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Dwayne and his daughter Wendy brought the six of us back to our place of rest. Kim and Wendy traded in long kisses while we stepped off the boat.

"You around for a while?" Dwayne inquired.
"Tonight and tomorrow, at least," Bonnie answered. "Why are you asking?"
"Just to know..."

It was Kim who answered him.

"Tell you what. If we vote for a repeat, we'll get in touch."
"Sounds good to me. Wendy?"
"Sounds way fun..."

They waved at us, then started taking their boat backs to their own dock. Brian turned to us.

"You're not mad, I hope."
"Not all," Barry said, "it was amazing... and to think you were just across the water... what did you do?"
"Hang on," Kim intervened. "We either say it all or we don't... there's no in-betweens."
"I'd rather not say..." Sarah replied.
"I agree," I said.
"All right, then the stories stay on the boat."

Barry seemed disappointed but he let it go. With our walk and the boat trip, almost all of morning had passed. Kim took Brian's hand and they headed indoors. I took my cue from them and took Sarah away from the deck, towards the woods where we had ventured earlier. She followed silently. We sat on a rock.

"So..." she whispered.
"So... you... did it."
"I thought we weren't talking about it," she told me.

I looked away.

"Yes," she continued. "Dwayne fucked me. And I saw that you did both Wendy and Kim..."
"I did."
"And?"

What was I supposed to say? That I'd had an orgasm. That it had been amazing. It was all true.

"Is this awkward?" I asked.
"Not for me. I was watching you the whole time, hunched over the deck. You never once looked at me.
"I thought... you wanted me to indulge, to be independent."
"I do. I did."
"But you were watching me?"
"While Dwayne was fucking me, yes..."

The scene felt surreal, almost like it was going to turn into a porn movie. In my mind, I was forcing her to suck my cock to atone what she had done. What kind of morality was at play? I was equally at fault, so why did I not feel guilty? Or perhaps I did, and I was projecting away from me towards her.

"I came hard," she added.
"Why are you telling me this? What... does it do to you for me to know this?"
"I don't know... I want to share my feelings."
"Coming hard is not a feeling," I replied, almost angry.

Sarah cast a stern look at me.

"Now, listen up, Jim. You just had amazing sex with two hot girls, and you're complaining still?"

I didn't know what to answer, so I shut up. She continued,

"And I... I just had a dick inside me, and it didn't bother me one bit that it wasn't yours. Do you know why?"
"No."
"Because I didn't love him. I didn't dislike him, or else he would never have touched me, but I don't love him. I don't love Barry. Or Jennifer. I love you. Once and for all, stick it in your stupid head!"

She paused, looking back towards the water.

"Maybe this was a mistake..."
"No. No, Sarah, it wasn't."
"It's not me, it's you?"
"What?"

Sarah seemed sad, and I wondered why. She focused her gaze on me, desperate to draw my attention, so I focused solely on her.

"Whenever you have one of these... moments... I feel like you're going to break up with me."
"Sarah, no... I... I'm so sorry. That's not what..."
"I know, but still... I didn't have this situation with Jennifer. But maybe that was because I didn't care about her the way I care about you."
"Maybe."

I grabbed her hands.

"Listen, Sarah, I want you to be happy. With me... with someone else. I love you."
"And I love you. And maybe you always overthink everything, and that's why it's complicated, but it's so rewarding too. Watching you have sex with other girls... don't ask me why, it turns me on like crazy. Except that, well... I like dicks too. I like pussy, sure, but dicks... hmmm... yours in particular but, sometimes, it's occupied!"

I burst out laughing, the stress coming down. It wasn't our worst fight : it wasn't even a real fight. We'd only had one, and it had been a dozy, a few months back with Jennifer in-between. We couldn't handle her as part of our couple. It was just us... no three-person relationship. But this wasn't a relationship, I told myself. This is sex. Pleasure. Fun. All that jazz. And I felt silly for being such a worry wart.

"We keep having this argument, Sarah... maybe there's a reason."
"The reason is you're still insecure about me... and that makes me insecure about you. We should get married."
"What?"
"Nothing says love like a legally binding contract."

Again, I laughed. That was my quote. I didn't really want to get married, and neither did Sarah.

"Even if we did make a pact, or promise, Sarah, there's no guarantee it would stick."
"True... but it might help you cope with some of the uncertainties, because, Jim, I have to be honest with you. Last night, having Barry fuck me, and then again this morning... wow. I need this. Not always. Rarely even, but sometimes... you just gotta get a big dick in you and let if fuck you until kingdom come! And it can be yours, and I want that... but... if it's another's then, that has to be good too."

I nodded, trying to accept what she was saying.

"You like having sex with other girls. Don't deny it."
"I won't. I'm not. But I don't need it if I have you."
"Same here, except that, we're here, and it's really our own fault for accepting the invitation, right?"
"Right."

She gave me a big hug.

"I promise you this, though... your dick will be the only one in my bed."

I kissed her.

"And your pussy will be the only one I sleep with at night."
"Sounds like a plan..."

Another hug and kiss later, we let go of each other, feeling more at ease.

"So... how was it? Honestly?" she asked.
"It was great... so powerful, empowering... Kim really wanted me. To be fair, I didn't push myself on anyone, and that's what I liked."
"Yeah. You guys like it when we chase you."
"I do. Can't talk for others..."
"And did you use a condom?"
"Well, I started at first, with Wendy, but I left it in her when I switched to Kim."
"Ok, well... Kim should be clean."
"I guess. Should we, I mean... always use condoms?"
"No. Just when it's not with regular partners. See, Dwayne had a condom on the whole time, even during the blowjob."

It didn't feel awkward to talk about the technicalities of sex, only the feelings it brought up.

"We should head back. They'll think we're screwing in the woods or something."

As we got up, I asked her something.

"So... they were father and daugher, right?"
"Yep. I figured the mother's out of the picture, maybe because he swings and she doesn't. As far as he knows, she's emulating his example."
"That's what I gathered. You don't think..."
"Of course not!"

My imagination was always too vivid. I let it go and we returned to the household. Kim had served a bowl of fruit salad, and the four others were already digging in. We joined them on the deck.

"So?" Barry asked.
"So what?"
"What were you talking about?"
"Us," Sarah replied.

They left it at that. Kim smiled at me for a moment, mouthing a silent thanks. I did the same. I looked at Brian.

"So what else have you concocted for us."
"To be honest, not much... at least, not this afternoon. I'm a little sexed out, to be honest."

I saw he was looking at Bonnie. She was almost blushing.

"So I was thinking, we have a quiet afternoon. Take a rowboat across the lake, swim, soak in the sun, you know, nothing fancy. Maybe read a good book."
"Could we go for a walk?" Sarah asked.
"Sure. Where do you want to go?"
"Just around the lake again... maybe just the two of us," Sarah added, looking at me.
"Sure."

Barry laughed.

"Sounds like a date. Sure, you do that. Bonnie?"
"Honestly, maybe just get some rest and get some sun... naked of course... you can put suncreen on me..."
"I'm certainly willing."

Plans were made. I saw Kim lean into Sarah, whispering something in her ear. The two giggled, and then returned to their food. I was intrigued, of course, but I let it slide. It may or may not have been about me. It didn't matter.

"I was wondering..." Sarah continued.
"Yes?"
"What about tonight, then?"

Brian laughed.

"You are horny, aren't you."
"A-ha. Guilty. I just like to know when to expect, so I can pace myself."
"Well, it depends. Were you leaving tomorrow or the day after?"

Sarah looked at me. I had planned on leaving tomorrow afternoon, given the course load I had to prepare, but staying one extra day might be feasible.

"It depends... Barry, you have obligations at work?"
"Nope."
"Then we can stay another day, I guess."

Sarah smiled. Brian considered that notion, now that it was established.

"Well, seeing as you all seem quite open now..."
"I am," I said, "if you're referring to my hesitation. I just needed to break the ice."
"We all do," Kim added.
"As I was saying, since we're all good, I could always go about the lake today, see who's in, maybe find out if some of our other friends are about. If you're game, of course."
"The more, the merrier," Sarah said.
"They're not all young and hip, you know," Kim stated. "There's one couple that's in their sixties... not the one we met this morning, another. A few in their fifties. They're all very presentable. It's kind of a... necessity with this lifestyle. Does that bother you?"

The question had never been adopted. The oldest person we'd ever had in our games was Peter, Jennifer's photographer friend, and he was in his early forties. I didn't know if that was a problem. I didn't know if an older woman could arouse me the way a young woman could. And I could tell the question intrigued my friends as well.

"I say, why not?" Bonnie answered for us.
"You certain? For some, it can be a turn off."
"As long as they're presentable, I don't see why not," she added. "Besides, older people have the right to have sex and to swing, and there's no obligation, right?"
"Absolutely. Good."

Kim was satisfied that her concern had been addressed. She gave her blessing for Brian to go inquire.

"So, we'll plan it for tomorrow night. Tonight, we can make it more private."
"Sounds good."
"Wait," Barry said. "How many people are we talking about?"
"Why are you worried about numbers?" Bonnie said. "We've been almost fifteen at one of these and it didn't faze you."
"I'm just curious."

It was obvious Brian couldn't answer without checking first, but he gave us an estimate.

"Maybe... at most... six or seven other couples. Maybe a few alone."
"So that's a potential for fifteen extra people?"
"That's only if everyone is around. I won't know until I check, but I'll give you the number, if you're so concerned."
"Interested, not concerned."
"Okay."

The conversation switched to a different topic, and we finished fruit salad. Once that was done, Sarah grabbed my hand and took me for a walk. To my surprise, she didn't try anything with me. She really wanted to walk around the lake, and nothing more.

"This is a nice place," she said.
"Very quiet. I like."
"Me too."

We stopped at another dock near an empty house. The path that went through the woods connected sites one to another. Sarah sat down on the edge of the deck, her feet dangling over the water. I sat down beside her and she leaned against my shoulder.

"Do you hate it?"
"Hate what?"
"The fact that we don't have money..."

I knew she shared my sentiments, but it eased my mind to hear them voiced.

"Yeah. I mean, I love Barry and Bonnie, and Kim and Brian... I mean, they earned their keep..."
"Except for Barry."
"He works hard for it."
"Yeah, he does... Still..."

I was a T.A. I might eventually make professor if there was ever an opening. She was going to be a kindergarten teacher - at least, that was the plan.

"I'm going to need to find a job."
"Why?"
"My tuition is almost up, and I could get it renewed, but I'll just end up owing more money to the government once I'm done."
"And then you pay it back."
"Yeah, but... I want to work. Somewhere. Part-time."
"Like what?"
"Still thinking..."

I hesitated before speaking again.

"Whatever you decide, Sarah. I love you. I'll support you."
"You already do."

She leaned against me for a while. Eventually, we got up, and walked around the rest of the afternoon. We didn't really meet anyone the way we had gone, and we eventually turned around and headed back, in order to make it back for supper. I remembered Brian's comments, about being all sexed out. I shared it. If sex had presented itself, I would have indulged (being a man) but I didn't need it. I was content to relax in the company of my girlfriend, holding hands, watching nature and dreaming of bigger things.
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Supper and evening came around again. Spending the afternoon with Sarah had calmed me down and helped me get some perspective on our trip so far. I regretted nothing, and I was proud of that. Emotions still tended to flare whenever I felt my masculinity challenged by another man - perks of the genre - but I had gotten over that. Sarah's ease at handling these notions (and me) made it very easy for me to focus my mind better.

That is not to say I would never have another hesitation or crisis. I had found out that, every time I ran into one of these activities, at some point, I would bump my head. But I was getting better at bandaging the wound.

Once supper was done and the dishes were out of the way, we all headed back to the deck. Brian took charge of the discussion.

"So, we had a blast this morning, obviously, because we felt you were ready for it. Hindsight being 20/20, how do you feel now?"
"We'd like to hear from everyone," Kim said. "In fact, we can start, if you prefer."

I was ready to talk, but since they offered nicely, I decided to let them go first. The rest of us did the same, so Kim took the floor.

"Last night, we saw the four of you on the deck, going at it. Now, of course, we wanted to join in... but we decided we'd wait. We talked instead, and we decided that we'd go for a boat ride."
"Now, "Brian continued her story, "I knew that Dwayne was there. Not his daughter, that was a pleasant surprise for you guys. So we cornered you, and I really, really hope it wasn't out of line. Well?"
"It wasn't," Barry said. "We did way worse on the cruise..."

They laughed, but neither Sarah nor I could get the joke. Bonnie chimed in.

"I, for one, loved it. It was spontaneous, unrehearsed and very satisfying. Thank you, Brian. And Kim. But mostly Brian."

Another laugh from Sarah this time. She decided she would speak.

"I can't tell you how much I needed that... and... Dwayne was nice, in a perverse sort of way. You didn't ambush me. We ambushed you, yesterday, with our novely and our games..."
"Maybe we just returned the favor," Brian said.
"I think spontaneity is, in this, as important as planning. Brian went around the lake this afternoon and, well... it's going to be quite a turnout if everyone comes."
"What's the biggest number of people you've had as a group thing, like that?" Barry asked.
"Biggest was a sex expo we went to in Vegas..." Brian started.

Kim shushed him.

"There were around fifty people in all in the room..."
"Wow!" Barry exclaimed. "I wouldn't know where to go."
"There's actually a structure to all of it," Brian said. "You'll find out tomorrow - if you're still game, of course. I can call it off."
"Not a chance," Sarah said. "We want this."
"You haven't said much, Jim," Kim said.

I had wanted to be the first to speak, but they had gone on with their conversation. It was my turn

"I liked it too. I really did. It's hard to admit."
"Why is that?" Kim insisted.
"Because having fun with someone else than your life partner is... different. Don't you sometimes feel a little guilty?"
"Sometimes," Brian said. "But then, I look into her eyes..."

He did so just as he said it, before continuing.

"...and if she's all right, I'm all right."
"You always make such a drama of everything, Jim!" Bonnie joked.

I nodded my head.

"I do. And I had a blast, really. I overthink. Always have."
"And thinking is not a bad thing here... you see, tomorrow... can I tell them, honey?"

Brian looked at Kim with insistence. She gave him the go-ahead, so Brian spat out the details he wanted to give us.

"Basically, we're gonna do a mixer."

I had read something on the internet about it.

"How does that work?" Bonnie asked.
"Well, there's gonna be a lot of people there, so... you could try to simply hook up, but it's gonna be confusing. What happens is we draw names. Girls draw boys' names, and vice versa."
"What if want to be with a woman?" Sarah asked.
"I guess that could be done too, but... if everyone's there, we'll have the same number of men as we do women."
"Oh... Okay."

It wasn't disappointment in Sarah's voice : she was simply acknowledging her understanding. Kim took over the explanation.

"So, you get assigned a partner for the evening, or at least part of it. Now, what you do with that partner - entirely up to you. Cuddling, talking, massages, sex... whatever you're into. If you find out you're not comfortable with the partner you drew - it happens - you can put the name back in the hat... or you can try to trade up."

It seemed relatively simply enough, and it didn't feel too strange. We had done random partner assignation for dares before in our games, so it really seemed only like an extension of it.

"So that's the idea for tomorrow. You all in?"

We acquiesced, and it made our hosts very happy. Kim then reached for a box she had left on the table, and opened it. We looked at it. It was an adult board game. The box read that it was a game for 'discerning couples', for 2 to 6 players. They took out the board and unfolded it. The track was shaped around a heart, and it was quite pretty. There were six icons to represent the players, two dice, and a set of what was called 'Desire Cards', favors to be performed.

"So, we'll play with the advanced rules, which means that when a Desire Card is drawn, you roll randomly the partner you're with," Brian said.
"Also, if you're game," Kim added, "we can play with the double dare, or even triple dare."
"What's that?" Sarah asked, very interested whatever it could be.
"Well, anyone who rolls a double on his movement check and lands on a Desire Spot selects not one but two people to play with."
"Ooh..." Sarah chimed, excited.
"And, double 1s and double 6s are triple dare, so the person does the Desire Card with all the people of the other sex."
"Wow! I want to play with that!" Bonnie said.
"All right."
"Also," Kim noted, "when you win a Desire Card, you keep it. You'll notice they all have an 'Intercourse' picture with an image. Get three identical and you can trade it in for - you guessed it - intercourse!"

We all examined the board. There were three dark squares, called 'Blindfold'. There was a blindfold in the box. There was also three gray squares, called 'Handcuffs'; again, we found those in the box too, plush-covered and very comfortable.

"Whoever lands on those gets either blindfolded or handcuffed - behind their back is better. They can't play until someone rolls a Desire with them, at which point, they're freed."
"One last thing," Kim added to Brian's explanation, "if during a Desire Card, you achieve climax, boy or girl, doesn't matter, you immediately become handcuffed and blindfolded. Boys, hold it in, we want to make you last..."

The rules were all laid out, and our peons were all on the board, at the entrance to the 'Tunnel of Love'. We were ready to play this game and have fun with its consequences. We randomly rolled the turn order, but it had to be boy/girl variation according to the rules. Brian would start the game.
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We were playing 'Tunnel of Love', an erotic game for discerning adults. The six of us were seated around the table, shoes off, in the summer heat. It was yet another way for us to indulge in relax in the company of each other, and we were all very much into it by then.

Brian's turn
Advancing on the board, he landed on a Desire card. The first step of any card was apparently to strip someone if they still had anything on the section he needed to access, so Brian moved and pulled Sarah's bikini top off, exposing her breasts, before grabbing them with firm hands. She then smiled at everyone while flashing us.

Bonnie's turn
Bonnie landed on an empty square, so nothing happened.

