Neighborhood Sex Club

Book One

By Robert Wolf

© Copyright 2024 Robert Wolf

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1 - A Depressing Situation

MEL (MELISSA)

I lay on my back panting from the rare but wonderful exertions for sex with my husband. We’d just orgasmed. I’d flooded where we were joined with my girl juices, and he’d also filled my fuck hole with about a gallon of his white jizz - so much, that it overflowed even with him still in me. He was drenched in our juices and I was on top of him with his cock deep inside my small body - my favorite position in life. I moaned into his face after a long kiss, “Dave, how did we get in the habit of not doing this ALL the time?”

He sighed and held a breast in each of his hands toying with my prominent nipples; “Too many other demands and distractions - two kids, our work, the house, two sets of parents, two grandparents, my volunteer work with the shelter, your work with the woman’s resource center, our close friendships, and so on. I share the blame. I think the last time we fucked was over a month ago. Yeah, we've got to do something to fix this, and I’m serious. I was feeling very distant from you, but the last hour fixed that.”

What had happened that particular evening to allow time for our evening hook-up was that in a rare move, Dave’s parents had taken our two children Beth and Scott on a glamping trip for the three-day Memorial Day weekend. They left Friday afternoon and wouldn’t be back until late Monday afternoon. The memorable lovemaking with my husband took place on Friday night. I had high hopes for the rest of the weekend, too.

The next morning, I met up with my neighbors Sarah and Ashley for our usual Saturday coffee klatch. Since the morning was warm, the three of us were in short shorts, and revealing tops. I think we were exhibitionists at heart. We weren’t slutty, but we were hot. Ash had on a loose crop top on, Sarah wore a t-shirt with huge arm holes so that when she gestured, she was putting on a ‘side’ show, and I had my bra-less bazookas with my usual pointy nipples in a thin t-shirt announcing to the world that I was still horny. I also had a glow about me since Dave and I had a leisurely morning fuck.

Sarah teased, “Mel, I’m surprised Dave let you out of the house like that.”

I shook my chest a little to start the jiggling, swaying, and bouncing motions that only my boobs could make among the three of us. I had the bigger tits, by far. I informed, “Dave played with my tits before I left to come here; that’s why they’re still excited, plus I’m still in the afterglow phase of sex from last night and this morning. We don’t have the kids this weekend, so we’re almost ‘free use’ around the house all weekend. This is a first for us in over a year. We’re both in recovery mode.”

Ashley sighed, “I wish Ken would pay attention to me like that. I’m always ‘free use’ but much of the time he forgets I’m there unless there’s not food on the table or Bobby has a really poopy diaper. We are in a rut about a mile deep. Going a month or more without anything sexual happening seems normal around our house, too. I don’t like it.”

Sarah nodded, “I feel the same way. Jim has lost his mojo that drew us together ten years ago. You’ve got me thinking again about what we can do to fix him - or me - or our mutual contributions to our loss of intimacy. I admit it; I’ve been masturbating more than ever. I think I should buy stock in a battery company, but that is woefully inadequate to what I really want.”

Ashley and I nodded in agreement.

I assessed each of us. Fuck, we were all nines or tens on the looks and personality scales. Ashley Miller had beautiful shoulder length reddish brown hair, green eyes, kissable lips, a graceful neck, generous tits, and a thin body, with legs that looked as sexy as sin. She had a personality that sparkled and we knew she had a naughty streak based on what she shared with us about her fantasies and also how she teased husband Ken.

Ashley had a chain of women’s boutique clothing stores around the tri-county area, and they carried a popular line of clothing that other places couldn’t get their hands on. Her sister lived in Hong Kong, worked in the fashion industry, and had arranged for a source to be the exclusive supplier in Ash’s geography with her shops. She also did a lot of online sales in her e-store.

Sarah Dustin was also a stacked blonde, like me, with blue eyes, kissable lips. She had long hair down to nearly the crack in her ass, and always looked like she just walked off the cover of some upscale fashion magazine. She had an ass to die for, and also long sexy legs. Sarah had a Ph.D., and was an associate professor in sociology and anthropology at the nearby state university. Probably in five to seven years, she’d come up for tenure. She studied unique tribes through North America - both extinct and current.

I compared myself to my close friends. I was stacked, too, but what made me look even larger and with more pronounced breasts is that I was just five feet tall. Dave often called me The Pixie. I was one sexy as fuck Pixie, if I say so myself. Despite my magnificent breasts, about the same size as those on Sarah, I had a bubble butt to balance things out, a thin body, and toned legs.

I’d been a cheerleader in high school and college. I was so small and relatively light, that I was always the girl that got tossed twenty feet in the air or the girl at the top of the pyramid. My personality also sparkled, and I’d gone into real estate with Prestige Estate Realty, and was a successful agent dealing in mid-to-high-priced listings. I didn’t sell as often, but when I did, I made some real money.

The three of us ‘girls’ had each been married about ten years and all of us were what might be called ‘ripe’. Further, we each had two young children. My Beth and Scott were ages eight and six. We were upwardly mobile aspiring families. We were hot MYLFs.

Ashley had two children: Carolyn, age six, and one-year-old Bobby. Sarah’s kids, Chloe and Ross, were ten-year-old twins.

After a silence, Ashley teased me, “Hey, can you stay out of bed for a few hours and join us tonight for a barbecue? Sarah?” Both of us agreed.

As much as Ashley, Sarah, and I liked each other, our husbands, Ken, Jim, and Dave also got along equally great. Ken was a systems engineer for some consulting company, so he was often traveling in some professional capacity. Jim was a dentist and orthodontist with a sturdy practice in partnership with two other dentists, an oral surgeon, and several dental techs. My Dave was an investment manager, handling the portfolios for about a hundred upper-middle-class investors at an international company named Dane Cooper.

DAVE

Jim and I were keeping Ken company as he grilled some ribs. We each had a beer can in our hands. Our superficial discussion has just covered the topic of the perfect barbecue sauce to use. I was not a purist as the other two men appeared to me. I used store-bought sauces.

Ken turned to me and chuckled, “I heard you got a lot of ‘tail’ last night and earlier today?”

I rolled my eyes. “Mel is sharing bedroom secrets again, I guess.”

Jim was laughing, “I guess what makes the event noteworthy is that, like the rest of us, those events have become rare.”

I nodded. “Yeah, unfortunately. I wish someone would come up with a magic formula so we could have time alone more frequently like Mel and I this weekend.”

“We could outsource the kids or give them up for adoption,” Jim suggested with a smirk.

In the nearby pool, four children were having fun and, hopefully, tiring themselves out so they’d go to be early. The age range was almost one- to ten-years-old. The kids in the pool belonged to the Millers and Dustins. The neighborhood babysitter, Cindy, was watching all of them with instructions to tire them out, feed them, and did I mention tire them out?

I did my eyeroll thing again. “I suppose we could farm the kids out to grandparents more often.” I wondered how that would work. Mel and my parents still worked. We had a few grandparents around, but I shuddered to think what their babysitting would be like. Our two kids would ride roughshod over ours.

Jim said, “What about a second honeymoon?”

Ken shook his head, “We tried that last year. Took a cruise. Despite what we were told about the odds against it, both of us caught the Norovirus. Not much fun and a ruined week. It did bring the two of us together in a strange, but unpleasant way.”

I said, “Mel and I went off for an extra-long weekend about a year ago, but kept fielding telephone calls from her parents with questions about how to feed, care for, and manage the kids. About ten calls a day. We may as well have stayed home.”

Sarah came up, “What are you guys talking about? Sports?”

Jim shook his head, “No. Actually, we were just talking about how to spend more time with our wives, and how to put some spark back in our marriages.”

Sarah nodded and said, “Keep talking.” Gesturing at Mel and Ashley, she added, “We’ll be very supportive of any results you can achieve - singly or collectively. As of this morning, we’re working on the same problem.”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

Sarah gave me one of her bright smiles, “I’d love to have Jim to myself, especially in some romantic setting, or even if all of us adults do something together - without kids! NO KIDS! Allow me to emphasize the ‘without kids’ part of that statement.” She paused and added, “They’re little cock blockers, twat jammers, and pussy plugs. Just when Jim and I get romantic, a rare occurrence, one of them shows up with a problem regardless of time of day. Last night, Ross came into our bedroom feeling nauseous, just as we started. We never did anything. Damn.”

I speculated, “Farming them out would only be for a week or so, and then for another long time period, for instance, you’d be right back in the same state you’re in now.”

Ken tossed in, “Yeah, we need something that can shift all our relationships in a positive direction ALL at the same time and not just for one or two weeks a year. I’m still randy enough to want to do something every day. We need to redesign our lives and our families. We need a new set of rules.”

Sarah said, “I like that attitude. Let’s keep thinking about that and finding solutions.”

MEL

Sarah, Ashley, and I sipped our coffee at our usual stop, enjoying the Saturday morning break before starting errands, shopping, and the like.

Sarah said, “The guys want to be with us more, just like we want to be with them. Is there no magic cure? Who knew that having the good life - good kids, nice house, worthy jobs, and all, meant we didn’t get to have a sex life - well, rarely.”

I said, “What would be the end result of what we all want feel like?”

Ashley chuckled, “Lots of orgasms. We need to form a Sex Club dedicated to providing each female member with a shitload of orgasms on the daily basis.” We all laughed, and agreed.

I teased, “Do you care who you get those orgasms from?”

Ash grinned, “Well … Ken should be one of my major sources, but I wouldn’t mind there being others so long as he was onboard about what went on. I do not want battery generated versions except when I’m desperate. At this stage in my life, I’m not picky and I have been desperate.”

Sarah laughed and nodded, “I feel the same way.”

“I do, too,” I said. “What if we shared husbands? That’d liven up everything.”

Ashley and Sarah looked at me with curious expressions. I noted that no one reacted adversely or immediately said no.

Ash said, “Hold that thought. I had another idea that might be related.”

Sarah urged, “What? What?”

