Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Book Two

A novel by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2024, 2025 Robert Wolf. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter 24 - Gangbang and Remorse

Jane got nervous again on our drive out to the Reddick’s home on Saturday evening. Her jitters got all of us a little worried about the evening until Fran became aware of what was going on and called us all on it. “Hey, everyone. I can understand Jane’s worries about meeting a new group of people who all want to jump her body … or she wants to jump theirs, but the rest of us have done this several times and there’s no need for us to feel jumpy or worried. We know everyone at the party will be friendly, loves us, wants to bring us pleasure, and wants to accept the pleasure we bring them. So, let’s stop wringing our hands.”

Fran’s remarks even made Jane calm down - slightly. Jane had been sitting next to me in the passenger seat of my SUV twisting another tissue into confetti, a nervous habit I’d seen before.

Jane turned to the girls in the backseat, “I feel like such a slut, almost as though I don’t know who I am suddenly. If you’d told me a few months ago what I’d be doing tonight, I would have laughed in your face. Now, I’m ready to fuck or be fucked by a bunch of strangers, and I know I’m going to enjoy every second of it. I just hope I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and wonder about the sexually-crazed person that took over my body.”

Sheila said with a chuckle, “All women have an inner slut. Some manage to deny it or contain it, but for many it shows up somehow - in how they live, in their fantasies, or how they behave when they are alone in bed with their fingers and toys. We’ve chosen to live a lifestyle where we can savor our inner slut, bring it out, let it act on our behalf, let it bring us pleasure, let it carry us to new vistas and experiences that most people on the planet never know about. I like the uniqueness this lifestyle brings us.”

Jane turned to me, “Do men think less of a woman … think of her as a slut when she does what I’m about to do?”

I laughed and so did the girls. We’d had this discussion months earlier. I responded, “I wouldn’t post pictures on your office door. People love to judge, particularly about what’s acceptable and unacceptable when sex is involved. People feel they have the moral high ground to impose their memes and beliefs on everybody else. If you don’t think about sex exactly the way they do then you’re a slut, a whore, a gigolo, and a worthless piece of humanity. Further, they’ll tell you that you’re contributing to the complete downfall of society, warping the minds of the young and innocent, creating a decadent society, and debasing all of womankind. Because of that propensity, we talk cautiously or not at all with others about this lifestyle or evenings like this. The more important question is do you think of yourself these ways?”

Fran added, “People have a double standard. They criticize online porn, erotic stories, and pictures, and then the same people turn around and behind closed doors download and buy the stuff in huge quantities that support an adult industry that’s over $290 billion dollars a year worldwide, and around a third of that is in the U.S. alone - larger than all the professional sports activities put together.”

Ally added, “To keep ourselves ‘level’ about the topic, we talk to each other, which is nice. We know how each other think, so we can anticipate issues, but there have really been few. There are online forums too, and those are good because you can remain anonymous yet share or get questions answered or discuss feelings and reactions. Oh, yes, there’s a book called The Ethical Slut that you’d love; it covers all things sexual without judgment … really with approval. One of its themes is that you can set your own standards, to hell with everyone else. You can also talk to any of us, any time.”

Jane said, “Steve mentioned the book. I do feel I’m doing that, and those new standards are throwing away some of my boundaries and dramatically moving others. The changes are leaving me a little unsettled as I get used to the new landscape.”

Sheila said, “If you ever want a sympathetic ear, or you feel bad about some aspect of this new life you’ve carved out for yourself, then please call one of us or talk to Steve. We’re very open about it and our lives with people we know.”

Fran said, “We all went through the thinking process you seem to be in to get to where we are. Personally, I wouldn’t want to go back to the old me, to my old boundaries and standards.”

We all agreed with Fran. For however awkward the transition had felt, we were now living in a new lifestyle in a different place than we had months earlier. I guess we had youth working for us, because we’d weathered the transitions so rapidly.

Most of the group was already assembled by the time we walked into the Reddick’s beautiful home. I took Jane by the hand and escorted her around as introductions were made. Jane had dressed seductively, wearing a very short skirt - with no undies, and a backless scoop neck top that left no doubt but that she’d also gone braless. The skirt accentuated her bubble butt, and the shirt invited those nearby to sneak looks of her shimmering breasts. Two pieces of clothing plus shoes.

As I took Jane around, I sensed two things during the introductions. First, the men I introduced her to were exceptionally interested in Jane, and I could almost see them salivating at the new pussy in their midst. I certainly saw a few swelling lumps in pants. Second, I knew Jane well enough that I sensed her evaluating the men as lovers and fuck buddies. She played her seductive best, acting coy, aggressive, sexy, and alluring to some degree with each man. She made a visible impression on everyone.

As we passed by Gale and Nancy, they gave me particularly warm welcomes, and then in the family room we found Sean and Rita, and Rita blatantly announced she wanted my cock deep inside her warm pussy for at least an hour that evening. Since I couldn’t think of a more pleasurable hour, I promised I’d find her early in the evening.

I whispered to Jane that she could do a lot worse than spend some significant time with Sean. I knew from the girls that he had a reputation as a caring and considerate lover who never left his partners wanting in any dimension of lovemaking. I also knew that these were important factors to Jane.

We joined the others in a buffet dinner and a lot of lively conversation about everything other than sex, how we’d partner up later, or what the highlights of the evening might be. I knew from past conversations and comparisons that these questions were on most people’s minds, but we denied ourselves those discussions as though to tease ourselves, and perhaps as a form of foreplay.