Barry's turn
A Desire card came up; Barry had to lick Kim's belly. Since she was in a bikini, it wasn't an issue. He walked across the deck, planting his tongue near her belly button, and swirled about. It obviously tickled her.

Kim's turn
Kim also rolled a Desire card; it told her to please Barry. She smirked as she scooched over to him, helping him remove his shorts. He was still wearing his swimsuit under it. Kim's hand rubbed against his crotch, and triggered the all too familiar reaction. She smiled as her hand caressed the tip.

Jim's turn
I landed on an empty square, so I handed the dice to Sarah. It was too bad, because I had rolled a double 1. Everybody sighed a little bit, but we went on with the game.

Sarah's turn
The Desire Card she got told her to hug me. Since I was topless, there was nothing to remove, so she simply wrapped her arms around my chest and squeezed; I squeezed back.

Brian's turn
Another Desire card had him tease Bonnie; he moved next to her for the activity, helping her out of her shorts to reveal her string bikini. His hand wandered in-between her legs, and we saw the smile appear on Bonnie's face as he gently teased her.

Bonnie's turn
On her second roll, a Desire card had her tease Barry. She was only happy to oblige, helping him out of his swimsuit, leaving only his t-shirt on. She grabbed his penis with both hands and played with it a for a few seconds, smiling all the way.

Barry's turn
Barry landed on the handcuffts. Kim, who was beside him, had him place his hands in his back and cuffed him. It was a silly sight, having him thus bound with his shaft sticking out from what Bonnie had just done to him.

Kim's turn
A Desire card had her caress her husband's chest; she took off his shirt and allowed her hands to glide across his hairless chest.

Jim's turn
I also got a Desire card this time; I was to caress Sarah's thights. I helped her out of her shorts, revealing a very nice bikini she had been wearing all day. I then allowed my hands to caress the outside and inside of her thighs; Sarah rolled her eyes for me as I did.

Sarah's turn
As a return favor, the Desire card told Sarah to lick my nipples. She indulged in the sensation, going so far as to gently bite them.

Brian's turn
The third Desire card had Brian tickle Bonnie; for good measure, he took off her bikini top, exposing her large jugs, and tickled around the areola. She enjoyed it immensely.

Bonnie's turn
Once again focused on Barry, Bonnie bent over and, facing his half-erect manhood, ran her tongue along its length. It was an intoxicating sight for everyone. Since she had just done a dare with him, the cuffs came off, and Barry was only too pleased to be able to play.

Barry's turn
The Desire card told him to lick Kim's breasts. This meant for Kim to remove her top, which she graciously did, offering her breasts to us, before they disappeared behind Barry's head as he licked them.

Kim's turn
She landed on an empty square, so she lost her turn.

Jim's turn
Unfortunately for me, I also landed on the handcuffs. My hands behind my back, Sarah retrieved them and placed them on me, giggling the whole time.

Sarah's turn
My bondage didn't last long, because Sarah's Desire card had her caress my stomach; without untying my hands first, she removed my shorts and then let her hands wander to the edge of my boxers. The cuffs came off after that.

Barry's turn
Obviously unable to trade in his cards for intercourse yet, Barry rolled again. The Desire Card had him hug Bonnie tight. They pressed their naked chests together tightly, wrapping their arms around one another in a very erotic embrace.

Bonnie's turn
Rolling a double two, the dare called for a double kiss : Barry and myself were chosen, in that order. Bonnie leaned into her boyfriend and traded a lengthy kiss with him; she then moved to my spot and our lips touched with intensity.

Barry's turn
Again this turn, Barry landed on empty square. He cursed his luck and passed the dice.

Kim's turn
Rolling a double 1, Kim's Desire card told her to tease every single male. She had us get up and move away from the table, facing her in a row. Brian dropped his shorts, remaining only in briefs. I dropped my boxers, exposing myself to Kim, now fully naked. Barry was already naked from the waist down. Kim's hands went to Barry and mine's, and she started rubbing her face against her husband's crotch. We all became very hard very fast, but this was only a tease. She giggled as she let us go, to return to our seats.

Jim's turn
My Desire card directed me to tease Bonnie; I pulled off her bikini bottom, getting her fully naked, then I slipped my hand gently between her legs; she moaned slightly as I gave ger a few seconds of touching.

Sarah's turn
Sarah's card combination could not be traded in for intercourse; her dice roll landed her on an empty square. She sighed as the dice were handed to Brian.

Brian's turn
With four cards in hand, Brian still can't get a combination for intercourse. When he rolls, he lands on an empty square.

Bonnie's turn
Bonnie's three cards do not combine either; she lands on the blindfold, so she picks it up and wraps it around her eyes, waiting for whatever happens next.

Barry's turn
The Desire card asks Barry to lick Kim's neck. He's only too happy to oblige, and she shivers under his attention.

Kim's turn
She also has three cards that can't be combined, so she rolls and gets a Desire Card to kiss her husband. It's no challenge as she leans in and trades saliva with him.

Jim's turn
I also get a kiss card, and it's directed at Kim. I try to imitate the kiss she just gave to her husband, and it's quite erotic to me. She seems to enjoy it as well.

Sarah's turn
No combination for intercourse for Sarah's cards; her roll nets her a Desire card where she has to please Barry. She wastes no time getting to her knees, wrapping her breasts around his penis, starting to grind him in between. Barry's face betrays his excitement, and Sarah is smiling wide. She ends it with a kiss to his tip.

Brian's turn
Another roll of the dice put Brian in handcuffs. Kim was only too pleased to do it for him.

Bonnie's turn
Since she is still blindfolded, she cannot roll. She gets ticked by Barry, who is sitting beside her as he reaches for the dice.

Barry's turn
With three cards in hand, Barry can't make a combination. He also gets assigned to the handcuffs again. Kim takes them off her husband and places them on him.

Kim's turn
Kim's Desire card directs her to please her husband, Brian. Without a word nor any hesitation, she moves to him and, wrapping her lips around his penis, starts playing with him. We see his expression shift as she does her best to please him, if only for a moment.

Jim's turn
What I hadn't told anyone yet, was that my cards matched. I showed them to the group, smiling. The suggested position was a sideways straddle, the girl on the side, her legs apart, while her partner, also on his side behind her, penetrates her. The girls were all anxious to know who I would partner with. As it happened, the randomizer fell on Sarah.

"Well, I certainly don't mind," she replied.

We got up and moved to the folding deck chair, where we would be more comfortable. I set myself to the side and she positioned herself, raising her leg to give me access to her sex. I played with myself, making sure I was hard. It wasn't an easy position to assume, although it was very popular in pornography for its ease of access to the cameraman, who could see everything involved in the penetration. We were, in essence, going to give a show to our friends.

It took me a moment to position myself and move into Sarah's pussy. I heard the moan from her lips and it made me even harder. Since I was behind her, I couldn't see our witnesses, but they could see everything of Sarah. To know that they were watching was truly thrilling, and to be with Sarah first, to have priority over her, that was a blessing to me. From this position, because my legs were against the folding chair, I couldn't very well thrust into her, but it was good for the both of us.

"What do we have here?" Brian's voice suddenly rang out.

I tried to look up from my position, and I managed to make out a head popping out of the woods, advancing towards us. It took me a moment to recognize Wendy, the girl we had met (and more) on the boat. She was wearing a two-piece bikini and sandals. I immediately stopped what I was doing, much to Sarah's dismay.

"Hey... I was enjoying that."
"We got company," Barry said.

It took me a moment but I pulled out of Sarah.

"Don't stop on my account," Wendy said.

Kim got up and walked up to her.

"Umm... the mixer isn't until tomorrow."
"I know, but I was bored at home, and we had so much fun this morning..."

No one replied for a moment, then Brian took charge.

"It's nice to see you, Wendy, but you are interrupting something."
"So I see," she replied, looking at me and Sarah.
"And you should know better than to sneak up on people."

Wendy made a pouty face. Bonnie had removed her blindfold to see what was happening, now that the game was paused, and she had also uncuffed Barry. Brian sneered at his wife.

"Okay... you want to stay, you can stay."
"I can?"
"If you do exactly what we tell you to do. Deal?"

Wendy smiled.

"Deal."
"Good. Get undressed."

She was naked in less than three seconds. Brian recovered the blindfold and cuffs, and moved to Wendy. He put the blindfold on her face, then tied her hands behind her back with the cuffs. Finally, he moved her close to the table, putting her on her knees.

"There... now you can play along..."

Somehow, it seemed to me that Wendy didn't mind at all. Everyone's gaze turned to Sarah and me, but the moment was gone. We got up from the folding chair, but Sarah kissed me mid-stand.

"This isn't over..." she mused.

I smiled back. I wondered for a moment what Brian's plan for our uninvited guest could be. Whatever it was, I was certain everyone would enjoy it.

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As we sat down to resume the game, we looked at our new guest, Wendy, blindfolded and handcuffed, naked beside the table. It was going to be interesting to see how she would play into our game.

Sarah's turn
Sarah smiled as she traded in three of her four cards. Her partner this time was determined to be Barry, and the position that was displayed was a classic doggy-style. My heart skipped a beat as I pictured it happening, but Brian intervened.

"Well, I didn't think we'd be using our proxy yet, but, ok..."
"Proxy?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah... if you're game."

Brian had picked up on exactly how to deal with Sarah.

"Essentially, if you're so inclined, she'll step in between you and Barry..."
"So what?" Barry said. "I do her?"
"Yes... and she eats out Sarah... if you want."

Barry and Sarah looked at each other and seemed to like the idea. Of course, Wendy had heard everything. She seemed pleased. Sarah got up, moved her about to all fours, raising her behind up in the air. She placed herself beside Wendy, assuming the same position. She turned to Barry.

"Do me for a bit, then do her..."
"Hang on!" Kim said.

She reached into the box and handed a condom to Barry. He quickly unwrapped it, put it on and moved behind Sarah. None of us could look away. Before diving in, Barry paused.

"Not sure how long I'm gonna last..."

With both girls offering themselves to him, Barry did not hesitate. I had seen this yesterday, and I was seeing it again. Barry pushed himself into Sarah, and she let out a hard moan. He did it for thirty seconds or so. I moved about so I could see Sarah's face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was wide open, and she was reveling in the sensation.

Barry then pulled out of her, moving to get behind Wendy and do the same to her. She yelped as he pushed himself inside her sex; she probably wasn't as stimulated as Sarah had been. Meanwhile, Sarah moved her sex to Wendy's blindfolded face, and pressed it against the girl's mouth. Wendy dove in instantly, and I remembered her telling us she preferred women. Sarah's eyes rolled in the back of her head. We watched the scene unfold. My eyes wandered to Bonnie, who was entranced by the sight of her boyfriend mounting the other woman.

Eventually, Barry slowed down.

"Fuck... I gotta stop or I'm gonna come."

He reluctantly pulled out of her, but Wendy kept at it on Sarah for a while longer. Eventually, Sarah pulled herself away for the same reason as Barry. The smell of sex was unmistakable. As Barry and Sarah returned to their seats, Wendy stayed where she was, ass up, on all fours. I was tempted to tell her to get up, but I waited for Brian to do so. He said nothing, and she didn't complain. For a moment, I wondered if she was little like Sarah's friend Bradley, or his girlfriend Brigitte. I chased the idea from my mind, as we set ourselves up to continue the game.

Brian's turn
The Desire card Brian drew told him to please Bonnie; she smiled as she spread her legs for him. He placed his mouth against her sex and began eating her up. Bonnie grabbed her breasts, indulging in all the pleasure the stimulation was giving her. Of course, Brian didn't do it for very long.

Bonnie's turn
Another Desire card got Bonnie to tease me; she moved from her spot and got on her knees in front of me, wrapping her hand, then her lips, around my shaft, as she proceeded to blow me. It was much more than a tease, but I didn't complain - even when she stopped after only ten or so seconds.

Barry's turn
A Desire Card told Barry to caress Sarah's breasts. Given what he had just done with her, this seemed tame, but seeing him grab and massage her mounds was even more erotic than I had imagined. And Sarah reveled in the attention that was given to her.

Kim's turn
Even with five cards in hand, she couldn't find a match; the Desire card told her to caress her husband's back. She moved behind him and slid her hands across his shoulder; he shivered under her touch as she massaged him.

Jim's turn
As my turn came up, having traded in all my cards, I rolled the dice. I landed on the handcuffs, but since they were taken, the result ended up as nothing. No card for me.

Sarah's turn
A Desire card for Sarah sent her to give a big hug to Brian; she pressed her chest hard against his as they cuddled erotically.

My eyes darted towards Wendy, whose behind was twitching from the position she was in. It made me want to get up and ram myself inside her pussy. I was fairly certain I wasn't the only one thinking it. As I checked visually with the rest of the group, I noticed that many hands were caressing between legs. Everyone now wanted sex very badly.

Brian's turn
A Desire card brought Brian back to Bonnie; Kim improvised a house rule that he could trade with Wendy, which he did. He needed to please her. He got and walked to her. Leaning against her pussy and ass, he started rubbing himself on the outside. Wendy moaned with glee as Brian made her squeal for a few moments. He headed back to his place, whispering to his wife.

"So horny..."

Bonnie's turn
The Desire card was to be a hug, for Brian, but Bonnie moved behind Wendy and hugged her from the back, burying her face in her sex as she did. Bonnie stepped away, smiling. Wendy was trembling.

Barry's turn
Once again, fate directed Barry towards Sarah for a tease; she leaned on her back, lifting her legs and ass up and apart. Barry set his sex against her opening, like Brian had just done with Wendy, rubbing himself against her. I was certain he was going to penetrate her, but he pulled away before that could happen.

"Fuck..." Sarah cried out. "I need another dick in me soon..."

Kim's turn
Kim was ready to trade in her cards, and the lucky man turned out to be - once again - Barry. She was to straddle him, facing him.

"Fuck," Barry said. "You know I'm going to cum..."
"If you can hold it in a little," Brian said, "you'll enjoy it."
"I'll try."

I didn't know what Brian had in mind. Barry didn't bother asking. Kim moved towards him as he sat on the edge of the armless chair. Facing him, she lowered herself onto his shaft, and it disappeared inside her.

"Fuck!"

It was all he could say as she started pumping up and down on him, her breasts in his face, fucking him with vigor. He was ready to blow but he was holding it in. Mercifully for him, Kim stopped bouncing before it was too late.

"Good soldier," she said to him.

She got off him and pulled him up, dragging him towards Wendy.

"I think Barry's earned his reward, don't you?"

We all agreed. Kim positioned Barry above Wendy, but facing us.

"Condom?" asked Bonnie.
"Wendy, are you clean?" Kim asked.
"I am," she replied. "Last checkup was before we came here, a week ago. I've used condoms every time since then."
"She's good," Kim replied.

Everyone seemed satisfied with her answer and, to be fair, no one really wanted to use the condoms. Kim grabbed Barry's cock, bending it forward and aiming it onto Wendy's pussy. The pose was strange, but I had seen it before - mostly in hentai or on girls with strap-ons. With Kim's help, Barry was able to enter Wendy again and start pumping. He went at it like a wild beast; her back was twisted from the angle but she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she goaded him on.

"Oh my God! You're so deep... fuck me... so good... mmmmm..."

Barry was ready to blow, and he did, quite forcefully, his face contorted with the pleasure as he grunted with every thrust inside Wendy. Again, my gaze went to Bonnie as she saw her boyfriend pound the girl silly. Her hand was between her legs. Barry strained himself to the limit, unable to stop until the last of his energy had been spent. Kim, who had remained beside him, helped him pull out and return to his place. Wendy remained on all fours, her behind facing us, panting.

"Damn... I'm done..."
"For now, at least," Bonnie said. "She's full of you, now..."
"That she is... oof..."

Barry sat down, and we wondered for a moment whose turn it was to play.

Jim's turn
I was disappointed when my card turned out to be simply giving a hug to Sarah; when I got the hug, however, that disappointment turned to contentment. But I wanted more... much more.

Sarah's turn
Her roll landed her on an empty square. She shrugged as she passed the dice.

Before the next turn could play, Barry picked up his five cards, and gave each of the other players one, since he would be skipping his turn. He needed a moment to recover. Neither Brian nor I minded.

Brian's turn
With seven cards in hand, there was no way for Brian not to make a match. Again, the randomizer selected Bonnie as his partner. He grabbed her hand and dragged her to Wendy. He placed Bonnie on all fours, her mouth against Wendy's wet hole, where Barry had spent himself only a few minutes before.

"Eat her out..."

Bonnie complied. As she dove into her, Brian set himself against Bonnie's own pussy and, without bending the knees, rammed his rod inside her. I knew he had done roughly the same that same morning, but to see it with my own eyes was bewildering. Wendy was moaning even more than before, and Bonnie could barely keep her focus on her as Brian pounded hard. Bonnie started to moan in turn, abandoning Wendy for a moment. As the tension was rising, Brian stopped himself. We could amost feel everyone's frustration, but Brian wanted to make it last too, and I could understand why.

The two of them slowly returned to their seats, then they realized it was still Bonnie's turn.

Bonnie's turn
The Desire card turned to Brian; it said to lick his shaft. Bonnie didn't even bother with more details; she crawled to him and wrapped her lips around it, starting to give him a blowjob. He kept his hands to his side, incredibly turned on. He had to tell Bonnie to stop or he would come too soon.

Kim's turn
As Kim was about to play her turn, she stopped and put the dice down. She looked around at me and Brian.

"I need to fuck."
"Which one?"
"Both of you."