Ashley said, “A competition between our families - about sexual feats.”

Sarah and I repeated the term without understanding. “What do you mean?” I asked.

Ash spoke with a grin, “Well, we set goals for a week or two or some time period that each of us has to accomplish. We meet and have to report on our progress or show proof that we did something - like a photograph or something. Maybe the progress is something we all do together or maybe just couple by couple - and, I guess, in some instances, the couple need not be spouses.”

“Give an example,” I posed.

Ashley got a devilish grin, “For starters, let’s say that each of the six of us has to give a nude massage to their naked spouse - a serious massage, and it has to have a ‘happy ending’ - meaning an orgasm or two.”

I spoke, “Oooooh, I like the way you think. So, we come up with sexual challenges of some kind like an erotic massage. Cool.”

Sarah teased, “What if the person massaging or getting the massage wasn’t your spouse?” She giggled.

“Oooooh, even better.”

Ashley said, “Maybe that’s too radical to start, but what if, while we’re dealing with our spouse, we introduce some role play where we invoke some fantasies about being with others of us.”

Sarah and I were nodding enthusiastically.

Ashley said, “Homework! We need a list of sexy things to do.”

“By next Saturday?” I asked.

“Yes, Ashley said. “Let’s make a list and we’ll compare notes - a Sex List of all the things we could do. In the meanwhile, at Sarah’s dinner tonight, let’s psych up the guys so they want to compete on the ‘Massage Challenge’.”

I asked, “What exactly is the challenge?”

Ashley said, “Each spouse gets massaged while naked, and you keep an honest count of the orgasms. This is going for both the act of massage and the score. We pledge to be honest.”

I said, “Time period no more than three hours for each spouse, and we should finish within one week. I say that because I need to get off again real soon.”

We all nodded. If the others were like me, we all thought we had the handle on a great idea.

DAVE

I noted the three identical decorative bags on the dinner table in Jim and Sarah’s home. Our last names were on each bag: Jansons, Millers, Dustins. Also on each bag was a note that said, ‘Do not open until instructed’. The paper bags had been stapled shut.

Sarah and Jim served up a wonderful beef stew dinner at their dining room table. Our six children had already been fed at home, and were in the nearby family room watching television and playing with Legos. Their noise filtered in and often interrupted our conversation. Cindy was watching them.

As dinner ended, Ashley, who was next to me, rapped on her glass with a spoon. “Your attention, please.” Everyone turned to her.

“The assembled women have decided on a small competition that should be completed over the coming week. This is not an onerous task, but gentlemen, it is a vitally important one to your spousal relationship. You and your spouse are to give each other an erotic nude massage for up to three hours each. To assist you, in the bag in front of you that you may now open, you will each find various massage oils and edible lotions.

“Now, some special rules. Each massage should result in what is called in the adult entertainment trade, as a ‘happy ending’ - meaning an orgasm. Females are capable of multiple orgasms, so just because they have one doesn’t mean you should stop. The same is true for males, allowing for some recovery time.

“The scoring to determine the winner will consist of your combined score for the his and her massages and ending, with ten being the best ever massage in the world, and a one indicating it was at best a feeble attempt or no attempt at all. Added to that score will be the total number of orgasms achieved by the two of you during your massage time periods - one for the male and one for the female. Everyone understand?”

I asked, “Is that three hours combined or for each of us?”

“Ah, good question. That’s for each of you. Let me also add what I hope is the obvious; specifically, that you can combine the massage with some good old plain fucking or lovemaking.”

Ken, Jim, and I looked at each other and shrugged. We’d each gotten a naughty smirk on our face.

Jim asked, “What’s the prize?”

The three of the girls grinned broadly and Sarah said, “That’ll be announced a week from tonight, as well as a possible new challenge.”

I commented, “Sounds good to me. I don’t think there are any losers in this game.”

MEL

I might have guessed that Dave would take an analytical approach to the Massage Challenge, as he and the other men had agreed to call it before the end of the Saturday evening party. The next party would be at our house, too.

I watched Dave do some Internet research on Sunday morning, and then he told me he was on a mission and would be back in a few hours. He took off. I watched his route on Find My Friends app, and he headed south, towards the City of Venice, but stopped at the Walmart before that. He was in the store about a half-hour, and then went to what I determined was the local vitamin and nutrition shop. He headed home after that, and I met him at the door. The children were racing around the front yard, in any case, and I’d been watching them while trying to study new real estate listings on my iPad.

Dave smiled at me. He said, “I picked up some things to give us a slight edge in the Massage Challenge. You can’t tell our friends about them until they’re here on Saturday. Lastly, don’t plan anything for late this afternoon.”

I agreed, wondering if we were going to have a massage session. I wondered what we’d do with the kids. That wouldn’t work at all.

Dave then unloaded a brand-new massage table from the back of his SUV. He also had a box with about ten bottles of supplements in it. I asked about those.

“Oh, the supplements are for each of us to take. They do various things, such as enhance your orgasm when you have one, help you have one, make you horny so you want lots of them, help me generate more semen quicker, and also in my case, provide the ability to have more ejaculations closer together.”

“How much did you spend on all this stuff?” I asked.

“About six-hundred dollars. The table was a hundred-eighty, and the rest went for the chemicals. Last, you have a paid-for appointment for a massage at a reputable place named Essence Spa at three o’clock. You are to memorize what a great and non-sexual massage is like and bring home that knowledge for us to share.”

I shook my head, “I hope all this preparation works for us. I guess that I’m as competitive as you are. We’re out to win this thing, right?”

Dave grinned at me. We were thinking alike. I grinned back.

Dave and I started taking all those pills that day at lunch. I didn’t feel any different. We set up the massage table in our bedroom. It took up a lot of space, but I figured it was only for a week or so. I moved a catch-all chair into our guest room. The kids wondered what the padded table was for, and I gave them the PG explanation about exercise and sore muscles.

Essence Spa was a new experience for me from the moment I walked in the door. I met a pretty older woman named Vilma. She was from Svorsk in Sweden, and massage therapy was her lifetime specialty. She wore a white lab coat that gave her an air of authority and instilled confidence that I would have a nice experience.

Vilma led me to the massage room, which was dimly lit, laced with tropical plants, had the aroma of jasmine to it, and was graced with some ethereal music that was obviously geared toward my total relaxation. She explained this to me and indicated that I should strip down to the point I was still comfortable, and then lie on the table. She left the room. I figured, in for a penny, in for a pound; I got naked and lay face down on the table with my face peeking through a cushioned circular extension to the table. Our new table had one, too. I noted that the table was warm, as though it had been out in the sun.

Vilma returned after I’d psyched myself into the aromas and music. I expected that I’d fall asleep, since everything was so peaceful. I was not missing our usual hectic Sunday afternoon. She covered my naked ass with a warm towel.

Vilma asked, “In a full body massage, I usually touch around your glutes or butt, your upper thighs right up to your labia, and your breasts. If you don’t want me touching you in any of those places or any place else, now is the time to tell me.” She smiled benignly at me.

I said, “The full treatment please. Don’t hold back. I need everything that you’re willing to give.”

Vilma had some warm oils nearby on a cart. She gently ran her hands over my entire back from ankles to my neck. She commented in her deep voice that I seemed tense. She told me to focus on the music with my eyes closed.

She started on my feet. I am highly ticklish, but she seemed to know that and used a strong touch so I didn’t jerk away. Actually, she started on my toes, and the untouched areas between each one. She continued at a slow pace, working up to my knees on each leg.

Next, she worked on my fingers, working around my wedding and engagement ring, and then moving into my entire hand and then the tendons in my wrist and up to my elbow. She returned to my legs, working on the backs of my thighs, and I was in heaven. I’d only had one other massage on our honeymoon, and that was long forgotten except for a favorable memory that something good had happened ‘back then’. Vilma had only just started, and I was already thinking of doing this on a daily basis. I felt so relaxed. I was also getting turned on just thinking about everything and the challenge.

Vilma did do my butt, even putting pressure on the area around my anus, but never in a way where I thought it was sexual. Her work on my back and shoulders deserved a medal. She found knots that had probably been there for years.

I turned over, and she worked on my feet and ankles again, moving right up to my upper thighs. She then worked my head - forehead, cheeks, temples, jaw, nose, and neck. She did my scalp and around my ears. Wow! I’d never had anybody do something like this. She then worked my entire arms, this time from the front. That segued into working across my upper chest, and then each breast.

I was really aroused by then. I was sure she could smell my emissions. My nipples, which she brought to a highly erect state got pinched and even pulled as part of her ministrations. Then she moved to my mid-section, and then to my hips, upper thighs, and then along my groin and the inner area adjacent to my labia. My legs were spread wide, and I certainly had no secrets from Vilma. I even wondered what a male masseur would do at that point. I’d probably get fucked royally. This was tremendous. I wondered whether Vilma was gay.

Every muscle in my body had been touched and relaxed by Vilma. I was in love. I was highly aroused, too. I’d kept thinking about how I could do this to Dave, and how he could do this to me, and then I think I fell asleep or I just zoned out to some other universe.

When I came to, I was covered in a large warm towel. I wondered how long I’d been out. I sat up and Vilma appeared. She smiled, “You okay. Ready to stand-up?”

“I slept,” I said.

She nodded, “It’s normal. You only napped for about ten minutes. How do you feel?”

“Like I just had the best experience in my life and a full-night’s rest. Thank you. That was truly wonderful.”

She suggested a warm shower when I got home, and indicated I should dress. I did and then left the Spa after leaving a hefty tip for Vilma. Dave had paid for the ninety-minute session.

Dave had a tight rein on things at home. The kids had an intense swim session, both been bathed, and then tired out by games requiring lots of physical effort. He’d just prepared their dinner and had set them up to eat in front of the TV set. He reinforced the idea of a warm shower, so I went to our bedroom suite and did just that. I even masturbated despite the promise of what was to come.

