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--- BONNIE ---

Leonard leads me up the steps and to a small room. I walk in and he shuts the door, not completely, but just enough so no one can see inside. I find it a nice gesture : it makes me feel less confined than to be locked in a room with him. And I think to myself : we can always close it fully later.

Inside the room is a dresser, a one-place bed and a large chair. Leonard takes me to the edge of the bed, sitting me down, then faces me as he sits on the chair. I smile at him.

"Tell me about your husband."
"Boyfriend," I correct. "Barry. We've been together since high school. He was my first."
"It was the same for my Jeanine. She was my first and only, for quite a long while. What made you decide you wanted other partners too?"
"I didn't decide, honestly. When I met Barry, I was already having sex with girls..."

I see his eyes twinkle like only a man's can - or maybe lesbians - at the mention of women together.

"When he joined our group, I knew I had to have him for myself."
"I see, but... surely, you've been with other men too."
"It's fairly recent. Last spring. A cruise, actually."
"Tell me about it."

I blush. He apologizes. I smile, chasing away the shyness.

"Don't... it was a romantic getaway, and we wanted to try new things. We... swung with a few people, but it took me a while to accept another... dick in me, so to speak."
"And now?"
"Now, I'm okay about it."

He smiles. I play with my shoulders to enhance my natural curves, and he stares intently at my cleavage.

"Do you want to see?"
"If you're going to start now, I'll pop that blue pill to give it time to work," he laughs.

I'm a little surprised he's not pressing the issue, or that he's taking it so lightly. Most men I know can't wait to get me undressed.

"All right... what shall we do, then?"
"Talking is nice," he says.

So we talk. He chats about his wife again, how he loved and still loves her, how he's proud of his children and their accomplishments, how he wishes that the world was a different place than when he was young, but it's still the same bastards running the show. I talk about myself, my family, and I start talking about my dreams. I want children, I tell him. And I want them while I'm still young enough to take care of them. He sympathizes with my feelings. It's such a pleasant conversation I hardly see the time go by.

When the words die down, I am completely relaxed. He smiles almost shyly, faking it for the playfulness of the part.

"Perhaps you can remove an item now?" he suggests.

I smile back. As I start to reach for my blouse, I see him reach into his pocket and pull out a blue pill, and pop it. I am going to have sex with this man. And I feel fine about it. His skin is blemished, he has spots on his face, the small hairs on his face are coarse, but I don't care. He's a nice man, a kind man with a sweet soul, and I like him. I see his eyes widen as I take off my blouse, exposing my lacy bra.

"Now, young lady," he says, "I'm not as spry as I used to be, so I can't go on for hours anymore."
"That's fine. I'll lead, if needed."

I see him reach inside another pocket and pull out a condom. He sets it on the armrest. I get up from the bed, walk towards him and sit on his lap. I caress his hair.

"You're really nice, Leonard. Thank you."
"Every woman should be treated like a queen," he answers.

I lean in, gently placing my lips on his. He shivers from my touch. This feels amazing, and his age doesn't factor into it one iota. I get off of him, getting on my knees and I start unfolding his robe. He's wearing a sweater and pants underneath. He doesn't move and allows me to take charge. My hands slide across his chest, still muscular under his shirt.

"Wow... you work out a lot."
"I have all the time in the world, now... and I like to present myself well."

I unclasp my bra in the front, and expose my breasts to him. He's staring with intensity, and it's almost intimidating.

"You want me, right?" I ask.
"Yes. Of course I do. You are gorgeous and wonderful... but, do you want me?"
"I do."

As he stares at my chest, I start to unbuckle his pants and help him get out of them, revealing black boxers. The blue pill seems to be working, or perhaps that's just me working my magic on him. I take off his pants and slippers. He tells me to leave his socks on, that his feet aren't that good-looking with age. I obey because I want him to be comfortable. I can't repress a small laughter : I'm about to make love to a man wearing socks. I never let Barry do that to me.