I looked at Sarah. She gave me a gentle nod. Kim got up from her seat, walking towards me. She dropped her short dress and her bikini, which had so far stayed on. She got on all fours in front of me and simply placed my penis in her mouth. Brian moved the table back to give himself some place. He got to his knees behind his wife, and entered her without resistance. Sarah and Bonnie moved in closer, just above my face, and started kissing. It was somewhat surreal; I felt the thrusts of Brian into Kim as she proceeded to blow me; all the while, my eyes were transfixed on Sarah and Bonnie. They leaned in and kissed me.

I heard Brian's voice.

"Where do you want it?"
"In the cum-dump..."

The word threw me off. The swaying stopped, and when Sarah and Bonnie pulled away, I saw that Brian had placed himself over Wendy, in the same position as Barry, and he was pumping into her with force. We watched him drill into her with a passion until he climaxed in a very vocal tone, echoing Wendy's own moans.

"Into her," Kim said as she pulled from me.
"What?"
"Come into her..."

The request was surreal. I didn't have a chance to protest. Brian pulled out and away just as I was being pushed into place. I didn't twist like they had; I just leaned into Wendy and took her. Sarah got right behind me and started whispering in my ear.

"Fuck her, Jim... she's just a cum-slut..."

I had never heard these words from her, and I didn't know if they were helping or not, but I was hard at work inside her, prepping myself for the release. Sarah's hands were on my ass, pushing me into her, and I thought I felt another girl's hands - it was probably Kim - back there. Even Wendy got into it.

"Oh God! Jim. Fuck me. Use me! I'm just a cum-slut who needs to be filled..."

It was all too much for me, too close to pornography. I lost it, shooting into her with a slew of swear words and insults I didn't know I could utter. She was practically screaming as I spent myself in a wild orgasm that almost caused me to faint. Luckily, Sarah was there to pick me up and drag me back to my chair.

For a long moment, all I could see was Wendy's ass, still straight up in the air, where I had just climaxed. There was no reason or rhyme. It was just sex, amazing, wild, passionate, almost degenerate sex.

And I was done.
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Default A Bundle of Trials - The Lodge XVI [Jim]

I lost track of time for a moment. My mind wandered to strange notions of slavery, and I was reminded for a moment of Gorean literature.

When my awareness came back, the scene had shifted. The game had mostly been put away. Barry was resting on his back on a folding chair, while Brian was beside Wendy, checking up on her. Of course, I understood what had happened, after the fact. Wendy obviously enjoyed this kind of abuse. Brian and Kim, knowing her from previous sessions with her no doubt, had integrated her into the play. Perhaps they knew we could handle it, or perhaps it had just seemed like a good idea.

I looked around and saw that our girls were nowhere to be seen. I called out to Barry, but he barely acknowledged my presence with a wave of his hand. I decided to get up and walk towards Brian and Wendy. She was still in the same position, but her back was relaxed now, no longer tensed up. Brian was caressing it, and he invited me to do the same. I placed my hand there and gently slid it across her skin.

"It's all right, Wendy... you're fine," he said to her.

She was still trembling.

"That... w-was so... int-tense..." she stuttered.
"It's done. You had a blast."
"I came lots... and I was so full of cum..."

She looked up at him, then at me.

"Thank you so much."

I was confused. I thought she had said she preferred women. Perhaps she was confused, or perhaps, it didn't matter. I pointed towards the house and gave a questioning look to Brian.

"Yep, they're inside."
"Why?"

Brian hesitated to speak in front of Wendy, so I decided to be quiet about it. Curiosity was too much for me, however, so I got up and walked towards the house. Since Brian made no move to stop me, I strolled inside the house, entering via the kitchen. That was when I heard the familiar noises. Instinctively, I crept up towards the source, the living room, and discreetly peeked in. My eyes grew wide as I contemplated the sight of Sarah, sliding up and down on a dildo tied to a strap-on worn by Kim. It dawned on me that, while us boys had been focused on our own pleasure (and Wendy), we might have left the girls hanging. Bonnie was on the couch to the side, playing with herself with a vibrator.

My mind told me to leave them be, but everything else in me told me to keep watching. Kim and Sarah were french kissing as Kim pushed the device into her with hard thrusts. I felt a twinge between my legs as my manhood attempted to spring to the occasion, but the intense release earlier had drained me almost completely. It didn't get up so I stayed silent and immobile.

Sarah started going into a series of curse words aimed at no one in particular, and I knew the dildo was hitting its mark, and it made me want to be part of it so much. I held myself back, vanishing back into the kitchen to let them have their time together. I took in a deep breath and walked back outside.

They were at it for about an hour, and that was when I realized that, when it came right down to it, devices could outperform us anytime if they were used properly. The three girls walked back out, naked, dissheveled, stupid but content smiles on their faces. Only Kim still seemed somewhat aware of everything, but that also seemed to be fading fast. By that time, Brian had managed to ease Wendy into a relaxed state. She was almost sleeping, naked on the floor.

"And a great time was had by all," Brian commented.

No one answered. We were all so exhausted from the day. It was time to turn in. But before we did, Brian spoke to us.

"So, Wendy is going to sleep here tonight. Please let her rest until the morning."

It wasn't like any of us had energy to spend on her at this time.

"She'll be on the couch."

Brian picked her up and dragged her inside. I grabbed Sarah's arm and we headed to our room. As we entered and closed the door behind us, Sarah turned to me and smiled, kissing me gently.

"If I had the energy to fuck you now, I would... but I'm so dead..."
"You had fun?"
"A blast... insane orgasms from Bonnie and Kim and... oh..."

I helped her get to bed.

"Did you like that thing with Wendy?" she asked me.
"Don't know. I mean, yeah, I liked it because I came, but I don't think it's for me."
"I was just wondering how it would feel to be a cum-slut like that..."
"Let's talk about that another time..."
"Ok... I love you."

We hit the bed, and we were sleeping minutes in.

I dreamt that night. I dreamt of an orgy - not so far from reality. Except that it was only men, and only Sarah. And all the men were me, and I - we - took turns on her, filling her up until it started to pour out of her. I didn't like that dream and I woke up in the middle of the night, queasy. I headed to the bathroom to pee, but I passed my face in the mirror, and it was another man's face. I woke again. Now I was really confused. It took me an hour to go back to sleep.

That morning, the whole house was active before I was. They let me sleep in. Sarah got up at some point but came back to join me in bed. I didn't stir until around ten, and I was in a crabby mood. Sarah smiled at me, but she knew instantly something was up.

"What is it?"
"Nightmares..."
"Oh! Poor you..."

She gave me a kiss on the forehead, then started caressing my back.

"Mind processing stuff?"
"A lot of stuff, I think..."
"Are we good for today? We can still call it off, you know."

I smiled at her, and it wasn't really forced, just difficult to bring to the surface. My mind was still challenged by the dream.

"No. I'm good. I just... there's just so much emotion, and I get all queasy about it. I dreamt that I woke up, and I woke up again, so..."
"That's confusing."
"Yeah."
"Sex too, right?"
"Right."

She paused, looking at me.

"I dreamt I was a prisoner on a boat - pirates - and they were violating me one after the other - and I kind of liked it but not at the same time."

We stared at each other for a moment. She continued.

"I think these games have us conflicted."
"Maybe."
"They're still worth it, I think."

I smiled.

"Me too. I had fun. So much... but, it's as I said before. Too much is too much."
"All right... so, no sex until tonight?"
"Sounds right to me."

She kissed me again, wrapping her arms around me. I returned the kindness. We got dressed before exiting the room.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Barry called out to me.
"Morning. I'm good, just so everyone knows."
"Heard you ruffle in the bathroom last night," Brian said, "but when I came out you were back in your room."
"Dream-walking, I think."
"Ok."

I sat down and ate the cold pancakes that were left over. I noticed that Wendy was gone. It was for the best. In any event, I would probably see her again tonight.

"What are we doing today?" Bonnie asked.
"I think we'll save our energy," Kim answered her. "Big night, tonight."
"How many are we gonna be?" Barry inquired.

Brian did a mental headcount.

"Including us... twenty."
"Holy cow!" Sarah said. "Twenty swingers?"
"Yep."
"That's gonna be quite an orgy..." Sarah continued.

Kim laughed.

"Chances are you'll only be with one or two partners at most. Three if you're really lucky."
"Still... are they all coming here?"

Sarah's question seemed pertinent. There was hardly any room to fit twenty people on their deck. Brian smiled.

"No, we're going to someone's place. Given the number of people."
"Where?"
"Across the lake. Can't see it from her, but Leonard - our host - has quite the shack. Something like ten bedrooms."
"Nine."
"Wow. He has a castle?" Bonnie asked.
"Nope. Just a really big house..."

Kim started to laugh.

"He hosts scouting activities there. Bet they don't know what he does in his spare time..."
"He's a swinger too?" I asked.
"Yes," Kim answered. "Sort of. He lives alone. His wife passed away three years ago."
"Oh..."
"He's over it. He's sixty-five."

It came back to this : the issue of age. I saw questions abound on our girls' faces.

"What... does he look like?" Bonnie asked, afraid of how her question might be interpreted.

No one took offense.

"He's sweet. In shape. Swims and boats every day. He's lived and traveled a lot, so nothing surprises him anymore. And don't worry - you won't have to go with him if you don't want to."

Bonnie felt bad for bringing it up, but she was right to.

"Who else will be there?" Barry asked, keeping on the topic.
"Nobody you know... well, except for Dwayne and Wendy. There's Yash and Linn...."
"What kind of name is Yash?" Sarah asked.
"Indian. And she's Swedish."
"Oh."
"He's fifty-something, she's in her early twenties. He's an accountant."

Brian was trying to recall everyone. I interrupted him.

"We'll meet them tonight."
"I guess you will."
"What do we need to know about a mixer?" Bonnie asked.
"Not much, really. We head in, presentable, make friends, do a bit of conversation, introductions, platitudes."
"It's really important to do so," added Kim, "because that's how you know you'll be comfortable with someone."
"So far," Barry said, "I haven't met a girl I wouldn't like to fuck!"
"Give it time," Brian replied. "So after that's done, names are drawn and people either retire to rooms or stay in the common rooms, however they feel."
"And you said there might be more than one partner?" Sarah asked, a hint of anticipation in her voice.
"Well, that depends. If you end really early with your first partner, whatever the reason, you can always come out and see who's available. That'll be the time if you want to hook up with some of the women as well."
"Nice."

I figured all relevant questions had been asked. Bonnie came back with her initial query.

"So what are we doing today?"
"Anything you want", Kim answered.
"Okay."

For me and Sarah, anything we wanted turned out to be reading under the sun and going for a dip in the water. I lost track of everyone else in the middle of the afternoon. I was fairly certain Barry and Bonnie had gone for a walk, but I had no idea where our hosts had vanished. It didn't matter. I quietly read the novel I had brought along, in case I wanted to read before bed, and almost finished by the time supper rolled around.

The day of leisure made me feel refreshed, and I was glad to have indulged in it. After all, this was a vacation, and it certainly wasn't strictly about sex. But then again, we had come here expecting to swing and, so far, we had succeeded a few times. So it was definitely a win-win.

We ate a light meal, because we didn't want to feel full for what was to come next. Around 6:30 in the evening, the ferry boat docked onto the deck, led by Dwayne. We boarded along with the others whom he had already picked up, and we headed across the river towards the mansion of a man called Leonard, who would be the host of this swinging party.

One last romp before returning to real life, I thought to myself.
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The one thing pornographic movies rarely show is the mess. The aftermath and the clean-up. Although, nowadays, apparently, there is some pornography that caters to that fetish.

There's another thing that pornography rarely shows. Real emotion. First off, it's actors, so they're faking it all the way. Second, people rarely watch porn for the acting or, if they do, that's another fetish entirely. But emotions are important in love-making.

Is swinging love-making? Is trading in your partner for sex for one night an act of love? I doubt it. Even after doing it myself. In any event, the swinger lifestyle is different from any of the conventional norms, and there's a reason for that. It takes a special kind of attitude or breeding to really be able to experience it fully. Those who skirt on its edges, like me, often find that the experience, while pleasurable, leaves them with more questions than answers.

There were twenty of us in the large living room when the activity got under way. We had arrived by ferry onto the deck and made our way up the stairs to the mansion made of beige stone. It was a gorgeous building, fairly recent and modern, just exquisite in its design. Made of money, I said to myself as we entered.

Proper introductions were made once we got in. Women were wearing nice dresses mostly, and men were in pants or clean shorts, and all wearing shirts. Brian had lent me one, since I'd brought none along for the trip. I was overwhelmed by the mass of strangers whose names I barely heard once. I tried to keep a tally, like I did with my students in class, but I was unable to do so. Presentations went by so fast, I didn't catch everyone's name or occupation, or their relationship with one another. I stayed close to Sarah and, to my surprise, she stayed close to me. She was as intimidated as I was with the group.

Our hosts' name was Leonard. He was an older gentlemen, and he reminded me of a younger Hugh Hefner with his velvet robe. He wasn't bad looking, to be honest, for a man of sixty-five years old. He told us about the house rules : basement was off limits, as was the master bedroom. We could help ourselves to his alcohol stash in the room, but not anywhere else in the house. He had two security guards outside who would come and toss out anyone who misbehaved. Then, he got onto the sexual recommandations. There were condoms in every room. Consent needed to be obtained verbally before engaging in sexual activities. There were nine rooms available for us if we wanted, but we could also have relations in what he referred to as the playroom, which was really another living room with the couches covered with plastic.

When he was done, he told us to mingle for half an hour, then he would get the party fully underway. I ended up standing in the corner of the room with Sarah. I was surprised at how easily Bonnie and Barry slipped into the crowd and started talking to people. Sarah obviously shared my unease.

"Are we in the right place?" she asked me.
"I'm not sure..."
"This is all so... formal."

Perhaps her concern wasn't the same as mine, but it seemed we were both uneasy. The first person to come towards us was Wendy, accompanied by a young man, crew cut, stern face, whom she introduced as Patrick, her playmate.

"First timers," he said to us.
"Yeah," I answered, taking the lead.
"Breaking the ice is tough. These people are all so... stuck up."

He laughed, and it loosened the atmosphere. We introduced ourselves, our names and professions.

"I'm still at school," he said. "Gonna be a lawyer. Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"If I pass the bar..."

We talked a little bit about projects, nothing serious. He winked at me in confidence.

"Wendy tells me you done her good last night..."

I looked away, almost as if it was an accusation.

"Hey man," he said, "don't be like that. It's a good thing. She's very demanding, and you utterly satisfied her."

I noticed how he was speaking on her behalf and I was again reminded of Brad and Brigitte. I checked out Sarah and believed she was having the same reflexion.

Patrick dragged Wendy away from us. I took in a deep breath and moved forward into the room, first, to get something to drink and to speak to anyone who might intercept us. We bumped into a couple, made of an older gentleman and a young blonde. I remembered them from Brian's comment this morning. Yash and Linn. She was some sort of trophy wife, apparently. He was an accountant.

"Nice place, here. I want a place like this," Yash told us.
"Very nice. Must cost a fortune," Sarah replied.
"One and a half million. Lake property is very expensive."

Yash chatted us away about money, and his wife Linn laughed at every single comment. Their play, not to mention the topic, made us uneasy, so we excused ourselves to get some drinks. I poured myself a double rum and coke; Sarah drank a pre-mixed cocktail.

We were joined at the bar by an older couple in their early fifties, and their smile seemed more genuine. His name was Cosmo. He was a business consultant. She was a lawyer. I began to note a pattern in the professions of the people around the room.

"It sort of just happened," Cosmo said outright. "We didn't plan on swinging."
"I was having an affair," also confided Gail. "With three different men. At some point, we couldn't handle the lies anymore. It was actually our therapist who recommended swinging."
"When was that?" Sarah asked, suddenly curious.
"Oh... seven years ago, maybe?"
"Sounds about right."
"Since then, married bliss."

I was impressed that the lifestyle had worked for them. It eased my mind a little to know that, in some cases, this kind of behavior could be beneficial for couples. But I also understood that, initially, neither had married for love. It made me wonder if that had helped them with the distance needed for swinging.

We wandered to a couch and sat beside another couple. The conversation shifted to us. They introduced themselves as Alexei and Kaylynn. He was younger than me, but she was in her mid-forties. Sarah asked how they had met.

"I was an escort," he blatantly admitted.
"You were?"
"Yeah. I've always fancied older women... so... the choice was logical."
"You had sex with them?" Sarah kept inquiring.
"Well, only if they wanted. People don't pay for the sex."
"We pay for the company," Kaylynn corrected. "First time I met him, I knew he was the perfect eye candy. We're not married, but we live together. He's my... mate."

It was an interesting arrangement. She continued.

"I would never deprive him of his conquests, of course. It keeps him fresh. Plus, I found that it was nice to indulge with... a nice young man."

She looked at me while she said that, and it made twinge.

By that time, our host returned, rolling a lottery ball selector into the room. It made people smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention."

The conversation died down as our host proceeded to explain.

"The game tonight is for the ladies. They get to pick their mate - at random, of course, this is a mixer. Please ladies, file up in a row. The lottery machine will pop out a name. Now, no one reads their name until all have been distributed."

The women all got up. Sarah squeezed my hand hard as she walked forward to join the other ladies. Before getting the balls rolling, Leonard added a few information we needed to know.

"Now, as soon as you know who your partner is, you may walk up to him. I recommend talking a little bit before heading out to a side room, just in case. And remember : what happens here stays here."

