Monogamy?

Literotic asexstories – Monogamy? by romancer,romancer
Hi, Roger here, to relate a discussion and its aftermath that veered mightily from the topic.

A couple of years ago, my wife Karen and I invited friends Sandy and her husband Jim over to our place for dinner and drinks. Karen Sandy are best friends, having met and bonded as spouses at a corporate function while Jim and I had gotten shanghaied by our boss’s boss, who wanted to go on… and on… about the corporation, how he was doing marvelous things, how we had bright futures, and so forth. Jim and I did all the appropriate nodding and attention-paying, and by the time we extricated ourselves – calling over another coworker to be fresh bait for the angling boss, then fleeing for the bar ostensibly for refills – the wives had bonded and were well on their way to a gleeful if slightly soused evening of making fun of all things corporate and most things male – easy targets, but they were having fun, no offenses taken.

That led to our getting together as a foursome maybe once a month, since we lived in the same urban sprawl but about a half hour away from each other. We were all in our early 30s, in no rush to have kids yet, but knowing that was part of both our long-term goals. Jim and I were in different departments, but our job lives crossed frequently, so we kept in touch easily.

For the record, I’m about 5’11”, 180, brown/green, medium build. Jim’s 2nd generation Italian and it shows in his black hair and dark eyes, a bit swarthy 5’9″ or so, probably my weight or so, since he’s chunkier. We’re both in decent shape, neither of us Adonises, but we’ll do, or so the wives kindly tell us.

Karen and Sandy are similar yet far from twins. They were each about 5’5″ or so, medium builds, Caucasian as all get-out, sharing Scottish roots as I also have. Sandy is well-named, with light brown hair and hazel eyes, while Karen’s a definite brunette with brown eyes that hint of an Eastern European past mixed in. Karen’s got the edge up top, with a wonderful and firm 34C to what I’d guess is a 34B for Sandy, while Sandy has a nicer ass (don’t tell Karen I said so & hers is fine too), with a sway to her walk that is magnetic and mesmerizing. Overall, Karen’s trimmer, Sandy more voluptuous thanks to her more generous hips, despite the cup sizes.

The discussion that night ranged all over the place, with dinner dishes done, all of us casual and with that Friday evening thankfulness going, aided by wine for the ladies and bourbon for us guys. Our living room has four comfortable easy chairs arranged facing center, with side tables, so we were guy-girl alternating, with drinks at our sides, relaxed and just chilling.

Eventually we somehow go onto the latest gender issues that society is wrestling with, each of us fine with our personal cis-gendered heterosexuality, and fine with letting others pursue their own blisses. That in turn led to someone asking the difference between polygamy and polygyny, and that led onto an etymology of all sorts of sexual terms, with the quick cell phone checks filling in background on just when and how the various terms were introduced, or morphed, into English. Fortunately, as friends, the ideas flowed in good spirits, possibly aided by the adult beverages.

One of the terms we addressed was “monogamy.” Interesting term, in that we all agreed that we were “monogamous,” in the vernacular, and thought that was the most successful strategy for a culture to adopt. Hmm. We were prevaricating, but we were thinking we were sincere, I thought. In turn, we admitted that while our society claims to like monogamy, there are lots who don’t follow society’s dicta in that regard.

So, just to clear things up, “monogamy” is, according to the internet (‘means true, right?) is being married to one spouse at a time, or more specifically to be having sexual relation with only one person at a time, or zoologically to have only one mate at a time, or something like that.

The discussion went from there, revisiting the “sexual relations” excuse that became (in)famous. Just where do you draw the line, and is it a wavering line, or a gray area, or just up to the two (or more) people involved to call what the rules of the game are?

Karen flatly declared that monogamy implied, and for her required, sexual fidelity within marriage, which in turn meant no sexual intercourse between a married person and anyone else but that person’s married spouse. Easy to say. I wasn’t about to disagree, having chosen my usually favored approach of sitting back and letting the stew simmer before jumping in.

Jim countered, “Well, ok, then. What about forms of sexual affection that fall short of intercourse but are more than just a handshake?” Thatta boy, Jim, took my next line right away.

Karen argued, “Well, there’s a line somewhere. It’s sort of like that Supreme Court ruling about not being able to define it but knowing what pornography is.”

“I think that was ‘obscenity,’ but point taken,” I offered.