I get back up and turn away from him. I lower my dress, exposing my behind in its lacy underwear. I peek back at him. His eyes are on my butt all the time I am undressing. I let the dress drop to the floor, then giggle. He looks up at me and smiles.

"You are very playful..." he says.
"And you are quite the romancer..."

I get back to my knees, facing him. I rub my hand against the bulge in his boxer.

"Are you ready to give him some air?"

He nods. I pull down on the cloth and his penis starts sticking out. I've never been with someone who is taking the blue pill, so I wonder if it affects performance in any way. I chase the question from my mind as I finish pulling his boxers off. He looks at me shyly. He's so cute, I think to myself.

"Yes,"I mumbled to myself." I'll do it. You're clean, right?"
"Of course," he says.

It's always recommended to have a condom on during the blowjob, but I sincerely hate the taste and feel of it. I don't really mind it between my legs, but not in my mouth. I grab his shaft, staring at it the whole time as I start stroking him gently. He whimpers from my touch. I bring my lips next to it : I take a whiff and am pleasantly surprised. It is freshly cleaned. Sometimes, when I do this to Barry, it smells awful, and I ask him to go wash up. But Leonard is full of attention for his lady partner.

Well, now, my mouth is full of him. I lift my eyes, and he's looking down on me, and his eyes tell the entire story. He is enjoying this, as he should. I wonder how his wife felt when she did it to him - or how she would feel if she saw me doing it. I wonder if perhaps, she's watching him from beyond, getting off on it on herself. Maybe paradise is just another place where sex is free and with no consequence. It's funny how my mind wanders.

"Bonnie... stop."

I stop and pull away. I see him panting.

"Are you all right?"
"I am... your mouth is so wonderful..."
"Do you want me to continue?"
"I want to do something else. I want to eat you up."

I smile.

"You don't have to."
"I want to."

I get up and head towards the bed. He pushes himself off the chair and walks towards me. He stays erect as he does, and I see the benefit of the blue pill. It won't fall back down for a while because all the blood is rushing to it. As I get down on the bed, I pull down my panties and take them off. He tells me to put my sex near the edge of the bed, so I comply. He gets to his knees, using my own knee as support to crouch. His face is at my crotch level. I look down and see his graying mane. He leans in and his mouth presses against my sex. I shiver from the contact. His tongue starts running along the edges of my pussy, and I whimper. I'm shaking from his touch. I'm not sure I'm enjoying this as much as he would like me to, but it's a nice attention. It only lasts a moment, but it is full of tenderness and passion.

He presses his hands on my knees to pull himself up back to his feet.

"I'm going to slide into you, now."

I notice he's put on the condom. I smile and give him my permission. He leans forward, and is inside me the next moment, without resistance. My mouth is open wide as I feel his whole length slide into me, and I can't help but remember how prejudiced I felt earlier, and how wrong I was. This man is amazing, caring, and apparently a great lover. Age has nothing on him.

His thrusts into me are slow, perhaps because he is older and has less energy, or perhaps because he wants to take his time enjoying me. I don't complain. I moan and I pant, yes, but he is deep into me and I adore it. Barry won't believe me. Not that he's here to say anything.

Leonard falls forward, his upper body weight overtaking his balance. I catch him. He apologizes. I simply smile and help him pull out. I move him onto the bed, facing him, and I straddle him, pushing myself back down onto his protected shaft. This time, I'm setting the pace and, while it's not violent, it is certainly much faster than before. Leonard's face is a constant stream of amazement and pleasure. He puts his hands on my breasts, supporting my weight as I ride him strong, allowing the pleasure in me to build so I can release.

"Oh! Fuck... Leonard... wow."
"Bonnie... oh... Bonnie..."

He repeats my name like it's a mantra. I know he wants to come, and I just need to get him riled up enough. So I press on, and my orgasm shoots in me like an arrow through my brain, almost violent. I keep at it, because I want him to get the same sensation I just felt. I want to feel his manhood shake inside me as it spurts all its load into the condom.

As I open my eyes to look at his face, I see the energy he's expending just to keep up with me. I slow down, not wanting to give him a coronary, but I keep riding him.