I saw people silently mouthing the last piece of his speech, probably a familiar mantra to all of them. The lottery machine started hanging out balls containing names one after the other. I was really nervous to see who I would be paired with among the ten women here, but I was equally, if not more curious, as to who Sarah would end up with.

Once all the balls were assigned, the girls popped them open and checked out the names inside. I saw people starting to match up. Barry went with a woman of possibly thirty, who had come in with another woman, from what I had seen. The young man with Wendy was teamed with her, so I wondered if they would swap or keep. I saw Bonnie's face go blank as she walked towards our host, whom she had obviously picked.

My gaze went to Sarah as she walked towards a man in his mid-thirties. His name was Turko and he had come in with his wife. They were of slavic origin, but I knew little else about them. Our indian 'friend' Yash was met by Kim.

Ultimately, the other slavic woman, Katarina, walked up to me, smiling, holding my name on a slip of paper. I checked her out. She was very pretty, red hair, a light touch of make up. She was better dressed than I was. She gently bowed to me.

"Hello, Jim."

Her accent was quite thrilling. I couldn't help but look at Sarah, and I noticed she was looking back at me too. It felt good to be on the same page. I took in a deep breath. It was time to get acquainted with this woman, to see if we had some kind of connection that could to further developments.
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--- BONNIE ---
Why did it have to be me, I think to myself.

So, here I am. At the swinger party in the old man's house. And whose name do I draw? The old man's. Leonard. I sigh. He seems nice but... he's as old as my grandpa! And I'm expected to have sex with him. I guess I can always trade in - or up, in this case. Still, I don't want to be rude. So I walk up to him, politely saying hello. My mind swarms to a moment, last Spring, where I ended up giving titty fucks and blowjobs to strangers on the cruise... and it dons on me that I never got those people's ages. For all I know, some of them could have been older than Leonard. It didn't seem so, but.... I'm being prejudicial, I tell myself. Talk to him. Get to know the man.

"Hello... your name is Bonnie, right?"
"Hi. Thanks for... having us."
"It's always a pleasure to meet new people. Let me look at you."

He takes my hand and twirls me around, like a ballerina. He's stronger than he looks. Then again, we've been told he keeps in shape. I try to catch a whiff of his smell. Old people smell funny sometimes. He doesn't, not as far as I can catch. He smiles at me, and we sit on a couch.

"And what do you do for a living, Bonnie?"
"I'm a homemaker. For now, at least."
"That's nice. Do you have children?"
"Not yet. Would like some, though..."
"You're with the fellow that's sitting with Lindsey."

He points to the girl who is talking to Barry.

"Yep. That's my... boyfriend."
"Not married yet, then?"
"Not yet. Maybe not ever."
"It's true that mariage is not mandatory anymore. That's good."
"What about you?" I inquired. "Children?"
"Three, and a few grandchildren..."
"Do you stay in touch?"
"Mostly. I see them every summer and Christmas, sometimes birthdays."

I don't know why we're talking of these things, but it relaxes me. Perhaps that's why we're talking of these things. His smile is warm, non-invasive.

"What do you get out of hosting this?" I ask.

He laughs softly.

"You mean besides lovely company such as yourself?"

I blush. He goes on, without any negative emotion as he delivers a story I am certain he has told many times.

"I'm not a young man and my wife is gone. All I have left is time and money. To be honest, I'm looking for excitement. I spent my entire life working, and working... and when my wife was diagnosed with cancer, well, I quit my job, and we spent the year traveling abroad, seeing everything we wanted to see together before she passed."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It was the best time of my life. When she couldn't travel anymore, she told me to enjoy life for her, to make the most of it. You see, one of the last things we did was go on a cruise, and while we were on it, we met this young couple who were really into swinging. And, at that point, we wanted to try everything. So we did. And it was the best time of my life. It was so beautiful seeing my wife having pleasure in the arms of another."

It's strange. I was so apprehensive about the age of the man, I never stopped to think about his heart. He's kind, romantic, and he shares my passion for watching his partner have fun, apparently. I grab his hand.

"Well, I'll be honest, Leonard, I didn't want it to be you."
"Because of my age?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, it's quite all right, you can..."
"But I'm glad it is. You're sweet, and I like your smile."

I see him blush.

"Are you interested in me?" I ask him.
"Are you daft woman?" he answers, all smiles. "A blind man would be interested in you? You're gorgeous and..."
"And I have a nice rack."

He blushes again, but it's playful.

"I'm up for it if you are," I finally say, convinced
"I am... but I might have to take a blue pill."
"That's fine. We can work up to it."

I'm surprised that I lead him up.

"A private room would be better."
"Follow me, my dear."

I wrap my hand around his elbow, and he leads me out of the room.

--- BARRY ---
So, her name is Lindsey. She's of average height, slightly smaller than me, at most 130 pounds. Her hair is long, blondish more auburn. She's pretty by any standards. I introduce myself, talk about my job. She tells me she's a ballet dancer. I point to the girl she came in with, whose name is apparently Fleurette.

"She's a ballet dancer too, and my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend, so you're lesbians?"
"No, we're swingers. We room together to save money so we figured, as long as we're living in the same flat, we might as well enjoy it."
"And where do you live?"
"L.A."
"San Francisco, myself."

Lindsey points to Bonnie, who is sitting with the old man. I'm a little distraught for her, given what she was saying just this morning about him, but their conversation seems civil.

"Yep, she's with me."
"She's lucky to get Leonard. He's the kindest man here."
"He is?"
"Yeah. To be honest, most men here are about their own pleasure. Can't blame them, but I like to take my time."

I point to her partner.

"And... Fleurette?"
"She's with Alexei right now. There."

I watch them. Alexei has a certain class to himself, and Fleurette is as exquisite looking as Lindsey is.

"Alexei is also a good pick. He's an escort."
"Is he paid to be here?" I ask.
"Oh no! Day job is escort. Here, he's with his sponsor - Kaylynn."
"This is getting confusing. Let's just stick with the two of us."

She smiles, then eyes me over.

"So... you work out?"
"Not as much as I should, but yeah."
"Well, I hope you can keep up. I'm in great shape."
"So I see."

She's wearing a low-cut strapless dress and I can't wait to take it off.

"If you don't mind, maybe we could play in the common room."
"With everyone else? Sure. I don't have performance anxiety."
"That way, if we really get into it, we can also swap. I'm sure Fleurette would like you."
"I'm game if she is."

Lindsey grabs my hand.

"And you're okay about your girl with Leonard?"
"Are you okay about yours with Alexei?"

I see them them looking in our direction as I mention them.

"Fair point. Follow me."

She drags me into the other room. I see Bonnie heading up the steps, and I hope she'll be all right. Then again, last time I left her alone in a place like this, it turned out she was much more than all right, and it led to quite a finale. Of course, it may not get that intense here, but it's still nice to see her indulging.

--- SARAH ----
I'd never felt such awkwardness in an activity involving sex. To me, it was almost more than I could handle, and I didn't know why. Walking up to the front of the room, getting the ball from Leonard, then opening and finding a stranger's name inside. A mixer, they called it.

Being the daring person I am, I walked up to the man in question. Mid-thirties, graying hair, and he greeted me with an accent from somewhere in Eastern Europe.

"Hello, I am Turko."
"Hi. Sarah."

We shook hands. I was uncomfortable around him - around this place - and I still didn't get it. I shouldn't have been. I'm the most outgoing person I know. And yet... I cast a look at Jim. He was waiting for someone to come get him.

"You are lovely, Sarah. Like a flower of the desert."
"Thanks."

And he's cheesy too, I thought. Wonderful.

"What do you for a living, Turko? By the way, what's the origin of your name?"
"I'm slavic... from Romania. I work in construction business."
"Architect?"
"No. I supply materials."

I nodded politely. I needed to get a conversation going or this wouldn't lead anywhere, at least not for me. Find something you like about him, grab onto it, I told myself.

"And you?"
"Me?"
"What do you do for living?"
"I'm studying still. I want to be a kindergarten teacher."
"That's nice. Teaching kids is important job."
"Yes. It is."

Again, that awkward silence crept in. He wasn't bad looking, but he wasn't doing it for me. I checked on Jim and saw him talking to this red-haired woman. She wass beautiful, and I was more interested in her than in Turko.

"My wife," Turko said.

Of all the odds, I thought.

"What does she do for a living?"
"Stays home. Cares for the children. We have two boys."
"That's nice... she's very pretty."
"She is."
"She's with my boyfriend."
"Wonderful! Come, let's introduce."

I felt so relieved when it was Turko who proposed it. We walked towards them, and I started hoping my appearance wouldn't stress out Jim. But at that moment, I knew I needed him with me.

--- JIM ---
"Hello, Jim."

Katarina's accent was quite thrilling as she gently bowed her head to me.

"Hi..."
"Katarina."

I took in a deep breath, casting a quick look at Sarah. She was with the slavic man named Turko, and I seemed to recall that the middle-aged woman before me was standing with him earlier. Sarah was casting furtive glances at me, and I wondered what they meant.

"It's a pleasure," I said. "What brings you here?"
"Fun. My husband likes to play, so it wouln't do any good to do it behind my back."
"And you play too?"
"Of course. Though I started later than he did."

I was wondering if there was an issue of extra-marital affairs involved again, and this was the arrangement that they had come up with. The pattern seemed to be repeating itself.

"What do you for a living?" she asked me.
"I teach. Literature. English courses."
"That's good. I stay home, take care of my boys. Two of them. Want to see the pictures?"
"Sure."

Apparently, it was important to her, so I looked at the pictures on her phone. The boys were ten and seven, she told me. She put it away.

"What do you get out of this?" I asked her.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because... this is my first time here, and I want to be sure I'm... right for this place."

She smiled at me, and I wondered how much she thought I was innocent.

"I get fun... pleasant company, cute young men..."
"I see."
"Plus, it completely changes the perspective on love. I didn't marry for love."
"You're not the only one, apparently."
"I love my husband, and my children, but this is... freedom to do what I want."

I sort of understood what she meant. As I was nodding my agreement, I saw Sarah and Turko, her husband, walk up to us.

"Honey," Turko called out to her.

She turned to him, and I couldn' tell if she was happy he was joining us.

"This is Sarah. She is the boyfriend of him."

Sarah gave a slight bow to Katarina, which she returned.

"Fate is strange, huh Jim..."

She looked at me pleadingly, and I immediately understood what she wanted. I gathered my courage and spoke up.

"You know what might be nice... we could get a room, all four of us?"

I let my suggestion hang, hoping Katarina would also pick up on my hint. Turko answered first.

"I don't see why not. We're all friends, here. Honey."
"Of course. I don't mind."

I couldn't read her. Sarah grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards her. She spoke up, to everyone.

"Come on. Let's find a room."

We headed up the stairs. I noticed that while Turko and Katarina were following, they were not holding hands. This left me a little bit disturbed, but I decided to ignore the feeling. The important thing was that Sarah was well, and that she wanted me along for the ride. It wasn't the first time, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
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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.
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Sarah was holding my hand tightly as we were walking up the stairs, followed closely by Turko and Katarina, whom the mixer had paired us with. Katarina seemed like a fine person to me but, for whatever reason, I felt Sarah uneasy around Turko. She needed my presence, and I was happy to be there. We checked out rooms and selected one with a queen-sized bed. There were also two chairs in the room, one on each side. I sat in one while Turko went to the other. Sarah and Katarina moved towards the bed.

"Hi," Sarah clumsily said.

Sarah seemed drunk, but I knew she couldn't be, given what I had poured her. Katarina smiled at Sarah, caressing her cheek.

"So, why don't we start, you and me, and then the boys can join in?" Katarina asked.
"Sounds good to me."

We saw them lock lips, and I sensed that Sarah's stress subsided a little. Katarina's hand was caressing Sarah's hair, while Sarah's was on Katarina's upper back. They were gorgeous together. I glanced at Turko on the other side and he seemed to agree with me.

"Are these just kisses or is there more?" Sarah asked.
"More? You like girls too?"
"I love girls. You?"
"I am okay with girls if they are okay with me..."

Their playful banter was comical. They resumed kissing, and their hands began to wander over their bodies. They started undressing each other, exposing flesh, removing cloth. Sarah was the first in her underwear and bra, but Katarina was soon to follow. She pushed Sarah onto the bed, climbing on top of her, locking lips again. I saw Turko getting up from his chair, so I waved him down. He understood and kept waiting.

Katarina cupped Sarah's breasts, pulling the cloth aside to reveal her nipples, nibbling them gently. Sarah cast a look at me, all smiles. She did seem drunk. I was tempted to stop them and inquire, but the spectacle was too enthralling. Sarah's bra came off, and Katarina covered her breasts with kisses, while one of her hands reached between Sarah's legs, under her panties. Sarah moaned as I imagined a finger grazed the edge of her pussy.

Again, Turko looked at me, wondering if we should step in, but again I told him to wait. I wanted Sarah to get as much as she could from Katarina before we joined them. I was also waiting for her traditional cue, the quick glance in my direction that told me she wanted me close. It had not come so far.

Katarina was paying no attention to anyone but Sarah. She had lowered her head to my girlfriend's crotch and, pulling the panties away, was lusciously lapping up her sex. Sarah's stare was blank, lost in the stimulation that was being given to her. Using one finger, Katarina teased the inside of Sarah's hole. The moan was deep and prolonged.

Turko couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and started removing his pants. Not wanting to leave him alone with the two girls, I proceeded to start doing the same. Meanwhile, Katarina was giving Sarah quite a run, not leaving her in want. Sarah shook from what could only be an orgasm given by an expert mouth. By that time, Turko had taken off his underwear too and was moving closer. I moved accordingly, but I still had my underwear on, though I had also taken off my top. Katarina crawled up to Sarah and started kissing her again. Turko brought his hardening dick towards their faces. Katarina turned her head and swallowed him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. I leaned in, tilting Sarah's head towards mine, and I kissed her before plunging my eyes into hers. She seemed better, more relaxed after what Katarina had done to her. I was content. Sarah's hand reached for my crotch over my boxers.

Katarina then grabbed Sarah's head, tilting her the other way, and moved Turko's shaft towards her. She wrapped her own lips around it while her hand fondled my own package. Turko took charge, swaying his hips back and forth while Katarina held Sarah's face so she wouldn't move. Turko said something in his native language that sounded like an obscenity one would say during sex. It was Katarina who pushed Turko away, giving Sarah some room to breathe after the oral exercise.

My boxers were off. Katarina kissed Sarah, then looked at me. I crept in closer, bringing my dick closer to their faces. They both started kissing it together, taking turns wrapping their lips around it. I kept my hands behind my back to give them full control over it. Meanwhile, Turko moved about to the edge of the bed, stroking his shaft and checking out his wife's behind. He coughed to get her attention.

Still sucking on me, she lifted her ass so he could climb on the bed and get on top of her. He took no time at all ramming her from behind; she let go of my cock which Sarah proceeded to wrap me once again in her mouth. Again, I allowed her to set the pace. Turko spoke more words in his native tongue as he pushed deep in his wife's pussy.

I looked around the room and saw the pile of condoms. I went and picked up two, tossing one towards Turko. It fell on his wife's back. He ignored it, pounding into with as much force as he could muster, supported only by his feet, all the while keeping his shirt on. As I returned towards the bed, Katarina reached down, grabbing my ass, pulling me towards her so she could wrap her lips once more around my dick. Again, I indulged her, this time placing my head gently on her head for stability. I watched Sarah looking at us, and I thought I saw once more than drunken look, something unusual for her, a look I could not describe. Where was it coming from, I wondered, if only for a moment.

Eventually, Turko stopped his assault on his wife. I pointed to the condom : if he was going to do anything similar to Sarah, he was going to wear one, I insisted with my eyes. He complied with the request and proceeded to put it on. While that was happening, the two women shifted about. Sarah moved to get on all fours, her behind facing Turko's side; Kristina laid on her back, legs apart, ready to receive me. I slapped on the condom and dove in with all my energy. Kristina was beautiful, and I really wanted her, as much as I ever wanted anyone. She moaned under my care as I plunged my eyes into hers, reveling in her tightness around my shaft.

I heard a sharp moan from Sarah, so I looked in her direction. Turko was behind her, entering her. Sarah's face betrayed pain, and I had never seen that face on her before. I was too engrossed in my own penetration to act on it so I kept pounding into Katarina, whose hands reached to my ass as she pulled me in tighter.

Sarah moaned again, and it wasn't one of pleasure. Turko was taking her in sharp thrusts, and she didn't seem to like it. I was slamming so hard into Katarina that I couldn't stop : my body craved for its release, yet I knew something was off with Sarah. Eventually, she looked back and pushed Turko away and out of her. He seemed troubled as he took the step back, apologizing for whatever he had done, if anything. I wondered if had tried to take her anally. I had done that once with her, a few months ago. It had never been Sarah's favorite position.

Sarah fell to the side. Katarina finally realized that Sarah wasn't well, so she let go of my ass, which allowed me to stop pumping into her and pull out, to check on Sarah. It still took a lot of will to deny myself this pleasure.

"Are you all right?"
"I am... just... give me a minute."
"Did I hurt you?" Turko asked, apologetic.
"No, I... I just can't... not with you. It doesn't feel right. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Katarina said. "You need to be well."

Turko was, of course, irritated to be denied this, but Katarina got off the bed, going down on her knees as she started sucking him, making him forget about Sarah for the moment. Sarah looked up at me, smiling awkwardly.

"Fuck me, James."

James. She had used my full name. I helped her lie on her back, climbing on top of her. I removed the condom and positioned myself.

"Are you sure?"
"Yes..."
"Ok."

