldn’t tell if Pearle was disappointed or relieved to hear that.
“Possibly sex,” said Kirbi as she adjusted her shirt, trying to show off a little cleavage. My wife had a great body, but didn’t have big tits.
“Just forget about sex for now and focus on having a pleasant evening,” I added.
Merle and Pearle had been eager to jump into the lifestyle. Maybe this was going to drown them, but they were adults and this was their decision. It was better this way, figure out right away from the start if it's for you or not.
“The hosts here are very nice,” said Kirbi as she rang the bell. “We’ve been here before.”
“A lot,” I added.
“What are their names?” Merle asked again. For about the twentieth time. I could tell his brain was spinning. I didn’t know what lie or half-truth he had told to Bill or his friends and family as to where he was this Friday night—like he needed to tell anyone where he and his girlfriend were going—but he was nervous.
“Cassandra and Joe Summers,” I reminded them. “Cassie and Joe.”
“Cassie and Joe,” he repeated like a mantra. “Cassie and Joe.”
Cassandra opened the door. She might not have been a natural beauty but with a little bit of work and effort and makeup and the right clothes Cassandra was fucking stunning.
She was a little overweight, which was fine because it all went to her hips, ass, and tits. She was wearing a white top that showed the perfect amount of cleavage; she had plenty of it. Tight black skirt, black stockings, red high heels, bright red lipstick, long brown hair, a welcoming smile.
During the week she taught first graders. During the weekends she was a slut.
Kirbi and her exchanged little hugs of greeting as we were ushered inside. Cassie gave me a very friendly kiss. The last time I had seen her she had sucked me off. I remember she wore the same bright red lipstick. She must have bought it by the case.
Joe was in the foyer, right behind his wife. I shook his hand; Joe was sort of bland but polite but with an outgoing personality that he could turn off and on. He was a sales rep for the local Pepsi distributor. Everything about him screamed average. Joe wasn’t a guy you’d look at twice. Until he took off his pants. He had a huge cock.
Introductions were made. Cassie kissed both Merle and Pearle and laughed at their rhyming names. No one mentioned the little lipstick kiss she left behind on their cheeks.
Once more Joe shook hands. Polite and well-mannered.
Merle and Pearle didn’t know what to do. They just followed our lead.
Our hosts brought us into the house proper. I saw at least six other couples that I was familiar with. I knew I had fucked at least two of the women. I think Kirbi had fucked all six men.
There was music and a small buffet of appetizers. No one was there for the food. Joe brought me and Merle over to his bar. It was an actual bar right out of the 1970s that he had refurbished and brought into the 21st century. It was a wet bar and was set up for beer taps but Joe didn’t like beer. I was fine with that. Instead he had a couple of mixer canisters hooked up like an actual bar. Stocked on the back wall and under the bar were bottles of everything. It was so extensive even the most seasoned alcoholic would be hard pressed to identify it all.
“What’s your poison?” Joe asked personably as he took his position behind the bar.
“Amrita,” I said quickly. “Pussy juice only for me.”
Joe gave me a polite laugh and a shake of his head. “That’s the one thing I don’t have, Rud. You know that. You’ve got to find that on your own.”
“Whiskey and soda,” I amended.
He arched his eyebrow at me.
“Redbreast 12 and soda.”
“Can do. Merle?” he asked my companion as he found the bottle and got to work making my simple drink. The women had seemingly disappeared.
Merle was scanning the shelves behind the bar. “Wow. You’ve got it all.”
“Just about,” Joe said with some pride.
“I don’t suppose you have any beer?”
“Nope. Liquor only. Low alcohol wheat grass juice is banned from my house.”
Merle laughed. “I’ll have what he’s having,” he said, taking an easy out.
Joe nodded and continued to work. “There’s a one drink minimum here,” he said.