Poly . . . What? Book 1

Poly … What?

by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2026 by Robert Wolf

Preface

My stories, including this one, often involve the establishment of highly sexual environments and the participation by more than just a few people, especially women in the protagonists life. So, be tolerant of the more than twenty-five people introduced in this novel and the sexual situations portrayed.

This is fiction, but based on experience, research, and fantasy. I don’t distinguish between them in my writing. There are many ‘usual’ tropes in erotic writing that appear. If you don’t like one, just wait for the next one to roll by.

Sexual situations in this novel are sometimes explicit and other times merely referenced in some way, such as in a conversation. Those explicit passages, although unmarked, can usually be skipped over by the reader. I have had comments that there is too much sex and also that there is not enough. What I end up writing is what strikes me at that moment.

There are multiple books to this series rather than one giant tome with a zillion words and pages. Although consistently told through the eyes and mind of the main protagonist, Luke Branson, other characters or events are often the main focus for a number of chapters.

Enjoy.

RW

Chapter 1 - Open Marriage?

“I think we should have an open marriage - start living in polyamorous relationships.”

Ellie, my wife of eight years, smiled at me over the candlelit restaurant dinner we had been enjoying. My stomach clenched, insides twisting into a tight knot as I fought the sudden urge to vomit up the excellent meal I’d just finished. I thought, ‘What the hell. Where had that idea come from?’

“Who is he?” I asked aiming for calm and curious but hearing the tension and flatness of my own voice. I fought to keep any trace of anger or disappointment out of my tone. A storm of emotions crashed around in my head like unexpected large waves smashing against a rocky shore - jealousy, confusion, fear, loss, pain, sorrow, and something sharper I couldn’t name yet. My heart hammered so hard I was sure she could hear it.

Ellie smiled with warmth and enthusiasm, “There’s no one yet, but I could get definitely get interested about a guy or two at work. And you’d find someone, too - I know you’re surrounded by hot women in connection with your job. Maybe we form a larger group of intimate friends.”

I immediately doubted the veracity of her statement about there being ‘no one yet’ although before this moment, I’d trusted every word between us since we met years earlier. I figured she had someone picked out. Had they already crossed lines? Were they already emotionally or physically involved? Had they had sex? The knot in my gut twisted tighter.

I frowned, still numb, and managed a dreary, “I … understand.” My answer came out neutral and could be interpreted as neither acceptance nor rejection of her idea. The truth was that I didn’t understand what she meant - what she wanted. I knew my brain was too scrambled to argue or even ask the dozens of questions piling up faster than I could think. What the hell did ‘open marriage’ even mean to her? To me? I needed to do some research and deep thinking about this before we had talked on this subject any further. Knowing Ellie, sex was involved.

“Great!” Ellie said brightly as she went back to the last of her meal. If she sensed my churning negativity, she didn’t show it. Her enthusiastic tone suggested she’d taken my non-answer as approval and was already running with it in her own head.

My wife was ‘hot’, a dish, a looker that turned heads wherever she went - a stunning and stacked natural blonde, with a body to die for that she kept in trim in one of my gyms. She had a Type A personality and could fit a week’s worth of work into a day and keep smiling. She always made it fun for everyone that worked with her.

Ellie was highly motivated and a total go-getter at Occasions International (OI), a big-league international event-planning company that handled everything from charity galas for three thousand people to star-studded weddings costing millions. Ellie had climbed to mid-level manager and regularly landed the plum assignments.

A few weeks earlier she’d helped orchestrate a 500-person celebrity wedding on an isolated Maui beach. She’d spent six months on the details - catering, transportation, media relations - and had been back and forth to the island constantly. Darren, another hot shot at OI at the same rank, had handled the invite list, accommodations, gifting, and other stuff. They’d worked closely together, especially the final three weeks on-site.

There’d been frequent mention of ‘Darren’ during the lead-up to Maui. With the comment about the open marriage, I wondered just how close the two had worked together, especially when they were spending days - and nights - on Maui tending to details for the three weeks before the spectacular event that even made the major networks as a featured event.

I hadn’t talked to Ellie everyday she’d been away, and each time when I did, she was bubbly with reports on her work to get things set-up and running smoothly for the wedding. Further, she had become on a first-name basis with the celebrity bride and groom and even had each of them on her speed dial, along with key TV personalities from the shows that covered such events.

I had heard Darren’ name mentioned a lot during that project. Too much. And now, with Ellie’s casual suggestion about starting an open marriage still ringing in my ears, I couldn’t help the mental images that started dancing menacingly in my brain.

The rest of dinner passed in a fog. Ellie chatted happily about work and her sister Ally’s job hunt while my mind raced through worst-case scenarios and half-formed questions, I wasn’t ready to voice.

Ellie’s comment about me seeing ‘hot’ women all the time through my work was accurate, and other than fleeting daydreams for a second or two, I’d never once envisioned some kind of long-term relationship with any of them.

I owned a growing chain of gym, fitness, and wellness centers scattered over six locations in the two-county area along the Florida Gulf Coast - Prime Fitness Centers or PFC when we shortened the name. I was in the market to take over and rebrand smaller gyms, turning them from marginal to high profit-making ventures with broader service offerings beside only offering the gym equipment. My PFCs had a wide range of offerings: trainers, tai chi and martial arts classes, yoga, weight loss, physical therapy, nutrition, massage, spa, and more. I’d found the secret to success. People wanted a full-service fitness center.