“OK, how about cheek kissing hello?” Sandy chimed in, warming to the subject.

“That would be ok, duh. Everybody does that, right?”

“Yes, and it’s sort of flirty to do that, so how about flirting?” Sandy pursued.

I looked at Sandy, and she had a smile going, enjoying the discussion and flirting herself by taking it further. She met my look and the smile widened as we held each other’s gaze a bit longer than needed. I knew that we’d just flirted over that, and wondered if held gazes would qualify in Karen’s violation of monogamy view.

“I think it would depend,” Karen said.

I was waiting on my opportunity, saw it, and took it. I got up, leaned over Sandy’s chair, and kissed her, on the lips, gently but insistently, and not quickly. I’d say I held it maybe 15 seconds, and enjoyed every bit of it, and was very, very pleased that she didn’t resist at all beyond a bit of a jerk of surprise when I first made contact. I resisted mightily introducing a bit of tongue to see her reaction, but held off, just doing a kiss.

Then I stood and returned to my chair – a whole foot and a half or so, sat down, and said, “OK, now, have I trespassed beyond the bounds of monogamy?”

Karen was seething, maybe realizing that nothing sexual per se had happened, but that she had felt a distinct negative emotional reaction. How could she object without sounding prudish? Jim was pretty much at a loss, but not pleased about it. Sandy was grinning, as she got where I was going, I thought.

I continued, “Now, I’d say I’m still monogamous, but that I was treading on thin ice there, with Karen here to see it. I’d bet that on reflection, she’d admit to being more accepting with that than if she’d walked in on us doing exactly the same thing but behind her back. And, I’ll bet that there’s some jealousy going on in Jim’ brain right now. To settle that, Jim, would you please get even, so we can continue?” And I sat back.

Jim, to his credit, lost no time in catching on to the offer and to rising to stand in front of Karen. As he started to lean over her, she raised a hand to stop him.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at, but…” she started before he invaded her space and kissed her, also gently, not an attack but more of an affectionate gesture, although it was mouth-to-mouth, full-on. Like me, he held it about 15 seconds, then stepped back, the lips being the only contact between them. – except for Karen’s hand, which ended up on Jim’ chest but didn’t push him away, just rested there, out of ideas.

“Feel better?” I asked Jim, and he nodded, not enthusiastically.

“How about you?” I asked, turning to Karen. You’ve just done what I did, kissed a friend, and I think you’re still well on the safe side of monogamy.”

“And while I’m at it,” I continued, “How was it?”

“Very nice,” Sandy volunteered quickly, and we exchanged that conspiratorial smile again.

“Yeah, gotta admit, nice,” Jim said.

“And you, Karen?” I asked.

“OK, it was nice. I like kissing, and I admit it, it was nice – he’s a good first kisser.” she said quietly.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement. Let me toss this out while we’re at it. Part of those kisses was that they were NOT with our spouses, and that it was therefore a bit forbidden. No chance of pregnancy, no need for jealousy since our mates were observers, but still, somehow forbidden. I think that element heightens things, and I think that sharing through watching even makes our intimacy with our spouses a little moreso.”

For the next several minutes, everyone tossed around those ideas, and the general consensus was that I was right – even Karen agreed, a bit sheepishly, and I caught a glimpse of her exchanging a lowered eyes blushing look with Jim.

“I guess this is leading somewhere?” Jim said.

I resisted the impulse to call him clueless, and continued. “Yeah, I guess it is. Here’s the cut to the chase part. We can, as friends, knowing that we don’t want to cross that bright monogamy line of intercourse, still play with each other this evening. Our spouses are in attendance and will have the opportunity to indulge in the same activities, so there’s no need for jealousy to arise – it’s an even score going in and coming out. I’d be excited to play around a bit with my good friend Sandy, and I’m fine with Karen and Jim doing the same. In fact, I fully expect to be as turned on just watching that part. Call me a voyeur, but call me an exhibitionist, too.”

“Whew, that’s a lot to take in!” Jim pretty much gasped. Sandy silently smiled her assent.

“In a word, no.” My Karen vetoed. Oh well, I tried.

“The lady says no,” I said, trying to keep good cheer in my voice. “Well, it was an idea. Let’s not shut it down totally, though. Give it some thought, and next time we’re together, we can A: pretend it was never mentioned, B: reconfirm a no vote from any attendees – no pressure here, or C: take a walk on the just this edge of the wild side.” With that, I gave up, and unfortunately, something of a pall set over the group, and after some awkward small talk and gulping of what was left of our beverages, Jim and Sandy said their goodnights, and Karen and I were left to do the light clean-up required.