I entered her, and the moan this time was right, so I started fucking her hard, pushing everything I had inside her, giving it my best performance. Within moments, Sarah's arms were wrapped around me. She was kissing my face, my shoulders, caressing my back. Everything she did brought me closer to spending myself in her until, finally, I came. She accompanied my grunt with a wail of her own, and we climaxed, together. I collapsed on top of her, exhausted and somewhat confused despite my satisfaction.

"Are you all right?" I whispered.
"Now I am."

She kissed me passionately. I didn't pay attention when Turko finally came himself, his partner allowing him to fire his load onto her chest. I only saw the end result. But my mind was elsewhere, and I knew that Sarah's was as well. I just wondered where it was, and how I could reach it.
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It was odd coming back down the stairs, half-dressed. I was in my boxers, and Sarah had put on her panties and bra, and nothing else. Even though Turko's ambitions with her had been frustrated, he did not seem to hold it against us. Sarah was perplexed, having faced, for once, a complete lack of desire for someone. And she hadn't been able to go through with it. It was making her reflect on herself, and that could be either a good or a bad thing.

We sat on the couch, apart from everyone else, and I brought her a glass of water. She drank it in one gulp, so I got her another.

"Thanks."
"You're fine."
"Now I am, but... up there... there was no way I was letting that man fuck me. I mean, more than he had. It was a physical reaction. My body clamped up. I mean, he was in me, but I didn't want him in there, so... it hurt."
"First time for everything, I suppose."

Sarah seemed truly concerned about it, but I didn't want to press the issue. Not here, anyway. My eyes wandered about the room. At the moment, we were alone. Perhaps we had finished before everyone else. Maybe not. Maybe everyone else had just stayed where they were, with their partners and were now chatting away, like we were.

I heard movement from the other room, the place where the activities were supposedly public, so I told Sarah I'd be right back and went to take a look. I saw the scene unfolding. I spotted Kim with the accountant - she was done, at least it looked like it. He was resting on the couch and she was half-standing on the edge of the sofa.

I saw someone's ass pounding into a girl on all fours, and I realized it was Wendy, and the guy was Patrick. They were still very involved in their love-making.

I saw Barry standing not far from two lovely ladies, the lesbian couple (or something along those lines) I had heard about; there was another man, Alexei whom I had met earlier, standing apart. I could have stared a bit more (especially at Patrick and Wendy), but I was worried about Sarah so I headed back.

A moment later, I saw Barry coming over to our side, acknowledging our presence from a distance. He seemed distant, almost confused. I wondered if he shared some of the same concerns as Sarah. I felt like he wanted to talk, so I motioned him over, but he stayed where he was, looking back into the room he had just left. I shrugged it off and caressed Sarah's shoulders.

"I'm better now. Thanks."
"Good. I was honestly worried."
"I know. It's not like me to... act like this."

I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Sarah had always been so confident about sex that seeing her self-doubt was disconcerting. I just remained with her for the moment, even if she had reassured me that she was fine.We eventually saw a few people coming back, including Bonnie. She was wrapped in Leonard's bath robe, with potentially nothing under, and her face was glowing. It was obvious she had fared better than Sarah. Our host wasn't with her. Stepping down the stairs, she didn't spot Barry (as he had retreated to the other room) so she headed for us. Sarah gave her a shy smile, then got up and moved to give her a big hug.

"You look radiant, Bonnie."
"Leonard was such a gentleman..."
"So you had sex with him?"
"Yes, and it was so sweet and nice and warm... I could tell he really cared about me. We talked before, and a little after. He's resting. He is sixty-five, and I did give him quite a ride..."

All of a sudden, she smirked.

"He's still hard though. Took a blue pill."
"oh!"
"But he needs time to recover. How long do those pills last?"
"Not more than four hours, or else consult a doctor," I replied, quoting the commercial. "I don't honestly know."

Bonnie looked around.

"Where's Barry?"
"In the other room."

Bonnie sat beside us. She was looking at Sarah, guessing that something was up.

"Are you good, Sarah?"
"Yeah..."

I decided I'd let them talk, so I got up, a caring hand on Sarah's shoulder, then I walked towards the other room. I'd see what Barry was up to. As I walked in, I still saw Patrick pounding hard into Wendy. I would have imagined him done by now, or at least in another position, but neither had moved, and Wendy was only restrained in her vocal expletives because she was biting down on a cushion. Kim was gone, and I didn't know where she had gone. The two girls were huddled together, gently embraced in a relaxed position, post coitus.

I spotted Barry and, for a moment, I was surprised by the sight. He was leaning in, still naked, apparently talking to Alexei. Their face to face seemed very close, almost intimate. Curiosity got the better of me, so I actually sneaked slightly towards them, wanting to hear their conversation. Alexei was speaking as I started overhearing.

"...and there's really nothing wrong with it."
"Of course not, but... you told us preferred older women, right?"
"I do. Sometimes. It's complicated."
"So what we did back there?"
"Spur of the moment. I hope I didn't offend you."

Barry seemed to hesitate before answering.

"No... it was... to be honest, it was really hot. I just never imagined..."
"You never did it with another man?"

I was stumped for a moment and I wanted to walk away.

"Well, I have, you know... just not kissing the other man."

I was jumping to conclusions. I decided it was best to retreat before I got noticed. I returned to the other room and I saw Sarah and Bonnie locked in conversation, so I headed for the bar, and poured myself another rum and coke. Then, I looked around the room to see who was there, and perhaps to try to figure out what came next.

I eventually noticed Brian coming out a side door, so I walked over to him.

"Hey!"
"Jim. What's cooking?"
"Huh... We're done."
"Done?"
"Well, yeah, I mean we went to a room, got frisky... the usual."
"Ok. Well, if you say you're done."

I didn't understand, so I had to ask.

"Is there more?"
"There can be. Maybe not yet, I guess you have to recover..."
"I do."
"Evening's not over. You can hang around, watch some people, talk to others. It's pretty chill. People get overeager at the start, then they lounge, and then usually hook up later in the evening again. Sometimes, there's an orgy, but today doesn't feel like it."
"No, it doesn't."

My own answer surprised me, but it made sense. Besides, if there was one, I didn't feel like Sarah - nor me - was eager to participate. In truth, the time we'd had with Kim, Brian, Barry and Bonnie had felt more intense than what we had lived here.

Even the romp on the boat with Wendy (and Dwayne for Sarah and Bonnie) was a high note. Last night had been all right, until Wendy had come along, where it had gone a little too far for my tastes, and the incident between Turko and Sarah made my time here less than enjoyable, regardless of how I had felt with Katarina or the subsequent climax with Sarah. My feelings were mixed. There was no ambiguity on that.

"Well, we'll hang around. Where's your wife?"
"Bathroom. Why? You want to swing some more with her?"

His question only remained in the air for a second.

"Yeah."
"Really?"
"Well, to be honest... We're much more comfortable with you two than with anyone else."

Brian paused.

"Well, there's always tomorrow morning too."
"Yeap."

I let him go get himself something to drink and I returned to Sarah and Bonnie. I sat down. They turned their attention to me.

"Barry's on the other side still, talking.."
"Thanks."
"And, FYI, it's not done... we can chill here until we want to do a little more... if we want to do more."
"I'm game," Bonnie said, "but I really need to talk to Barry."

She got up and walked away. I looked at Sarah with a concerned look.

"What about you?"
"I feel fine now... I could go for a... better ending?"
"All right. We'll stick around, see if anything... pops."

Sarah gave me a big hug. We decided to simply hang out and wait for people to trickle in. A few did, but some remained in rooms. Bonnie and Barry disappeared somewhere, so I hung out with Sarah for a while. Eventually, we saw some more people potentially hooking up, and it seemed to me that, if anything was going to happen, we would have to make it happen.

Just as I was about to get up, I noticed our host, Leonard, coming back down the stairs. He had a different robe on, only this time, he didn't seem to wear anything under it. Just from that, I could tell the blue pill had run its course. I told Sarah to wait and moved to intercept him.

"Sir?"
"Please. Just Leonard. Your name again?"
"Jim. We came with..."
"Brian and Kim, lovely couple."
"They are."

His smile was wide, and I remembered what Bonnie had said about him. He looked older than everyone, true, but he also looked spry and very much aware. He seemed truly kind and concerned.

"Did you have fun," he asked me, "you and... Sarah?"
"It was nice but... I wondered if I could talk to you in person."
"Of course."

We moved to a small section just behind the stairs.

"Yes, Jim?"
"Was there anything else planned for tonight? I mean, we had the draw but... is there a game setup, or an activity?"
"Not really. Not tonight. Why?"
"Well, my girl and me, we run better on games. But that's fine."

He smiled at me.

"Did you have issues with your partners?"
"Noting unresolvable, no."

I was amazed at how perceptive he seemed.

"Well, I'm sorry if there were hiccups. It happens, unfortunately, in this kind of situation."
"Don't I know it."

We both laughed at our own secret experiences.

"Well, if you like games, you and Sarah... why not improvise one?"
"Could I? I mean, I don't know anyone other than my friends."
"That is true... and I'm fairly certain not everyone would play. I might."
"We'd be honored, but that still doesn't get us a game."

For a moment, our host pondered my predicament. I saw the light bulb ignite above his head, and he turned to us.

"What if... I give you a challenge?"
"A challenge... Sarah might like that."
"Well, it's quite simple... people have retreated to rooms to have fun so, stroll around the rooms, and maybe get yourself invited? Would you enjoy that?"
"Maybe. It's an idea..."
"Some people enjoy an interruption to their play... and new players are always enticing."
"All right... Maybe we will. Thank you."
"A pleasure..."

I took a step back, then turned back to him.

"Would you be interested in playing with us?"
"Not right now, no... but thank you for offering."
"Well, if Sarah's willing, and we're around later... we heard some very positive things about you from Bonnie."

I saw his eyes open wide and he accepted the flattery for what it was. I returned to Sarah, light in my step. She noticed immediately.

"What?"
"Our host... he's really down-to-earth. Bonnie's right."
"You're thinking of him? He is a bit old..."
"And I'm sure he would still be more comfortable than the other man was..."

Sarah nodded her agreement. She rose to her feet.

"So what do we do, then?"
"Well, he suggested we stroll around, peek in the rooms, and see if there's any place we'd like to be invited in."
"That sounds nice. Let's go."

Sarah grabbed my arm and, both still in our underwear, we went upstairs in search of someone - or many someones - to play with. I was feeling that my drive was back, and Sarah was obviously over her stress. Hopefully, we could work with that and leave this place with a more agreeable memory for Sarah - and me.
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The night might not have gone as expected for Sarah and me, but we were intent on challenging that fate. It was why, after some time back in the main hall, we had decided (upon recommendation by our host), to walk around the place and look in on the various couples that might be indulging in sexual activities, to see if we could include ourselves in someone's game.

Of course, that meant either peeking through unclosed doors or actually opening them, therefore drawing attention to ourselves. It was more interesting the second part. My only concern was the man we had been with previousy, the slavic Turko. We didn't mind his wife so much, but he was a turn-off. There was no doubt about him. Anyone else seemed fair game, from what I felt from Sarah. Enough time had elapsed that I felt I could get hard again, and that was, of course, a requirement, for me at least. If not, well, Sarah could at least benefit from the encounter.

There were hushed voices behind closed doors, moans, sounds of beds creaking, sounds of sex, a few curse words here and there. We were definitely going to intrude on some activities. I allowed Sarah to take the lead, because she always liked to peek in.

The first door we reached was slighly ajar, so we peeked in. The first thing we saw was a spot of red hair, and I recognized Katarina's, near the bed. Apparently, she was giving a blowjob to some man. Sarah was able to identify him as Patrick, the man who had accompanied Wendy.

"Looks like she found herself a new toy," Sarah whispered. "Good for her."
"Want in?" I asked.
"Maybe... let's look around first."

We stepped away, and headed for another room. The next door was locked, but we could definitely hear sounds of sex inside. There were no voices, so we couldn't tell who it was. Sarah tried the handle gently. It wasn't locked, so she twisted it to get the door open. I was amazed at her dexterity as she started to push the door open, until we could get a view on the bed. The first thing we saw was a male behind, who was definitely pounding into a pussy. The girl was on all fours and the man was hunched over.

Somehow, the female behind looked familiar. It was Bonnie. Sarah was able to push the door slightly back and we realized two things. First, the man riding Bonnie was Alexei, the escort; second, there was someone else in the room and Alexei was kissing that individual. I instantly knew who it was, but Sarah peeked in a little further. Her eyes betrayed her disbelief, but she said nothing as she closed the door gently.

"Oh my God! That was Barry! Face kissing that guy!"
"It was...
"And Bonnie was sucking his dick while he and Alexei were..."
"Locking lips."
"I didn't know that about Barry."
"It don't think he did either."

I told her about the partial conversation I had overheard between them. Sarah was thrilled at the revelation. We walked away so we wouldn't disturb them. It took Sarah a moment to recover from the scene.

"Wow..."

I had to admit, the scene was intensely erotic. They weren't small pecks on the lips either. They were involved liplock.

We arrived at another door which was also closed. It was also locked. We listened in, and I thought I recognized Kim's voice, scolding someone, but it seemed like roleplay, some kind of domination scenario. The man's voice was not audible.

"Should we knock?" I asked.
"Let's not. Let's check the other rooms first."

We moved away to a different door. It was only half closed. Inside the room, we saw a naked woman (she appeared older than most) who seemed to be giving a massage to a naked man under man. She was caressing his back. We couldn't tell his identity, but the woman, we recognized as Kaylynn, the woman who was with Alexei normally. I was intrigued, but Sarah motioned me away, dragging me towards another door. I figured she wanted to see it all before making her decision.

The next door on the list was closed. We listened in, and it seemed to us that there were three voices, two of which had peculiar accents. There were two men and one woman.

"Could it be Yash and his trophy wife?" Sarah asked.
"You mean Linn? Maybe."

We pondered at the notion of knocking, but waited. There really weren't that many doors left where action was happening, so we headed to the last one. The door was again slightly ajar, allowing us to peak in. We saw a woman's hair. Pushing the door slightly open further, we recognized her as Gail, the fifty-something lawyer. She was on her back and seemed to be enjoying herself, so we speculated someone was down between her legs. We waited to see if a voice was heard, but we could only hear her moans.

We stepped back and considered our options for a moment.

"Well, we could always join Bonnie and Barry," I said.
"No. That's their moment."
"Ok... which room then?"

The first room with Patrick and Katarina seemed the best bet, but we went through the list anyway. Whatever was happening with Kim seemed odd, and neither of us wanted to participate (even though we both wanted to be with Kim). Kaylynn's massage on a man was also tantalizing, but not knowing if it was Turko or not caused Sarah to hesitate. The room with two men didn't entice me at all, and Sarah again didn't know who was inside. The older lady Gail's oral massage from an unknown male was the second choice.

It occurred to me then that we had missed a few people.

"Where's Wendy?"
"I don't know... maybe downstairs."

We hazarded a guess and went back across the hall, down the steps, and we looked into the other room. True enough, she was there, but she wasn't alone. She was still clad in her leather outfit which covered nothing. She was on a couch, on her back and the two lesbian roommates had their tongues buried in her pussy. I, of course, immediately became aroused, wanting to be part of that, but I looked at Sarah to confirm. I could tell she was as eager as I was, but I also sensed that she wanted some dick. Mine could do, but she could get it anywhere.

"We can go back upstairs," I said.
"No. Wait."

I paused, looking at her.

"Don't tell me you don't want to join them!"
"Of course I do, but..."
"No dick? I got yours. Besides, I've had Barry's, I've had Dwayne's... haven't had Brian's yet much."

There was a moment of silence as we considered the question, but given our track record, there really was no other choice. We walked down the stairs and headed into the playroom, getting closer to the performance. Lindsey and Fleurette immediately noticed our approach, and they stopped the oral service on Wendy, who was able to take in a deep breath.

"Hello. I'm Fleurette."
"Lindsey."
"Jim."
"Sarah... She's Wendy."

Wendy gave a quick nod to us, still dazed from the pleasure she was being given. Both the girls' faces were at my crotch level and I noticed stares going to my boxers. The look they gave it and me brought back my arousal.

"Like what you see, I see," giggled Fleurette.
"He'd be a fool not to..." Sarah replied.

She pointed to Wendy's sex.

"Is there a room for one more in there?"
"Absolutely!" Lindsey giggled.

Sarah dropped her underwear before getting down to her knees, huddling close to the girls. She leaned in and placed her tongue on Wendy's opening. The other two girls joined in. Of course, because of the size of their heads, they had to go two by two at most. What happened was that one started going at it, while the other two started kissing, then they traded places. Sarah lifted her ass, inviting me towards it. I got down to my own knees and stared at her sex, then at those of the other two girls.

"I'm gonna need a condom," I said.

I looked around and I saw one next to the couch. I didn't take it yet. Instead, I leaned in, placing my own mouth on Sarah's pussy, and I started my own oral service on her. My neck was crooked and it wasn't very comfortable, but I wanted to do it for her. I was hearing Wendy's moans over the sounds of sex, and it was making me ready for another round. Still, I kept administering the pleasure I could to Sarah. One of my hands wandered to Fleurette's ass, just beside her. I started teasing her hole with my index. She moaned. It was already extremely wet, so I slid my finger inside Fleurette and played with her for a few seconds.

At that point, I was convinced I was going to fuck all four of them. I took a step back, lowering my boxers, and I reached for the condom.

"Who wants it first?" I asked.

There was a moment of silence which seemed to last an eternity. Sarah spoke up first.

"Start with me and work your way up."
"Done."