Besides being the CEO, I was an active gym rat and had a great body to prove it. I was tall, trim, and muscled without looking like I was running for a body-beautiful contest. People close to me told me I was handsome and a stud. I did have six-pack abs, a chiseled chest and neck, and the arms of my t-shirts were snug because of the way my biceps bulged. I was often told I was handsome, too. I was modest about that stuff. When I did my daily workouts, I was often in the presence of beautiful hot babes, many of whom flirted outrageously with me. I flirted back; it was good for business and client retention, but I never followed through.

Because I’d added four martial arts instructors to our offering, I became a student, too, mostly of the Krav Magna variety since the instructor I favored was ex-Mossad that taught the urban survival skills and didn’t truck nonsense. According to Lev, my instructor, I had reached the black belt level. I wasn’t seeking credentials, however.

Ellie and I met at the first gym that I started right out of college with a small cache of money I’d made as a sometimes physical trainer working my butt off while I got my degree. Her work was near the gym. Ellie had fitness goals that fit alongside mine, and that led to us spending time together working out, which led to dating, getting engaged, and finally married. We teased each other about who was in better shape.

Ellie and I were both on the career track, so while we’d talked about children, we put off having any until we were ‘more established’. We were both just thirty.

A week after Ellie’s declaration about an open marriage there was a special party. The Maui Wedding Team at OI - about thirty or forty people - had done a masterful job, made oodles of money and great word of mouth publicity for the company through the judicious use of subcontractors the team had negotiated with, and with extras that made a real difference to the movie stars getting married in a highly public manner. Ellie had even built relationships with each of the major television networks who covered the event.

To celebrate the success of the Maui event, OI threw a serious Maui Party of their own to honor the large wedding team. The party was for OI project staff plus spouses or partners, even family, and anybody else at OI that wanted to attend. Over a hundred of us arrived to have a lavish dinner and then dancing in a local restaurant’s party hall. It was a great night.

We’d no sooner arrived at the party venue than Ellie dragged me across the room to meet her colleague, Darren, for the first time. Crap! He was tall, dark, and handsome. He should probably start using a gym before his body lost his edge, but he definitely had an edge. He had a convivial personality without being overbearing. I was polite, and I liked the guy despite my worry about his relationship with my wife.

When I glanced at Ellie, her eyes were sparkling. She hung on every word out of his mouth, with her body language screaming attraction. I could see that she wanted to jump his bones right there beside our table. I wondered whether she already had. Darren seemed equally interested in her.

We’d just finished some of the preliminary greetings when Megan, Darren’s wife, joined us. We had a happy greeting with her, too, although neither Ellie nor I had never met her. Megan was a knockout about Ellie’s age - a model’s face, perky breasts, curves in all the right places, and legs that made my pulse spike. Megan wore a dress with strategic cut-outs that was too sexy for words on a body that made me fill with lust. I had to work to stay polite instead of drooling. The vibe between us felt … mutual and instantaneous.

The four of us chose seats at a table with two other couples with Maui team members present. Ellie orchestrated the seating so that she sat next to Darren. I couldn’t help but notice some touching that helped in the arrangement; nothing improper, but noticeable given our recent discussion about opening our relationship to include others and that she might have her eye on someone at work. Megan and I were on their fringes.

The pretty girl next to me named Alice had been part of the Maui Team and explained in gruesome detail what her contribution had been over the past three months leading up to the wedding. She hoped to advance to the level of Event Manager, like Ellie and Darren. I listened attentively, nodded often in understanding, and asked probing questions that kept her going. I had fun interviewing her and keeping her talking.

On my right, Ellie and Darren dove into deep, flirty conversation often requiring coy laughter, hair twirling, and mutual touching. They were learning deep things about each other. I tried to be cool with that. Megan talked to the couple next to her since Darren was all but ignoring her so he could talk to Ellie.

After dinner, people milled around table-hopping, and the dancing started with a flashy DJ that knew her music. I made a gesture past Darren and Ellie at Megan about dancing together since our spouses had their heads close together in continued intimate conversation of some kind. She nodded.

Megan and I were lucky to get a slow dance for starters. I nodded at Ellie and Darren as we started to sway and said to Megan, “Interesting couple, huh?”

She glanced at her husband and my wife. “Yeah. Darren told me that he’d like to experiment with an open marriage. Made me think that something was already going on with someone. Seeing the two of them tonight gave me pause. I think he’s already got his eye on your wife. I hope that doesn’t shock you or make you worry unnecessarily. I’m still grappling with what might be going on.”

I laughed, “I had the same suggestion about an open marriage made to me and came to a similar conclusion. I have suspicions but no evidence. Truth be told, after a week of thinking about it, I’m not sure what I’d do if I knew for sure that they were in an affair. I hope that I remain Ellie’s anchor point despite her interest in Darren or other men.”

Megan nodded, “Me, too. I guess that I have a tolerance for his dalliance, if indeed that’s what’s happening. I like your term - anchor point. I just don’t want to be discounted, forgotten, or tossed aside.”

Megan and I talked in generalities about communication, commitment, polyamory, and ethical non-monogamy.

I asked, “Did you two talk about what an open marriage would be like?”

She shrugged. “I did ask and Darren muttered something about those terms and affirmed that we can love more than one person if we’re willing to open our minds to the possibility. Did Ellie say anything about it?”