As we sat eating from the potluck buffet, I assessed the group more objectively. For the first time, there were more men than women. Lyle and Chip told me the larger group had decided to tilt the balance that way for a number of reasons: the preponderance of women, particularly those I brought, and the fact that the women wanted more orgasms. I laughed but saw the logic in the decision. Chip explained that the new men had been carefully vetted and almost all had a record of discrete multiple partner relationships.

As food was put away and some of the dishes cleaned away, the foreplay did start. Sean and Rita joined Jane and me, Rita immediately snuggling into my arms for a round of passionate kisses. I heard Sean assuring Jane that she could set the pace and acceptability of anything they did, but he never got to finish his speech because Jane jammed her tongue down his throat and put his hand up under her blouse in a sexy move. She’d be just fine, I thought.

Rita and I took over our end of the long sofa in the Reddick’s family room, while Sean and Jane had the other end. Across from us in a love seat and broad armed cushy chair were two other couples, so everyone had a lot of erotic eye candy to watch. I knew the other couples from the group the Henson’s had introduced us to a few months earlier. They got down to business faster, set a norm for nudity in the room, and then for fucking.

Also in the family room was the large TV playing a new porn video Chip had bought. This one seemed to have a series of small skits involving sex among nurses, doctors, and patients in various group combinations. In one scene, a gangbang seemed to turn on the entire cast.

Even as Rita and I got down to business, I kept checking in with Jane. She watched the two of us and the two other couples, pacing herself with our activities. After she and Sean coupled, she devoted herself to popping off little climaxes and being a worthwhile sexual partner.

Bill Hicks, the man fucking Betty Whitmore on the love seat, said to Sean and Jane, “Hey, want to switch?”

Before Jane could process and evaluate the request, Bill had pulled out of Betty, and Sean had jerked his cock from Jane, and the two men passed each other in the middle of the room. Jane welcomed Bill’s long prong into her body with a smile of genuine joy and understanding; she was getting in the spirit of the evening.

Not to be undone, Greg and Marie, the other couple, also suggested a swap about five minutes later, so Greg and I switched partners. Marie turned out to be a hot little number with a cunt that not only flooded the two of us with her luscious juices, but also seemed to have an internal temperature significantly higher than anything I’d experienced in other pussies. I brought Marie to two quick orgasms over the next ten minutes. At that point we separated to go explore the rest of the house.

Before leaving the room, I checked in with Jane. “I’m going exploring, you all right for a while?”

Jane responded, “Oh, I’m better than all right.” Bill kept pumping his cock into her, now in the doggie position. She added, “Would I be too big a slut if I tried to fuck every cock here tonight … or maybe got in a gangbang like you talked about one night in our dirty talk? The one on the TV video looked sort of interesting. I’m really horny.”

I chuckled, “If you’re serious, I’ll see if I can’t arrange something for you.”

Jane grunted over Bill’s shoulder, “I’m in the groove now, and I want everyone in MY wet groove. So, yes, I’m serious.”

I waved at her as I walked away. In the living room, I found Lyle getting it on with Jean Henson. She was also sucking on the cock of one of the ‘extra’ males in attendance and looking supremely contented.

I interrupted them as I knelt on the other side of Jean and presented my soggy cock to her. She started to alternate sucking on the other guy - Mark Someone, and me. I asked, “Lyle, any chance of some kind of gangbang for Jane? She’s really getting into the spirit of things, and this is a whole new experience for her. She thinks she’d like to fuck every cock here.”

He laughed as he stroked into Jean, “Happens a lot with first timers.” He turned to Jean and apologized for leaving her to Mark, the recipient of her blowjob. She didn’t seem the least upset. Lyle said to me, “Come with me.”

I followed Lyle to a large hall closet. He moved a few things, and pulled out a large padded massage table. He said, “We’ll set this up in the family room, and start directing the men in there to service her. How’s that sound?”

“Perfect.” Two minutes later, the massage table was set up. I pulled Jane from atop Bill’s cock, asked several times whether she was sure this was what she wanted, got that reassurance, and positioned her on the table. Although they’d watched us set up the sturdy table, I declared to Lyle, Bill, and Greg, “Let the gangbang begin.”

I pumped my cock into Jane for about thirty seconds before turning her over to Lyle. He looked really pleased to have an early turn on her, and went to town. Jane was moaning in ecstasy as each new cock penetrated her body and started to work on her. I watched for a few minutes, and then went to find some new pussy. I noted that she was already dripping cum from her pussy, so she’d be very full by the end of the night.

I walked back into the living room, and politely announced a ‘Gangbang Jane’ evening was underway in the other room. Three men who’d been idle immediately headed in Jane’s direction.

I went to Mark and Jean, and suggested that Mark join the gangbang while I took over delivering pleasure to Fran, Sheila, and Ally’s mother. Jean welcomed me with loving kisses and some words of love that reminded me of the special relationship I had with her. At Jean’s urging, I eventually came deep inside her spasming cunt as she too had a massive orgasm.

We lay together for a while, and then I rolled beside her. We talked about Jane’s newfound sexual energy, and I got some insight about how she would feel after fucking every man in the place. Jean told me she’d done it about once a year since she started swinging and loved the wanton feeling of fucking so many men in one shot, and also the feeling of cum pouring out of her cunt at the end of the evening. Of course, I’d filled Jean’s pussy rather full of my cum, too. A woman named Pat immediately knee walked over to us, “Can I help clean up the two of you?”