She wanted me inside her again, and I was not about to disappoint her. At that point, I rammed into her without restraint, forgetting to put on the condom. Then again, it was Sarah. I would have to remember to put it on for the other girls. In fact, I saw them stare at me, watching me pound into my girlfriend's pussy with fierce energy. Sarah stopped on Wendy altogether, blissfully aware of my penetration, focusing solely on it. She wanted a dick inside her and I was delivering on the promise. It was all she wanted.

"Can you fuck me without the condom?" Fleurette asked.

Her question surprised me. I kept my rhythm inside Sarah as I answered.

"But..."
"I won't get pregnant, promise."
"But STDs..."
"I'm clean. I swear."

Of course, I didn't want to put on the condom if I could avoid it. Sarah was in no mood to give me an opinion. At that moment, she would have accepted anything. I had to think about it, and that, in itself was an answer. I was considering it. Sarah was moaning hard, and I knew I had given her what she wanted. I slowed down to a crawl on her. Fleurette was next. I needed to decide what I was going to do about it.

I was horny and completely full of myself. I wanted her to be full of me too. I pulled out of Sarah, shifted sideways and, without reaching for the protection, I rammed into Fleurette. She yelped as I proceeded to pound her hard. Sarah turned her head, staring at me lovingly. I couldn't tell if she was aware of what I had done. I wasn't considering the implications. I was just happy to be inside a pussy and fucking it silly, and Fleurette was vocal for my benefit, rewarding my gesture with plenty of sounds. Looking up, I saw Sarah dive once more into Wendy, while Lindsey hungrily looked at what I was doing to her roommate. I was transported back for an instant to the beach with Kamara, Julie and the others... the next moment, I was in the hotel room with Jennifer and Prissy... So much pussy, I thought. The energy of that desire wasn't letting me go.

At this point, it didn't matter anymore. I pulled out of Fleurette and headed for my next conquest. Lindsey welcomed my shaft inside her and allowed me to do to her what I had done to the other two. Sarah and Fleurette were now kissing passionately; Lindsey was tilting her head back so she could look at me. I wanted to come so bad, but my body was denying me the release, like it had on the beach. It craved more and I was inclined to provide with as many females as I could gather.

That was when my gaze wandered to our host, who had just entered the play room. We all noticed him, but we didn't stop on his account. He sat on a chair across from us, opening his robe, revealing his sex which he started stroking. I wanted to call him over, to tell him to join us, but I was afraid he might decline.

I saw Sarah leave Wendy alone and crawl up towards him. As she did that, I swapped partners again, returning to Fleurette. I was determined that one of them would receive my offering, and both seemed eager to take it in. All the while, my eyes kept their focus on Sarah. She looked up at our host and whispered words I didn't understand. She grabbed his cock with one hand and gently stroked it. He smiled back. She pulled herself slightly up and swallowed it. I smiled.

"Fuck... I can't take this anymore..." Fleurette whimpered.

I froze in my thrusts. She was panting, almost fainting from the effort. I realized I was feeling dizzy as well. There was a glass of water near. I picked it up, drank half of it in one gulp, then handed the rest to Fleurette. She pushed me out of her sex before taking a sip. It was all right to take a breather. My eyes returned to Sarah. I saw that Leonard was reaching into his robe. He pulled out two things : a condom and a blue pill. Sarah intercepted the blue pill, telling him he didn't need it. She went back on his shaft, and I could tell he was reacting the way he should.

"I won't stay hard otherwise," he whimpered.
"You'll stay hard, I promise," Sarah answered him

As I was recovering, I saw Lindsey and Fleurette contemplating the scene. They moved to join Sarah on either side of him, smiling at our host. His face betrayed his sheer ecstasy at seeing these three lovely young women on the floor before him, servicing him. They caressed his legs, then started taking turns on his cock. Sarah turned her head towards me, then pointed to Wendy, slouched on the couch, her legs apart, inviting. I acquiesced and moved up.

"Wendy?"
"Yes..." she was still somewhat out-of-breath.
"Want more?"
"God yes!"

It didn't take more than that to motivate me. I was pounding inside her a moment later, watching her eyes roll over from my deep penetration. I wanted to make it last this time, but I was beginning to reach the last throes before release. I paced myself as best as I could, holding back without stopping. My eyes turned to Sarah. She had slipped on the condom on Leonard's cock. It was standing straight. She got up, facing me and away from him. The girls stabilized Leonard's rigidity as Sarah set herself up to slide down on him.

"Bonnie said you were sweet with her... be sweet with me."
"I will be anything you want, Sarah," he replied.

I saw the look on their faces as their sexes connected, his member disappearing entirely inside my girlfriend's opening. I only saw her sway up and down for a moment, because the two other girls moved in on their contact and started kissing their combined crotches. Our host, the oldest man here, was fucking Sarah and I couldn't wait to see the orgasm on her face. I was pounding so hard inside Wendy that I almost didn't feel it coming. It was too late to hold it in, and my groans were loud as Wendy collected my seed for the second time on this trip. I leaned into her as I finished pumping out everything, planting wet kisses on her nipples. I had wanted to last longer, but I was spent, truly this time.

As I pulled out and fell on my ass, I saw the pleasure in Sarah's face from Leonard's pushes into her. For a moment, the girls pulled away so I could contemplate his rod entering in and out of her. While that was happening, Wendy got off the couch and dropped to her knees in front of me, wrapping her lips around my cock, desperate to make it hard again. I allowed her to continue, hoping and enjoying. Sarah's eyes were fixated on me now, and we were both unable to look away from one another. Wether it was that sight or Wendy's play, I managed to stay hard after my release. Mindful not to waste it, I pushed Wendy onto her back and climbed on top of her, sliding my shaft inside her again, all the while staring at Sarah.

The sex lasted several minutes still. I was pumping into Wendy with complete disregard for anything but Sarah's eyes, and she was being fucked by Leonard, keeping her gaze fixated on me. Leonard couldn't take any more of it. Although I didn't see it, I felt Sarah's reaction as he ejaculated inside the condom, straight up. Sarah's face was pure bliss, having accepted him inside her and allowed him to completely dominate her, even if she had been on top the whole time. I wanted to come again so bad, but I couldn't, not so soon after coming already. I pulled out of Wendy and realized I had gone limp in-between.

There was no more in me. Sarah remained there, straddling his pole, satisfied, a glazed over look in her eye. She tilted her head and gave him a gentle kiss. We had definitely recovered the evening, and the look on her face was worth everything we had gone through. I could also see how Leonard felt, and it was beautiful. This gorgeous, older, generous man, had been handsomely rewarded for everything he had done, inviting us to his place and putting us in this room with so many charming people.

It wasn't long after that we found our other friends, dressed again, and left the party to head back to their place. Everyone fell asleep instantly upon their heads hitting the pillows, and dreams of sex invaded our minds. But other dreams as well made themselves known to us, although it would take some time for them to make sense.
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Default A Bundle of Trials - The Lodge XVII [Jim]

That night, I had a lot of dirty dreams. None made any sense. Some time in the night, Sarah elbowed me in the face as she was tossing and turning, moaning like she was having a bad dream. I tried to wrap my arms around her but she pushed me away. I turned around and, the next thing I knew, she was huddled against my back, seeking comfort and warmth.

I awoke before the sun and got up to pee. While I was in the bathroom, I heard feet walking about. With all we'd done, I felt comfortable walking around naked in the lodge, so I checked the source of the sound without bothering to cover myself. It was our host, Kim. She was equally naked, and apparently getting some coffee to brew. She cast a look at me as I entered. We started whispering because we didn't want to wake anyone else.

"Sleep well?" I asked.
"Not really... to be honest, tonight was not my best night."
"Oh?"

She paused, as if she forced herself to recall the events.

"Well, the people I was with... weren't... my favorites."
"I see. Sarah had a similar issue..."
"Really?"

Kim seemed concerned, so I figured I should tell her.

"The man named Turko?"

She seemed to share Sarah's opinion.

"Yeah. I ended up with him too, second time around. Did a little bondage play to get him off.. didn't let him near my pussy."
"Sarah couldn't either... what's with him?"
"I don't know. Maybe it`s us.... what about you?"
"Besides that thing with Turko - I was in the room with Turko's wife..."
"Oh..."
"We... actually is it okay to talk about it?"
"It's fine. It's just us, and we were all there."
"Well..."

Given the lousy evening she seemed to have had (Yash and Turko, if I remembered correctly), maybe it wasn't for the best to tell her about my encounter. Still...

I told her about the three girls scene with Wendy, Lindsey and Fleurette, Sarah joining in, the orgy-like sex-fest, then our host arriving, and Sarah going to him. I could tell Kim would have preferred to be there, so I added details for her benefit, to get her riled up, how I swapped from one pussy to the next, how I pounded into Wendy just like at the party the night before. I saw clear signs of arousal from her. I felt playful.

"You know, I could always reprise a portion of the night's events."

It was only half a joke. Her eyes darted to my crotch where my soldier was readying for action, then back to my face. Her gaze was cold.

"That's sweet of you, but we shouldn't."
"Why?" I asked, as sincerely as I could. "I obviously want you and you want me too..."
"Yeah.. but it's the post-swinger daze for me..."

I let it go. I certainly didn't want to cause her any more undue stress. The coffee was ready. As she poured herself a cup and handed me one, she started the conversation again.

"You said one of your previous girlfriends was also named Kim. How was she?"
"How?"
"Well... tell me about her."

The question seemed out-of-the-blue, but I couldn't tell why I shouldn't answer. I reached into my memories and attempted to recall details of our time together.

"Kim... she was my second girlfriend. We were serious, for a time at least. She was a happy person, pretty, really smart too. We wanted different things in life."
"How so?"
"Well, for starters, she didn't want to stay in San Francisco, whereas I liked it. I love it here. We broke up at the end of the next semester because, well, she moved away. We still loved each other, but I didn't want to follow and she didn't want to stay."

For whatever reason, my story made Kim smile.

"And in bed?"
"We weren't adventurous," I say, almost laughing. "The most daring time we had was..."

I stopped. I was thinking of Kim - my Kim, not the one in front of me. My host looked at me funny.

"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, just... wondering..."
"What if you'd gone with her?"
"Yeah."

She moved towards me, much closer than seemed comfortable given her earlier restraint, placing a hand on my shoulder. I could sense the warmth from her body.

"We've all been there... I had a fiancé when I was nineteen. Not Brian. His name was James. Like you."
"Ok... what happened?"

She obviously wanted to tell the story, perhaps because I had shared mine.

"He was into... stuff. Kinky. Bondage play. Public exposure. He did a stunt that landed him in jail for a night."
"Nothing serious, I hope?"
"No, just silly... at some point, I couldn't take his antics anymore. Plus, I found out that he wanted to get other girls into our bed. Almost happened once. I was honestly turned on, and I was making out with this gorgeous girl, and then I realized I'd been setup. I was so pissed."

She paused, taking a sip of coffee.

"And now, look at me! I'm probably even more perverse than he ever was."
"Don't say that, Kim," I try to console her, misunderstanding the meaning of her story. "You're a wonderful person, kind, caring, so beautiful."

She smiled, then leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. I felt my heart shake - just like when Sarah kissed me for the first time. She lowered her head, like she felt it too. Then, she nodded her head as if she was disappointed, stepping away from me.

"I should wake Brian."
"Yeah, maybe you should."

She walked away, and I was left holding the bag. Kim... Kim... Her name echoed in the back of my head. Still, something told me there would be no more partying at the lodge today. Besides, we were heading home right after lunch, back to reality.

Yeah. Back to reality. As if anything that had happened in these last few days wasn't as real as everything else. That's just wishful thinking on my part, I thought. Events like these, they have a tendency to screw with your moral fiber, and for once, I wanted things to go back to what they were. For once, I was happy with where I was, and it seemed that I could simply let go and live without consequence about what I had done - no, what we had done these last few days.

But I knew that feeling of contentment wouldn't last. Not after all this. Not after that last kiss.

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This is the final section of the first part of the storyline. Though few commented, I know people were reading (or at least perusing) thanks to the hit counter on the thread. I hope you enjoyed this new visit to the world of these characters.

There are still several stories to come, and many elements will intersect between these stories. As a treat, here's a preview of what's already planned.

Chapter 2 - THE PARTY
Prissy gets in way over her head when she attends a local frat party and doesn't consider all the consequences of her decisions.

Chapter 3 - THE PAST BELONGS TO NO ONE
Jennifer is getting ready to shoot her first porno, but personal events come challenge her on the night before the shoot.

Chapter 4 - LIAISONS
Claire and Cassie have been together for five years, but a revelation at Cassie's job will challenge their relationship and their commitment to each other and their relaxed way of life.

I hope you keep following along. There's a lot more intrigue, action and reflection to come! Feel free to drop a note and let me know if you're enjoying these trials!

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Default A Bundle of Trials - It's A Party! part I [Prissy]

And so begins the second chapter in the Bundle of Trials... I hope you enjoy.
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Blackmail. Such an ugly word. It's Scottish, you know. It's not black and it's not mail. The original word is actually 'mal', which meant agreement or speech. It was penned in the 16th century and it represented a tribute, or rent, that was paid to a Scottish chief for protection. You pay us, we protect you, from everyone, even ourselves. Extortion. It wasn't even a legal term until 1968. They called it black rent before that. Such a nast word. A bad word.

As bad as the cock that's currently ramming my cunt.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Name's Prissy. Maybe you heard of me. Princess, but I like Prissy. I don't let anyone except a few people - my lovers, generally, call me Princess. My dad's idea. To call me that, not to only get lovers to call me that. Wonder what he'd think, seeing me on all fours, hands tied to the bed post, clamps on my nipples, while a man pounds tirelessly into me to get some personal satisfaction.

But let's go back a little bit, to a few days before I became a whore. No, the word is wrong. Besides, I'm not getting paid. And for the record, this isn't rape. I'm being blackmailed, but I'm not being coerced into sex. I know. It sounds confusing. But I would never let him do this to me if I didn't want it in the first place. But it is still nasty, as is the man doing it.

Okay. Enough about the sex for now. Seriously.

As with all my crazy stories, this one started with a party to which I was NOT invited. Emphasis on the negative, not that it's ever stopped me before. A pretty girl can get in pretty much anywhere. See what I did there? Pretty girl, pretty much. And I am very much. I know it, and there's no point not flaunting it.

I have this friend, Marq. Marquis. Best friend. Fuck friend, sometimes. Not often. Sometimes, when I need a dick inside me and I can't find anyone else, I call on him. He's good with that. He's also good with finding things to do on boring evenings. Like finding out that a fraternity on campus is holding an open kegger. There'll be booze, music, hot guys, hotter girls. Because I'm into girls too. I dated this model a few weeks back, who was introduced to me during sex games. We had a blast, truly, and I cared for her a lot, but before we could really get serious, she went and did some real porn. Well, real... we got her on camera sticking a dildo in her pussy and ass, for the whole virtual world to see. Somehow, that didn't sit with me. Don't ask me why, although I'm not the one who broke it off. She asked what I thought of it, I told her I would never fuck on camera and I didn't like that she did; a day or so later, she said we weren't good together, even after all the good times we'd shared (like that threesome with that Jim fellow or that hot date where we were first introduced by Cassie and Claire).

I'm ranting again. Story. But details are fun. Anyway.

The fraternity was nothing special except that the semester was about to start. It was a Thursday, and our first classes were the next week, starting Monday, so it was a last big score. Now, I don't study at university, because I already completed college. I work as a temp for an agency, and I meet all sorts of gorgeous people. So to me, it was like any other day (and I worked on that Friday, not that I cared). But to them, it's the end of the world. So they party hard. Hard liquor, hard dancing, hard drugs (not that I'm into that shit, but some are, and I saw my share that night). To be fair, I got there at eight and I was pretty hammered by nine, with my wingman Marq by my side. I was dancing in the living room most of the time with the other girls there, being objectified by the male population checking in on us. I don't mind it much, to be honest, as long as their hands stay where they need to be (it can be on me, if I so desire, but it's my call). Now, nobody knew who I was, so Marq introduced me as his cousin. It was funny that way. He's studying computer sciences, not that it matters here. In order to keep my buzz going, I kept the alcohol flowing at a steady pace, my wingman looking out for me all the while. He was doing such a great job at it I figured I would blow some steam by blowing him off (in the sexual sense of the word), but my mind was too gone in the rhythm to act on it.

It gets to be around 10:30 before I notice that my wingman is no longer at his seat. I mind, because he's supposed to have my back. So I head away from the dance floor like a woman on a mission, and Lord! help anyone who gets in my way. I make my way through the halls of the building and, in my half-inebriated state, I attempt to figure out what happened to him. So of course, I start coming up with only the logical explanations : he's been kidnapped and is being held for ransom; or perhaps his hidden criminal past has caught up with him; maybe he's been hired by the government to track down a rogue satellite in orbit.

He's not in the other living room. He's not in the kitchen. He's not in the dining hall. There's a lot of people here. Pretty people. I end up face kissing a few of the girls as I make my way through the house. I love the effect it has on people. I get offered a drink which I gulp down, then trade saliva with the guy who offered it. I've lost count of how many lips I've touched since the beginning of the evening - not that I usually care about these things.

Marq is not on the first floor, so I head up the stairs, tumbling my way past the people huddled in the path before me. I almost fall on my face as I reach the top. I feel hands grabbing my ass - no, they're helping me up - no, they're doing both. I turn around. The jock giggles. I slap him. He laughs. I laugh too.