My loving husband had also fixed our dinners. When I came back to the kitchen, he had the kitchen table set up, even with a table cloth and a romantic candle. From there we could keep an eye on the kids, yet talk.

I gave him a rundown of the complete massage and my feelings and thoughts as Vilma had worked her magic on me. I told him about wondering what a male masseur would have done to me, and he agreed that I was a very hot MILF that would be sexually irresistible to any male. He told me that included him, and that he had great plans for our ‘contest’ entry.

Except for talking about the massages, this was the first in months and months of us talking about anything sexual. Dave wove a wonderful story for me about what a male masseur would od to me. My whole pussy area flushed with liquid excitement.

Dave had also arranged with his parents to take the kids the next weekend from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning. Friday evening would be our final evening for the Massage Competition. He expected that we’d do the other part of the event either Wednesday or Thursday after Beth and Scott were in bed. One night focused on me, and one night on him.

Our discussion shifted to what techniques and tools could elicit the most orgasms from me. We’d long ago established that I was multi-orgasmic. We’d just fallen into the ‘marriage rut’ where all the other things a family does squeezes away the sexual part of the union. I just had to put a ‘dig’ in there for both of us, “Well, this’ll mean we’re having sex more than just once this month.”

We both rolled our eyes. It was painful to realize the state we’d fallen into. I knew from Ashley and Sarah that we weren’t the only ones. Our discussion talked about how to shift our use of time to allow us more ‘us’ time.

Sarah did remind me in a text that I was to contribute to the list of sexual things a person or couple could do. She shared a couple of hers as examples: gangbang, go commando all week, and play as a submissive.

Right then I started my own list, just thinking about some of the things that Dave and I had done … years earlier, even before we got married. Just in thinking back to some of those things, I got horny.

Dave came in the room from putting Beth and Scott to bed. He had a knack for quieting them, and even sharing some important learning point about life with them in some sort of moralistic bedtime story, similar to Aesop’s fables. We both wanted our children to be critical thinkers and not just followers of the latest fad or politician or minister with a tambourine.

I told Dave about making a list, and he tossed out a few ideas that made the list, too. The one that made me laugh the most was making love in a laundromat. Little did I know how that particular challenge would come back to haunt me.

Chapter 2 - Flirting

MEL

Saturday morning, I walked kind of gingerly to the counter to get my coffee and then join Ashley and Sarah for our Girls’ Coffee Club. They were both watching me. As I got to the table, Ash asked, “What’s wrong with you? You’re walking funny.”

I nodded. “Last night was my night in the Massage Challenge. Suffice it to say, I’m suffering today as a result - but in the best of ways.”

Ash and Sarah looked at each other. They both said, “Oh, shit. I bet that we aren’t winners when we compare numbers tonight.”

I just forced a smile and slowly sat down. My ass was really sore.

After catching up on other parts of our family life and work week, Ashley and I gave Sarah our written list of ‘sexual things to try - most as a challenge of some kind. Sarah read through both lists and smiled. She said, “This is making me wet, thinking of all the things we could do.”

I asked, “So, what do we do with them?”

Sarah looked up from reading the pages in her hand and said, “Well, I’m thinking that we keep up the idea of challenges or something akin for everything on our master list.”

Ashley said, “But … well … some of mine were ideas I got from watching porn. They involve sex with other people not my husband - like a threesome or a one-night stand.”

Sarah shrugged and then got an evil grin; “So?”

Ash turned to me, “Are you okay with something like that?”

I barely needed to think, “If the situation is right, and if Dave wouldn’t divorce me, yeah. I used to love variety in my sex partners.”

Sarah said, “Some of my ideas are like that. I even got suggestions from Jim, and a couple of his involved more than two people. Two people don’t qualify as a gangbang in my book.”

Ash asked, “What else?”

“He wanted a MFMFMF daisy chain and even a bukkake for his wife - me. I put it on the list, but I’ll have to psych myself up for either of those.”

Ash panted out, “Holy shit. You’re serious, right?”

Sarah nodded, and so did I. I said, “I had a gangbang on mine, too, as well as an orgy. I didn’t say how many people were involved in either, however. You seem to have been more creative. I’ll keep thinking. Seeing these other ideas broadens the scope of my thinking. I’m sure I’ll have additions.”

Ash admitted, “Ken suggested a wife swap. I was shocked about his thinking, but that’s on my list. I’d have to get really sauced to do that.”

I asked, “Even if it was just Dave or Jim?”

Ashley paled. “Oh, in just our own little social group? Maybe not. I love your husbands.”

I said, “Think about it. We all really like each other and each other’s spouses. We trust each other and wouldn’t intentionally do anything to hurt each other’s marriages or family. I love each of you, and our men, and I could actually see taking things to another level.”

Sarah nodded, “I agree with Mel. In my book, we could even go beyond our group.”

Ash said, “How would that ever happen? Would some other man just come home with me some night? I don’t know that Ken would buy that.”

I said, “Tonight, let’s put on our flirt with a man not our husband. I’ll take Ken; Sarah you take Dave; and Ash you sidle up to Jim. Be subtle and not too aggressive. Let’s just soften the territory a little, but exercise those flirting muscles.”

Sarah and Ashley seemed to agree. Ash said, “I haven’t blatantly flirted with anybody for over a decade.”

Sarah chuckled, “If we do this right, we’ll also get laid when we get home. Our guys will be so horny as a result that they’ll want some kind of outlet.”

I said, “Some dancing with a lot of slow numbers?”

“Ooooh, good idea,” Sarah said.

Ash said, “On a more mundane topic, what should we each bring tonight?”

DAVE

I couldn’t help but notice Sarah after everyone had arrived for our cookout dinner. She’d come over to the grill where I was preparing to cook our chicken and meat medallions, and her blouse was seriously unbuttoned and she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was almost a head taller than Mel, and so her breasts were nearer to my eyes than I was used to. Wow! What great knockers up close.

Sarah was touchy-feely, too. She’d touch me and lean against me to see what I was doing on the grill, and how I was moving things around for optimum heat and cooking. She told me about the summer course she was teaching entitled ‘Urban Anthropology’; the study of various city ‘tribes’ covering their living, eating, mating, and work habits. I laid a weak joke that was mostly focused on their mating habits more than the other areas, and that got me more of a hearty laugh than the comment deserved. Sarah also started to play with hair and bat her eyelashes at me.

She asked about my investment work, and we had a great discussion about my take on the economy and long-term investments. She was really smart, and I never knew she was that interested in that kind of stuff … or was she?

As I took our bounty off the grill, I thought to look for Mel. She had the six children corralled at our other picnic table. She’d enlisted Ken to help her, and they were getting them organized to eat. I brought over the hot dogs and hamburgers for distribution. Ken accepted the duty for that table as Mel poured the children drinks. The older kids were each put in charge of one of the younger children.

I did notice that Mel was touching Ken a lot, even lightly rubbing his back when he leaned over to put something on the table. She was obviously inside his personal space, too; and, now that I noticed, she was flaunting her breasts, too.

Once the adults were all seated an eating, Jim asked, “So, when do we hear the results of the Massage Challenge?”

Sarah said, “You’re so eager. I think that’s because your sex life relaunched this week, and I’m the very happy beneficiary.” We all laughed. Jim blushed.

Ashley said, “Ken and I tried to be honest. We watched some massage porn, and decided to rate that as a ‘ten’ and then compare ourselves. We were probably a seven or even an eight at one point. Jim had four orgasms, two in each session, and I had four one night, and five the next - so a total of eight plus four plus four plus five, or twenty-one. We loved what we did and want more of it.” She blushed.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Jim and I were about eights for the massages, maybe less. He comes a lot, and we experimented with prostate stimulation, so he racked up seven orgasms. I was kind of like Ashley and had five O’s each night, some thanks to Jim’s oral play and G-spot stroking. We, too, plan more of the same and more frequently.”

Everyone turned to Mel. She started, “I would give us each a nine for the sexy massages. I got a ‘real’ massage last Sunday at the Essence Spa; Vilma gave me spectacular all-over massage, and I’ll be getting more. We came pretty close when Dave and I tried with that as our role model. We also watched some massage porn. Those all became our ‘ten’, and we more or less duplicated that, first me on Dave and then he did it to me last night. One other thing, we bought a massage table, and that got us both in the right positions to make a lot happen without worrying about getting oils on the bedding and such.

“As for orgasms, Dave got us some chemicals and supplements that we’ve been taking all week. He ended up with eight orgasms over the two nights. We did prostate play, too. I also had a pile of pills to take to augment my sex life. I had a really good time and had nine our first night and eight last night. We were really horny. He rediscovered my G-spot, thank goodness. He also reminded me that I cum like a banshee from anal sex. I recommend the chemicals and supplements, plus Dave bought a vibrating dildo that I highly advocate. Oh, yeah, the anal play was why I was sitting so gingerly this morning at our coffee.”

Sarah had been adding, “Fuck, that gives you a score of thirty-four. You beat us all by a country mile.”

Mel said, “We want more, too. We want another challenge like that, and by the way, if anybody wants to borrow our massage table they can. It’s portable. You can use it here or it folds up. If you do it here, we’ll of course want to watch.” She laughed very hard and fell into Ken’s arms as she did. He looked pleased but surprised.

It was then that I noticed the pairings. Sarah was still close to me, her bare leg tight against mine. Mel and Ken were also snugged together, and next to them Ashley and Jim. Hmmmmm?

Sarah said, “If you’re up for it, I have another challenge of sorts for each couple.”

Every around the table encouraged her and leaned forward.

“Before next Saturday when we get together, each couple must take a pornographic picture of themselves having sex. You’ll be sharing that with the rest of us.” She stopped there without making any further qualifications.

Mel tested, “Are we all okay with showing our privates to each other?”

I shrugged, “Won’t bother me. I had two years in the Army. There was no privacy at all, plus I think all you girls are ‘tens’ so I just want to see more of you.” My grin spoke volumes. Sarah smiled at me; she liked my comment.

Jim seconded my remark and so did Ken, before anyone else could speak.

