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(Note to Readers: This nine-part story follows a young, straight, American couple from serious dating to marriage and parenthood, and from exclusive sex to separate side action, swinging, and group sex. All characters are at least 18 years old. The sex includes interracial and lesbian. The previous four parts are recapped to some extent, but if you read those parts first, you’ll follow along better and also read a lot more sex. Click on my author name above, or the stories link, to find them.)
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July 2013:
On Independence Day, Sam and Kendra joined the crowd at Dan and Kelly’s cookout. Now a month into their own home ownership, Kendra and Sam peppered their hosts with questions about heat pumps and leaf-proof gutters and garage floor cleanup. This distracted them as they waited for their first meeting with Joan’s boyfriend, which Kendra had put off for fear of making her best friend worry that he might get hot for Kendra.
Also distracting them, but not helpfully, was their hosts’ one-year-old, Brian, who toddled through the house and yard that were much larger than Sam and Kendra’s.
As they watched Dan play with his son, Kendra held Sam’s arm and quietly said, “You know I want this. Is it okay that I’m really anxious, and don’t think I’m ready?”
“Of course,” he said.
“Thanks. I hope your vote can influence my biological clock.”
“You’re twenty-six.”
“If that was supposed to calm me down, it didn’t work.”
Kelly’s parents were there to help look after Brian, so Kelly had some free time to show off her achievement of a halter-and-shorts body. Hearing her former bridesmaid chat about how Brian had weaned himself made Kendra grateful to see Joan arrive, and bring the more immediate anxiety to the foreground.
Kendra was subdued as she and Joan hugged. When Joan introduced Stu, Kendra wasn’t even close to bubbly, which she had been when learning that Joan and Stu had become a couple.
“So nice to meet you at last,” said Kendra, calmed by photo exchanges that prepared her for Stu’s ranginess, and his sandy hair, and the thick, wide mustache that was absolutely right for him.
“Same here,” he said, with a low drawl. Kendra almost froze, wanting to get very, very close.
“Sam, right?” said Stu, shifting off of Kendra. “I’ll want to pick your brains about getting a hybrid or an all-electric, but I ought to let you have a day off.”
“No problem,” said Sam with a chortle. “I like to flaunt what I claim to know.”
“Well, Joan should introduce you to everyone else,” said Kendra, almost brusquely. “See you soon.” She then pulled Sam away to nowhere in particular.
“He didn’t stare at your boobs,” Sam murmured.
“Because the top I’m wearing might as well be a flour sack,” Kendra returned. “God, I don’t want Joan to hate me!”
Kendra kept avoiding Joan and Stu. She was in the kitchen prepping the seven-layer dip she had brought along, when Joan, alone, approached her.
“What’s with you?” Joan asked. “A world-class case of PMS?”
“I’m trying to keep the field clear for you,” said Kendra with a worried look. “If I’m friendly, he might take it as flirting.”
“With you, there’s no difference. And as for a clear field, have you seen Diane and Rita? They practically jumped him.”
Kendra looked closely at her best friend. “And you’re…okay with it,” was Kendra’s analysis. “Oh Joanie, can you really be…confident about this?”
Joan let a smile show. “Yeah. We’ve really gotten to know each other.”
Kendra hugged her. “I’m so glad I left you alone!”
Joan patted her back but then separated. “I think that helped a lot. But now, please be you. We want you and Sam in our lives.”
“Of course!” Kendra returned, then slipped in a reference to one of Joan and Stu’s shared interests. “And I’ll have no trouble at all keeping my hands off that classical sculpture.”
Joan glanced around, and guided Kendra to a hall off the kitchen. Her lips barely moved as she said, “That may not be necessary.”
Kendra blinked. “What may not?”
Joan took a breath. “Remember the bachelorette party?”
Kendra put a finger on her cheek in mock-uncertainty. “Uh, maybe…was that the wildest moment of my life? Yeah, think so. Plus, Sam and I watch the video now and then.” Lately they had spent more time watching their wedding night and honeymoon vids.
“The wildest moment of my life, too,” Joan said, still quietly. “Not just having sex, but with other people there. And you. We’d shared so much before, but then we shared total physical abandon.” She stopped, looked away.
Kendra murmured, “You can keep going. It’s me.”
Joan looked back, half-smiling. “Don’t worry, this isn’t a gay thing. When I get myself off, it’s from thinking about men. Anyway, what I learned at your party is that I’m okay with sex that isn’t private and one-on-one. Uh, not just okay.” After a pause: “If this is too much, stop me.”