We nodded, and in seconds Pat inhaled my cock, cleaned all the residue from my lovemaking with Jean, Jane, Rita, and Marie, from my cock before burying her head between Jean’s svelte thighs where she started to lick and suck my cum from her body. The lewdness of the act was visually stimulating, and I hardened in minutes, grateful for the quick recovery techniques I’d learned in that Tantric sex class.

Pat became aware of my arousal next to her. She reached over and pumped my cock. “Steve, please put that beautiful monster inside me and fuck me for a while. You and I have never fucked, and I want to get a few minutes of the ‘Big Steve Experience.’”

Not one to put off a pretty lady, in this case also one old enough to be my mother, I moved behind her, stroked my cock head up and down her slit a few times, and then sank into her body. As I did, I could hear Jean moaning as another orgasm approached, plus the sharp intake of breath from Pat.

After pleasing Pat with a couple of orgasms, I moved on, one at a time, to several other women I hadn’t experienced in the large swing circle. I could see my girls - Fran, Sheila, and Ally - scattered around the rooms here and there, also having great experiences.

In one of my longer recovery periods, I went to check on Jane. A man named Cal was plowing into her sodden pussy as she alternately sucked on two other men. Three others stood by waiting their turn. Jane saw me and gestured me over by her head; she took ahold of my cock and brought my flaccid dick into her mouth. She did have a talented tongue.

Jane paused and said, “I’ve lost count, but I think I’ve fucked fourteen different men including you - so far. This is sooooo goooooood. I’ve never been so orgasmic, yet these men keep pushing me to new peaks … oh, fuck, … here come another one.” Jane’s eyes winced shut, and her whole body shook under Cal’s careful attention to her clit as his cock pistoned into her body. He apparently came too, because he suddenly stopped, his back arched and a moan of delight fell from deep in his throat.

Cal pulled away. Only then was I aware of how saturated with cum Jane’s lower body had become. Besides dripping from her pussy and ass, from navel to knees she was covered in sticky sex fluids, most of it ejaculate. I recalled something Dave Henson had told me, “Good sex is wet and sticky.” Jane was having good sex, and she’d never forget the night.

I rounded up a few more men from the living room and back yard patio to sample Jane’s pussy, ensuring finally that each man had visited her at least once. I counted twenty-four men at the party and eighteen women. I realized that I’d been with half of the women, leaving three of them - Sheila, Ally, and Fran - to other hands and cocks.

Rita found me again, and pulled me over to one of the exercise mats in a corner of the living room. We coupled and took our time making love as we talked about tonight’s experience, how Jane would feel, and the right words to talk Jane down from her gangbang high, and up from the crashing low once she realized what a huge slut she’d been. Rita had been there only a month or two earlier.

Rita laughed, “A gangbang is the most fun and most empowering thing a woman can do. Everyone would think it’s degrading, but it’s not - I guess it’s point of view. ‘You’ have decided to fuck all these men - a conscious decision and vote for personal pleasure. But then you realize what a slut you are, and then you remember all the orgasms and cum and all the good stuff, but then you get depressed again because you think you’re the most depraved woman on the planet. You get the idea: up, down, up, down - an emotional roller coaster.”

The evening ended for us about two in the morning. Most of the men were beyond a short recovery time, and most of the women were sated with satisfaction, even the sapphic pairings.

Much to Jane’s surprise, several women had come and cleaned her up with tongues lapping up the overflowing juices from her body. Jane also told me she hadn’t swallowed so much cum in her life, both direct from the source, as well as jism snowballed with her from some of the women. She looked happy.

Sheila rode in front with me, while Jane, barely wearing any clothes on the warm summer night, cuddled in the backseat with Fran and Ally. I thought I even heard her have a couple of orgasms during the thirty-minute drive home. Even back in the apartment, Jane wanted to keep going with Ally, who welcomed Jane’s advances. The pair sixty-nined on the living room floor while I watched and stroked my cock, awaiting a chance to fuck Jane properly. After a couple of orgasms each, Ally headed off to bed, and I cuddled Jane to me on the sofa.

Jane squirmed around as I went to hold her. She insisted, “Put your cock inside me. I want you to make love to me - I want to fuck some more. I could take a hundred more cocks tonight I’m so horny, but all I really want is yours.”

I allowed Jane to assume the woman-on-top position as I penetrated upwards into her still squishy pussy. She guessed she’d gotten upwards of thirty loads of cum in her cunt, and a third that number on her face or in her mouth.

Jane said in an amazed tone, “I am such a slut now … and I guess I was before, I just didn’t know how much of a promiscuous woman I really am. God, I fucked twenty-four men, every man at the party, and some of them came back for seconds because they liked my tight little pussy, although I got a little soggy after the first ten guys.” She wiggled her pussy around my cock as she sat atop my waist.

I kissed her, “You had a good time. Did you get what you wanted tonight?”

Jane chuckled, “Cock, cock, cock. Yes, I got what I wanted.” I could tell that she was riding a high.

We enjoyed a lazy fuck with each other, but after five minutes tears started to flow down Jane’s cheeks. She fell into my arms, “Oh, God. I really am a slut - a huge, nasty, dirty slut. What man would ever want to touch me again? I’m a street whore with no morals - a foul, filthy tramp who’ll fuck anything with a cock.” Suddenly, she started to sob into my shoulder.