Sarah said, “The photo should try to be a little ‘arty’, too, but sex is the name of the game. Prove to the rest of us that you know how to fuck or whatever.” She laughed and so did the rest of us. It was nervous laughter. Sarah was leaning hard against me, and had one hand on my thigh.

Ken, our resident engineer, said, “I can quickly show you how to use your cellphone to take time-delayed photos or even time lapse photography. I think when Ashley and I do this, I’ll try the time lapse approach and then pick one of the best ones.”

After dinner, Ken did show Jim and me his iPhone tricks.

The six of us quickly cleaned up the dinner table and got the kids organized in front of the television watching an old Disney movie.

Mel dimmed the patio lights and put on a playlist she’d apparently made earlier in the day. She and I started dancing and there was some spousal kissing, and then Mel said, “Switch partners.” She embraced Ken who was next to her, and I had Sarah in my arms and rubbing her unclad breasts against my manly chest as she told me how great she thought I was, especially to give Mel all those beautiful orgasms. She was really good at dirty talk, and getting me aroused. Hmmmmm; I was suspicious.

Before I could count to twenty, Sarah and I were kissing, and I mean seriously kissing and not just little friendly pecks at each other. I even felt the tip of her tongue against my lips. I worried about what Mel would think, but when I looked, she was kissing Ken, and Ashley was kissing Jim, and no one involved in any of those kisses was holding back. I liked the arc the evening had taken.

MEL

Kissing Ken was far from being a burden. He had these wonderful full lips that I just melted into for that first minute, and then we really got into it until the song that was playing ended and he obviously felt that we should act more proper.

I’d seen Ashely watching us for a second as she started her lip lock with Jim, and I was sure that Dave watched me as he and Sarah snogged away near us. On the next song, I got Ken to put one hand on one of my breasts outside my blouse. Like the other women, we’d gotten rid of our bras before the party even began. I wanted him to feel the merchandise.

I think Dave copped some feels of Sarah’s breasts, too. That’d be like him, and she’d made it obvious that she was bra-less for the night. Ashley always needed to contain her jugs in something, but not tonight. Jim looked happy when the next song ended.

The children’s movie ended and that also ended the night for the adults when some of the older ones came out to see what we were doing. Dave and I got handshakes and kisses from everyone, and then Dave and I were standing by our front door herding our children inside and to bed.

After tucking in Beth and Scott, we returned to the kitchen. He turned to me with a smile and said, “Did that go as you expected or were you hoping for something more?”

I gave him a funny look and tried to play dumb. “Something more?”

“We aren’t stupid men. I’m sure I’m not the only man who figured out that you, Ashley, and Sarah had ‘assignments’ to do something romantic or sexy, I guess, with Ken, Jim, and me - guys not your husbands.”

We looked at each other for a full minute. I was at a loss about what to say. He was waiting for me to speak, and I finally said, “You got it in one.”

“Tell me the bigger picture,” Dave said. He leaned back and folded his hands. He was curious and I didn’t detect any anger.

I sighed and pulled him into the living room. We sat facing each other on the sofa.

“Dave, our sex life has been in the pits for years. It’s my fault as well as yours, or it’s no one’s fault. I want more - a lot more. The Massage Challenge really warmed me up. Ashley says the same thing about her and Ken, and so does Sarah about her relationship with Jim. We aren’t out to break up anything, but we want to do some daring and erotic things to put some fire and passion back in all our relationships. Although we didn’t vocalize it, I think we want our three families to get romantically closer, too. We started a list of things to do - a Sex List.”

“Do you mean sexual activities?”

“Yes, but also romantically, socially, and any other way you can think of. The Massage Challenge worked wonderfully. I am one very happy camper about the past week. I want to keep up that pace and even step it up a bit. The others do, too. Sarah’s idea of a porno pic really has the same goal. We’ll all have to fuck to get the photo. Hurray, we have to have sex to achieve a small arbitrary goal.

“Ashley and I gave Sarah our list of ideas about sexy things we could do. Sarah had her own list, too. As she read through ours, she thought she had about forty or fifty ideas. So, we have the Sex List. We expect more and more sexual things to happen between spouses and between all of us as we use the list for ideas of things to do - challenges, if you will. So, in a way, we’re forming a Sex Club - a group dedicated to having more sex.”

“And the reason Sarah was putting the make on me, and you on Ken?”

I paused and admitted, “Some of the ideas involve you doing sexual things with a person other than me, and I’d be doing something with another man - or two.”

Dave sat back and stared at the ceiling. After a bit, he said, “Do I get a vote about what happens?”

“Of course,” I said strongly. “We aren’t out to be sneaky about this; well, any sneakier than we were tonight about some pairing and some kissing.”

“I saw Ken feeling your tits.”

I nodded in confirmation. “That wasn’t planned for, but it was nice as far as I was concerned. Didn’t you feel Sarah’s breasts?”

“I did. You know me, I’m a horn dog and a tit man. She all but pushed them in my face anyway. That was when I was sure there was sort of conspiracy going on.”

“Did it make you horny?” I asked.

Dave broke into a grin, “You know, it did.”

“Would you like to see and feel my tits? Would you like a tit fuck for a little bit tonight?” I gave my husband my best ‘come on’ smile.

Dave’s grin broadened, “You know, I would. But I also want to make love with you … and I will also turn over a new leaf and WE WILL have more sex than what was going on in that rut you mentioned.”

Dave stood, and then picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. We made a head start at rehearsing for our pornographic photo session.

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I warned Ashley and Sarah in a text that Dave had figured out the flirty, coupling idea. I guess I wasn’t surprised in their replies that Ken and Jim had also commented on the romantic evening with other women ‘that had been arranged’. They both commented that there had been an ‘uptick’ in their connubial relations.

A week later, Saturday, the Girls’ Coffee Club met. We had eight more ideas that had come to us for our ‘Sex List’ of ideas to do with our husband … or whomever.

Sarah started, “I love my husband, but I have to tell you Mel that I really liked kissing your husband. He is very romantic and understands my upper-body hot spots. He was never under my clothing, however. He did turn me on.”

I commented, “Yeah, and he’d already figured out that our switching partners for the evening and the romantic dancing and kissing was a set-up. He confessed that he liked being with you, too, and last night he wondered when he’d get a chance with you Ashley.”

Ashley rolled her eyes, “I think he must have talked to Ken, because he said about the same thing about spending time with the two of you. He also commented that he loved kissing you, Mel, and also copping a feel of your ‘fabulous boobs’, as he called them.”

I hefted my boobs up in a prominent way. “Well, I always thought they were fabulous, at least after I got out of high school.”

Sarah said, “What do you mean?”

I explained, “I had the biggest tits in the school, and waaaay earlier than any other girl got anything even close to them. I became the school’s sex object, and believe me in junior high or high school, that is NOT what you want to be.” Sarah and Ashley laughed.

Sarah asked, “So, did you guys do porno pictures? Jim and I had fun doing ours, and I even got a spontaneous fuck as part of the process.”

I nodded and blushed and so did Ashley. We agreed that we’d wait until our gathering at Ken and Ashley’s that evening for our ‘show ‘n tell’. I was sure that Dave and I would ‘win’ again with the sexiest and perhaps grossest picture. Dave promised that the picture we’d created would be spectacular by the time he finished having it printed and mounted in large format on foam board.

Sarah said that for our Sex List, there were things on it that were probably more controversial than others, such as things that involved sex with others and even strangers. She commented that one of my ideas was to give a cop a blowjob. She turned to me and said, “How would that even happen, and what would the rest of us say about that.”

I laughed, “You said you wanted ideas for sexual things to do. We happened to be watching a cop show on TV and that’s what you get. I get sexual ideas from just about everything. The hornier I am, the more ideas I get and the raunchier they are. Wait until you see our picture. I sure hope the kids won’t be around; we’d get arrested.”

Sarah said, “How about we park them all the children with our babysitter Cindy at one of our houses for the evening? She’s old enough to be able to handle all of them at once.”

“YES,” I said instantly but with a smirk. “If we’re going to be doing romantic and sexy things, this will become almost mandatory. We don’t want to pollute their little minds with S. E. X.”

Sarah laughed, “I’ve already got Cindy lined up to sit for tonight. She won’t mind a few more neighborhood urchins. She knows all of them and they know her. Drop them at my house about five o’clock. They can tire themselves in the pool, eat, and watch TV or play games. I’ve got plenty of kid food. Cindy’s good about all that stuff.”

Ashley said, “We should also pair ourselves off with the other man we didn’t get to flirt with last week. I’ll take Dave, Mel should take Jim, and Sarah you’ll be with Ken.”

We all applauded and grinned.

DAVE

Ken and Jim turned to Dave. He said, “I just want to be sure you’re prepared for what the women are cooking up. You know what happened last week?” We were standing in my garage, ostensibly looking at my new lawnmower. Our six kids were all visible from our positions, some in their own yards.

The two men chuckled. Ken said, “We were each the subject of some heavy flirting by someone who wasn’t our wife.” Jim nodded in agreement.

I said, “My expectation is that it’ll get more intense tonight. I suspect there’ll be less clothing, more romance and kissing, and other sexually-related moves by the other woman that we weren’t with last week. Some partial nudity is predicted, too.”

Jim said, “Fine with me. That means that I get Mel. I hope you don’t mind, but I have always wanted to engage in fondling her most prominent features.”

I laughed, “Be my guest, in fact, to put them off plan, why don’t you initiate that action. Ken, you, too. You’ll probably be with Sarah, and I’ll be with Ashley. Let’s all agree to take the initiative as far as romancing the assigned woman. Let’s take some control back from them.”

Everyone nodded. Jim asked, “Any limits?”

I shrugged, “Not as far as I’m concerned. Mel has been complaining about her lack of sex. I doubt it’ll get that far, but see how far you can push it. She’d love to make love with both you gentlemen. Let’s agree to test their limits. They won’t be expecting it. Are we dancing again?”