I nodded. “I asked her and got words about multiple romantic relationships, synergy, growth, beautiful emotions, and sharing - all large generalities. Just thinking about what she said and overlaying that over the two of them and how they’ve been acting tonight, I think that the two of them have become emotionally involved. Whether there’s sex or not is an open question. I’m not sure it makes any difference anyway. I’ve reached a point where I feel our home life is solid but I’d like to get this more out in the open. I care but don’t care, if you can understand that.”

Megan said in a concerned tone, “Do you think we should do anything? Say anything? Do interventions?”

I shook my head, “Let’s see where things progress without too much interference.” I chuckled, “Maybe we even give them a nudge or provide them an opportunity to be together, so we see what happens. In any case, I’ll ramp up our communications, insisting on honest and open talk. I’ve read enough about open marriages this past week to know that intense communications is a hallmark of such an arrangement.”

“Sounds good to me,” Megan agreed. “Let’s the two of us keep in touch so we can compare notes. Based on this talk with you, why don’t we each ramp up the communications with them and with each other - coordinate, if you will.’

“Sounds good. I like the way you think.”

Fast dances came on and we continued. Darren and Ellie danced, too, even jiving around with Megan and me, and then with the other couples that had been at our table or part of the team. The two of them remained bonded together the rest of the night, especially during the slow dances. I didn’t feel too bad because I had Megan in my arms and she was delightful. We stopped talking about our spouses and got to know each other better. We each made a good friend.

At home after the party Ellie was hypersexual, practically ripping my clothes off in the car and barely making it inside before we devoured each other. The contrast between her eagerness with Darren and her hunger for me made my head spin. She loved me.

Chapter 2 - A Beautiful Encounter

Megan and I met Wednesday a week later for a casual sandwich at a quiet café. We spent the first ten minutes comparing notes like nervous spies, then quickly slid into plotting and scheming. The spark between Darren and Ellie had only grown since the OI party, and strangely, both of us had started to feel a curious mix of jealousy and … excitement? I think we’d both mellowed a bit about their burgeoning relationship since the Maui Party.

I had things to share since I’d spent more time reading and researching about open marriages and polyamorous relationships. I’d become more hopeful about a positive outcome since there were so many of them, even some lasting decades or indefinitely. My reports resulted in talking about what to do with our spouses, open marriages, and the continuing interest that Darren and Ellie had in each other.

Megan’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I think we should give them a situation they can’t possibly resist. Tell Ellie to go fuck Darren, I’ll tell him the same about her, then we hand them an empty house for the night-candles, wine, the whole romantic package. Honestly? I’ve started getting seriously turned on by the thought of the two of them finally getting intimate.”

I nodded and gestured, “More details, please. Share?”

“Well, bluntly, I was thinking of throwing them together so they can have a nice bed to fuck in and the right ambience for some romance. We’d see where it ended afterwards. I was thinking that I’d even help Darren get a nice dinner arranged so he could woo Ellie. I think it could be crazy hot for all concerned.”

We kicked that idea around as we planned and schemed, formed some specifics, and I decided I could go along with the idea of tossing our spouses together for possible romance and some evening and all-night sex.

We decided to use the home that Ellie and I had recently bought, and I would tell Ellie that I was heading out for the night so she could enjoy herself and her open relationship. I even volunteered to get them some nice wine. We agreed not to advertise that Megan and I were in contact and orchestrating the event until later.

After a charged silence, I met Megan’s eyes. “And what about us? I really like you and would want to be doing the same thing with you.”

I was purposefully vague about what ‘the same thing’ meant. If Megan acted incensed at the suggestion, I could say that I only meant a nice dinner somewhere. If she looked more interested, I could see the potential for the two of us to take advantage of the newly formed open marriages and have our own night of romance and sex. If she blew off the idea off completely, I’d just get in some hours at the gym.

Megan studied me for a long time with an inscrutable scowl, probably weighing the various options and thinking about her relationship with Darren and maybe my future with Ellie.

I remained silent except for a gentle smile that I hoped she took as my offering of a long-term friendship and some romance - maybe even more.

Megan held my gaze for a long, electric moment, then her lips curved into a wicked smile. “I’d like that-a lot. One house for them, the other for us. Bring your overnight bag… and your stamina.”

I smiled broadly. “I was hoping you’d say that. This weekend?”

“Perfect.”

* * * * *

I had a discussion with Ellie the evening after Megan and I met. “I was thinking about your wish to have an open marriage, and then I thought about how nice your coworker Darren was at the Maui Party and how the two of you seemed to click - same wavelength, good energy together, and you looked good together. I thought that he’d be a pretty good person to start your explorations with if you wanted to test the waters. I assume that he might be able to get away occasionally?”

Ellie stared at me in disbelief for almost thirty seconds and then broke into a grin about as wide as the state of Texas. She said, “I kind of thought that you weren’t all that enthused about my idea of having an open marriage.”

“No, no. I’m fine. I wasn’t sure at first, but the idea has grown on me. Let’s see what happens. Matter of fact, I was thinking that you should see whether he could join you here at the house Saturday night. I’ll make myself scarce and stay over with a friend, so you have the night if you want. Let’s test this open marriage idea and get it moving. We’ll have to talk a lot afterwards to see how we’re doing and if there’s any adverse impacts on our marriage. Just keep our marriage intact and solid. I want to grow old with you.”

Ellie nodded and said that she’d ask Darren the next day at work. I already knew what the answer would be, unless Megan and I had badly misread the situation.