I wrapped Jane in my arms, and showered her with kisses. Between the kisses I talked her ‘up’ from her sudden depression at what she’d done for the past eight hours. “Jane, I want you. I love you. I don’t think you’re anything other than a marvelous, beautiful woman who did a brave thing for herself tonight. You pushed so many of your boundaries in directions you’d never thought about. You are courageous and daring. You’ve had a rare experience only a handful of women on this planet have experienced, and you not only survived you had a hundred orgasms in the process.”

Jane wailed, “But I fucked everyone!”

“Yes, and made all the men and some of the women at the party very happy. You should be happy, too. You weren’t drunk or drugged out; no one forced you; you chose to have sex in a way that you deemed satisfying. I wish I had the capacity to do what you did.”

Jane snorted and sniffed, “But men can’t do that … have back-to-back orgasms. Except you can get close to it sometimes.”

I said, “But a hundred or more in one night is impossible, even for me. You may have set a record. Be happy about what you did.”

Jane sniffed some more, her tears slowing. She said haltingly, “You really love me?”

“Truly, madly, deeply,” I told her as I kissed her again.

“But all those people at the party saw me get fucked over and over.”

I said, “And, don’t you think most of the women there have been on that massage table in the past doing the same thing you did tonight? Jean Henson, the girls’ mother, told me she did one of those gangbangs once a year and loved it. Rita did one a few months ago.”

“They have?”

“Jane, the party last night was a sex party, and every get together they have is like that. From time to time, I know one of the women there does what you did. It’s fun. It creates an experience you never forget because it’s soooooo outrageous. Not one person that was there thinks less of you because of what you did; in fact, I bet it’s quite the opposite - here’s this new girl who’s a little aloof and shy and unknown at first, and suddenly she’s one of the gang, doing what we’ve all done from time to time - getting everyone to fuck her lights out.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better?”

“No, I’m not. Why do you think Lyle had that massage table so handy? I’ll give you a hint; he doesn’t give massages at his house. The table gets used for exactly what you did. Why do you think all the men knew exactly what to do, and the women, too? They’ve all done it before, and many times. I do confess it was my first time at a gangbang, but I’m relatively new to that group, plus the lifestyle.”

Jane was silent for a long time, and we just kept up our motions into and out of each other’s bodies to maintain the intercourse. Eventually, I heard Jane snicker, “It was kind of fun, and everyone was so kind and accommodating to my mood, and you’re right, I’ll remember forever; and, well I did peak out with orgasms and got more cum than the rest of my life put together, and it felt so good for so long.”

“That’s the way to think about this. You should know that I kept checking on you to be sure you were alright. I also talked to Jean and Rita about what to expect after the evening ended, and your alternating highs and lows are exactly what they’ve gone through - exactly.”

“I liked Rita … and she did a gangbang, too. That makes me feel better.”

“About two months ago, yes. I hope you feel better. We’ll talk about it some more, but rethink everything I just said. You are a wonderful, loving, and daring person, and I love you. You could talk to Jean or Rita tomorrow if you want; they’ll tell you how they felt and how they now think about what they did.”

Jane said, “I want to tell somebody what I did.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know yet.”

About then I felt Jane’s vagina start to pulsate around my cock, milking the cum from my body. I allowed myself to jettison the last of my body fluids into her body as I filled Jane’s cunt with semen. After we recovered, I picked up Jane and carried her into the bedroom. I wrapped her in my arms and made sure she was asleep before I allowed myself to wander off into dreamland.

Chapter 25 - Aches. Pam

To no one’s surprise, Jane woke up with a sore vagina late Sunday morning. Fran prepared a sitz bath for her, and got her relaxing in the tub. When she got out, Fran also had some lotion and internal female cream that soothed the area. Despite Jane’s desire to couple, she didn’t have sex with any of us.

I used part of Sunday to reestablish my love with Fran, Sheila, and Ally, making love with each of them one at a time. Jane initially thought it awkward knowing I was fucking someone in the bedroom while she and the others sat in the living room reading or doing other things, but as the afternoon went on, it became the new ‘normal’.

Before dinner, I took a walk with Jane down to Harvard and around the square. She had another bout of second thoughts about her slutty behavior. This time, to her surprise, I used a little reverse psychology and agreed with her.

I told her, “Jane, I agree. You are the sluttiest woman on the east coast. You fucked twenty-four men and a few women, and had a shitload of orgasms. You must be trying for an award of some kind - the sluttiest person on the planet.”

Jane’s mouth fell open and she looked at me in shock.

I went on, “Yep. You’ll get to work tomorrow and everyone at TCI will know exactly what you did last night. Heck, there are pictures probably all over the Internet now, plus videos of you putting out for every cock you could find.”

In a worried tone, Jane stuttered, “Pictures? Videos?”

“But it’s the rumor mill that will grind you up and spit you out in little pieces. Everyone at TCI will know what a slut works there - a senior director, too. Right now, the telephone lines between TCI staff are humming with how you degraded yourself and fucked everyone you could find. Heck, ‘slut’ is a kind word for some of what they’re calling you. Heck, every male cock in TCI will want to sink into your slippery cunt. Some of the women will want some private time with you, too, because you’ve now broken through the slut barrier and go both ways - men and women.