Ken said, “Yes. Ashley worked on a pretty mellow playlist during the week. Also, she asked me to put dimmers on some of the living room and porch lighting, in case we’re outside. She wants a cozy and sexy atmosphere for their seductions.” He grinned and added, “As for limits, I say we should go for home plate, but I doubt we’ll get past third base.”

Jim said, “I’d like to hit a home run, too.”

“I agree, but let’s see how playful they are.”

After a pause, I said, “I also want to warn you that the ‘pornographic’ photo that Mel and I did is really pretty blatant about our having sex.” I walked across the garage and pulled a large foam board mounted photograph from the trunk of my car. I pulled it out of the large opaque bag it was in and showed the men.

Jim gulped, “Yep, that’s pornography.”

Ken’s eyes had popped out of his head, “I agree. That’ll set the tone for the rest of the evening. Also, I concede the contest to you. Ash and I just did a picture of us in the missionary position. You can’t actually see much.”

Jim said, “We have a three-quarter view of Sarah atop my body riding me. You can see part of one breast and nipple. Nowhere near as telling as what you did.”

“If it’s too much, I have a back-up that’s much tamer and less sexual.”

Jim shook his head, “No, this has to be your entry. This will turn-on Sarah like switching on electricity to an entire city. Do it.” Ken was nodding.

Ken added, “If Ashley is your ‘date’, as we suspect, you might expect a little more in the way of affection and her being sexual with you. This WILL arouse her in a big way. When we’ve watched porn on the Internet, scenes like this result in … well, just be prepared for an onslaught of horny woman.” He grinned.

“I need to raise one more kind of ticklish point if we’re going to get sexual with each other’s wives.” I looked at the two men. “Is there any reason that we need to use condoms or worry about STDs? No judgments, but please be honest if there’s something we should take precautions about. I’m sure Mel and I have only been with each other for years, just not often enough to please either of us.”

Ken shook his head, “Absolutely not. We’re clean and clear on birth control. Just so you know, I also got a vasectomy after our second child.”

Jim nodded, “Me, too, and we’re safe on all counts. No STDs. No more kids.”

“We’re good, too, just to inform. On another point, are there boundaries or limits? We’re talking as though this is all a sure thing. If it’s not tonight, the way they’ve been acting and from what I can discern it will become one in the near future. I don’t want to get crossways to either of you or your wives, for that matter.”

Jim chuckled, “No pain and no lasting marks on Sarah’s body, please.” We all laughed.

Ken said, “Seriously, I’ve always felt that Ashley set the limits in our relationship, and I’m happy to let that continue. I think if we respect each other and our marriages and family, then there’s nothing further I could add without getting petty about my own preferences.”

I nodded, “Good overarching principle. Just psych yourselves that sometime in the near future you’re going to see you wife with one of us having sex in some popular positions from the Kama Sutra. Think about that; speculate about it so that you don’t freak out when it happens. I know I’ve been doing the same. Mel and I watched porn last night for a while, and I imagined it was her in the video with each of you two men. We’ll all need open minds for this.”

Chapter 3 - Alarm and Cyber-Sex

MEL

Dave and I arrived at Ken and Ashley’s home with two bottles of wine, and some chilled potato salad that I made that afternoon. We’d walked our two children over to Sarah and Jim’s house and handed them off to Cindy, a fresh-out high school grad and one of the neighborhood babysitters. She’d been sitting for us for over five years.

I was surprised at their door, when Dave wrapped Ashley in his arms and planted a really sensuous kiss on her lips that went on and on. She didn’t resist and actually got into it after a few seconds. Ken gave me a welcoming kiss, too, but Jim was the man that made my temperature rise with the long passionate kiss he gave me. I was supposed to stick with him and flirt, so his opening gambit made that an easy start.

I helped Ashley serve some hors d’oeuvres, and encouraged her to put a full-court press on Dave that evening. Ken served wine and beer around the group, and then we sat in the living room to talk. We all opted for the air conditioning given how hot it was outside. The outside temperature index was up near one-hundred degrees.

Jim sat in a cushioned living room chair and caught my wrist as I walked by. “Come and sit with me,” he said, and pulled me onto his lap. His arms went around me and he kissed me again and said, “I like doing that with you. Now, tell me about your week. Did you sell any real estate this week.”

I had and I told him about my successes and he listened with rapt attention, even more than Dave usually did. When I had that thought, I looked to see where my husband was. He was in the other chair with Ashley in his lap. They were kissing - fuck, even French kissing. I could see their tongues dancing together between them, trying to tickle the other’s tonsils. This evening was going faster and even better than I thought it would. I felt my pussy get wet.

Sarah and Ken were on the sofa talking, and he had his arm around her, holding her close. I did see them have a very loving kiss at one point. I refocused on Jim and asked about his current work. I could tell he held back on some of the technical stuff he worked on, so I got the general nature of what he did once again. Of course, between practically every sentence we were kissing, and he was running one hand up and down my back as the fingers of his other hand stroked my thigh where he held me on his lap. Some of his strokes went right up my leg to the hem of my short-shorts. That was really close to my wet pussy.

Eventually, Ashley mumbled something about needing to get dinner on the table. Dave went with her into the kitchen to help, and also be out of sight. Quite a few minutes went by before he reappeared carrying two dishes to put on the table. Ashley came behind him with a big crockpot of seafood stew that she’d made. They both went back to the kitchen and were gone for a longer bit of time. I imagined them making out, but that was what Jim and I were doing. Jim’s hands were actually stroking my under-boob through my light summer blouse. I hadn’t worn a bra; a difficult task for me.

Eventually, the last things made it to the table, and we all sat. Jim made sure he was next to me and that we were ‘in touch’. I liked this. He was turning me on big time.

The meal went rapidly and most of the talk was about the local schools and our kids. Since it was summer, we’d each arranged separate childcare for our kiddies, so that was also a topic. Jim and Sarah had locked in Cindy for the summer; Sarah would be home more than during the regular academic year.

As dinner wound down, Dave and Ashley cleared away the dirty dishes, and then things got quiet again in the kitchen. Except at one point, I heard a feminine moan indicating that something good had happened for Ash in there. I was actually getting a little jealous, but then Jim was then stroking my thigh, and even tucking his forefinger under the hem of my shorts to stroke new areas of my thigh that went right up to my labia. I gave him an encouraging smile and spread my legs slightly.

Sarah rapped on a glass and called out for those in the kitchen to join us. Dave led Ashley into her dining room holding her hands and looking guilty as sin. Her blouse was buttoned incorrectly. He’d been tasting her tits. Fuck.

Sarah said, “Okay, we had an assignment for the past week, and I know that Jim and I did our part. Now is the time for our Big Unveiling of our photographic work. Ken and Ashley, why don’t you start.”

Ken retrieved a manilla envelope from the sideboard and passed out copies of the picture they’d chosen. In the photograph, both he and Ashley were naked. He was obviously anchored deep in her body in the missionary position as they kissed. Ash’s breasts were visible in the shadows of his body and one of her shapely legs was holding him to her. The picture was sexy.

Sarah said, “Dave and Mel?”

Dave said, “Can we go last, please.”

He nodded at Jim, who also produced an opaque envelope. He passed out photos, in this case Sarah was riding her husband in the woman-on-top position or cowgirl. They were tightly coupled at their union, and one of Sarah’s glorious breasts was not only on display but obviously in the midst of an upswing of her body. She had her eyes closed. Again, a sexy picture, but somewhat reserved.

Everyone looked to Dave and me. Dave stood and picked up a large flat wrapped parcel leaning against one wall. He said, “We decided to be a little bold with this venture, so I hope we don’t shock you too much. I mounted this on foam board.”

Dave tore the wrapping paper away and the other five people at the table leaned forward. The large color photograph mostly showed me front-on in the reverse cowgirl position mounted on Dave’s cock. My landing strip of pubic hair showed with great clarity, and so did the juices that I’d imparted to his long cock. There was exceptional simplicity about how Dave’s cock was pistoning into my pussy.

In the photo, Dave was peering around me at the camera, and one of his hands cupped one of my large breasts, allowing the areola and nipple to show through his fingers. The other breast was blatantly present in the photo. Dave’s cock was obviously deep inside me. My pussy was front and center. The picture was about as pornographic as you could get.

Sarah shook her head, “Fuck, that is really hot. You win, hands down.”

Ashley squirmed around next to Dave and said, “God, you are so right. That is the hottest picture I’ve seen of anybody that I know and most of any I’ve ever seen, even on porn sites.” She moved closer to the picture with her eyes roaming in frenzied manner from sex area to sex area.

Dave propped the picture up on the sideboard adjacent to dining table and behind where Jim and I sat. “We’ll leave it up here for closer examination. Just to reiterate that one goal of this week’s task was to get husband and wife having sex. Mel and I did accomplish that task several times over in order to get this shot. Thank you, Sarah, for giving us something from your Sex List. We look forward to the next challenge.”

I startled slightly at the mention of the Sex List - about fifty things that the ‘girls’ had assembled, but then I remembered mentioning it to Dave. Thinking about it, I asked, “Sarah, what is on the list for the coming weeks?”

Sarah consulted a small card she’d had with her and smiled at everyone, “I want you each to have sex with another person not in this group, preferably a stranger. Questions?”

Every gasped at her forward statement. I thought, ‘Oh, my God. I have to have sex with a stranger or somebody that I pick-up some place. Work? Who? I guess that I could do this if Dave is okay with it. I wonder who he’ll pick?’ I got a flash of jealousy, suddenly seeing my husband with some bimbo floozy who had more sex appeal than a dozen porn queens. Others around the room had a similar look on their face except for Sarah.

Sarah started laughing. “Oh, dear me, I forget a crucial couple of words. Let me clarify my omission. Each of us is to have ‘Cyber-sex’ with someone we don’t know. This will likely mean you put up a profile up on a dating site, make contact, and then cyber-fuck in some way - back and forth ‘prose fucking’. As part of that activity, we want you to bring back in two weeks a screen shot of the person or a photo or clip that they send you or simply a recording about the encounter if there’s only audio. A soundtrack would be good, too. Questions? Bring the best highlights.”