“What was that all about?!” Karen accused me with her question virtually when the front door was closed.

“Sorry, sorry!” I pleaded. “I just think we’re great friends with them, and that human beings have a long history of liking to go off reservation, and that since we’ve played around with some pillow talk, very successfully, thank you, I might add, that you’d be amenable to some no-risk cavorting. You’d get to get up close with a partner you can trust, who’s basically attractive, and show off some of your skills, and maybe get a treat of a new one or two. We could set whatever boundaries we want – we’ve already pretty much said no actual intercourse, but that leaves a lot of other options, from just getting naked to whatever – short of intercourse – everyone agrees to. Just a somewhat more adult game of spin the bottle or something.”

“Are you sure this is not just an excuse to get to screw Sandy? I know that you’ve checked her out in that bikini at the pool, and I’m jealous as hell of her if you must know.”

“You’re jealous of her?!?! You’ve got nothing to be jealous of – either in my actions or in her appearance! I’d take you over her even if I’d never met either one of you, any day!” That part was true – Karen’s mixture of breast and ass and lips and whatever else are exactly right for me, and I’ve always felt extremely fortunate to have linked up with her.

“Yeah, so you say,” Karen said back.

“Hey, the deal still stands – just give it some thought, maybe you could make a point of fantasizing about Jim and you – you said the kiss was nice, and I know you dig those wrestler shoulders of his. Will you do that? I promise, I won’t push this, and I won’t resent things if you don’t change your mind. Just give it some thought, ok?”

“OK.” said in a very not-ok tone.

“Thanks – I’ll clean up the rest – you go get ready for bed, and don’t let the worry thing get to you. I love you and only you, you know.”

“Yeah, me too,” she said over her shoulder as she left the kitchen.

By the time I got through cleaning up and got to bed myself, the lights were off and she was wrapped in the sheets, eyes closed, a pretty clear sign that the ‘no’ still stood.

The next week was as usual, but Karen informed me on Monday, in a totally oh by the way manner, that she’d had coffee with Sandy, and that we were dining at their place the coming Friday. My heart skipped a beat, and my dick absorbed that quickly. I was leery of even asking about the plan for Friday, since Karen didn’t volunteer anything but that the dinner was set. As the week went by, I got more and more anxious, as in energized, while Karen gave no hints of anything at all.

I’d called Jim at work and found that Sandy was being as obtuse as Karen, not willing to divulge anything but having dinner, and reminding him that Karen had said no, and as far as she was concerned, that was that, and hadn’t we all agreed the friendship was the worthwhile thing. He was as antsy as I was, and as for the original idea, but we were both not driving this train.

Friday came, work done, cleaned up and dressed nice-casual. I was in typical decent shorts and golf shirt, Karen in a mid-thigh light dress that I knew from experience how to quickly undo – buttons all the way down the front. It wasn’t sexy per se, and allowed the wearer to control things. The way Karen wore it was modest – no plunging neckline or side-slit skirt, but was just right for patio dining with friends, which was all she seemed to have implied so far.

We got to their house, delivered wine and a salad Karen had made, and exchanged chaste friend-to-friend hugs all around. Like Karen, Sandy was simply dressed, in a wraparound thing dress that tied at the front waist in a bow. Nothing special, just good friends and all.

A nice pasta meal later, with wine, of course, we were pretty relaxed, and I think Jim and I were resigned to the playtime idea being kaput. Then Sandy dropped the bomb.

“Here’s the deal, guys,” she led off. “We’re not pairing off for the sexual antics that Roger suggested last week. But we are ok with a group massage. The four of us, one person at a time getting the massage, so we’re all seeing exactly what’s going on, and so we’re all equally complicit, or innocent, as the case may be. Karen and I like massages, as you guys know, and I’ll bet you guys like them too – not the sleazy massage parlor kind of thing, but the real, relaxing spa kind of thing. Or, at least starting out like that. Are you guys up for that?” she said, looking at Jim and me.

“Sure,” we said simultaneously, without conferring. Getting massaged by two women?? Getting to team massage both a wife and a non-wife? Who’s not up for that??? It likely occurred to neither of us that we’d be also getting massaged by a guy – I know it did certainly not occur to me that I’d be massaging a guy.