"Oh... Bonnie... I... love what you're doing to me..."
"You're doing it to me as well," I reply, wondering at the grammar behind my sentence.
"Can I... take you another way?"

So he hasn't come yet. I didn't think so.

"How would you like?" I ask.
"I want you on your back."

Classic missionary position. I can work with that. I pull off him, mindful for the condom to stay on. Since the bed is only one-place wide, we shift our bodies around until I'm on my back and he's on top of me. He'll be controlling the pace now. I caress his face as he steadies himself against my opening once more, pushing it in. It feels so warm now from the friction. He goes at it again with more energy than I imagined he had left. He's leaning into me, pressing hard against my chest. We lock lips as he repeatedly penetrates my vagina, eager to get his own release. Now that I've already had mine, I climb back up so easily.

Finally, I feel him tense up.

"Do it, Leonard..."

He doesn't even flinch. I feel it as he lets it all out, without a word, his hips swaying against mine as he indulges in my flesh. In the last throes of release, he starts kissing me again. I return the favor. He collapses all his weight on me, exhausted, still hard inside me. One of the perks of the blue pill, I think. My hips want to sway with it, to extract more pleasure from it, but I wait for him to recover.

All this time, I suddenly think, we haven't even closed the door.

--- BARRY ---

Lindsey drags me into the adjacent room, the public room, the one where you can have sex while others are watching. Not that I mind. Given all I've done, there's really no challenge there. I notice that her girlfriend/roommate is also coming along with her beau, the escort Alexei. I suppose there's no point in going to a common room where everyone can see you if there's no one there to see you.

"So... are you hot for me, Barry?"
"You know I am... how do you want this?"
"Fast and hard."

I'm not incredibly surprised. Sometimes, people like to move up slowly and get to the 'good parts' later. Sometimes, they just want to skip ahead. I'm fine with both scenarios. I have a thought to my own girl, Bonnie, wondering how she's going to manage her old man, but unless she comes to get me, I'm not getting involved. Besides, I apparently have my own 'situation' to deal with.

I see our friend Wendy dragging the man she's with, a young student by the name of Patrick, into the same room. She doesn't take any time to get undressed. She's wearing a leather harness of some kind under her suit that molds around her breasts and belly. It doesn't prevent any access between her legs, though. I recall the intensity of last night's game, and I can't help but feel I haven't explored that pussy enough yet. But I have my own partner now, and she's taking me to a couch.

I also see Kim, our host from the lodge, heading into the room with the Indian accountant, Yash. He's already removing his shirt, showing off his potbelly. Kim doesn't seem to mind, so why should I for her. Still, he doesn't look like a man I would let close to Bonnie. It's a judgement, I know, but I'm fine with it. Again, my mind wanders to the host of this party, Leonard, and to my girl currently with him.

"Barry... hot chick at twelve o'clock."

Lindsey's words draw me back to her. She's ready to pull her strapless dress off. I focus my attention solely on her now. She quietly slips it off; her breasts are small compared to Bonnie's, but they perk up ever so slightly. I smile at her as she drops the dress to the floor completely. She's naked underneath - no underwear. I guess she came for business.

"You like?"
"And how!"
"Now you..."
"Undress me," I tease her.

She casts a naughty smile in my direction and she moves forward. She starts dragging her hand across my clothes. I let her proceed, of course. It allows me to watch her movements as she does, but also to cast a glance at what's happening elsewhere in the room.

Fleurette and Alexei are sitting on a chair, passionately kissing. Kim is undressing, and I see her shape unveiled once more. Wendy is putting herself on all fours on a couch; I see Patrick starting to undress.

My top comes off, then my shorts. Of course, when she gets to my underwear, Lindsey takes them off facing me : I pop up in her face, already becoming hard from the visual stimulation, and bump it on her nose. She kisses the tip before moving back up and locking lips with me, pressing her body against mine. I wrap my arms around her and trade tongues with her. She smells like flowers of some kind, I can't tell which type.