The room was silent and each person looked around at the others. We were all really conversant with technology, so that wouldn’t be a factor. Heck, I knew that Ash and Ken had met through online dating.

Ken finally spoke, “Well, this ought to be fun and elucidating. I’m curious to see if the technology or sociology has advanced at all since Ash and I met.”

Ashley whispered to me, “I met Ken on a dating site and we did that once. I wonder if my old profile is up. I’ve totally ignored it since we got engaged ten years ago.”

“I might contact you for help. What happens now - tonight?”

“Oh, yeah, music. She jumped up and ran to the sound bar by the TV. Seconds later, some dreamy music started to play in the room. She went and pulled Dave into a standing position. They moved a few feet to an open area in the room, and started swaying together - very close together. Five seconds later they were kissing again - French kissing.

DAVE

I was thinking about Cyber-sex as Ash started dancing with me. Her kisses took my mind off the subject, and I noted that the other two couples were also similarly distracted from Sarah’s assignment. Had we just all agreed to do whatever she suggested? I didn’t recall any explicit agreement or disagreement. I think we were all still distracted thinking about ‘real’ sex with someone we didn’t yet know.

Ash ground her mons against my leg and humped slightly against my thigh. I got back with the agenda of the party. My dance partner was not wearing a bra under her filmy jumper. I’d already had a few fingers on her bare breast and nipple when we were preparing dinner.

As our kisses heated up, I decided that now was the time to push her limits a little - as well as my own and Mel’s, if she was watching us. I was keeping an eye on her certainly.

I brought our hands up to her chest and then stopped holding them. I ran the back of my hand across one breast, feeling the nipple through the material. I turned my hand over, and placed my palm on her tit and then gently squeezed, trying to make my actions erotic and sensual. As I did that, I upped the passion of our kisses and our tongue action.

Ashley moaned and pushed her generous chest into my hands. I wondered whether she’d picked the thin jump suit to wear because it would enable lots of sensation from outside the material as well as provided some access given the cleavage that the suit displayed by way of a few critical buttons.

I pawed at her breasts through three songs - about ten minutes - even using both hands. She was kissing me with passion, and pushing into my endeavor to show that she wanted exactly what I was doing.

I glanced around in the dimmed room and noted that Jim had one of his hands under my wife’s designer crop top, obviously cupping and fondling one of her mighty boobs. Mel was swaying to the music with her eyes closed as she took great enjoyment out of the petting and making out.

A few steps away, Sarah and Ken were in a serious lip lock. He had one of her breasts on display as his right hand cupped the fleshy mound and even pinched at her nipple. Both of them looked very happy and whispered their way into the next kiss.

I undid two buttons and spread the crossing panels of material that made up the thin top that Ashley wore. The excess material easily separated and left both her breasts on display. She looked slightly surprised that I’d taken the initiative, but didn’t complain.

After some direct hands-on fondling, I bent over slightly and took her left breast in my mouth, focusing on her nipple. In seconds, the nubbin hardened into a steel bullet and that was highly aroused. I slavered over the area, kissing and licking my way across her chest to the other breasts where I repeated the action. This was hot. I hoped that she was having as much fun as I was. I remember a friend years earlier told me if you sucked on woman’s breast and she didn’t stop you, then you owned her.

I started to split my oral attentions between Ash’s lips - I did like how she kissed - and her breasts. She definitely was turned on and getting hornier and hotter by the second. I could sense her panting in sexual heat as I worked on her upper body. Occasionally, we remembered to sway a little to the music.

Eventually, I peeled the top of her suit off her shoulders so that she became stark naked from the waist up. I also took off my own shirt so that we could rub our naked upper-bodies together. Ash was really into that activity and gave me big smiles between our kisses. She liked using her nipples to stroke across my chest.

Both Mel and Sarah were also naked from the waist up by then. Jim and Mel had given up the pretext of dancing and were in one of the cushy chairs making out and wildly petting. He’d had latched onto one of her tits with his mouth as he fondled the other. If there was one way into my wife’s pussy, it was doing what he was doing. I felt glad he was pushing her buttons, and realized I had those emotions rather than jealousy.

Ken led Sarah over to the sofa, and they immediately went horizontal. She moved around a little and fed him one of her breasts, and he seemed to know exactly what to do to make her moan.

I led Ash to the other cushioned chair, but before we sat, I tugged at her jump suit, indicating that I wanted her lose the clothing. She hesitated and looked at the other two couples who were still in no-holds-barred make out sessions.

She shimmied her hips and the flimsy pants suit drifted down her legs to the floor where she kicked it aside. She was left wearing a pair of bikini briefs that were the same aqua color as the jump suit. I pulled her into my lap. She must have felt my erection poking into her rear. I was worked up, too.

I petted and sucked some more, and then started to stroke her thighs right to where the panties were. Occasionally, I’d tease across her abdomen, smoothing the area and going for maximum arousal. I bent slightly to latch onto a breast and that’s when I got a whiff of her female aroma. Hot damn, we were deep in lust.

Others in the room were in about the same state. Mel was down her skivvies, and Jim was in his boxers, having shed his jeans. Ken had taken off his shirt so he and Sarah could rub their chests together. Her short-shorts were still on. I didn’t think she had any undies on anyway.

As I stroked Ashley’s hot-looking legs, I started to allow my strokes to move over the surface of her briefs, gradually applying more and more pressure to her sex area. Ash was accommodating and spread her legs. She wanted me to touch her sex, and so I did, at least through her panties. The whole gusset of her panties had been damp, and the more I stroked around the area, the soggier they became. After ten minutes I bet I could have wrung her juices out of the material.

I ran two fingers under the material right around her legs and touched her bare pussy, stroking the labia and even catching some of her emissions all over those digits. I brought the fingers to my face to sniff and taste. “Yummmmm.” I licked my fingers.

“Ashley, you smell and taste divine. Can I go down on you?”

I felt Ash’s body shudder in passion and lust. “Oh, God, yes, please.” I pulled her panties down her legs and set them aside. I leaned in with my tongue at the ready and made one swipe through her sodden slit.

ALARM!

Before we could do more, someone’s nearby cellphone started blaring out some kind of loud alarm. Fuck. Every person in the room moaned.

All of us froze. Quite visibly, Mel had two of Jim’s fingers in her pussy as her breast got sucked. Sarah had just gotten naked in anticipation of who knows what. She’d been holding Ken’s rampant cock in one hand.

Sarah loudly cursed. “FUCK! Either Jim or I need to go home. The babysitter has to be home before eleven-thirty - no arguments.” She scrambled into her pile of clothing to get to her phone and shut off the annoying alarm. Once silenced, the only sound was the distant music that we’d danced to earlier.

People moved around and quickly redressed. I could tell that the evening’s activities had just ended. Damn. Cock-blocked by a cellphone.

I kissed Ashley and whispered to her, “I don’t want this to end. We’re best friends so there’ll be other times we’re together. I look forward to then. I embraced her nude body and gave her my most loving and tender kiss. I helped her dress and suggested to everyone that this was the best party that the six of us had ever had. I got universal agreement and hopes that we’d have other ‘similar’ parties starting a week later.

MEL

Dave and I couldn’t wait to get home. I had a mission to prevent him from getting blue balls. We were both so horny, it’s amazing that we got in the front door. He was carrying Scott and I was helping a sleepy Beth along the short distance to our home. Once inside, we got the kids to bed within seconds and they both zonked out instantly.

I nearly raped Dave. Jim had gotten me really cranked up. He quickly found all of my hot buttons and a few I didn’t know about. The lovely man gave me two orgasms and I hadn’t even touched his cock yet, except to rub the lump in his jeans and then brush against it again after he’d taken them off and only had his boxers on.

In less than five minutes, I would have been giving Jim one of my stellar blowjobs, and in another five, I would have mounted the man for an epic fuck. Thank God, I had Dave. That night, he was my human dildo.

Dave’s cock stabbed into my sodden cunt. He asked, “How far did you get?”

“Just about to start a blowjob and sex,” I panted at him as I stripped my clothes away. “I’m heavily primed. Fuck me all night long, please. How about you and Ashley?”

“About the same. I had just pulled her undies off so I could finger fuck her and go down on her. I got one lick in before the alarm went off. She tasted really good, what little I sampled. I got two fingers into her slit, too. I’m sure we would have fucked and fucked the rest of the night. I’m so glad I have you. I love you.”

The two of us went at it, and used a lot of dirty talk as well as reassuring love words. I pretended to be Ashley, getting Dave’s cock in me for the first time. He pretended to be Jim getting his cock in me for the first time. We had fun and were up for nearly two more hours fucking and sucking and munching.

Sunday, things were calmer. Dave and I walked to our friends’ homes, just to be sure everyone was cool with what had happened the night before. If some of the kisses were an indication, everything was fine all around.

Dave finished up some home projects about four o’clock and checked in with me. I’d just started to think about our assignment from Sarah for the week. He thought I’d have a willing partner by the end of the afternoon, whereas he’d have to troll for days to even get a nibble - unless he wanted to pay a camgirl.

It took us an hour to discover ‘cyb3rs3x.xxx’. The website promised lots of contacts with lusty people. They had an international presence and a pretty good rating for cybersex, especially where one or both parties in a contact were married. Contacts could take place a number of ways and photo swaps were encouraged.

I said to Dave, “I need about a dozen photos of me in different outfits.”

He laughed, “Only a dozen. After that you need more and more revealing photos of yourself until you’re fully naked and flashing both boobs and pussy for the camera.”

“Tomorrow night, we’re taking pictures of each other. You need some kind of portfolio, too.”

He laughed, “I doubt Dad Bods are really appealing.”

“It’s truth in advertising,” I said. “Be honest in all dealings, plus you have nothing to be ashamed of. I just read something about how honesty on these hook-up sites is crucial to building a solid contact and getting the kind of results you want.”