“We’ve got a king-sized bed as you know, and I remade it this afternoon with a mattress cover and sheets that I’m not worried about getting messed up by a little oil, so let’s adjourn to there – bring your drinks!” Wow – I was seeing Sandy in yet another new light, and was amazed that my Karen, silently as she was, was going along with it. Later I found out from her that Sandy had proposed this and convinced her when they lunched earlier in the week. Miracles do happen.

As we walked down their hallway, I was wondering about this whole process. Who’d go first? Last? Wearing what? Touching where? Any anatomy off limits? That sort of thing. I should have known Sandy would be way ahead on those thoughts.

When we got to their bedroom door, there was a sign on it: “This is not a clothing optional area.” As Sandy led the way in, she tugged at that bow on her dress, and then shrugged it off in one smooth move! She presented a most voluptuous ass for our appreciation, but not for long.

She turned and said, “Like the sign says, clothing is not an option!” She laughed at appreciation of her own joke, but stood there, blatant in her nudity. Her breasts were firm and tipped with small, hard nipples – a sign? Her pubes were waxed or shaved to a small, close-clipped triangle. Her tan lines emphasized the bare breasts and framed what must be a scant bikini indeed.

Karen followed her into the room while Jim and I stood at the doorway, but then before Karen could doff any clothes, Sandy said, “Here, let me help you with that,” and turned Karen to face us. Karen was blushing mightily, but looked determined to follow through, and Sandy was obviously enjoying the whole thing, as she reached around Karen from behind and very deliberately crouched down and started unbuttoning Karen’s dress from the bottom up.

Karen reacted reflexively, holding the dress to shield her, but not resisting Sandy’s hands. Sandy managed to look like she was caressing as she unbuttoned, very gracefully, slowly and steadily, and soon the buttons were undone from bottom to top.

Karen stood, holding the dress together, not moving. So Sandy, ever the leader of this thing, moved around to face Karen, shielding our view from Karen – not from that delectable ass of Sandy’s, understand. I heard Sandy say softly, “C’mon, this is what we talked about, and they’re going to love it, and so will you.” We saw Sandy move Karen’s hands to her side, then slide the dress off Karen’s shoulders, letting it fall. “Ready?” she said softly again, and I guess Karen must have nodded, since Sandy then moved back to being behind Karen, leaving my wife absolutely naked. I hadn’t even registered that she hadn’t worn underwear, or maybe she’d taken it off at some time at their place. In any event, there she was, gorgeous, almost shuddering in her embarrassment, for no reason I could think of (the room was warm, I realized, so it wasn’t temperature-related). She had every right to be proud, to thrust her breasts out at us assertively, to claim her world, but she was still the shrinking shyness – a beautiful shrinking shyness, but one I hoped would emerge a bit more self-assured as the night went on. Maybe Karen’s passivity was her way of establishing credible deniability if needed, but she was certainly not resisting, just a bit deer in the headlights about the way things were going.

Since it wasn’t new to me, I took a moment to watch the others. Sandy had moved back around to gaze at Karen’s slightly trimmed patch, while Jim was locked onto her breasts. They’re bigger than Sandy’s, and I sensed that Jim was a big breast advocate who might have felt a bit envious of me for having access to Karen’s full C+ set. Of course, the idea of the night was that we’d all get a feel, maybe a taste as well, of all the assets on hand. I did notice that Karen’s nipples were erect, usually a sign of her arousal, but I couldn’t confirm that in this setting.

After a moment of artistic appreciation, Sandy took Karen by the hand, backed up several feet to make room, and announced, “OK, guys, enough ogling of the wives – our turn. Off with the duds, right now!”

Jim and I entered the room, and we both knew we weren’t about to undress each other. I made the suggestion, “Together, shoes then shirts then the monty, ok?” and Jim nodded.

We stood next to each other, facing the women, and in tandem, shucked off shoes and socks, then shirts, pausing a minute to let the wives take in his fully hirsute chest, and my much less hairy but not bare chest. He’s an Italian by heritage so comes by it naturally; I’m a mix of European genes, more Nordic than Mediterranean, not that it matters, and it didn’t seem to matter to the ladies. He’s also stockier, with broader shoulders and thicker biceps and thighs. I’m the track guy, lower body fat so probably for the women better abs, trimmer waist.