Sure enough, Ellie told me the next night that Darren and she were enthusiastic about taking their relationship to the ‘next level’ on Saturday. I said that I’d arrange my own overnight with a ‘buddy’ and remained vague. She was so self-focused and wrapped up in planning the evening that she never asked further about my plans.

Saturday, Ellie made a big deal of preparing dinner for Darren and herself. I helped her put fresh linens on the bed, leaving no doubt about my assumption that they’d sleep together. To cement my blessing of their union, I left them an exceptional bottle of wine to enjoy. I bought Ellie flowers, too, so she’d know that I was thinking of her that evening as she expanded her horizons.

I left the house with my go bag just after six o’clock. Darren wasn’t expected until around six-thirty. I drove around the block and parked about ten houses away where I could see my own driveway. I didn’t want to run into him as I headed to his house. He was punctual, arriving right on the dot of six-thirty. He also had flowers and an overnight bag.

I took the other bouquet of flowers that I’d bought and headed over to Darren and Megan’s home. When the door opened my brain short-circuited. Megan wore nothing but a tiny apron and white stiletto heels that screamed fuck me. Her breasts strained against the fabric and bulged out around the sides of the apron; when she turned, the most perfect ass I’d ever seen greeted me. I was instantly hard.

She pulled me inside with a passionate kiss that set the tone for everything that followed. Further, Megan’s apron covered her sex but was having trouble containing her breasts. When she turned and led me into the house, I discovered one of her breasts had popped out the side completely. I got a surge of lust for my friend.

Megan seated me at the kitchen counter. “I just have a few things to do to finish our romantic dinner.” She gestured at the dinner table, set with wine, candles, and our salads. She added, “I want to eat early so we have plenty of time for whatever else we decide to do.”

I chuckled and then moved behind where she stood at the counter, ran my hands up her bare sides until they encompassed her generous breasts under the apron, and then kissed her multiple times on her bare shoulders and neck. I nibbled on her earlobes, too. She purred like a cat in heat. We were both horny as fuck.

We made out like teenagers until she finally shooed me to the table so she could serve the pot roast. We ate slowly, talking about everything and nothing, all while the air crackled with anticipation.

I moderated my intake of dinner and wine; I didn’t want to be impaired or sleepy later. I had plans for the next fifteen hours or so. I briefly thought about what Ellie and Darren might be doing. Dinner was delicious, but we barely tasted it. The real feast started the second the plates were cleared.

After dinner, I kissed Megan and led her to a big living room chair, untied the apron, and dropped to my knees. I adjusted her position so her pussy was right on the edge of the cushion, and her legs were over the arms.

Without a word between us, I thrust my tongue into Megan’s pussy. She was wet and had obviously been awaiting a moment like this. I hoped that Megan was as sexually inclined as I was and as my wife was. Ellie called me the ultimate horn dog. I thought about sex a lot, but then so did she. I often referred to her as my ‘unicorn’ - a woman that loves sex with an abnormal intensity.

Ellie and I had spent some significant time early in our marriage studying oral sex and maximizing the pleasure for each other. We had read and watched hours of pornography in the process, and the result was that we’d each honed our skills. I brought that expertise to the fore with Megan using my tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers to excite her to a highly aroused state.

After only a few minutes of my oral foray into her cunt, Megan threw her head back and started a mantra that went on and on occasionally over the next half hour - “Oh, My God! Oh, My God!” Her words were often accompanied with shudders and long moans betraying her peaks of pleasure. She had a good ‘dirty talk’ vocabulary, too. She was multi-orgasmic, and I helped her make sure of that ability about a dozen times over our first sexual hour together.

Megan did try to stop me and offer to turn the tables with a blowjob, but I told her that I wasn’t done yet. She crooned, “I don’t know what our spouses are doing, but it can’t be better than the time we’ve just spent together. You sure know how to deliver heavenly bliss to a woman. I think it’s time that we fucked … made love.”

Megan mounted me in the cowgirl so that we could make out as we had sex. By that time my mouth, face, hair, neck, and upper chest were covered in copious quantities of her sex juices. I glistened in the room’s dim lighting with her wetness. I reeked of her enticing sex aromas, and I loved it. Megan licked herself off of me with filthy delight.

We made love for hours - slow, deep, tantric - building wave after wave of pleasure. We both came multiple times before collapsing in a sweaty, happy tangle. By then we’d moved to the middle of her bed.

We lay together in each other’s arms. Megan insisted, “We ARE definitely going to be doing this again - a lot. You are a magnificent lover. I am so glad that we’re both in open marriages. We may be getting a better deal out of this than our spouses.”

We laughed about that possibility and promised to never say anything like that to them. As Megan said, egos are a fragile thing. What we exactly did together and how we felt about any comparisons was between us. I did argue that we should say that we had a great time and wanted a repeat. I expected that Ellie and Darren would want repeats, too. That would work in our favor.

As we rested, we talked about a small area we’d forgotten to address when we schemed about this evening; specifically, when and how to tell our spouses that we were also testing the open relationships we were in.

I suggested that in the morning I just stay at the house until Darren came home. I recommended that we do something to emphasize the point that we’d also had a highly sexual night. She agreed and added a few more fun details. We decided that he should bring Ellie when he came back to the house. Megan said, “We bait them by saying you were going to be here for coffee or something.