“I bet some of the men try to book appointments with you or set up dates with you, because now you’re a sure thing. If Jane gets near a cock, she’ll fuck it … or want it to fuck her. Yep, your reputation at TCI is toast.

“You really think people will know? How will …”

I interrupted her; “You know you’re going to have to change your whole approach to life now. You’ll WANT to fuck all those cocks and lick all those pussies. You’re going to have Marge schedule time in your day when two or three people can come into your office, you shut and lock the door, you all strip, and then fuck each other’s brains out. There’ll be a sign-up sheet that’s booked up months in advance.”

Jane now started to see I had nicely led her from the reality of her depression and what she’d done into some far-fetched fantasy that could be laughed at.

Jane nuzzled her face into my chest. “God, Steve, I love you. Thank you. You know just the right things to say to get me to see the folly of my depression. I DID love last night, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I promise I won’t get so ‘down’ on myself again.”

I kissed her, “Jane, you may be a slut, but you’re MY slut, and I love you. Don’t forget that. I like what you did, and as I said last night, I think it took a lot of courage to do that. You aren’t to be condemned; you’re to be congratulated.”

We walked some more, and I added, “You said you had to tell someone. Just be careful, because whomever you tell just might be the focal point for what starts in the rumor mill.”

Jane said, “I will. Hey, you mentioned pictures and videos. Did anyone do that?”

I pulled my iPhone from my pocked. After flipping through some secure apps, I held the phone for Jane to see. I had six pictures of her on her back fucking different men, plus a three-minute video of her screaming for more cock as she tried to master the cock pumping away in her cunt, and two near her mouth.

Jane looked shocked. I said, “I’ll put them up on the Internet if you want, … otherwise they’ll never see the light of day except for you and me - me when you’re not around and I need some jerkoff material.”

Jane whispered, “I want copies.” She laughed with a lecherous tone. I know whom I’m going to tell and I want to show them from my own phone.” I airdropped the stuff to her phone, and showed her how to get them into a secure app that only she could access with a six-digit password.

Monday morning, we departed early for New Jersey. We were groggy from getting up so early, so our conversation was functional, even in the car on the way to TCI headquarters. Once there we each headed in different directions to get started on the week’s business activities.

I put together a Wednesday evening cocktail party for the project personnel from FDC and the project people from TCI. On short notice, and with help from Marge, Jane’s secretary, we got a band, a caterer, a bartender for an open bar, and a large space upstairs at an upscale restaurant called The Giraffe that was walking distance from the TCI office and parking garage.

By six-thirty on Wednesday, over a hundred-fifty people crowded into the space I’d rented and were enjoying themselves. Jane and I circulated separately trying to get the two groups of people to interact, to dance, to talk to each other, and to make friends. We accomplished those goals as the evening wore on, although I wished there’d been more interaction.

Things started to wind down about nine-thirty. Pam Goodwin, one of the first project leaders from TCI that I met, latched onto me, and we had a long conversation about traveling, consulting, our backgrounds, and so on. We also got in a couple of slow dances together. To my pleasure, Pam snuggled right into me for the slow dances. Despite that, I tried to keep things professional.

Pam looked sort of like Scarlet Johannson, the actress: long dark brunette hair, stacked, pretty eyes that could read my soul, and a personality that seemed to invite flirting and that hinted at wanting to do more than just dance and talk. Given the setting and my professionalism, I managed to keep everything above board with her.

Just as I felt that we were going to continue a mild and mundane conversation, Pam leaned in close to me and whispered, “Next time you have a party like you and Jane went to on Saturday, I want you to take me. I’d love to be in a gangbang with twenty-four big cocks.” She grinned as she pulled back from our dance position to see my reaction.

You could hear my sharp intake of air at her comment. My jaw must have dropped open, and I’m sure you could have flown a 747 around inside my mouth it was so exposed. My brain made a dozen connections, and now I knew who Jane had talked to … had shared her experience with.

“Errr, I’m not sure what you mean?” My response was automatic and waffling, attempting to maintain some innocence and preserve our various reputations. I figured that denial was good, just in case.

Pam elbowed me in jest, “Oh, sure you know. The sex party and Jane’s gangbang. She even showed me the video of her you took, and the snapshots. I am so jealous. I want one, too. Most of all, I want you to be my lead-off lover.”

My head swiveled around to be sure no one else could overhear her remarks. The room had thinned out; there were only a dozen or so people left, and most of them looked as though they were packing up to head home.

I turned back to Pam and stammered out as neutral a response as I could think; “Well, I guess we’ll see.” I needed to talk to Jane to see how much she’d told Pam, but from her few comments it must have been a lot.

The live band ended their set and started to fold up their instruments. I went and thanked them, as well as the wait staff that had worked with us all evening. When I looked around for Jane and Pam, they were both gone. I knew I’d see Jane in about twenty minutes, since I was staying at her house again. We’d have our talk then.

I got my things together, settled up our tab with the restaurant, and headed to Jane’s home. I parked behind her car in the driveway, and went in, using the key she’d given me.

A voice from upstairs said, “Up here, Lover. Come to bed. I need you.”

I knew from an aside at the reception that Jane wanted to make love tonight. Any aches from the weekend had ceased. I never felt anything other than desire to be with her, so I dropped my briefcase, and trotted up the stairs pulling my tie off, and shedding my blazer.