Then we bent, pulling down pants and underwear together to our ankles, and both went full “fig leaf,” covering our crotches with both hands as we stood back up and stepped clear of our clothes.

“OK, be that way!” laughed Sandy, then “but at least turn around and give us those butt shots!”

We complied, laughing, pausing to show again. I didn’t see until later, but Jim’s hairiness didn’t stop at his chest – he also sported a bit of ass cheek hair, while mine was certainly bare there. I wondered if Karen had a preference along those lines – I’d always thought butt hair was on the gross side, but I knew I felt that only due to my own lack of it and all the photos and movies that seemed to agree. Who knows what an individual might find attractive – I could only hope, regarding Sandy.

“OK, back to front and center,” called Sandy, and we spun again, still holding our gonads. “Enough – Give it up!” Sandy ordered, and Jim and I both complied, going arms akimbo and being totally exposed.

For some reason, while I’d felt sexual stirrings when seeing Sandy, then Karen, once it was Jim and I on display, I’d lost whatever erection was starting. Knowing that, when I dropped my hands, I managed to give a quick tug, lest I appear downright small. At least I figured I was looking average, and I’d settle for that.

I glanced over and was admittedly a bit relieved that Jim wasn’t some well-hung man-bull. He was sporting a half-hard dick, so was outsizing me at the moment, but I could tell, or thought I could, that he wouldn’t be an ego threat to me. That he was getting hard and I wasn’t was a bit of a surprise, but I’d never had a problem with ED, and so knew things would develop accordingly.

“Ah, that’s more like it,” Sandy said, smiling somewhat triumphantly.

I looked to Karen, and she was focused on Jim’s dick, and then I looked at him, and he was watching her watching him, and as expected, his dick grew and soon was pointing up at 45 degrees, fully hard. I estimated that at visibly short of 6 inches, since I knew I nudged just past 6 myself, at full mast and there was enough difference to tell that maybe, what, I had him by at least 10%, maybe more? – and that was length, we’d see about width. Karen was smiling now, certainly not looking disappointed at all, more like relishing the power she’d just had confirmed by his erection, and Jim was not smiling but looking pretty hungry, not for food as such, wanting Karen in return.

“I think they like each other,” Sandy said to me, apparently having taken in the same thing I had.

“but we’re in this together, so let’s get to what we agreed to, not necessarily what we’re wanting right now, ok?”

Snapping us all out of it, we sort of nodded, waiting for her further instructions. She continued, “OK, I’ve thought this out more than you guys, I’ll bet, so I’ll start. Oh, did I fail to mention, the, uh, victim will be blindfolded – I promise, that adds to the sensory experience! I’ll lie down here, you get around me however you like, and go for the massaging! Oil’s there, by the bed. Music’s on, here’s the blindfold (she said as she magically produced a sleep mask that tied, then keyed the button on a clock radio, producing some soft jazz), and I’m naked, if you hadn’t noticed. No particular sore spots, so use your imaginations – both what you want to do and what you think I want.” And with that, she did as she’d said, tying the mask, then lying face down, diagonally on the mattress, her arms crossed under her head facing to her left, leaving the three of us standing, watching.

I wasn’t going to be the shy one, so I knelt next to her, noting the mattress was a fairly firm one, and picked up the bottle of oil on the bedside table. “Edible Strawberry” was in large letters on the label – how thoughtful! I wondered, was this a part of their regular bedroom “diet” or something new for that evening, or just a hint? I poured some oil in my hand, handed the bottle to Karen, and started on her back, just spreading the oil, or lube, or whatever.

Karen took the bottle, moved to Sandy’s feet, and started on her right foot, as Jim repositioned and took the left. They watched each other. I think Jim was just mimicking Karen, as they moved slowly upwards.

Seeing they had that covered, I shifted to above Sandy’s head and started with the shoulders, kneading gently but firmly and getting an “Aaahhh” reward from her in the process. Part of me wanted to swap with Jim so I could get the view of her ass and sex from the far side, but I knew that would be available soon enough. Besides, a good back massage is a great thing, and I’m at least fair in that skill.