We got up from our cooing with each other and wandered around her home naked. The problem with that was that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We sat with Megan cradled in my arms and sipped another glass of wine and talked. I fondled each of her breasts, keeping them - and her - in a high state of arousal.

I asked Megan, “Would you have sex with me in front of Darren?”

She nodded, “Assuming that he was happy with Ellie, yes. That’d be arousing as all fuck, having my husband watch you and me while he fucked your wife - a foursome. Hell, I’d like to watch him fucking your wife. That’d really get my engine revving.”

“Let’s keep that as a goal for tomorrow. I feel the same way. I think some guys have a special arousal center in their heads that is based on seeing their wives fucked by some other guy. I wouldn’t want the rest of the cuckold package, but that much of it would be highly enjoyable. Maybe it’s a stag-vixen thing?”

Megan got that devilish grin again, “Then tomorrow morning as they arrive, you and I should be making out in that big chair.”

I slowly grinned. “I like it, but we’re going to be fucking.”

“You read me perfectly,” she giggled.

After some more fondling, licking, and fucking of sex parts, we made love again and then slept. We set the alarm to be sure we were awake when our spouses arrived.

Chapter 3 - Surprise!

“They’re on their way,” Megan announced, eyes glued to her phone. She’d texted Darren to bring Ellie and had been tracking him on the Find Friends app for the last hour. Our homes were only about fifteen minutes apart.

Megan and I had already had a slow, delicious morning fuck, and I was still riding the high. Megan again wore nothing but that tiny apron again, her breasts barely contained, nipples visibly hard. The sight kept me half-hard and aching for more.

“We’d had a small breakfast of some scrambled eggs and fruit thanks to my hostess. Every time she moved one of her breasts would creep out from behind the bib of the apron. God, she made me so horny.

She tilted the phone so I could see the little blip that indicated our spouses approaching the house. “Five minutes, tops.” Her grin turned wicked. “Then let’s get back where we left off.”

We moved to the oversized sofa. I tossed the apron aside and Megan straddled me in cowgirl - my favorite because I could fill my hands with her gorgeous tits, kiss her deeply whenever I wanted, and lose myself in the tight, velvet heat of her pussy. We started slow and sensual, trading filthy whispers and moans. She was soaking, sliding easily up and down my shaft while I played with her nipples and told her exactly how incredible she felt.

I kind of forgot about the arrival of our spouses in the heat of the moment, and we just started to have another nice, slow fuck and loving make-out session. Megan got increasingly wet and lubricated for our union. We took turns telling each other how good this felt as well as sharing some dirty talk between the loving kisses.

Darren’s voice suddenly resonated from the doorway like the crack of a whip, “HOLY FUCK! MEGAN, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

Megan jerked around, really surprised at the interruption. I think we both thought we’d hear them come into the house and be better prepared.

Beside Darren, Ellie put her hand to her mouth and gasped. “Oh, my God. Luke!”

I looked straight at Ellie, calm despite my racing pulse, and offered a small smile. I did feel like I’d been caught in flagrante delicto. “Morning, Ellie. Darren. Give us just a minute and we’ll come have coffee with you. Megan made plenty.” I was surprised at how calm and even my voice sounded.

Darren stood frozen a few steps into the room, eyes locked on where my cock was still buried deep inside his wife. I could feel the warm slickness of our earlier loads mixing as she slowly lifted off me with a wet squishy sound. A blob of white goo dropped from her pussy onto my groin.

Megan stood gracefully, a thin trail of cum immediately starting to leak down her thigh. “Well… that killed the mood for the moment. We’ll pick this up later.” She stroked my cheek.

Ellie had stepped closer, eyes wide, taking in our glistening bodies and the unmistakable scent of sex filling the room. Megan made no move to clean up; the fresh trickle of my cum traced further down her inner thigh. We’d thoughtfully placed towels and washcloths nearby this time and moved to use them.

Darren finally managed to ask me, “How… how long have you been here?”

“Since dinner last night,” I answered evenly. “Megan’s an incredible cook and an even better hostess. That pot roast was … ”

He cut in, voice tight, “Did … did … did you do anything?” The answer was already obvious. They’d found us fucking. I knew he meant sexually and while I could have teased him, I decided to be blunt.

I met his eyes. “Yes. Both Megan and I fully embraced the open-marriage idea that you two brought up. We had a wonderful, loving night - and morning - until you walked in. And we both want to do this again.

Megan added brightly, “I’m all in, too. It was amazing. We want repeats.”

Ellie sputtered and stated the evident fact, voice small, “You had sex together.” I thought that she was surprised that she’d so easily lost control of a situation that had been planned to be her and Darren alone.

I looked at my wife gently, “Didn’t you? That was the whole point of last night for you two, right?”

She numbly nodded and her eyes flicked to the evidence still leaking down Megan’s very desirable naked body, visible proof that we’d been busy in a sexual way. Megan had slipped on those CFM heels that made her super appealing.

Megan made no further attempt to clean up her pussy after the first try. She slipped on the apron again that just managed to cover her breasts and pussy. I slipped on my briefs and shorts that had been left on a nearby chair.

Darren and Ellie were speechless.

I gave Ellie a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as we moved to the kitchen. I had not showered and was sure I smelled like the inside of a French whorehouse. Megan’s juices covered every square inch of my body by then, and she’d been delightfully odiferous for our whole time together. I loved her aromas. Ellie either didn’t mind or didn’t notice.