I walked into the dimly lit bedroom and came to an abrupt stop. There on the bed lay not only a nude Jane, but also a very naked Pam. Both women were posed in a way that revealed every aspect of their feminine wiles to me.

Jane gleefully said, “Surprise!” She gestured with both hands to her naked friend.

I smiled and pulled clothes from my body as fast as I could. I got on the bed in front of the two women who now had their arms around each other as they kissed and fondled each other’s breasts both for their benefit and for mine.

“I figured out that you talked to Pam about Saturday.”

Jane chuckled, “No detail was too small to leave out.”

“And you trust her with that knowledge, and that she won’t tell others or misuse it.”

“Implicitly, totally, and without reservation.”

“I accept your trust as my own then.”

As we’d talked Pam kept smiling at me, but also studying my rapidly inflating shaft. Finally, it was too much for her, she reached forward and took my shaft in her small hands, fondling and running her fingers all over my tube and balls. Before I could say anything further, she shifted position so she could take me into her mouth.

Jane said, “We both want to make love with you tonight, Pam especially. She’s had the hots for you since she met you on your first day here - just like me. I’m content to watch and orchestrate and take whatever’s leftover. Make love to her.” Jane came and kissed me, allowing me to finger her wet pussy enough to elicit a moan.

“Oh, someone’s been thinking about sex all day.” I brought my finger to my mouth and licked.

“Yeah, and it got worse when I spent an hour behind a locked door with Pam over lunch telling her about Saturday.”

“What made you start?”

“I had to talk to someone - an outsider. We’ve shared other ‘hot’ stuff before - mostly from her life, so we know we can trust each other. Our talk brought a few other things to our attention. She’s wanted some intimate time with me in a bisexual way, she wants to get fucked by you and have more of a relationship, and she would love to be part of a gangbang and everything else we did on Saturday - maybe with your crowd up north.”

Pam looked up from my crotch, “Time to fuck me, then we can talk and make nice.” Her grin was a mile wide and showed her eagerness.

On that note, Pam lay back and invited me to her cunt. I couldn’t turn down a welcome like that from such a beautiful young woman, and so in seconds we were doing the dirty, and Pam proved to be an adept lover who was as involved in the action as I was. I’d noted at the Saturday orgy how some women lay back and waited for paradise to overtake them, while others were as eager as the men to bring pleasure and so they thrust their pussies towards the men, assumed unusual positions where they could also pump and piston as well as the men, instead of being passive players. Pam fit in the latter category.

Jane watched the two of us as she rubbed her clit, fingered her hole, and talked dirty to the two of us. Pam egged her on, “Come on, Jane. Why don’t you suck on my breasts, or get your fingers down on my clit instead of your own - or in addition to your own. Let’s see if the three of us can cum together. Oh, God, Steve, you are a marvelous lover and you are hitting places inside me that rarely get attention. Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum in … right … NOW!”

Pam’s first heavenly experience with me swept through her body leaving a shaking and quaking young woman as her cunt spasmed irregularly around my rigid cock. The experience almost tipped me over the edge, but I had plans for a much longer session with my new playmate.

As Pam obviously wanted to savor her afterglow for a moment, I yanked my shaft from her body with an audible ‘pop,’ pushed Jane onto her back, and was inside her in less than five seconds. Jane moaned in joy at my sudden incursion inside her body, and then threw her arms around me and kissed me hard with a lot of passionate tongue action. We spoke words of love to each other, and Pam swooned in sympathy beside us.

“You two are so romantic and loving. I hope I can earn a place like that in both your lives.” Pam’s words surprised both of us.

Jane urged me back to Pam after a few minutes, and so I reversed the process, even with the ‘pop’ as I pulled from Jane. Pam welcomed me with kisses and further passionate action. Again and again, I brought Pam to an orgasm, each one more expansive and impactful than the last, until she found herself in a state of continuous climax, groaning and writhing around my cock as the waves of bliss consumed her every pore.

“Ooooooooooooh, Gooooooood. Neeeevvvveeeerrrr ssssttttoooopppp.”

I filled Pam’s interior canyon with my cum finally, succumbing to her spasms and passion. I fell into her arms and we cuddled and kissed with renewed passion. I reached out and pulled Jane into our experience, making it more of a threesome. If there were a shared love experience between the three of it, the next few minutes epitomized those feelings.

We dozed but none of us wanted to lose contact with the others. We were a new set of connections.

Eventually, Pam asked me to make love to Jane while she watched us. We did, and then repeated the merging of our three bodies in a shared afterglow experience. We were vibrant and so alive; I knew I couldn’t sleep. After Pam and Jane seemed asleep, I got up and covered the two of them with a light blanket, and then went down to the kitchen to have a cup of tea.

Just as I put the tea bag in my cup, Pam appeared in her naked splendor. I pulled down a second mug from the cabinet, and without asking made tea for her. After we sat down, Pam sat in my lap, exciting me so much that after a minute, she rose slightly, repositioned herself, and sat again, this time with my cock embedded inside her. We kissed in a tender and caring way.

Pam whispered, “You are so easy to love. I know it’s too early to say that in our relationship … our friendship … but I feel that way right now.”

“So, do I. We’ll see where this takes us.”

Pam said, “Jane told me about your harem.”

“Oh, a harem. I haven’t heard that term. The three women in my life in Cambridge are sisters.”

“I heard, and then you also make love to their mother, and many other friends.”

“True. Does that bother you?”