Plus, kneeling as I was, my package was perilously close to Sandy’s head, which while she was unaware, fed my erotic furnace and prompted my dick to rising – always a pleasure. That prompted me to look at Jim, and sure enough, he was sporting a full on erection – I couldn’t blame him, since he was next to naked Karen, and as they were kneeling as well, working Sandy’s legs in parallel, their hips were pressed against each other. Were they rubbing together, and if so, was that a violation of Sandy’s rules? I wasn’t going to be one to object. So much for this being G-rated massage parlor action. I didn’t see if Karen had noted Jim’s hard-on, but surmised she had, and reflected that I felt no jealousy, but was in turn aroused a degree further by thinking that.

Higher their hands went, working their way upwards on Sandy’s legs, while I alternated between good strong back muscle digging downwards and gentle sweeps upwards along Sandy’s side, stroking her bulging breast sides along the way. I was almost down to her hips in my progression. She was sort of purring, and then she caught her breath and was no longer relaxing. I looked and saw that either she or someone had spread her legs, and that both Jim and Karen were only an inch or two from her vulva. Then they shifted and each took an ass cheek in hand and focused on those. Each of them had a knee inside Sandy’s legs, and a knee outside, so their thighs were still in contact.

Soon, they were dipping downwards toward her rosebud, and I watched, and then felt Sandy jerk as Karen was the first to touch it – Sandy not being able to tell who was where added to the mystery for her, and she reflexively tightened her cheeks, trapping Karen’s hand for a moment.

“Any requests?” I asked Sandy, giving away that they weren’t my hands down there, but the ones stroking her back and sides.

“Mmmm… Going fine so far – you all seem to know what you’re doing.” she murmured back. Now that I’d spoken, she knew I was the one at her head and maybe could figure out who was who lower down.

“Good to hear. Ready to turn over?

“Hate to leave this, but yeah, I think so,” she said. We all made room for her, and she deftly flipped onto her back, her breasts spreading, her lovely trimmed bush riding high on her pubic bone. She left her legs apart, an invitation for sure.

Jim and Karen resumed their positions, then started back at her feet, almost eliciting a sigh of regret, I thought. They reapplied oil, letting it pour from her ankles to her hips, then handing me the bottle. I took it and dribbled circles over Sandy’s torso, from just above her bush to her clavicle. Putting the oil aside, I reached down, spread it gently over her ribs and belly, then cupped a breast in each hand – no more subtlety required.

“Oh!” Sandy reacted, surprised, then relaxed again with an “Mmmmm” as I gently squeezed the full breast from ribs to tip, circling the nipples with my thumbs. Now she knew it was me groping her and could add that to whatever thoughts she was having. Meanwhile, I was almost fully hard, and I realized I had – not intentionally but fortunately – maneuvered to sitting on my heels, my dick now resting against the side of her face. Whether or not she registered that I didn’t know, but it felt good, so it stayed.

Back to Karen and Jim, I could see that Karen had one hand cupped around Sandy’s pussy, but I couldn’t see if she had inserted any digits. Jim was stroking around the general area, but was leaving the critical zone up to Karen. To my knowledge, this was the first vagina other than her own that she’d ever touched, much less manipulated, and her expression was a mix of concentration and pleasure, a subtle smile mixing with focused eyes.

Sandy was responding, and almost out of nowhere, she pushed her hips up and cried out. Karen hung on, as Sandy thrashed up and back, then again before slumping back, her orgasm passing, we all knew. What a great show to witness! I had kept at the breasts throughout that, feeling their hard and slippery nipples, then pinching them during the orgasm, hoping that would be a good thing.

“Hah – hah,” Sandy exclaimed, not the laughing kind, just the breath-catching kind, as things calmed down. We all watched as Sandy caught her breath, lay back, and just relaxed. I softly cupped her breasts, and Jim and Karen both gently stroked her thighs, just to ease the cooldown. I think we were all in our own thoughts then – how had we just gotten to this point, and was it a mistake? I didn’t think so, but was concerned. We’d skipped pretty much right over the G-rated, not pausing at R to get straight to X – not what we’d agreed to exactly, but not a violation either. Someone needed to break the ice again.

“Good for starters, huh?” I asked, as Sandy untied the blindfold, blinking at us looking down at her.

In the meantime, watching Sandy being sexually pampered had had its effect on me. I was mostly erect, maybe an 80% there kind of thing, and after a moment of recovery, Sandy realized the change. She grinned, staring first at my cock, which appreciated the visual attention, and then up to my eyes.