I make my way to the first door on the right, and I open it. No one. I head over the next, supporting myself against the wall. That last drink really hit me hard. I didn't pace myself like the others, and I was already pretty far gone, I think. I open the next door and walk in on a dream-come-true! Nudity, yes! Win!

There she is, in all her glory, being pounded hard while she sucks on a cock. Two jocks and a babe. I'm instantly turned on, and their eyes turn towards mine. And I sense their gaze peering into my soul. I need to get out or I'll be sucked into the vortex. But it's already too late. I spend the next hour being ravaged by two very energetic studs and one very vocal cheerleader (I don't actually know she's one, but she certainly feels like it). They take turns on me, then double team me. There's so much pleasure in their bodies as I get fondled every which way imaginable. It's all a blur of bodies and flesh, and I absolutely adore every moment of it. At some point, I'm not even sure how many people there are in the room. Did other partners come in, or are my three partners just smothering me?

I wake up a little later, naked, in the same bed... My head aches, and I'm fairly certain I've got bite marks all over my body. My hand wanders across the sheets and I grope a breast. My female partner in pleasure is also there, as buck naked as I am. The daze is still there, but I'm conscious enough to touch between my legs and felt the dampness and warmth. Not the way I thought this party would go. Where's Marq? Not that I regret it - it was a heck of a ride - but I hadn't planned it like that, and now, I'm going to be wondering all week about the identity of my partners. Well, at least, I can ask the gorgeous girl resting beside me. It seems like the party's still going on, so I must not have been out for so long.

As I pull the sheets off of me, I notice something odd on my skin. My belly. My arms. My legs. Words written in marker, maybe. Slut. Cum-depot. Whore. Bitch. Lady Sucks-A-Lot. That one's actually funny. I check the girl beside me. She is equally written on. Swell. Looks like people had fun with us while we were out. I place my hand on her warm shoulder, my head still in a daze. She barely stirs. She's lying on her front, so I can't really see her face. I try to twist her around; eventually, she rolls over, wrapping one arm around me. I indulge in the sensation for a moment, then observe the contours of her face. Gorgeous lips which I end up kissing. A funny-looking nose. Nice cheekbones. Warm features. She stirs from my kisses.

"Another minute..."
"Hey... Hi."

She barely opens her eyes, looks at me and appears extremely confused. For a moment, I see her mind trying to understand why she's naked in a bed with another girl, until I see the spot of realization.

"Hey..." she whimpers.
"Had fun?"
"uh-huh."
"Name's Prissy. You?"
"I'm... Nancy... Hi."

I kiss her again, then caress her short brown hair.

"Some romp, eh?" I say.

She barely acknowledges me before she lapses back into slumber. At least, I have her name now. I'm still dazed, but I don't want to sleep anymore here. I slap my cheeks a few times, then roll out of bed. I wish I could get to know her more - she's certainly a wonderful person - but I need my clothes. Where are they? I find a sock. I had a green blouse... or was it blue? No green. It's not here. None of my clothes are there. Great. I get the fuck of a lifetime and the prank of a lifetime all-in-one. Well, I certainly don't mind walking out naked, but I don't have to. I put on my one sock and grab the top sheet from the bed, and drape it around my body. Toga. It covers all the curse words on my body except for my arms. We are in a frat house, after all. There's no clock on the wall, and I don't have my watch. Or my purse. Stealing my clothes : funny. Stealing my cards : crime. I'm going to kill someone.

I walk out of the room and into a crowded hallway. I hear a scream.

"Toga!"

The rest of the crowd cheers on as they spot me. I smile coyly at them, then call out. Speaking loud makes my head hurt, but I'm pissed.

"Funny... so, anyway, someone stole my fucking purse... with my keys to my home and my ID... and if you don't want the fucking cops to come to this fucking party and raid your fucking asses, you will fucking tell me where the fuck my fucking purse and stuff is..."

Everyone is taken aback by my aggresive words. One boy - he looks like he`s barely fifteen, clearly not legal for the place - answers for the group.

"uh... some guy took it..."
"Guy I was with?"

No one's stupid here. They know I was getting fucked hard in the other room.

"No... those guys are downstairs..."
"Then who the fuck took my stuff?"

There's a long pause as everyone (or most everyone) seems to actually consider my question, but nobody seems to know. I sigh and start heading back downstairs. Nancy won't know. Some of the people start telling me they'll ask around, but I feel like an idiot, sleeping after sex like that, in a weird place, making myself vulnerable. It was hotter than hot, but now I'm paying the price for that awesome fuck. When I reach the main floor, I get a few toga calls but I ignore them. I look around the room, hoping to see Marq, but I don't. He's not there, and I'm in a toga, all fucked out, and I feel like shit. I should feel good about the sex, but the prank just made it icky.

As I head towards the living room, I see one of the guys - the black one with the curly hair - whom I was with in the room, chatting away with some chick. I get mad as I walk towards him. He spots me, and his smile dies as my eyes plunge daggers into his soul.

"Well, here's the fucker," I greet him.
"Hey... hi..."
"Yeah, so can I ask you something?"

The girl he's with is eyeing me like I'm her worst enemy, but I don't give a shit at that point.

"Yeah... sure..."
"So after you fucked me good upstairs, you and your boytoy..."
"My what?..."

The girl seems shocked, and I figure she might be his girlfriend, and he might have done it behind her back, but again, I don't care.

"Yeah, you and the other guy who fucked me and Nancy... you left us alone in that room after you were done..."
"Well, uh..."
"Yeah, we fell asleep. Still, someone stole my clothes and my purse..."

The girl punches him in the shoulder.

"Wayne? Did you fuck her?"
"Lady, take a number," I reply.
"Shut up, whore!" she replies.

I punch her in the face and she collapses, stunned. I don't break anything with my punch, but the party freezes. I stare at this Wayne character as I continue my interrogation.

"I don't care about the fuck, and it was great, but I need my fucking stuff."
"Look, lady..."
"It's Prissy. Know who you're fucking with when you fuck..."
"Yeah, well, I mean Prissy... it was still there when I... left the room."

He's fessing up in front of his girlfiend. He must really be intimidated.

"And the other dick?" I ask.
"He didn't take it... Me and Paulo left at the same time..."
"And you didn't see anyone else coming in? No one entered while we were fucking?"
"uh..."

He seems to be trying really hard, and I wish I could go easy on him, but I don't want to. All this has made me mad, and when I catch up to Marq, he'll get what's coming too.

"Well, some guy in a leather jacket walked in - like you did..."
"Describe him."
"I don't know... short hair, weird nose..."
"And then he left."
"Yeah... he said he'd come back."
"Ah fuck!"

I walk away. I want to punch everyone. I make my way towards the exit, and no one get in my way. I must look like a mess. Not the best way to make friends. No purse means no money, no home keys, no way to get inside my apartment, no phone to call a cab or a friend, and I don't know anyone's number except my mom, and I'm not calling her. Not like this. I'd rather get arrested by the police.

I walk on the lawn for a moment and I stop. I start crying. I don't cry usually, but I'm still dazed from the drinking, upset and angry, and my emotions are out of control. A girl actually comes over to check on me, and I tell her everything, how I'm just a whore and how I can't do anything right - you know, the usual. She stays with me for a while, giving me a big hug. I thank her and let her get back to the party. She did her civic duty.

Walking home it is. This is San Francisco. Walking home in a toga is no big deal. It will be a long walk, though. Two hours at least, in the middle of the night, naked under the sheets. with just one sock. Yeah. Best plan ever.

I'm barely past the gate when I see a sports car pull up in front of me. I stare at the vehicle (a convertible), then at the driver.

"Hey..." he says in a raspy voice. "Get in."
"Why?" I ask.
"I'll drive you home. Heading out, anyway."

I don't know this man. You don't take candy from strangers. Then again, you don't get fucked by random strangers at a party either. I'm disobeying all the rules today.

"Why would you drive me home?"
"Because you're in a toga..."

I don't even have the energy to argue, but I`m not riding with him.

"Bite me."

I start to walk away, but he pulls his car up alongside.

"I'll give you back your stuff..."

I freeze, and my head slowly tilts towards him.

"You have my stuff..."

My voice is ice, and I can sense he feels it.

"I'm not messing with you about that... but I couldn't resist."

He has a crooked nose.

"So... you walk in, finding a foursome going on, leave and then come back, and steal my clothes?"
"And the other girl's... but you came out first."
"Why?"
"Just get in the car and I'll tell you, and give you back your stuff..."

This is a bad idea, I tell myself. You'll end up getting raped, or kidnapped, or some other nonsense we see in Hollywood movies.

"Fine," I answer.

He unlocks and opens the passenger door and, with nothing but a sheet to cover my nudity, I sit down beside him. If you're gonna be stupid, might as well be stupid all the way.
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The things we do. For whatever reason. For daring. For stupidity. For sheer amusement. Like sitting in the passenger of a convertible with a stranger driving down the road, while you're dressed only in a bedsheet wrapped around you like a toga, because the driver in question stole your clothes, your purse and everything in it. I must be crazy.

Then again, I did just get pissed drunk at a party I wasn't invited to, and ended up in a foursome with two boys who were more than happy to fuck me hard (alongside another chick - Nancy), then leave me hanging and vulnerable. That's when mister anonymous sneaked in and stole my stuff. Which explains why I'm here, in his car.

"So..." I say, hoping for a quick answer.
"Well, uh... Princess..."
"Prissy. You don't get to use my first name, after what you did."

I see him cast a weird glance in my direction.

"Yeah, well, anyway... name's not important."
"What do you want? A blowjob? 'Cause that's as I'll go..."

My candor seems to surprise him.

"Hey, relax girl... I'm in this for the long haul."
"What are you blabbing about? Where's my stuff?"
"Well, most of it is in the trunk, and you can get them back when I stop this car."
"So stop this car."
"Easy, girl..."

I sigh even louder, to convey my frustration. He doesn't seem violent, and I don't feel like I'm about to be raped. I can fight - a few years of martial arts plus the desperation of a woman with nothing to lose. I'd go to jail before I'd let him do something to me that I don't want. I think he feels it. I continue.

"So, what will it take for you to stop this car and give me my stuff back?"
"Well, it's not your stuff you should be worried about... it's the pictures I took."
"What pictures? Me, naked in bed with another chick? Big whoop."
"Well, that... and that sexcapade you were on."

I'm angry at myself, then angry at Marq, then angry at him, then all three at the same time.

"So you took picture or video of me having sex... what do you want about it?"
"Well, I can certainly see how such items could affect your capacity to get work at your temp agency..."

I shouldn't be shocked that he went through my purse and found the reference card. He has my home address now, my phone number, everything. I'm considering doing something we'll both regret.

"Okay," I spit out, "long haul. What the fuck does that mean?"
"Well, you and me, we should, uh... go steady."
"For real? Like dating?"
"Yeah... only, I call the shots and the dates. Listen, it can be fun, and you seem like you're daring - I mean, you did get in my car in a bedsheet."

He has a point. I'm here. I suppose... I'm curious. And he's not that bad looking, except for his nose.... what am I thinking? I look at him intensely.

"Say I agree... this is the weirdest and longest pick up story ever..."
"You mean, you might agree?"
"I mean, you have my stuff, and some blackmail material, and all you want is... to date?"
"Well, maybe a bit more than that."
"Ah..."

He's still driving, and I'm still sitting, and considering my options.

"Well, if we date, what would we do?"

He seems to ponder my question as if he hasn't really given it much thought. I'm wondering how much of all this is improvised. He stays silent for a long moment.

"Well, uh... I guess... you could be my... uh... slave?"
"Slave? I'm not wearing chains!"
"No... I mean, uh..."

He really hasn't thought this through. It's almost funny. He's like a kid with a new toy and he doesn't know how it works.

"You want sex, right?"
"Well, uh..."
"Look, whatever-your-name is...."
"I'm Jake."
"Jake, ok. If by slave you mean that I'll do your bidding, I'm fine with that, as long as it doesn't involve anything illegal or dangerous, and it doesn't interfere with work."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Geez! You look like you've never done this before."

Which he hasn't, I'm almost sure. Besides, once I have my stuff back, I can always go back on my word. I don't really care about naked pictures, or even sex pictures... or do I? I remember when my last girlfriend did her porn shoot, and how mad I got at her, and suddenly, I don't care about me being caught? But it's different, I suppose. I wasn't aware I was being filmed or photographed at the time. Still, it makes me feel a little hypocritical.

"So, you'll agree to be my slave?" he asks.
"Sure. And I'll prove it. Give me an order."
"Like what?"
"I don't know... I'm your slave, you tell me!"
"uh... show me your tits."

I pull down the bedsheet and expose myself. He has pictures of them in his phone anyways.

"Holy cow!"
"Hey! Watch the road!"

He steadies the vehicle, and I pull the bedsheet back up.

"So? Do we have a deal?" I ask.
"Yeah... sure, absolutely."
"Good... so drive me home, to my apartment - you already have the address - and we'll sit down and talk about this."
"What's there to talk about?"
"A contract, silly... We'll write down the works..."
"Oh..."
"That way, you and I both know exactly what we get from this little agreement. Sounds good?"
"Yep. Sounds fine."

I sigh again, but only because I'm tired. I need a shower (I still smell of sex) and I want to get home. I'll handle this guy and then we'll see what happens. If I get on top of this (in the figurative sense, here), I may be able to get him to back off or at least, make his demands more reasonable. I hope.

The rest of the ride is uneventful. As we step out of the car, he goes and gets my stuff from his trunk. He wasn't bluffing. We make our way inside after he hands me my purse so I can get my keys. I live on the third floor, so we walk up the stairs. I live alone. It's a very small place, three rooms (although it feels more like two since there's no real separation between kitchen and living room (I often eat on the couch), plus the bedroom and bathroom. Now, I know what some of you are thinking. How can a girl who temps afford a place as cozy as this? I'll tell you at another time. As soon as I'm inside, I motion him to the couch.

"Just to prove I'm being honest here..." I start to say, before removing the toga altogether. I'm naked in front of Jake, but at least, I'm in my home, with my kitchen knives close.

Jake almost blushes. I guess my taking charge is really throwing him for a loop. I pick up the sheet and my clothes and toss everything into the hamper, then I return and sit on the couch, still naked, still exposed. Nudity is not an issue with me. I've been naked in places where I shouldn't have been, and I never got arrested from it because I was always able to talk my way out of it.

"So, Jake..."
"Yes?"
"We need to pen down the contract."

I retrieve my cell phone from my bag, and I bring up a notepad app.

"So let's make a few rules very clear. You want me to be your slave, correct?"
"Well, yeah... if... yeah sure."
"Really convincing, Jake."

I see him try to act tough.

"Yeah, you're gonna be my slave and do what I want."
"All right. But we set rules, or no deal."
"Rules. Ok. Like what?"

I pause. I wonder if I need to get him to tell me what he wants me to do (sex) or if I tell him my limits. Which option works best, I wonder. I opt for the former.

"So, you will tell me what kind of duties you expect from your slave, and I'll tell you if I'm willing to do it, or if we can negotiate around it, or if it's flat out no. Makes sense?"
"Yeah, ok..."

I get up. I have decided the cell phone app is not sufficiently formal.

"We'll put this on paper."

I walk into my bedroom and retrieve a notepad and a pen. I return and sit down in front of him. My nudity is really distracting him, I hope to my advantage. I need to take charge, otherwise he really will own me. And I must admit, the pictures have me worried a little bit, despite my earlier claim. I would hate to have to explain them, and I could, and it would be bad for him, but it might be bad for me too. If it comes to that, I'll have him thrown in jail. What he's doing is illegal, but... maybe I'm weird like that, but to be honest, I am very intrigued by the process and what it can do. Then again, given my past, it's not really surprising. I have been around the block.

"So... what do you expect from me?"
"Well, first off... you should... always be naked in front of me, like now. Or wearing something sexy."
"Sure... but only in private. In public, I wear what I want..."
"But sexy."
"Yes, but I choose."
"So sexy in public, naked alone?"
"Ok. I can do that."

I write it down as the first rule.

"What else?"
"Hmmm..."

He hesitates. I know he's thinking of sexual things, but he seems to want to impress me with his ideas. I let him cogitate for a moment, until he makes his mind.

"So... we sleep in the same bed."
"I guess... but here only. Not at your place."
"You have a large bed?"
"Yes. Don't worry."
"Ok."
"So we're agreed. I don't sleep at your place. If you sleep here, we sleep in the same bed."
"Yeah, but, what if we go to my place and you're too tired."
"Then I don't sleep in your bed... maybe on the couch, even on the floor, I don't care, but not on the bed, and not with you."
"Okay. Fine."

I make that rule number 2. I hope there aren't a hundred of these. They'll be hard to keep track.

"You make my food."
"Me. Cook? If you like noodles."
"You don't cook?"
"Look in my cupboard. Instant noodles and ready-made sauce. And fruits and vegetable. Soy milk. Eggs..."
"Uh... ok... well... no cereal or toast?"
"Gluten gives me gas. I have gluten-free noodles."
"Oh... so... about food, not possible?"
"I can cook... just no variety here. Tell you what : you want some nice food, you buy it, bring it here, or I cook at your place, whatever..."
"Yeah sure."

We hash out this third rule, and I feel I'm winning on this one, because I will have to cook, true, but it will not be out of my pocket. Two, three more rules, tops, and then I end this negotiation.

"If I get a hard-on, you must give me release."
"Like now?"

I stare at his crotch. This scene is turning him on.

"Well, yeah... I mean, once we're done with the rules."
"And I decide how, right?"
"Oh... well, a blowjob?"
"Handjob."
"Deal."