“No. Not a bit. I’m enthralled and curious. I want to see it and bask in it and relish it. I also won’t spread that around.”

I asked, “You’re alone?”

Pam ground her cunt down on my shaft in an exciting way, “No, I’m married, and it’s sort of a complex relationship. No children yet, but we have them in our family plan.”

Pam’s admission surprised me. “Errr, what was tonight then, an experiment at infidelity?”

“No, no! Pete and Bob know I’m here with the two of you, and I am here with their blessing. I think they and you think alike a lot. They hope to join us sometime when the time is right.”

“They?”

“Yes. I live in a threesome with two guys. They’re both on the west coast all week, and … well, I get horny after being away from them for only a half hour, so you can imagine how I’m feeling Wednesday night when they’ve been away since Sunday morning.”

“Well, I’m glad we’ve found a constructive way to help out. Does Jane know about your threesome?”

“I mentioned it, but I don’t think she took it in.” Pam ground her cute buttocks around my pubes, keeping me hard inside her. “Jane would like Pete and Bob. I can envision a time when they make love a lot because they love each other and have so many common interests.”

Pam went on to tell me more about her husband, where and how they lived, their other experiments with polyamory, and then their life histories. She got me talking more about my relationship with Fran, Sheila, and Ally, Aidan, and then the Reddicks, Dunns, Hensons, and the other couples and individuals in Massachusetts.

All the while we talked we sipped our tea and fucked in a beautiful way that celebrated the connection we were making with each other on multiple levels: mind, body, and spirit. Eventually, as Pam came, I shot another load up inside her sexual warmth. The experience was heavenly.

When the after-fuck tingles and glow had passed, I lifted Pam up and set her on the edge of the kitchen counter. I put her legs over my shoulders, and then started to feast on her pussy - the same pussy that slowly gave up the cum I’d shot into her twice that night.

Pam exclaimed in awe, “My God, you’re eating your own jizz.”

“Mmmmm,” I said with a tone of delight. I pulled away, “Yes, but it’s mixed with your inner juices and doesn’t taste bad at all.” I lunged back into her pussy with vigor.

“You’re even more wonderful than Jane said. I can’t wait to learn more about you. You’ve already got my heart, and my head is following rapidly.”

While my act surprised her, Pam relished the experience and enjoyed several orally-induced orgasms before suggesting we go back to bed.

Then, feeling the relaxation and contentment of our new and deeper connections, Pam and I returned to the bedroom, snuggled up to Jane and slept.

At breakfast the next day, I took a picture of Pam and Jane sitting nude on the kitchen table and both looking coy. Once I got to work I sent it to Fran, Sheila, and Ally, and explained that I had a new friend and lover in New Jersey. Replies were immediate: “We love her,” “Bring her home with Jane,” and “Can’t wait to meet her; she’s gorgeous.” They all added something to the effect about enjoying her the rest of the week, and I knew that meant in a sexual way.

Pam spent the rest of the week with Jane and me, at least outside of working hours. We were a good combination, obviously liked each other a lot, made love easily and without any sign of possessiveness, and gradually learned more and more about each other.

I left Friday afternoon to head home. Pam planned to spend that night showing Jane exactly how good a sapphic lover she could be ‘without me getting in the way’. Bob and Pete got home on Saturday morning on a red-eye from the west coast, and Pam had also decided that the two men should come and make love to Jane as part of their welcome home festivities. I thought Jane would enjoy that, particularly since she’d had the gangbang and experienced so many other males penetrating her lovely body.

Chapter 26 - New Man

I spent the weekend making love to someone morning, noon, and night, and I sure wasn’t complaining. Friday night I got a colossal welcome home from my three girls. Aidan had been away since Wednesday morning, so they were more than horny by the time I got home since he hadn’t been keeping them ‘occupied.’ Saturday, after openers, we went out to the Hensons, where Jean kept me going most of the afternoon and Dave attended to his daughters. That evening Sean and Rita came over to the Hensons and the party continued. Sunday, Aidan returned and the two of us kept Fran, Sheila, and Ally busy and happy all day, switching around frequently as we put on little sex shows for each other.

Aidan developed a kink where he wanted to have sex in public. He got all of us involved in his shenanigans on Sunday evening. We went down to Harvard Square for dinner, and after dinner we walked around looking for park benches on the campus, or alleys, or other indiscrete spots where we could fuck with a high likelihood of being seen. We were generally successful, and no one called the cops. Heck, in most places, at least one guy and a few couples stopped to watch us banging away, usually in a standing doggie position.

Monday morning, I flew back to New Jersey to continue working on the TCI projects. When I got to their headquarters, I stuck my head in Jane’s office after saying hello to Marge, her secretary. Jane was meeting with another person, but gave me a wave of greeting. I left her alone.

I connected with the other consultants from my company and we started to create outlines for several of the major documentation deliverables. My idea for systems development in this part of the job was to create the draft documentation for the software, and then work backwards into the actual design specification and then the coding. The technique seemed to be working well, since it focused the team on what the end result should look like instead of having their head down in data elements and lines of code on a screen. By the end of the day, we were all tired but had accomplished a week’s worth of work in eight hours. Everyone felt good, so I offered to take the team out to dinner.