“Amazing!” she said, eyeing me and communicating her appreciation for my dick, then, finishing as if meaning to just be answering my question, “… for starters! Next, I’d say we alternate – boy/girl. Jim, here’s the blindfold. You’re up next.”

Jim seemed reluctant for some reason, but took the blindfold, tied it on, and lay down on the bed, on his back, his dick back down to maybe half hard, lying aside, looking like a 3 to 4 incher by then, not intimidating but not exactly hiding either.

“Not starting face down, hon’?” Sandy asked as we knelt around him on the bed.

“You sort of broke the ice on this,” Jim said. “By now, what’s the point? We know what we’re here for.”

His tone had an edge, and I thought maybe he was pissed that we’d given Sandy such a good time, or that he just was reluctant to go first as a guy and was being defensive.

Sandy heard it, too, and asked, “Hey, you ok?”

Jim sighed and answered, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I’m just a bit spooked right now. And this blindfold thing is doing nothing for my control freak side. I’ll be ok, but thanks.”

For asking, I figured he meant. He lay still, his dick having softened further by that time. Now it was downright smallish looking, and I sympathized with him – nothing like a bout of shrinkage to ruin what might be a good time.

“You’ll be fine, just lie back and enjoy,” Sandy, now the voice of experience said, soothing.

“Well, then, let’s,” Karen said, pouring some of the strawberry onto Jim’s wilted prick. Since Jim had cut to the chase, she was on the hunt. I looked at her, and there was a fierceness in her eyes, her skin flushed. I think she had crossed her own Rubicon and was damned if she was going to stop short of Rome. She took position kneeling next to his hips on one side, and Sandy took the other, leaving me with nothing I knew of to do except watch, so I just stood and did that.

Sandy leaned over and whispered to Karen, who nodded. I thought Sandy knew what Jim likes and was telling Karen to follow her lead, but that was a guess. Sandy took some oil, poured a bit into Karen’s hands, and they started at the knees, coating and stroking, leaving his dick glistening in the pink strawberry, but ignoring it for the moment. They naturally stroked higher on his thighs, and sure enough, his dick started to react. Sandy pointed to it, and both the girls watched as it did its Phoenix thing, rising from its own “ashes.” Karen giggled,

“What?!” Jim said, defensively.

“I just love watching these things come to life, sorry I giggled, but it’s always just so amazing to me. It’s like a show, this one put on just for us!” Karen said, and I knew she meant it, having heard that from her before.

Jim must have liked that, and as they continued to stroke his thighs, moving upwards, his dick continued to move upwards as well. Karen was obviously following Sandy’s lead, so when Sandy pulled one thigh further apart, Karen pulled the other, letting his scrotum fall free, their fingers almost touching it. Sandy initiated again, cupping his balls and rolling them a bit, then pausing while Karen did the same. I registered that this was the first time Karen had done that to someone not her husband in years, and was certainly the first time I’d seen her do it. I knew her touch, and seeing it applied to another was erotic beyond my expectations. I shifted a bit as my own dick swelled at the sight, about the same time that Sandy looked over, saw my reaction, and grinned a sexual grin at me. I shrugged and kept watching, as Karen performed her magic, making his dick absolutely hard and now throbbing, bobbing up and down, seemingly yearning for someone to grab hold, frustrated yet eager.

“Next, a test,” Sandy announced. “Jim, you need to guess just who’s doing the next thing, so take notes and remember. After we’re done, we’ll let you know how accurate you were.”

“OK,” Jim answered, somewhat tenuously.

Sandy motioned to Karen, who immediately understood. She let go of his balls and gently wrapped her fingers around his glistening shaft, stroking slowly and steadily. I couldn’t tell how tightly she was holding it, but I could see the steady speed and that there was no hesitation in the rhythm. Jim moaned in appreciation that finally, someone was treating his dick with its desired attention. Karen kept it up for maybe only a minute, when Sandy pointed to me and then down at Jim, clearly signaling that it was my turn to jack him off.

Whoa! This was something I really hadn’t factored in. Girl-on-girl was kinky but hot. Guy-on-guy was something I’d grown up being told was awful in the awfulest ways, to be avoided, and all that. I’d long since come to understand and accept such “aberrations” without much question, and all that, as we all have, but not really to participate in any way. I frowned and shook my head no. Sandy looked at me as if I were a 2 year old who’d refused his spinach. I looked to Karen for support and got zero – she even pointed at me, then Jim, clearly sending her message. I was between refusing and risking ruining the evening in the process including any pleasure I might have envisioned was in my future, vs. doing something I could not rationalize as wrong but had always been taught to believe so. As usual, pleasure won out over reason.