In the kitchen Megan directed everyone to seats like a cheerful conductor. She freshened my mug, filled two more for Darren and Ellie, and passed around the cinnamon rolls that she’d made earlier. The silence was thick.

Ellie finally asked, voice shaky, “Do you still love me?”

I feigned playful shock. “Of course I do. That’s the whole point of what you described - loving more than one person while keeping our anchor point strong. Megan and I really like each other, but it’s early for other words. Do you still love me? What about Darren?”

Ellie looked stunned I’d turned the question back on her. “Yes… I love you. And I like Darren a lot.”

I pushed gently. “And do you still want an open marriage?”

She glanced around the table, then nodded slowly. “I think so. I just … didn’t expect you to actually do anything. You surprised me.”

Megan leaned in. “Honestly, we were both shocked when you suggested opening things up. You two were so obviously into each other. We compared notes and decided we didn’t want to sit home wondering what the two of you might be doing. So, instead, we decided to do the same thing. Now you know exactly how we felt at first. We’re past the shock. We had a great night and we want more.”

I smiled at both of them. “We even talked about all four of us together sometime - same room, watching each other. That idea turns us both on.”

Darren inhaled sharply. “Wow.” I wasn’t sure whether ‘wow’ indicated that idea was good or bad. I studied him for a second and realized that he was still traumatized from the idea that his wife, Megan, had been fucking me when he got home from fucking my wife. Karma strikes hard when you don’t expect it!

Ellie looked at Megan. “You’d really do that? Have sex with Luke while Darren and I…?”

Megan nodded enthusiastically and interrupted, “It was my idea. Yeah, I would. And maybe you and I could play a little too, just to drive the guys wild. No labels, just pleasure.”

Ellie quickly shook her head. “I’m not a lesbian.”

Megan shrugged with a warm smile. “Neither am I. But I’m open to trying whatever feels good and excites everyone. Don’t say no until you’ve tried it a couple times.”

Ellie just continued to look shocked. She was having trouble taking in the whole scene that had unfolded over the past few minutes. Of course, she’d orchestrated the whole prelude to it. Megan and I had taken over control of a part she forgot about - a major part: the aftermath.

We sipped coffee while Megan and I carried most of the conversation, gently drawing Ellie and Darren in with questions about their night. They admitted it had been wonderful - romantic, passionate, though they’d made out a couple of times before the previous night.

When we’d asked if they wanted to do it again, both looked at each other before responding.

Darren admitted, “Yes, a lot. Ellie made it romantic and I liked that. Nice music, candles, and a superb bottle of wine.”

I asked, “Was that your first time together?”

Both nodded. Ellie reluctantly said, “As Darren said, we’d made out when we were in Maui and even slipped away for a few minutes at that Maui Party where the two of you met. I had Darren feel my breasts, but we remained dressed and were afraid of being caught by someone, so we stopped after a few minutes. We knew we wanted to try something more serious. We’d talked about that at length and got each other excited on the last plane trip back to the mainland and then after the party.”

I again postulated, “So, you’d like to do it again?”

Both cautiously nodded again but more firmly when they realized we weren’t angry with them. Darren looked sheepish admitting that more firmly than earlier. Megan and I were already on record about a desired repeat.

We finished our coffees. I eventually went off to shower and redress in the clothes I’d brought with me the night before in my go bag. Ellie and I headed home. She was quiet once we got home but studied me as though I was a new species on the planet.

We did projects and routine weekend tasks to fill out Sunday. I suggested dinner out someplace, and that’s what we did. By then I figured that the shock that I was an active participant in our open marriage had worn off.

Ellie told me over dinner, “I’ve been thinking all afternoon about what we did - Darren and me, you and Megan. I’m glad you slept with Megan. I would be feeling so guilty that I had sexual fun with someone while you were off somewhere just thinking about what I was doing. I got so focused on Darren that I didn’t even ask where you were going. I got selfish and focused on my own pleasure. My bad.”

I confessed, “Megan and I were little devils planning the surprise. Darren was like you. He never asked why his wife was preparing a nice dinner when he was heading out to dine with you. Duh! Thank you for putting up with our teasing this morning.”

Ellie said, “Let’s do that foursome thing next weekend. I want to invite the two of them to our place for the night.”

“Works for me - gladly, in fact.”

“Tonight, though,” she said, eyes darkening, “I want us to fuck each other’s brains out. Reconnect and reclaim each other. Strengthen our anchor point. Part of the open marriage thing as I want to define it, is that we strengthen the primary bond as the participants grow and expand themselves. Our sexing is a major part of that for me. I’m hornier than I’ve ever been - and it’s not just because of Darren. The whole sexual side of this has me turned on like you can’t imagine.

Chapter 4 - Getting Sexual

The next week Ellie and I became absolute animals. Work, meals, and the bare minimum of sleep were the only things that interrupted us. We fucked like we were making up for lost time - and the night with Darren and Megan had unlocked something feral in both of us that made even our honeymoon look tame.

By Wednesday we were both openly craving another night with Darren and Megan. Ellie called him at work and locked in Saturday at our house - dinner, swimming, and whatever else the evening brought.

Thursday, I took Darren to lunch because I needed to check in. I didn’t want to be screwing up his marriage. He was quite cheery and not a bit confrontational as I’d worried. We both admitted we were “pumped up” from the weekend and shared the same surge of nonstop sex at home. We reassured each other - no one wanted to damage marriages. Everything had to stay positive and loving but we all wanted to do more.