I texted Jane my plan to go out, and a few minutes later got a text back, “Good idea. I have to work late. Bring me home a dinner please. I’ll see you at home around nine. Love, J.” This worked well. We went to the Old Mill Inn and spent most of the evening in the tavern part, drinking and eating bar food. About eight-thirty we started to bid each other good night. I ordered a take-out quiche for Jane, and happily delivered it to her exactly at nine as I pulled into her driveway behind her.

Jane wolfed down the quiche, as she slowly revealed her weekend to me. First off, she gave me a hard-on describing how she and Pam had made love Friday evening and into the night. Jane had revealed her ‘toy box’ that she kept in a drawer in her bedside table, and the two had worked their way through every toy on each other until they’d lost count of the sapphic orgasms delivered or received.

Pam had picked up Bob and Pete at the airport as planned, and after taking them home to shower and change, brought them over to Jane’s for an afternoon barbecue and then a fuck session that didn’t end until Sunday evening. Jane looked very pleased with herself.

I asked, “So what happens now?”

Jane chuckled, “Well, you fuck me and I fuck you well into the night, we sleep, and then we get up and go to work. Late Tuesday afternoon, you and I fly to Kansas City to review projects there the rest of the week. Oh, yes, there’s a surprise en route.”

“Huh? Surprise?”

“Yes, Pam’s is coming with us. She’s responsible for the largest two of the six projects in KC, and wanted to be there for those reviews. Of course, she also wanted to be there when you pull your Willie out of your pants and start to fuck ripe female bodies. I believe she wanted to be one of them, and I know I certainly do.”

Somewhat in jest I said, “I don’t fuck, I make love.” I pulled Jane to me and planted a rather passionate kiss on her lips.

After a minute, Jane pulled away and fanned her face with one hand. “I’ll say, and I do love you, and I love making love with you. I guess I fucked around so much this weekend that I’m using that cruder term for our activities.”

“You didn’t like the guys this weekend, only their ability to fill your pussy and deliver a few orgasms?” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

Jane answered in a more serious tone, “The two guys are Pam’s partners. I didn’t want to pull any romantic stuff with either of them lest I irritate her. That said, I really liked Bob and Pete a lot - a whole lot. I could fall in love with either or both of them, and I think they felt the same way about me. We minced words when we were cuddling after making love, but I felt like we each wanted to say something significant to the other.”

“Did you talk to Pam about it?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well, I think some evening this week you two should talk about how you feel and how you think they felt. Pam is being very open with us, and even sharing her body with us in many ways. I certainly felt that the two of us were more than just a hot fuck for each other. I bet she won’t mind in the least, and further, that she’ll encourage you.”

Jane pondered that reversal in her thinking.

When the food was gone and the kitchen cleaned, I led Jane up to ‘our’ bedroom. I noted that I had started calling it ‘our’ bedroom, and she didn’t object. I had started to wonder where all of this was going, particularly when the various consulting jobs for TCI ended, and I was no longer traveling to New Jersey. Maybe they’d never end, and this was my motivation to sell more business into TCI so I could keep coming back.

The two of us made sweet love with each other, an event that warmed our hearts and certainly made me feel very protective and loving towards Jane. I could feel the same vibes from her. We were on the same page. After two rounds of lovemaking, I cradled Jane in my arms, we whispered words of love to one another, and we drifted off to sleep.

Tuesday proved to be a challenging day, but at three o’clock, Jane, Pam, and I made a mad dash for Newark Airport and barely made a four-thirty flight to Kansas City. We had economy seats, and I took the middle seat of three with Jane by the window and Pam on the aisle. Only five minutes after takeoff, both Pam and Jane were asleep on my shoulders. The flight attendant walked by, looked at the two of them snuggled into me, gave me a wink, and finished her patrol of the aisle. I put my head back and dozed off, too.

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Jane’s secretary had arranged connecting rooms for us at the Intercontinental, only about a mile from the KC TCI office. We took dinner and drinks in the hotel restaurant, and then walked around the scenic square just across a small river from the hotel. After that we went back to the hotel, stripped our clothing off, and Jane had me make love to Pam, much to Pam’s delight.

I prolonged the experience using the techniques I’d learned in my Tantric sex class, and as a result Pam had so many orgasms she eventually begged me to give her a rest and to transfer my affections to Jane. I did exactly that, but then went back to Pam after thirty minutes, and finished both off in a series of explosive climaxes.

Pam had become a blithering sexpot during our lovemaking. I whispered to Pam that I had very loving feelings for her and wanted her in my life forever. She told me that she’d fallen in love with me, and so we made out some more as Jane lingered nearby kissing each of us. Eventually, I nudged Jane to start the discussion with Pam that we’d talked about the night before. Given where Pam and I were, I thought it would be a good time to bring up how she felt.

Jane hemmed and hawed a little, but then figured out how to express her feelings. “Pam, you know I love you, and I’m tiptoeing to be sure I don’t hurt you. I want to tell you that this weekend I was having the same kind of feelings toward Bob and Pete … and, unless I really misread them, I thought they were leaning my direction, too.” Jane’s statement sounded somewhat mechanical and rehearsed, but it got the message across.

Jane had the wisdom to make that statement and then shut up and let Pam process what she’d just said. I kissed the two of them.

After a minute, Pam said, “Well, after making love with Steve - and falling for him, this’ll sound odd to some, but I continue to love Bob and Pete. One of the reasons why is that they give me the freedom to do this, and even to develop other emotional attachments, although this is the first time I’ve had feelings of love over someone other than the two of them.”