Monday night, we spent an hour after the kids were in bed taking private pictures. I got pics in two business outfits - with and without my face showing, some pics in casual gear, a topless pic or three, and then a couple of demure nudies - with and without my face showing. Dave ended with some casual shots, a bathing suit picture, and a couple of cock pics. We were horny and made love after we put our cellphones aside.

The next night after the kids were in bed, he looked over my shoulder as I filled in some of the standard questions and then started on one of the essays to describe myself and what I was looking for. Afterwards, he took a notepad and pen and started to compose some of his own descriptors.

Thursday, at work, I confided in one of the young single men in our real estate group that I could trust what Dave and I wanted to do. I didn’t let on that it was anything but lark to excite our marriage. He laughed and made some suggestions about how to tilt my profile and what to say, and especially what Dave should do. Apparently, many single women get their rocks off just this way. It’s safe sex for both singles and marrieds. He said guys would be flocking to my page as soon as it went up.

I shared the news with Dave over dinner as the kids ate in front of the TV. We sat at the table and worked over our profiles on our laptops. An hour later, we were both online with our profiles, a few photos, and started waiting to see what would happen.

Almost instantly, I started to get hits on my profile. I was in demand. I was elated and scared at the same time.

Poor Dave; he sat and waited until bedtime as we talked and read about some of the men responding to my profile. There were no females out there curious about him, at least right away. We speculated that about 95% of the people on the site were men, and only 5% women; maybe even a higher percentage of men.

Friday evening, Dave was surprised that he had four women who’d ‘swiped’ on his profile and made contact. Two had sent pictures, but nothing lewd. He responded politely to each one with a sedate photo and a prepared letter that told about the challenge he needed to fulfill. He downplayed the group challenge, but made it sound like a friendly and daring experience between friends. Two women responded back - Jill and Chelsea, each with additional bathing suit photos and expressions of willingness to have cybersex. Each was willing to engage using Facetime or Skype.

Meanwhile, I had narrowed down over two-hundred responses to two hunky guys that both looked like gym rats from their photos - Deke and Jake. One was in California and the other in Maine - miles and miles away. I told of my needs and both men were positive about the idea. After I got dick pics from each of them, I sent some of my nude photos for continued inspiration.

My first contact with one of them was late Monday night after the kids had gone to bed. Fortunately, our bedroom door locks and is away from the kids’ room so any noise we make doesn’t spread.

Dave had learned how to record the session, so when Deke and I established a FaceTime link I asked permission to record the session to share with my husband and friends. Deke didn’t mind, but did ask for a copy of the encounter. We were on a split screen, and started out dressed. We each did a slow striptease for the other until we were nude, and then he told me what he would like to do to me as we each masturbated. I had a dildo and was also vocal about how enjoyable what he proposed would be and how I thought his cock would feel slamming into my body. After that, our ‘session’ ran about thirty minutes before we’d each cum. At the end, we thanked each other and I confirmed his email address so we could send him the recording.

DAVE

My experience was similar to Mel’s but with some major twists and turns. I’d swapped many emails with Chelsea and discovered that she was married to a man named Edwin and they lived in the U.K. outside London. Chelsea sent me some photos of her on vacation at Cap d’Agde where she was nude on a public beach and then on one of the nearby streets with only a sheer cover-up. She wasn’t alone, and explained that three couples had gone there for holiday and lots of spousal sex only a few months earlier.

I explained about our group of three couples and the Sex List we’d just started to work through, including this week’s challenge to have cybersex. Chelsea loved the concept and also wanted a copy of this list, which I got for her from Sarah. She also agreed to a recording if she could get a copy. I promised there would be no Internet postings, although I don’t think she cared.

Because of the time difference, Chelsea wanted to start earlier in the evening. So, Tuesday night, we farmed the kids out after school to Sarah and Jim with a promise that we’d take their two the next night for about the same reason. It was not an overnight for them, but they’d get dinner and be in bed on the late side for them.

Dave and I came home early and we started the Facetime call with Chelsea and Edwin about four-thirty. We each introduced our spouses face-to-face for the first time. They would be our cameramen, and then the session started.

Chelsea slowly did a striptease in her bedroom, as I commented in highly favorable terms about what was being revealed. I matched her as we got naked. She commented about my stiff shaft and what she’d want to do to it, and then we started to masturbate for each other, but talked in our dirty thoughts about each other. She really had a great facility for crude and lucid descriptions about fucking, cunnilingus, fellatio, and even anal play. I think her English accent added to the mystique.

We were pretty far along in the call, and I think both of us knew we were nearing our first crests. Chelsea finally said, “Fuck it. I need to get fucked. Edwin, come here!”

She turned to me - the camera - and said, “I hope you don’t mind watching me ride my husband. You can keep jerking your meat as you watch us. Live porn.”

Before I could speak, Mel came to me, appearing on screen, and said, “We’re going to fuck, too. I’m so horny watching all of this I just can’t wait to get a cock in me.” She’d been aiming the camera and occasionally moving the tripod around.

Mel pushed me back on the bed and mounted me reverse cowgirl, just like we’d done for our porno picture for the group. She made sure we were projecting our coupling just the way Chelsea and Edwin were. We had a great fuck, and I loved watching my cyber-friends.

Neither Chelsea, Edwin, Mel, or I lasted very long. I came first, moaning and loudly declaring the this was one of my all-time great fucks. I filled my wife’s sex cavity with enough jizz that it was leaking out around my cock before we eventually separated. Edwin did a similar job on Chelsea.

After we all came down from our after glows, we promised to talk to the couple in another week and to respond to emails and texts. We ended the call, and cleaned up. It was only seven p.m. but midnight in the U.K.

Mel called Sarah to check on the kids. Sarah told us to go have a romantic dinner someplace and pick-up the kids on the way home. We did just that, although I wasn’t sure that Ocean Pizza was the most romantic place in the city.

The next night, Mel had a basic jerk-off call with Jake, but we did get a video again and some still photos. I also had a somewhat lackluster call with Jill, with similar results. We agreed our orgasms were good and the events reduced our horniness, but that conjugal sex was far better.

Chapter 4 - A Night of Firsts

MEL

Our Girls’ Coffee Club on Saturday morning took place inside the establishment because of rain. The weather resulted in mostly drive-through customers, so we almost had the inside tables to ourselves.

After our niceties, Sarah said in a near whisper tinged with naughtiness, “So, are we going to fuck each other’s husbands tonight? I’ll go on record as saying ‘Yes, I want to do just that’.”

Ashley said, “Yes, I hope so. Dave turned me on so hard last Saturday that I would have signed up to be his sex slave.” She glanced at me with a grin. I was only agreeing with her with my head nods and a bold grin.

I added, “Fuck, yes. We’re almost there, and there are dozens of other things on your Sex List that would be fun to do with someone other than our usual spouse. I can’t believe we’re all agreeing to this, but I think the extramarital sex would be great in many ways.”

Sarah said, “Then tonight, it’s an ‘Anything Goes’ night - and no recriminations.”

The other two nodded, along with Sarah.

“And, just to be explicit, none of us are going to get our nose out of joint or get jealous when you see your hubby sexually romancing one of us … as in fucking our lights our and hearing our orgasmic moans? And, perhaps more importantly, you don’t think that any of our hubbies will come unglued and run screaming to the divorce court when they see us fucking someone else?”

I spoke up, “Not Dave. We sort of talked about that this past week during and around our video calls when we had cybersex with some other people. He’s good, plus he admitted to wanting to be with each of you in a carnal way. I think he’s had a hard-on all week thinking about the possibility.” I giggled.

Sarah said, “OK. Just to confirm, Cindy is watching our six monsters at Mel’s home tonight, and she’s been set up for an overnight because of our late party. I promise there will be no more cock-blocking alarms going off just when things get interesting. Everyone can stay over at our house … and keep fucking until tomorrow morning.” She’d already apologized a hundred times for the not-to-subtle alarm the previous Saturday.

Ashley turned to Sarah and asked, “What are you going to have us do for the coming week?”

“Well, we’re all somewhat constrained because of our children. We will need a way to get around that as we continue to broaden our horizons and keep our spouses aroused. Remember, we’re trying to get a lot more sex as our original goal. How about, we each have to make love outside in our own back yard?”

Ashley and I both shrugged but nodded.

I suggested, “With someone who’s not your spouse could be added to that to make it really interesting. Now that we’re getting into that Sex List and we’re opening up our marriages, we should take advantage of those things. You have ‘Make love in a restaurant’ on the list; that’s an example of just one other challenge where we could use someone else’s husband.

“After tonight, we will all be psyched to be with our two new partners. Pure lust will be flowing through everyone’s veins. Hurray. We’re all going to get laid, and I’m all for that. Orgasms galore. We should take advantage of that excitement before it fades.”

Ash said, “I agree, and we should think about how to sustain the lust after it starts, but I think there should be a rule or two that we try to adhere to.”

Sarah asked, “Such as?”

“We always sleep with our spouses. No overnights or weekends, at least not yet. It’d probably be hard to do with the kids around anyway, unless we take a trip someplace sans kids.”

I nodded, “Also, we can go bareback unless one of us does something sexual with someone outside our group of six. This is our private Sex Club otherwise.”

Sarah said, “I think we should also have a Group of Six sit down and talk about this sex stuff sometimes soon - maybe in a week, assuming we culminate some” pairings tonight. We should do a health check with us all together.”

Ash said, “Do you two think we should stick to only one partner a night - like tonight?”

Sarah said, “The men know we’ve been pairing off with them. Are you thinking about fucking both of the other men who aren’t your spouse tonight?”

Ash grinned and nodded, “And my spouse, of course. Reclamation sex will be needed at the end of the night, if he has any gas left in his tank.”

I shrugged and volunteered, “I love lots of sex. If it’s with multiple partners in an evening, I’m all for it. I think that I’m going to turn into a cock hound.”