Darren added, “I should be jealous because Megan told me that she has a heavy crush on you that she’s sure is the beginning of a love affair. Funny, but I’m supportive of that. I just hope that you feel the same way about her. I hope you’ll be tolerant if Ellie and I move in that same direction.”

“I do care for her. Ellie feels that way about you, and I’m in the same opinion about supporting it. Based on what you’ve said, maybe we should date each other’s wives.”

He slowly nodded as he thought about my comment and then lit up like he’d just heard the best idea ever, “Hey, good idea. Not every night, but maybe one night a week, and then we’ll have weekend time together with all of us.”

“Good. We have Saturday booked with you as you know: dinner, swim … and the rest of the evening together in the same room. Ellie wants to try that and see what it’s like. I know that I’ll feel like I’m on display or putting on a show but I’ve got both exhibitionist and voyeur genes.”

Darren laughed, “Me, too. I guess we’re married to exhibitionists, too. Megan wants to perform for the two of you, whatever that means. I’ll get used to it.”

* * * * *

Saturday morning Ellie declared no morning or daytime sex-she wanted us both ‘potent with desire’ for the evening. All day she buzzed with nervous energy, cleaning the house obsessively, checking the menu, and rearranging furniture like we were hosting royalty.

The meal Ellie planned was a simple one - light hors d’oeuvres, salad, homemade mini- gourmet pizzas, and some ice cream for dessert. All those things got checked a dozen times, too. Our home had never been so clean and neat. She urged me to make the outside trim and neat, too. I mowed the grass and did some pruning of the shrubs near the front door, mostly to be outside away from my obsessing wife.

Megan and Darren arrived exactly at six o’clock, both dressed to seduce. The air crackled with the tension and anticipation. They brought a layer cake to go with the ice cream.

We greeted them with long, hungry kisses - Ellie melting into Darren, me pulling Megan tight against me. The women eyed each other’s outfits and grinned like co-conspirators. Both women had dressed to kill. Ellie rocked spike heels, torn Daisy Dukes with no panties, and a crop top showing generous under-boob. Megan wore a flirty tennis skirt (also commando) and a thin polo that clung to her nipples like a second skin. They gave each other approving once-overs and wicked smiles.

Ellie pulled Darren outside to our pool deck and our dinner table as Megan and I followed. She insisted that he have his arm around her and that one of his hands cupped a breast over the crop top. I did something similar with Megan to her delight. We were already getting sexy and they’d only been at the house sixty seconds. Additional kissing followed. Megan pushed her mons against my thigh and did some humping that telegraphed exactly what she was thinking about.

Dinner was casual and informal, and featured a thousand kisses with our new lovers. I got surprising arousal watching Ellie kissing Darren, and his fondling her breasts, ass, and pussy mostly outside her clothing. Hell, I was doing the same to Megan and he was watching, even smiling at me often. I felt naughty. We all probably did.

Over hors d’oeuvres we talked about dating during the week. We mutually decided that Wednesday evening would be a good date night and that sexual activities would take place at the women’s homes. We agreed on overnights and to hold Saturday nights to be together switching homes every other weekend.

After our cake and ice cream, including a lot of jokes about having your cake and eating it, too, we did a superficial clean up. By the time we moved to the living room, clothes were already coming off.

Nobody said anything; each couple just started to make out and then Ellie was without her small top. I helped Megan off with her designer tee. I sucked on her tits, bringing her nipples up to a delightful white-hot state. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Darren doing the same thing to Ellie. The hard-on in my shorts got harder and my mental arousal level ratcheted up.

We claimed the two facing sofas. Megan and I started making out, then she stripped me and dropped to her knees, taking me deep into her throat with impressive skill. Across from us Ellie did the same for Darren. The wet sounds and soft moans filled the room and turned me on even more.

Megan swallowed me in one smooth motion - all of me! She took me deep-impressively deep - and the wet heat of her throat made my eyes roll back. Ellie had tried but couldn’t do that. I caught Ellie watching us just before she started on Darren. He seemed delirious with his head back and eyes closed.

I had to stop Megan’s blowjob every few minutes lest I fire off without bringing her along on a similar journey. Besides, cunnilingus was my specialty. I repositioned us so that I could finger her slit, and she was dripping in sex juices. I pushed her into position and then went down on her. She tasted divine and I settled in for the long haul. I wanted to do this for her and for me for more than just a couple of minutes. In seconds, she was panting and moaning in pleasure that I made for her.

Darren and Ellie were behind me, yet I could hear my wife praising Darren’s ‘cunt eating skills’ and to never stop. I heard her move through several orgasms, and I was getting similar events from Megan.

The pussy-eating segment of the evening lasted about twenty minutes probably because I didn’t want to stop. Megan had a half-dozen peaks against my tongue during that time, and then she breathlessly. announced that it was time to fuck. She said that in a way that invited comment from the other sofa, only no one said anything. The two of them just rearranged and prepared to do the same thing.

I paused and watched as Ellie lay on her back and spread her legs, one over the back of the sofa and the other with her toes just touching the rug. She was spread wide, and Darren’s hard cock appeared right in front of her slit. He used the mushroom head to rap on her door, and then slowly slid his man meat into my wife. I just about came myself seeing that scene. I wasn’t sure that I could get any more aroused than watching her start to respond. The sight of Ellie’s breasts bouncing with every thrust nearly made me lose control.