"Nice kisses," she says.
"Thanks... so... fast and hard?"
"Yes."

I push her towards the couch.

"Hands on the couch. Lift your ass up."
"Are we going to do anal?" she inquires.

I pause. To be honest, I have never done that, not with Bonnie, not with anyone else. I have to ask.

"Do you want to?"
"Only if you want to, big boy..."

I'm quite intrigued now. Bonnie's never shown an interest, and I've never been given an opportunity. I look around the room.

"There are condoms somewhere here..."

Something hits me on the side. I look to my left, and I see Alexei has tossed me one. Right now, his partner Fleurette is going down on him, her full mouth hiding his shaft. I bend down and grab the pack, thanking him with a nod, then proceed to wrap my package inside the plastic. I move towards Lindsey, my hard-on pointing at her.

"You work your way up there, right?" she asks.

I have to be honest with her about this. She needs to know what I have - or haven't done

"I've never done anal."
"Oh... well... I'll tell you how."
"Okay."

It's weird. I don't feel especially aroused until my dick connects with her pussy. A jolt of electricity sparks inside my head and I ram it deep inside her. She yelps, and I realize I could have taken more time to get her ready. I apologize.

"It's okay... you're tense," she tells me.
"I'm... I guess, I am..."
"Well, pound that tension away, love..."

I get on with my work. She's hunched over the couch and I'm swaying my hips into her womb, enjoying the rush. Thankfully, the condom was lubricated, so it helps her handle the beginning of my work until her own juices come in play. I can't help but check around the room. Alexei has buried his head in Fleurette's snatch. Kim is blowing her partner. Patrick is caressing Wendy's ass, then slapping it. Some kind of bondage thing is going on there. I return to Lindsey. She's moaning hard now, but I think she's doing it for my benefit, not that I mind. She feels really good, despite the rubber. I'd like to take it off, but it's better not.

As I'm relentlessly mauling her sex, I see Alexei and Fleurette coming towards us. I don't stop what I'm doing but I look at them with a puzzled look. Alexei points to the couch. I suppose there's enough room for two couples, and the girls probably want to be close to each other. I certainly don't mind.

I stop my action and pull Lindsey sideways, my cock still hard inside her. Fleurette assumes the same position as her roommate, and Alexei imitates my own. For some obscure reason, we start pounding into our partners in rhythm. It feels a little surreal, but I certainly don't mind. I stare at his dick entering Fleurette's flower, and he seems to be staring at mine entering Lindsey.

My eyes dart again across the room. Kim is on all fours, being taken from behind by the Indian man; he's hunched over her and somehow, it feels awkward to me. Patrick is still caressing and slapping Wendy's ass, and I wonder how long they're going to be at it. I decide to stick to what's happening with and around me.

I hear Lindsey moan hard, and I know I've finally hit the spot. Her pants are constant, with every thrust, and I'm very pleased with myself for the orgasm I just gave her. Alexei slaps me on the shoulder and I'm taken aback by the gesture. I pull out from Lindsey and allow her to recover. I see Alexei follows my lead. Fleurette and Lindsey flip forward, facing us, sitting on the couch. They start kissing, spreading their legs for us to return. For a moment, I wonder if we're going to be swapping partners, but Alexei goes back to Fleurette, getting on his knees, and penetrating her once more. I do the same, and I resume my pounding into my partner while she is engrossed in lascive kisses with Fleurette. I have one hand on her hips to stabilize myself.

All of a sudden, Alexei wraps his arm around my neck. When I look at him, I see it seems to provide him some stability with his stance. Unconsciously, I do the same and we keep taking our respective partners with strength, now swaying in rhythm. I'm in for another shocker when I turn to face him, and he turns to face me. He leans in and suddenly, I lock lips with him. I'm fucking Lindsey's pussy and I'm kissing a man. And it's not a simple peck on the lips, it's a passionate, wild, tongue-lashing kiss, which I return whole-heartedly, completely out of my element.