Sarah said, “Me, too. I guess that settles that, too.”

I speculated, “What’s the story we want to have under our belts when we get caught?”

“Caught?” Ashley asked quickly.

“If not outright having sex, say we’re out with a husband not our own and a colleague or neighbor sees you? What do you say is going on? I’m not sure I want to openly admit that Dave and I and you all are in a swinger’s group or Sex Club.”

Sarah said, “We won some kind of prize or this is a reward for one of us for exceptional babysitting or something like that?”

“Okay, I can go with that, “I said. Ashley nodded.

DAVE

For lack of an acceptable excuse to be together, the three men in our group gathered in Jim’s garage with the hood open on his car. Officially, we were consulting about air flow and filtration around the engine. In truth, we had another agenda.

I teased Ken and Jim, “So, who’s going to fuck Mel tonight? She is so ready you can probably smell her pheromones and sexual juices from here, and it’s even raining to frustrate the spread of her aromas.”

Jim rolled his eyes, “We almost got there last week.”

Ken said, “Not even five minutes more last week, and I would have been buried in Sarah’s sweet hairy cooter. That damn alarm was a really sad event.”

Jim chuckled, “I told Sarah that if that happened again, she’d have to move out of the neighborhood for a month.”

I looked at each of the other men. Neither had answered my question. I gestured to each of them. Eventually, Ken said, “Put me on the list. I’d love to be with Mel. She’s so sweet and as hot as any of our wives, but I want to be with Sarah, too.”

Jim nodded, “Me, too. I want Mel, but also Ashley.”

“And. Just to be explicit, I will be with one or both or your wives before the end of the evening - and by ‘being with’ I mean romancing, copulating with, fucking, making love with, and pledging love and lust to.”

“Yep,” Jim said in an accepting tone, agreeing with my list of terms.

“And that’s okay with each of you? You’ll be with Mel or another woman not your wife.”

Ken said, “I’m in.”

Jim said, “I’m in.”

I asked, “If you got really pissed and angry at me tonight while all that was going on, what would I have done with your spouse?”

There was silence for a bit and then Jim said, “Disrespected either Sarah or me. Just to be clear, this is not a cuckolding situation. No one is going to end up in a cock cage or being humiliated in some way by the others.”

Ken and I both nodded in agreement.

Ken said, “I agree. I guess I’d get angry or peeved if you did something with Ashley that she didn’t or wouldn’t do with me.”

I suggested, “Anal sex, for instance?”

“Exactly. She’s said that’s not her thing, … but with another man and the right conditions, who knows what she’d do. Soooooo, I guess if she wants to try anal sex, do it. Just don’t force anything on her.”

“What else? Blowjobs? Cum in mouth? Painting her face or tits with cum?”

“Nah, we do all that stuff. That’s fine and she likes that stuff. As I think about it, my concern is silly. If she thinks she’d enjoy something that we haven’t done before, I want her to be happy. Do it, and don’t worry about me. We’ll try it later in the comfort of our own bed.” He laughed and said, “I’ll take sloppy seconds, too.”

Ken said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, “Just so you know, I clean up Ashley after we’ve fucked. I mean I eat her out. We even snowball.”

“So noted,” I said. “I think I’m about to learn a new skill in order to keep up with the neighbors.”

Jim looked at Ken in awe, “And it doesn’t bother you?”

Ken shook his head. “It’s sterile stuff coming out of me and a cunt I love to eat. Most of the taste and aroma is Ash. When I started, I thought it’d be really gross, but it’s not. Hell, she often gives me a blowjob and swallows. I figured that I should do something equivalent.”

Jim turned to me, “What about you?”

“About the only thing that would make me angry is if you run away with my wife; other than that, make her happy. I do need to confess that since this stuff started I could kind of see the arc we were on, with intercourse and romance on the horizon. I’ve been facing my demons about that stuff, and have done some reading and watched videos about such situations. That helped soften me up and Mel, too. We are up for this.”

We broke up after that discussion and I ran home through the raindrops.

A few hours later, Mel and I used an umbrella in our speed walk to Jim and Sarah’s home. Both Ken and Jim had earlier escorted their two children each to our house, and Cindy was there, getting them organized with games and junk food. They were all making popcorn when we left and preparing to watch a Disney movie on TV.

Cindy did give us a funny look when we headed out. I wondered what she thought we were going to do that evening. We were both casually dressed, but Mel was obvious bra-less, and I was commando. I wondered whether she could tell.

Cindy was a svelte brunette with blonde streaks added, who actually looked older than her eighteen years. She’d babysat for over five years for each of the families in our new Sex Club, and so knew all about us and our children.

Our group was very kissy-huggy-feely in our greetings. I’d obviously been ‘assigned’ Sarah, not that I was complaining. She already had my glass of wine prepared with ice, just the way I like it. I could tell that my new ‘girlfriend’ was out to please me. I gave her a serious kiss to thank her for her consideration. I also possessively put my arm around her and kept it there, often allowing my fingertips to stroke the shape of her breast or even entice the nipple for a few seconds. Like the others, she was braless.

Also, like Mel, Sarah and Ashley both wore short-shorts that revealed long shapely legs and ‘come fuck me’ shoes that did wonders for their leg tone. Above, they each wore crop tops that invited an interested party to reach under the material and paw at their tits.

Jim was cooking on his grill in the garage, using a box fan to push the smoke outside into the rain. The set up allowed him to cook and not get wet. Ashley was all but glued to Jim’s side, handing him things and trying to anticipate what he needed. Mel immediately got with Ken inside; I tried not to think about anything negative happening.

The meal we had was relatively simple: burgers, baked potato, and corn on the cob. The discussion was about jobs, children, and weather, until Sarah asked us to report on our Cybersex calls.

Everyone had managed a call and had pictures or short videos of some kind. Mel and I had the best videos. None of us showed our entire call, and Mel and I only showed a select portion of our calls, including the couple-couple cybersex exhibitionism that we had with Chelsea and Edwin.

Ken asked Sarah what the challenge for the coming week was. She laughed and said, “You are each to have sex in your own backyard sometime over the next two weeks … with someone other than your spouse.”

There was silence and then we all nervously chuckled and looked around the dining table at each other. No one raised any objection, so I guess it was accepted as the challenge of the period.

I observed to the group that the challenge would mean that each back yard would get used twice - once for the male and once for the female of the house; and that further each person would likely have sex twice during over the two-week window with somebody not their spouse: in their own yard, and then helping somebody else out in their yard. No one raised any kind of objection, which I took as further acceptance about what would happen after dinner.

Eventually, Mel laughed and pointed out the window behind her, “In the rain?”

Sarah said, “It’s supposed to stop tonight and be nice all week. In a pinch, I suppose you could do it in you garage so long as the door was open.” She laughed. All our garage doors fully exposed the interior to the street we lived on.

Sarah said, “I anticipated the scheduling issue that Dave raised, and even produced a little strawman timetable for everyone. This assures everyone that they get about the same amount of participation as everyone else. You don’t need to abide by the dates or times; they’re just for illustration so there aren’t overlaps.” She waved her hand and said, “And now for our first dessert.”

After Sarah’s brownie and ice cream for dessert, we pitched in to clean up from the meal. I’d already taken the last of my vitamins, supplements, and chemicals to enhance my sexual performance. While everything else was going on, Ken and I rearranged the living room, and also adjusted the drapes on the windows facing the street. We’d put on some music just as the others joined us.

Jim dimmed the lights, and then turned and pulled Ashley into his arms and started an epic kiss with her. The two started to sway to the music and that encouraged the rest of us to also get in a romantic dance mood with someone else’s spouse.

I watched Ken pull Melissa into his arms and they started to make out as they swayed to the music. At one point, when he was sure no one else could see his face, he winked and grinned at me over my wife’s shoulder. He did have a daring sense of humor.

I retrieved Sarah and told her that she was ‘off duty’ from her role as hostess. A few passionate kisses helped divert her attention to me and more important things.

I knew Mel was up for some serious petting and sex because she’d gone to the party without a bra or panties on. She had on her Daisy Duke shorts that were all but invisible and one of her frilly designer crop tops. As I watched, Ken already had one hand under her top feeling and exciting her bounteous breasts. Mel looked happy and horny as they made out. Watching my wife of ten years make out and get felt up by my friend was a little strange, to say the least. I actually got a little jolt of jealousy about it.

Sarah watched her husband nudge Ashley’s t-shirt up and off of her body, tossing it onto a chair. Her jugs jiggled, shimmied, and shook before settling down, and even I noticed her nipples were aroused and hard from across the room. He had his mouth on one almost instantly, and Ash moaned.

I pushed Sarah’s top up slightly and her hands shot into the air so that I could pull it over her head. This was moving a little faster than I thought it would. I doffed my own shirt, too, and we started to dance, rubbing out bare chests together and returning to some passionate kissing. By then, my wife was also topless and teasing Ken by trying to smother him with her fun bags as he played motorboat in front of her. I even heard the raspberry and then their laughter.

Sarah and I took a wide cushy living room chair with her in my lap. We segued right into some hot French kissing and my sucking on her breasts. After she was panting, she changed position and unzipped my shorts. Since Mel had gone commando, I was, too. My tumescent cock was right there waiting for Sarah to make her move. She looked up and grinned at me when she realized she wouldn’t have to work my shaft out of any briefs. She slid off the chair onto the plush carpet.

Sarah surprised me. After several attempts she took all of me, which meant that about two or three inches of my shaft had gone down her throat. Mel could only do that after she’d had too much to drink or when she felt competitive. Sarah’s efforts resulted in my supreme hardness in a matter of seconds. I let her play until I felt the first hint of stirrings deep in my body; I stopped her. She understood immediately.

I stood and arranged Sarah in the chair, pulling off her tiny shorts and draping each one of her legs over an arm of the chair so that she was spread wide with all her sexual treasures showing to the room. She didn’t seem to mind. She wasn’t the only one showing a lot of pussy.

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