He's lucky to get even that, but I don't mind. Back in highschool, I got paid to do handjobs, twenty bucks a pop. I charged fifty for a blowjob once, but it wasn't worth it.

"I'll do it, but only if the situation is appropriate. I won't jerk you off in public, for example."
"Oh... of course."

I knew things would get sexual eventually. It had to. I know men. And handjobs are among the least bothersome sexual activity that I can think of having to do on someone. You don't even have to look.

"Anything else?" I ask, knowing this will be the last rule I let him set.
"If you get horny... no, when I tell you, you need to masturbate for me."
"So I play with myself while you watch?"
"Yeah. And I can jerk off to it, or you jerk me off while you play with yourself."

I cringe. That's a little much, given what little I know of the guy, and I know it seems weird to have reservations given what I've already agreed to, but limits are set to prevent abuse.

"I'll touch myself and you can watch, but I'm not touching you at the same time."
"Fine... but you still have to do it when I tell you."
"Only if we're not in public."
"Fine. But you use a dildo."
"Buy me one, and I'll do it."

He hesitates, but finally agrees.

"Okay. My turn for a rule, and I have only one, and this is the last thing."
"What is it?"
"You get to fuck me once."

He is surprised by my words. He didn't actually expect this one.

"But, if you do, if we have sex, i.e penis in vagina, then the slavery is done, you delete the pictures and we never see each other again."

He seems to consider the possibility, and I know it's making him uncomfortable to think about it.

"Well, I have a suggestion on that one, though..."
"Go on."
"So, I agree with it... yeah... but I know you like sex."
"I do. So?"
"Well, I don't touch you but... I can tell you to have sex with other people."
"Jake..."
"If you want... I mean, I'll point out people and... you can go with them, have your fun... If they're willing, I get to watch. I don't touch you or them. I just watch."

This seems to be a catch twenty-two.

"I get final say on if I want to sleep with that person?"
"Yeah... boy or girl..."

It's my turn to consider, but I decide to go for it.

"All right."
"But you have to say yes at least once..."
"I'll say yes if I'm in the mood, so set it up so I'm in the mood."
"Okay, yeah... makes sense."

We write down the final rules, then I review the contract and correct it, presenting him the text. He reads it and agrees. I tell him to sign it, and then I do the same.

"So tomorrow, we'll make a copy of it, and we both keep one specimen."
"I'll take a picture with my phone."
"Go ahead."

Once it's done, I put the paper aside and I stare at him. He looks at me with confused eyes.

"Well?"
"What?"
"Are you aroused or not?"

He pauses for a moment, then his eyes widen. He places a hand on his crotch. It's not very reactive. He seems disappointed. It was much harder a moment ago.

"I can get it back up."
"Of course you can, but that's not the point. Let me know when you're actually naturally aroused. I need to take a bath now. Make yourself at home, if you want."

I head for the bathroom, close and lock the door. I stare at myself in the mirror, muttering to myself under my breath.

"What the fuck are you doing Prissy?"

It's a valid question. It is like me to take chances, but it's not like me to be stupid. I'm angry at Marq... I need to call him. He probably got laid in the right way, lucky bastard. Well, he's not getting near my pussy for a few weeks at least.

The bath is nice and relaxing and, for a while, I forget my predicament, that is, until I hear a knock on the door.

"Yes?"
"Can I come in?"

I pull up from the water and reach around. The room is small enough that I don't have to phyically get out of the bath. As I open the door, I get to stare at Jake's junk, hard as can be. He's taken off his bottoms but kept his shirt and jacket, and he's eyeing me with the expected lustful stare.

"You want some?" I ask nonchalantly.
"Yeah..."

This is a great start, I tell myself. Well, I made my bed (figuratively speaking), might as well lie in it. I know someone who's going to be sleeping well after this. And I work in the morning. Fuck my life.
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Default A Bundle of Trials - It's A Party! part II [Prissy]

There are seven rules.

#0 - The slavery will not interfere with professional duties
#1 - Sexy in public, naked alone
#2 - Sleeping together : only at HER place
#3 - SHE will cook what he brings her
#4 - HIS arousal will be relieved with a handjob, unless the setting is inappropriate
#5 - SHE will climax herself on HIS command using the tool he bought for her, unless the setting is inappropriate
#6 - HE can direct HER to another partner for sex; she may decline the offer; if she accepts, HE may watch without interacting if all partners are willing
#7 - If HIM and HER have sex, the contract is off

HIM or HIS being Jake. HER or SHE being me, Prissy.

So, it was around 2AM last night when I got to bed. Minutes before, Jake was in the bathroom, blowing his load all over my chest after I gave him the best handjob money couldn't buy, because it was free. I used to get paid 20 dollars in high school for this. I should probably have included that in the contract, but then, it would be prostitution. He was, at least, really grateful and thanked me profusely. The hardest part was actually joining him in my bed after I was done with my bath. He was naked, of course, and almost already asleep. I didn't want to get in bed, but I had to get up at seven to get to work at eight-thirty.

I managed to slide under the covers, nude of course, and rest on my side of the bed. I didn't have difficulty falling asleep, but the problem arose with the morning, when my alarm beeped. Jake was huddled against my body, his arm wrapped around my chest. Not only that, but I felt his hard-on pressed against my butt cheek. The alarm had also woken him up. I hurriedly jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, still foggy from the previous night. I hit the head and tried to go to the kitchen but Jake, seemingly more awake than I was, cut me off, his naked form blocking my path.

"Jake, I have to get ready for work..."
"I know, but..."

I pushed him against the wall without a moment's notice and got down to my knees. My right hand wrapped around his hardened shaft while my left hand grabbed his testicles so I could massage them, keeping them warm.

"Fuck..."

I was jerking him off again. Boys and morning wood! I didn't look up. I just stared at the manhood which my hand was massaging. I figured I had about ten minutes to make him come if I didn't want to be late. It was something I could manage.

"Prissy... yeah... stroke my rod... you got golden hands..."
"Jake, shut up and enjoy."

His words were not doing it for me this morning. From my vantage point, I could see the time on the alarm clock in my room, and I started to count the minutes. 7:04. He wasn't even panting, or did not show any signs of release. I renewed the pressure and milked him hard. 7:05. Still nothing. I kept at it. 7:07. 7:08. He wasn't coming. 7:09. Fuck! I was going to be late.

"It's not working, Jake," I mumbled.
"Oh... it's working all right."

By that time, I had swapped hands twice, to no avail. He felt it, of course, but he wouldn't climax. I was tempted to call it off, but my pride was hurt.

"Damn it, Jake... but don't expect something like this every morning."
"w-what?"

He barely had time to stutter before I wrapped my lips around his cock and started blowing. This time, he moaned, and hard. I sensed his shaft tightening inside my mouth. I had a choice : allow him to blow his load inside my mouth or pull away and let him squirt everywhere, possibly in my face. Unfortunately for me, he enforced the choice, because his hand suddenly went to the back of my head and he started spurting in my mouth. My reaction was instantly to pull away (he wasn't holding me very strong), so the rest of it went on my face. As I spat the cum out of my mouth, I heard him grin.

"Fuck Priss... that was the bomb."
"Yeah yeah..."

I got up from the floor and headed back to the washroom to clean my face.

"Jake, make yourself useful and clean up the floor in the hall."

When I got out, I was pleased to see he had done as asked. I headed back into my bedroom to grab some clothes for the day. I wasn't gonna be late by much, if even. I told him to get dressed. He asked why.

"You're not staying here while I'm working."
"Ok."

Again, he complied. At least, he was cooperative when it really mattered. I shoved him out the door, and told him not to call or text me until after I was done, which was after five in the afternoon. His exit wasn't ceremonious, but I needed my space to collect my thoughts. As I closed the door on him, I paused, taking a long deep breath. Then, a slew of curse words spewed forth:

"Fuck you, you stupid cunt... you're such an asshole for agreeing to this shit... why the fuck would you agree to become someone's slave?"

I slapped myself hard, almost as if I was punishing myself. Despite my harsh words, I knew why I had agreed. Boredom. Sheer and utter boredom. My life was boring. I didn't have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, and I temped out my time to do filing and secretarial work. I didn't have ambition or drive. When I wasn't working, I hung out everywhere and nowhere. I infiltrated parties where I wasn't invited in order to get some thrills, and I indulged in sex because, well... it was fun. It wasn't boring. And this thing with Jake, well... he had piqued my curiosity. And it was new.

I needed to get going. I grabbed pop-tarts while finishing to put on my dress and blouse, and hurried out the door. I had missed the first bus, but there was one every ten minutes. I made it to the office just in time, crossing the city, my mind wandering to the blowjob I had given this morning. I had actually put him in my mouth - even if that wasn't part of the deal. I felt angry at myself for losing it, for being rushed into it, and for failing to uphold my own standards. That honestly didn't bode well in the long run, I told myself.

The morning was boring at work. Filing and more filing. At my break, I smoked a cigarette, borrowed from a coworker. I immediately regretted it and wondered why I had given in. In high school, I had taken up smoking, but I quit as soon as I entered college. Now, the habit was back. The frustration was clearly behind the relapse. Going back in, I slapped myself even more before returning to work.

A text message came in just before lunch. Marq. I read it.

"Am sorry. Can wii meat?"

Stupid auto-correct. Stupid Marq who let me get stupidly fucked and stupidly wrapped up in a blackmail scheme. I should blackmail him! I know all his dirty secrets. I reply :

"Feeling guilty for abandoning me?"

I wait for his answer.

"Goth a grill... girl... did not want to share..."

Because I would have obligatorily wanted to take part in a threesome. I probably would have. He adds:

"When I come back, you where gone."

I want to be mad at him.

"Well, you left me hanging, so I got into trouble. Happy?"
"What trouble!"

He can't use text messages. That needed a question mark, but I don't want to call him.

"Not important. Busy. Bye."

I want to put the phone away, but I linger. He sends a sad face emoticon. Then he sends me virtual hugs and flowers. Arrgh! I reply.

"I forgive you."
"Dinner?"
"You mean lunch, and yes, I'll meet you for lunch."

We agree on a restaurant, so when my shift breaks for noon, I race out across town to meet up with him. It takes me fifteen minutes to get there and, when I do, he hasn't arrived yet. I curse his name under my breath and get in line to order food. I have an hour.

He gets there around 12:30 and he's really apologetic now. I'm already eating, so I tell him to sit down. He can get his food later.

"I'll drive you back to work. I swear."
"You'd better. Here, have a curly fry. Now... you left me hanging."
"I'm sorry."
"I was drunk, and I lost sight of you, and I got weird."
"I... this girl, she..."
"Yeah, I know. She took you somewhere and you had sex."
"Yeah."
"Me too. I had sex."
"With a girl?"
"No. Yes... Doesn't matter. The point is, you left me hanging... you were my wingman."

I down a large piece of salad.

"You said you got into trouble...?" he asks.

Do I tell him? What do I tell him? Am I still pissed at him?

"I went looking for you, drunk as shit... and I wound up in a room where... stuff was happening."
"Oh..."
"So I joined in... I had a lovely foursome with three people I didn't know."
"You enjoyed it, at least?"
"That's not the point, Marq."

Maybe I'm talking too loud. It seems to me like people in the restaurant are listening in. Not that I care, but it means I can't talk to him about the other part. Maybe I don't want to. Maybe he doesn't deserve to know.

"I'm so sorry."
"Well, I'm still pissed at you, so no sex for us..."

He lowers his head.

"That girl you were with? Was it just a one time?"
"Yeah. I guess. Didn't even get her number."

I'm satisfied that he got dissed after the fact. It's enough revenge for me.

"I'm going to have to get you back, you know."
"Yeah. I'll drive you."

Poor thing. He didn't get to eat. It's his bloody faulty. If he'd been there on time...

The rest of the afternoon is nice and quiet. I'm a bit more relaxed now that my issue with Marq is resolved. I've practically forgotten about everything when Jake's text comes in, a little after 5pm, while I'm waiting for the bus.

"Hey slave."

We're going to instant message each other? Fine. I reply.

"I'm done for the day."
"Come cook supper my place."
"Sure. Come pick me up."
"Okay."

I give him the street corner and I go sit on the bench. Am I going to be spending all my weekend with him? Not that I had any plans, but it is somewhat disturbing. I'll have to manage some time alone, without him, if I'm going to survive this. I'll talk about it as soon as I get in his car.

It still takes him forty minutes to arrive. I climb in. The top of the convertible is closed, even though it's a sunny.

"Hello Jake."
"Prissy... sorry, slave."

He laughs at the word.

"Call me anything other than my real name."
"Done. There's food in the backseat. Picked it up on the way."
"Ah! So I have to cook with what you bought?"
"Yep."
"Fine. Drive on."
"Before we go..."
"Yes?"
"Flash me your breasts."

I indulge him, pulling my top up and unclasping my bra. In fact, I take it off and put it in my purse. He sneers at the round flesh and nipples, then starts driving off as I pull my top back down.

"So... I have to tell you about my place."
"Sure."
"I have roommates."
"Swell... you know other people are considered public, right?"
"We could argue the point but fine. For now at least."

He seems more confident than yesterday. Perhaps my acceptance has emboldened him.

"There's the three of us," he continues. "Henry is in his last year as a medical student, and he's got a girlfriend, but we rarely see her. Winston is black. He's studying electrical engineering."
"And what do you study?"
"Nothing much... just the odd class here and there."
"But what's your major?"
"I don't know. I used to do auto mechanics, but I flunked out."

Wonderful. He's a quitter. Just the kind of man I want pulling my buttons.

"So, to make this simple, we'll say you're my girl, and we're sort of dating..."
"Sort of?"
"Like modern friends, or something."
"Fine."

I've already whacked him off twice, and he's seen me naked. Modern friends it is.

"Check in the glove box."

I open it. There's a long black-ribbed dildo inside.

"The toy I bought for you."
"Thanks."

It's a little bigger than what I have at home. Men and size!

"Why don't you play with yourself while I drive..."

It's not a suggestion, not with the contract. I take the toy out of its packaging, quickly checking the instructions. It vibrates, but only one setting. Should be sufficient. I apply it against my pants as I part my legs.

"Um... without the pants?"
"You want me to take off my pants in the car?"
"No one will see."
"Just focus on the road, and don't get us killed."

I take off my shoes first, then I maneuver my butt to pull down my pants; my panties come along with it. My bottom half is exposed on his warm leather seats.

"Don't micro-manage me, Jake... let me do this my way. You want to see me orgasm, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, hear me, since you'll be focusing on the road, right?"
"Oh! yeah sure!"
"Because you know, this ends if we both die in a car crash!"
"Absolutely."

I feel like I'm managing him, but perhaps I have to. People rarely consider the full consequences of what they do, and I've been around the block more times than him. I act out but at least I'm aware of it. Mostly.

I activate the vibrating function and place the black dildo against the edges of my sex. The contact is immediately intense, much stronger than expected. Geez! At this rate, I'll be climaxing in no time. I pull up my shirt to expose my breasts. With one hand, I start kneading them. With the other I apply the dildo against my opening and let the rush drive me upward.

This is more exciting than I imagined it would be. I want this. I start moaning heavily. I decide to close my eyes, and I pray that Jake keeps his focus. I don't even need to slide the dildo inside me : the vibration alone is doing wonders for my stress.

"Make it loud," he tells me.
"Ooh... fuck... so good... wooh... oohh..."

I exaggerate the sounds for his benefit, but it still feels amazing. At least, he got me one that works on me!

"Oh! Geez! Jake... wow."

I sense the car stopping after a hard turn. I risk opening my eyes, and see we're inside a parking, between two vehicles. Jake is fumbling at his pants, trying to whip it out. The hand on my breast wanders to his crotch and, as soon as he is exposed, I grab it and start wanking him, while I keep the vibrator pressed against my labia. I'm going to come soon.

"Fuck... Jake, can I come... please?"
"Yes... Come... make me come too..."

Well, I won't be able to do both at the same time, so I decide to focus on myself first. The vibrations finally hit their mark and I climax; I hold back the screams but allow my face to twist in all of the correct ways. He's staring at it the whole time. I allow the sensation to die down between my legs before resuming my hard work on his shaft. I'm using both hands now. This is the third time so far, and I'm enjoying seeing him squirm under my care. Suddenly, he blurts out.

"Fuck... I don't want to stain my pants."

Only his cock is pulled out. If he releases, it will splatter all over his nice jeans. It seems appropriate to let it happen, but...

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" I asked.
"Can I... come into your mouth?"

I hesitate a moment.

"Fine, but I don't swallow, and you'll owe me something in return. I can refuse a future request."
"Done."
"Get a kleenex."

He's already been in my mouth that same morning. I lower myself onto it, wrapping my lips around his cock. I can't see his face, but I know what it must look like. He is getting quite a deal so far with me. I go at it for another minute, using my tongue and lips to best efficiency, until he finally releases into my mouth. It is difficult not to swallow as more and more pumps into me, but he finally spends himself, and I pull away. He hands me the kleenex and I spit out everything, saliva and cum, into it.

"I need a drink¸" I say.
"Wow... can we amend the contract so you blow me instead?"

I suppose the harm is already done, but if we change one thing in his favor, I can certainly implement my own modification.

"I accept... if you agree that I get my weekend days off."
"What?"
"I'll give you mornings, evenings and nights. But I want my lunches and afternoons."
"uh... but what about food?"
"I can prepare something in advance."

He pauses.

"So... blowjobs instead of handjobs for your afternoons?"
"And lunches."
"Okay, amended."

I see his wicked smile. I guess I should get used to the taste of his cum. It's gonna be part of my ritual now.
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