I plunged into Megan and she became my sole focus. We started in the missionary position and made love, slowly and methodically, synchronizing our deep kisses with the action of my cock inside her pussy. I varied the pace. I used some fingers on her clitoris to stimulate her further.

Megan whispered to me, “Let’s get into the reverse cowgirl. I want to show us coupled together to Darren and Ellie.”

We switched positions so both Megan and I could see my wife and her lover. Megan lowered herself back onto my cock and we kept doing that for a bit. Darren continued to plough into Ellie’s pussy in the missionary position. I noted how her breasts shimmied in synch with his thrusts into her body. I’m sure that I got harder and longer inside Megan’s cunt.

Megan looked straight at Darren while she rode me and sang in a teasing lilt, “Hey baby… can you see Luke’s thick cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy? God, he feels so good … I could do this every night.” Her tone was playful but edged with something sharper.

Megan rode me and teased some more, “Do you like watching my pussy getting fucked? Can you see Luke’s hands wrapped around my tits. He’s pinching my nipples between his fingers so that they stay erect and aroused. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. He feels so good. This is the sexiest thing that I’ve ever done, and it won’t be the last with Luke.” She emphasized the last statement, slightly degrading Darren without mentioning him by name.

I leaned in and whispered against her ear, “Easy, babe. That edge is getting a little too sharp for him and for me.”

Megan shivered, then softened immediately. “Sorry… just teasing. I’ll dial it back.”

Stopping the teasing didn’t stop Darren from watching my cock plundering the pussy it was in - his wife.

Later during a break, I pulled Darren aside. “You okay? Megan got a little sharp there.”

He exhaled. “I’m fine - but a little shocked about all of this. Seeing the blatant sex - with Megan. I like porn, but having your wife starring in a live feature right under my nose sure gets my attention. I’m aroused and bothered at the same time. I’ll digest all this be okay. You and I are fine. Don’t sweat it but thanks for your concern; it means a lot to me.”

Ellie joined us. She poked him in the gut, pointed at their sofa, and said, “Get back inside me, buster. Want to try cowgirl? I’m missing your large cock inside me and it’s only been two minutes.” They moved and in seconds he slid back into the moment that Megan had distracted him from. The slight hiccup bothered me, but I decided not to make an issue of it. Ellie wanted his cock.

He waved both hands theatrically in mock protest, “No, no. Save me.”

The month that followed unfolded according to our plan and there were no hiccups or issues. We liked our Wednesday dates and the group Saturdays. The frequency of sex in my life had increased by an order of magnitude. When I was with Ellie, we were both insatiable and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We were back to fucking three or even four times a day. When I was with Megan, about all we did was fuck, fuck, fuck.

At our fourth Saturday together we were at our house and had Thai takeout as our main dinner meal along with some wine. After clean-up we cuddled up with each other’s wife, quickly got naked, and started on our first round of sex on our two facing sofas.

We started with a half-hour or so of mutually satisfying oral sex with our partners and then started to fuck. The lights were dim and we had some strains of music playing in the background that wouldn’t be distracting from the main event or being able to hear what each other said.

I got deep into Megan in the missionary position with her ankles over my shoulder as I slowly oscillated deep into her very moist pussy. Opposite us, Ellie rode Darren in the girl-on-top or cowgirl position. She made it more of an event by feeding one of her voluptuous breasts to him to suck on as he pistoned his cock up into her body.

That was the scene when I heard the shutter clicks of a camera from near our front door. I didn’t break stride, but I instantly tried to turn to verify the sound. Something was dramatically ‘off’.

Before I could determine what was going on and only a millisecond later, Ellie screamed, “OH, MY GOD. ALLISON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? DON’T LOOK. DON’T LOOK.”

Chapter 5 - Relativity

Ellie’s scream cut through the room like a siren. “ALLISON! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? DON’T LOOK! DON’T LOOK.” We all scrambled - hands flying to cover cocks, tits, and leaking pussies - while Ally stood there grinning, phone still raised after snapping a few photos. Fuck.

Ally and Greg - Ellie’s sister and brother-in-law - stood a few feet inside the open front door, casual clothes on, looking like they’d just dropped by for a normal visit - except we were all naked, mid-fuck, and the room reeked of sex from our first round. They had a key and standing drop-in rights, so this wasn’t entirely shocking … until it was.

Ally started chuckling, as she came forward phone in hand. Fuck, she was making a video. She came between both sofas for a better view panning the camera from one sofa to the other to capture all the action.

I’d stopped fucking Megan and stood in shock, my dick becoming more flaccid by the second. Ellie didn’t know what to do, so she just froze in position atop Darren. Initially, she used one arm to cover her tits and the other to shield where her pussy pressed down on Darren’s cock. The pose was ludicrous and even made me laugh. Megan held a small throw pillow in front of her covering one of her generous breasts.

We’d been caught and were responding like naughty teenagers as the parents got home unexpectedly early.

Ally said loudly as she turned to the four of us, “WELL, WELL, WELL. What do we have here? A little wife swapping going on? A little extra-marital romance with friends? How special.” She took a step to where Megan was by then sitting up and blushing the red color of the country’s flag. “Hi, I’m Allison or Ally, Ellie’s sister. That’s Greg, my husband.” She flipped her head in Greg’s direction.

The two shook hands and Megan introduced herself and then pointed out Darren who was still on his back with Ellie sitting up on top of him. Ellie had also blushed to a bright cherry-red.