“Oh no, Honey,” said Kendra, easing them further down the empty hall, bahis firmaları barely able to contain herself. “You saw how I felt about it. And Sam’s party was like that. We got to thinking that we, um, have the same opinion you do.” Then, in a whisper: “And we’ve done something about it.”
Joan jolted, red curls sent swaying. “Are you saying…you’ve explored, uh, that scene?”
“Yes. But let’s put that part on hold.” Now Kendra needed a breath, and then another. “You’re thinking, you and Stu and me and Sam?”
“It’s a fantasy, I’ll be perfectly happy if—”
“You can’t un-say this. Does the fantasy involve you getting planked by my husband?”
“Our friendship, you and me, is way more important than some silly, irresponsible—”
“And you don’t get any twitches about me clamping my pussy around Mr. Classical Sculpture?”
Joan took a breath. “I do, but I know Stu, and we’ve already admitted being attracted to other people. If we’re going to do this…I want to start with people I care about.”
Now Kendra had to suppress a squeal as she hugged Joan again. “I, I can’t speak for Sam, but for me this is a complete and total yes-please! But first, can we just socialize a while? With me not acting like a glacier?”
“I was going to ask for that, yeah.”
“I think Sam and Stu will male-bond okay.” said Kendra. “I won’t break this to him ’til later.” Then she cocked an eyebrow at her BFF. “How long have you had the hots for Sam?”
“I liked him when you first introduced me.” Joan’s smile went crooked. “And then you two went health-crazy before the wedding, and it got through to me that he was becoming a hunk. And by inference, the way you two swept each other off your feet, it was obvious that he had to be a major fuckload.”
“He is,” Kendra said nonchalantly. “Will that be a problem for Stu, if we’re all in the same room?”
“We better be in the same room, because I have plans for both of them. And I’d say Stu’s got game.” Then Joan clearly enjoyed this whisper: “You’ll find out.”
Now Kendra did squeal, and Joan chuckled at the sight of the Kendra she knew.
Meanwhile, out in the yard…
Sam’s friend Landon had lately gotten into home brewing, and he brought samples. The guys who agreed to the tasting were relieved when Sam, after forcing down a mouthful, said, “How long did you have to wait for the panther to piss?” The laughter overcame Landon’s defense on balancing hops and yeast.
Sam had been introducing Stu around, and Stu now got into a group talking sports. This gave Landon a chance to get Sam aside. “Met up recently with a friend of yours.”
“Who’s that?”
Landon’s look was alert and amused. “Robin.”
“Oh,” said Sam. The bachelor party, always a rich memory, reached the top of Sam’s mind. Robin, with her nice body and nice face and good dancing, but most of all her vivacity. Sam cherished that, and now missed it. “How did you meet up?”
“I was in the club. Still a single guy, no obligations, right? Her dance was terrific. I had a chance to chat with her later.” His smile broadened. “I didn’t have to bring up the party. She asked about you.”
“And you told her I was happily married to the bachelorette who was partying at the same time, right?”
“Of course,” said Sam’s best man. “And she seemed as happy about that as she is about everything else.”
“Well, it’s good to hear that she’s doing well. If we can ever really know that about someone in her line of work.”
“Her contract with the club lets her free-lance. She gave me her card.” He leaned in closer. “She said she wouldn’t mind at all if I passed it along to you.”
Sam hoped his smile didn’t look pained. “I’m not in the market for a stripper right now. You keep it. But when you see her again, please give her my best.”
Landon opened his mouth, but Sam quickly added, “Best regards.”
Soon after, with paper plates full of what their hosts grilled, Kendra and Joan and Sam and Stu were on lawn chairs, and Kendra was relieved to be her friendly, chatty self.
Stu was a structural engineer, and Sam did his own brain-picking on plans to remodel their post-WWII three-bedroom house. Kendra and Joan mostly listened and ate, sharing a smile at how casually, confidently male their guys were.
The conversation shifted around, and Stu said to Kendra, “I was afraid I’d done something wrong when we were introduced. So that mood had nothing to do with me?”
“Oh no,” said Kendra, grinning. “It was just a world class case of PMS.”
Joan snickered, then looked around. “Well, that didn’t make all the men head for the hills.”
Ostentatiously, Sam put on a confused expression and slowly counted on his fingers.
“Shut up!” Kendra told him, half-chortling.
“I didn’t say anything. It was all mime.”
The ride home was interesting, with information about a potential new foursome and hearsay that a past lover still remembered Sam.