I took a long look at his dick, hard and glistening with lube, being held in my wife’s hand, for crying out loud. This was a seminal moment, as they say, and I took a breath, refusing to think about what I was doing or what bridges I might be crossing, and leaned over, my thumb and index finger joinng just below Karen’s fist, then following her up, and as she slipped off the top, taking over with my full fist, stroking down, not knowing if I were looser or tighter than she’d been, all the way to the base.

Then up again, to keep squeezing slightly as I paused, using two digits to ring around, then squeeze, then ring around, then flick the frenulum, then squeeze again, then up to the top, then back down to the base, and repeat. I didn’t have any idea what he’d like, so just went with what I knew I enjoyed, with the tightness I was used to using on myself. He moaned as I flicked, and panted as I stroked. I felt him get maybe harder at that and I wondered just what he was imagining was going on. It was strange, having a dick in my hand but my dick not feeling a hand on it – a first. It was definitely different, enabling me to feel him and not be solely focused on my own penile sensations. Almost a science experiment, I noted the texture, the thin skin encasing the hard shaft. It also occurred that my erection was still there, but not at its hardest, just sort of along for the ride now, bobbing in the free air. OK, committed now, I used my other hand to cradle his balls, grossed out by the ample wiry hair there but sort of fascinated by the balls themselves, the left larger, like with me. All this took only several minutes, I’d guess, when I felt him get even harder, and wondered if he was going to come from what I was doing. Whether Sandy recognized the signs or was just thinking I’d had my turn I didn’t know, but she leaned over, those fine breasts swaying free along with my dick, I thought, as she reached over and followed my upstroke, taking over as I sat back. I felt a “whew” and was somehow exhausted by my few exertions, watching him as Sandy stroked, likely knowing what he liked even better than I, a guy, did.

I figured he was just about there, and that Sandy was going to finish him off, when I saw Karen look at me, give an inquisitive expression, and look back down at Sandy stroking his erection. Sometimes, you just know, and I just knew, and Karen just knew what she and I knew – it was weird, but there it was. I nodded.

Karen leaned over, and as Sandy stroked down, exposing his now purple cock head, shining in its strawberry bath, Karen sucked it in, all the way down. Sandy sat back up, surprised but not mad at all, watching, and looking Cheshire Cat pleased at her friend now sucking her husband’s erection.

Jim gasped, realizing someone was sucking his cock, and then quickly cried out an “Agghh!” or something like that, and I could tell he was over the limit, blasting into Karen’s mouth, as he humped his hips up and she grabbed the base of his cock, jacking his next spurt into her mouth a couple of inches above him – for the show, I guess – money shot and all that. I saw the head of his dick, dark purple and realized Karen was squeezing on the upstrokes for all she was worth. I was starting to get a tad worried for him when he cried out something unintelligible and collapsed, wheezing. She kept jacking, less tightly but not by much, and his flow reduced from spurts to sort of a pulsing flow, to just an ooze.

Karen sat back on her haunches and looked over at me, then gave me the X-rated proof shot, opening her mouth to show me the semen still on her tongue, then closing and swallowing. She smiled proudly, still silent, then leaned way forward over Jim’s torso and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth, the taste vague, not bad, bland, but telling its story. Watching me, she sat back, and grinned.

Sandy said, “How was that, lover? Care to guess who did what?”

Jim, still recovering, said, “Holy fuck. Give me a minute, I’m still trying to tell if I’m alive or not.”

We watched as he recovered, then he said,, “OK, Sandy, then Karen, then Sandy, then Sandy.”

We all chuckled for a moment, then Sandy said, “Close, you got some right, some not. We’ll clarify just what went on after all this is done.” I noted that his S-K-S-S was really a K-R-S-K, so he was almost all wrong. I also wondered just how and if he was going to find out that he blew his load into my wife’s mouth, but this was such a weird evening, I wasn’t going to dwell on that, knowing Karen was up to bat.

Karen leaned over, her breasts practically in Jim’s face, and pulled off the mask. Jim looked up into those wondrous tits, leaned up, and took a nipple into his mouth.

“Not so fast, buster!” Sandy interjected. “It’s her turn now, blindfolded per the rules!”