I hear him moan as he pulls away from me, and Fleurette is screaming in pleasure as he spends himself inside her, inside the condom. I snap back to reality, realizing what I was just doing, strangely aroused at the idea. I stop my thrusts inside Lindsey and hear her complain a little.

"Dammit... I was so close again."

I stare at Alexei, and he notices my blank look.

"Sorry. I was in the moment."
"All good," I tell him.

To be honest, I'm shocked. Not that I did it, not that I liked it. I'm shocked that I want to kiss him again while I'm fucking this girl. Eventually, Lindsey's voice draws me back to her.

"Barry..."
"I'm here. Sorry."
"That was really awesome, you two kissing like that."
"Yeah, I guess... uh... ready to try something wilder?"

I want to change the subject. I'm not comfortable dealing with this right now.

"I know what you want."

Lindsey looks at her friend, Fleurette, also spent. They kiss. Then, Lindsey moves herself up to the side of the couch, raising her ass as high as it will go.

"You're going to want to aim correctly, and it will be hard going in, but the condom is lubed up, so it should be fine."
"Tell me if you want me to stop."
"I will."

I need to reclaim my identity, it seems. Kissing Alexei challenged my masculinity. Why should it? I've kissed Thomas. I've kissed Brad. I'm perplexed. I never saw myself as anything close to gay, not even gay-curious. Maybe I'm reading too much into it.

I move behind Lindsey. I see her openings and my instinct is to aim for her pussy. But I want to try the other hole. She wants me to. I press my tip against her opening. It won't go in.

"It's not happening," I say.

She reaches around with her hand and slides a finger in her pussy, then moves it up to her ass and slides it in, playing gently with herself.

"Try it now."

I comply. It feels weird to me. I know Bonnie never wants to try that. And she never will. I'm fine with that. Doing it with another girl, though... I press the tip again and this time, there's less resistance. I still have to press on it, and it can't be that nice for her. I can't see Lindsey's face. I remind myself she wants me to do it. The tip parts the opening ever slightly and I hear a moan.

"What?"
"Keep going in, otherwise it hurts."

I don't want to injure her, so I press forward and start pushing it inside. I'm catching a smell which I don't really like, but I keep pushing.

"Fuck...." she lets out, a long drawn out word.

I'm inside her anus now, and it's a tighter fit than I've ever had. It feels both awkward and warm. I start swaying inside her, and she moans. Fleurette moves to her face and starts kissing her. I'm taking her ass now, and I feel it. I understand the appeal, the tightness around my shaft. I don't know what it's doing to her, though. I am a little concerned... but it feels so good.

"You can pump..." she whimpers.

I suppose it might feel better for her if I move, so I carry out her recommendation. This time, I really feel it. I'm so close to coming already. I want to ask for her permission but I just let it go. My seed spurts out into the condom and I feel her body jerk under my thrusts. I fill the condom with my load and I cry hard as I do.

A moment later, I'm pulling out, and the comfortable feeling of release subsides as I catch another whiff of the unwelcome smell. I want to take off the condom, but I don't want to put my hand on it, so I look around for a kleenex to do it with.

As I carry out the dirty deed, I see that Patrick is finally balls deep inside Wendy on all fours, and he's not stopping until he's gotten his release. Kim is already done with her partner, apparently. She smiles at me, and I wonder how much pleasure she derived from it. She certainly doesn't seem as fulfilled as when we did it with her. But perhaps I'm just imagining things. I walk back to Lindsey whose head is resting on Fleurette's lap.

"Is she okay?" I asked.
"She's fine. She's not bleeding."
"Bleeding?"
"Anal sex can rupture blood vessels back there."

I'm stunned. Why would anyone do it, I ask? Then, I remember the sensation around my shaft, and it makes sense that, at least for guys, the pleasure outweighs the pain. Alexei has moved away from us, and I can tell my reaction puzzled him. I don't really care.

I'm feeling noxious. The sex was great but, somehow, it didn't work for me, other than the physical release it gave me. There were odd smells and sensations. I want to see Bonnie. I hope she had fun.

I hope Sarah and Jim are good too.