Kendra had first thought that the day’s excitement would make her want high-energy kaçak iddaa banging, but Sam went for slow and sensual, starting with foreplay, his fingers firm and his tongue flexible. This both gave her a nice surprise and built her desire by making her wait, with a gradual ascent to pleasure. “Sometimes,” she said languidly, “you know my body better than I do.”
At Kendra’s prompting, they put on the video of Sam’s party, and configured as they usually did to watch video in the bedroom, in doggystyle. Sam stayed slow and sensual. When the video advanced to Sam’s fuck with Robin, he and Kendra both heated at the sight of Robin’s varied, sustained ecstasy.
“If she’s interested,” said Kendra, thrilling to his thickening, “I’d join her to gang you.”
“You and I have a lot going on right now,” he said, then added, “I’d like to, but I don’t know what it’s like for her, doing what she does.”
She turned her blissful face to him. “Thank you for loving me while you feel your memory of her.”
He chuckled, and sped up his fingering of her breasts. “Thank you for loving me while you think about Stu.”
“That is happening now,” she admitted, feeling her rush towards climax, “and you better save some dirty-mindshare for Joan.”
Then her contractions and moans began.
***
August 2013:
Kendra was now in charge of her travel agency, as a franchisee, because that looked like the best way to shore up the struggling business. She was spared a tough personnel decision, when an agent left to try something else. Kendra then made a different tough decision, to skip a new hire and share responsibilities among herself and the other three employees. The workdays were long and grueling, and she second-guessed having agreed to free up a weekend for a new excursion in swinging. Fortunately, Sam was able to maintain their house renovation and keep her fed, massaged, and banged, and he did all the driving to get them to Polly’s Amorous Retreat.
Their comfort level in this lifestyle had evolved since their first orgy. Sometimes in a group setting they’d start together but then split up for a while to seek different action. They were also on good terms with Morry and Nadine, high-level swingers who had worried them initially. That couple had, in fact, arranged for Sam and Kendra to get invited to this event.
Sam and Kendra kept one boundary solid, however, as they had since they were dating: They still slept, literally, only with each other. They would fall asleep safely together, and awaken contentedly together.
Morry and Nadine may have hoped to cross this boundary, because their hotel room was next to, and connected with, Sam and Kendra’s.
The event opened on Friday night with a mixer on the terrace and lawn of the hotel. The whole weekend was, in theory, clothing optional, but Nadine and Morry had advised that they should dress for trolling. Kendra, of course, was dynamite in a black cocktail dress, with three-inch heels and no bra. Sam went with a sport coat over an open dark red shirt, and tan slacks that outlined his package.
“Feels sleazier than nude,” he said in the elevator.
“When in Rome,” she said.
Aware of how stressed she had been, he said. “Maybe this time we’ll find our swinging deal-breaker, and stay with Greater Neptune,” the local swingers club where they were now regulars.
As they had expected, the mixer allowed liquor to flow freely and behavior to deteriorate accordingly. They stayed together, holding hands, and eventually found a clutch of people who were upbeat, unimpaired, polite, and roughly their age.
As they chatted with them, a fleshy woman in a gauzy green gown told them, “There’s a ballroom on the mezzanine floor labeled ‘Sober and We Don’t Judge.’ That’s where we’ll be. We insist on full consent every step of the way, and once everybody involved agrees, it’s Katie bar the door!” She laughed. Then she said, “Sorry, you don’t know the joke. My name’s Katie.”
“Oh. Hi, I’m Sam, and this is Kendra.”
“So good to meet you. And the joke is, once I’m in the room, my door is never barred.”
“Um…” said Kendra, “do we have to be in recovery, to get in?”
“Oh no. We support those who are, though. We’ll have somebody at the entrance to keep away anyone who’s obviously high, or nasty any other way. Kicking is serious business, but some programs make it seem like getting sober means the end of all fun.” She raised her glass. “Club soda. Two and a half years clean, sober, and horny!”
“Congratulations!” said Sam, liking Katie more all the time.
“And I definitely want all of my faculties to experience you,” said Katie with a leer.
In fact, their evening with Sober and We Don’t Judge was great fun. Some people there were into Dom/sub, but it didn’t go past cosplay and light bondage, nor cover more than a quarter of the space in the ballroom. To support the group’s fun, Kendra and Sam extended themselves, making out and sometimes banging with people they didn’t find very attractive. Newness kaçak bahis and shared pleasure were enough to motivate them.
Yet Sam fucked Katie enthusiastically, enjoying her infectious laugh as well as her meaty breasts. Kendra, happy to have found an enclave of pleasantry away from the retreat’s general piranha-tank vibe, received a couple of brief condomed fucks that felt mostly okay, giving her no special desire to seek her own orgasm. She then became enormously popular by offering titfucks, kneeling on a cushion and working over each man as he sat in a standard, armless, hotel-ballroom chair. After Katie got her second climax from Sam, she joined Kendra, declaring, “Every guy gets at least one cum from womanflesh! Dave, go relieve Rolando at the door, he should get in on this.” Soon two other women joined them, including one in dominatrix garb.
Once they were in bed, Sam started on balancing Kendra’s pleasure books. As he ate her out, she was still thrilled by her achievement. “That’s the sluttiest I’ve ever been!” she exulted. “And nearly all of it from the waist up! I made eleven guys cum!”
He freed his mouth long enough to say, “They’ll never forget you.”
“And they were so nice! I told them to limit their hand touches and let me be in charge. They all agreed, without a whine.” Then she exhaled slowly, legs writhing, and they let the conversation lapse.
After her first cum, they kissed and cuddled, and heard movement in the next room. “Hope they’re done,” Sam murmured. “I see us as already within the overnight boundary.”
“Yep,” she said, “but I’m not ready for sleep.”
A little later she mounted him for cowgirl. “You got anything left?”
Smugness dripped from his voice. “I entertained five ladies, I believe to their full satisfaction, but I only depleted male essence twice. I expected to provide a great deal of service.”
“When my office goes down the drain,” she said, “I’ll hire you out as a gigolo.”
Nadine started getting loud. This reminded both of their first foursome with this couple, at Greater Neptune. Sam and Kendra felt out of their league, nearly carried away by lovers who seemed to overpower them. But they rallied, surprising and shaking up Morry and Nadine. Over the next few weeks, Sam and Kendra worked to take themselves to the erotic level introduced by their new lovers, and got there. Now Morry and Nadine treated them as comparables, if not actually equals.
Nadine’s sounds of joy passed easily through the connecting wall. Kendra tried to time her vocalisms to hers, but then just let her body decide what to say and when. She must have gone solo at her ear-splitting peak, because they then heard cheering and applause from the next room.
“You inspired us,” called Sam.
Kendra dismounted, and hauled up his arm. “Shower,” she said. “See if you can get the lube off my tits.”
In the morning, their neighbors allowed themselves to be playful, rather than put on their public pose of indifference. The men switched rooms. The connecting doors stayed open. While the swapped couples banged, they loudly commented on how they were cheating, teasing Nadine for her obsession with that. She nonetheless joined in the banter, going way over the top, which got the others trying to outdo her.
Then it got sillier. They ordered breakfast for both rooms, staying nude to open the doors and tip the server. With different food in each room, a visitor would barge in to get coffee, and then briefly form a threesome, and then two would cross over to get juice, and ditto. If there were orgasms, they didn’t amount to much, but all four celebrants were carefree and exuberant as they traipsed out for mass fornication in broad daylight.
Kendra was in a green bikini and sandals, Sam in dark blue baggy swim trunks and bare feet. Nadine wore a red thong and heels, and her sunscreened breasts gleamed. Morry wore an open Hawaiian shirt and tan bermudas. All four sported shades.
Kendra and Sam, open to separate action at some point, had their phones velcro’d to elastic bands on their upper arms. Nadine smirked. “How often will you check in? Every cumblast? Every boob suck?”
“Nobody will notice my boobs,” Kendra said, keeping it light. “Everybody’s already converging on yours.”
“So they are,” said Nadine, adjusting her shades as three men approached her. “Boys, better get in your last gropes now.”
Morry and Sam obeyed, grabbing and sucking one each. Then Nadine strode off, saying, “Luv ya!”
Sam looked out at the rolling hills and the humans arrayed on them. On higher hills farther back were towers and cables for chairlifts. This was the site’s nominal off-season, months away from conversion to its main function, as a ski resort.
“C’mon,” said Morry, leading them the other way. “I promised to set you up. And I promised them.”
Down a gentle slope, there were four widely-spaced, irregularly shaped swimming pools. Sex acts were already in progress, but in the light of day and the relative lack of liquor, they seemed more convivial and less oppressive than the fully-clothed meat-marketing of the night before. Kendra and Sam weren’t grossed out at all, and enjoyed seeing and being near the fun. They began to get frisky.
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