Masturbation Party Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Masturbation Party Ch. 03 by SwitchWolf,SwitchWolf
Author’s notes:

Warning: This story contains bisexual sex. There is both hetero sex, and bisexual sex between both women and men. If you’re not into that, then kindly back out and find another story.

Everyone in this story is over eighteen. I hope you enjoy it. Ratings and comments are always welcome, but please, only if you’ve read the story.

Masturbation Party

Chapter Three:

I’ve been staring at a posted note stuck to my frig for the past two weeks. It was the phone number my masseuse Rebecca had given me–her mother’s number. She told me her mother had kicked her latest boyfriend out and was now single again. The boyfriend was apparently too sexually boring for her. I recalled Rebecca telling me her mother was a sexual wild child; that certainly piqued my interest. I had been meaning to call her, but I was having so much fun with my new friends Gina and Chad that I kept putting it off.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this is Sandy?”

“Speaking…”

“My name is Peter. Rebecca gave me your number, and she said I should give you a call.”

“Oh…yes…Rebecca informed me about you.”

I wondered if Rebecca told her mother about my hard cock she almost couldn’t keep her hands off of during my massage with her.

“So…here we are then,” I said, trying to keep the awkward moment of silence from growing, and not knowing what else to say. I thought back, and couldn’t remember ever having cold-called a women for a date before.

“My daughter mentioned your wife passed away recently.”

“Yes. About a year ago.”

“So…you’re over it now? I mean…as much as anyone can be. Are you ready to move on?”

“I already have,” I said, thinking of Chad and Gina.

“Good to hear it. Look, Peter…I’m going to be frank with you. I feel it’s better to just get all of our relationship wants and needs right out in the open–everything right up front. If we’re not right for one another, so be it; it’s better to know sooner than later.”

“Yes, of course, and I agree,” I said, while thinking of my own failures to do that in the past, and the cost that accrued.

“Okay then…I’ll be blunt. I’m forty seven years old. I don’t know how many more sexually active years I have left in me, but I want to live the last of them to the fullest. I’m not looking for another monogamist relationship. I want an open relationship. Are you getting what I’m talking about?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“I’ve found that most men can’t handle that. I’m talking about swingers, Peter. I want a partner that wants to swing with me. Do you understand what that means?”

“Sure…I understand. Are you opposed to bisexual swinging?” I thought I’d add in the spirit of getting it all out in the open.

“Well…ah…I…ah…no…ah…I’m not.”

I didn’t immediately respond as I contemplated the weight of her stuttering.

The light dimmed on my cell. “Hello? Sandy, are you still there?”

“You stumped me, Peter. I didn’t expect that.

Umm…look…to tell you the truth, I have had some experience with other women, but that was many years ago…during college. Is this what you’re referring to?”

“Yes, and men too,” I added assertively.

“Honestly, that’s not something I’ve thought about when I think of swinging,” she said.

Rebecca had mentioned to me she thought her mother might be too much for me to handle. It seemed the tables had turned.

“Well, you’ll need to give it some thought if you want to go out with me. I like to swing too, but I’m bisexual.” I surprised myself how easily I could identify myself to others as Bi now. After just the past two weeks, with the masturbation group and then the threesomes with Chad and Gina, I finally felt at ease announcing who I really was.

“I don’t know why it should bother me. Like I said I have been with some women.”

“It’s just social conditioning. We’ve accepted the narrative that it’s okay for women to have sex with each other, and most men love seeing it in porn. But when it comes to men that seems a bridge too far for most straight people,” I added, attempting to ease her burden.

“I suppose you’re right,” she responded sheepishly.

“Have you actually done any swinging?” I inquired. I had gotten the feeling that she wanted to, but hadn’t found the right man to help get her there.

“I did have a threesome once with two of my lovers, but that only happened once. Does that count?”

“Two men?”

“Yes with two men. Between committed relationships I play the field a little, but It’s hard to get any of them to join in a threesome or anything. Sooner or later, one of those lovers becomes my steady boyfriend. It doesn’t seem to take long before we fall into a sexual rut. That’s been the modus operandi I’m trying to change. ”

“Well maybe if you had one of your girlfriends join in, you’d get more interest from those males.”

“Yeah…,” she chuckled. “Problem is, all my current girlfriends aren’t interested in that lifestyle either.”

“So how did you like the threesome?” I inquired.

“I loved it. It’s all I fantasize about, and masturbate to. Oh…I masturbate a lot. I guess I should tell you that since we’re laying it all out there. Most men can’t handle that either. Well, at least the ones I’ve gone out with. They’re insecure about it. They seem to think that I should be satisfied with what they give me. I don’t want to have to feel that I need to hide my masturbation when I’m living with someone–not at my age. I want a real man that’s not threatened by my hand or a toy.”

She was starting to sound an awful lot like me. I told her about the Thursday night masturbation group I’ve been attending, but I left out the bisex threesome sessions with Chad and Gina; I didn’t want to overwhelm her right off the bat.

“It seems we have a lot in common,” I encouraged. I wasn’t sure if my bisexuality was a deal breaker or not for her. “So what do you think? Do you want to meet and see if everything else falls into place?”

“I’m trying to imagine two men having sex, and I’m finding it hard to…”

“And I’m imagining two woman having sex and I’m hard as a rock,” I interrupted.

“Look…if my bisexuality is an issue…”

“It’s not,” she interjected. “It’s really not, but you have to understand, there’s a lot of momentum I’m fighting against. Oh what the hell…okay…okay…I’d be a fool not to try with you; considering the luck I’ve had with the straight lot of you men. Yes…I do…I want to meet and see where this goes.”

“How about tonight?”

“Okay…Jerome’s at six o’clock?” She offered decisively.

I thought of Chad and Gina; Jerome’s was their place. I wanted so much to get into a foursome with them and some other woman, but it was way too early to think about that with Sandy.

“How about The Elm? Jerome’s is kinda busy. I know we can get a quiet table so we can talk at The Elm,” I maneuvered.

“The Elm it is then. Six still good?”

“Yes. I’ll be at the bar…white linen pants and blue shirt. I’ll probably be the only guy in there with white linen pants.”

It was a warm late summer evening when I walked into the Elm at 5:45pm. I asked the hostess to reserve a quiet table outside near the stream.

I made way to the bar and ordered a stiff gin and tonic.

I had a few minutes to think about whether I was doing the right thing. I wanted so desperately to find a woman like Sandy to swing with, but I was hoping for someone more enthusiastic about my bisexuality than she seemed to be on the phone call. I was hoping for someone more open-minded like Gina, but Gina was a one in a million.

My eyes were glued at the entrance. At about six o’clock, a sexy looking woman, dressed in a short blue cocktail dress, walked in alone. My heart skipped a beat thinking it was her, but then she disappeared and headed down a hallway. Ten minutes later a voice addressed me from behind as I watched the entrance. “You must be Peter.”

I turned and it was the woman that walked in alone. She must have gone to the powder room, and then came around the other side and checked me out before committing to the evening.

Next to me stood a very sexy older version of Rebecca. Not a spitting image, but there was a strong resemblance between mother and daughter. Her soft brown hair flecked with gray framed a pretty face. Her blue eyes smiled and sparkled as she extended her hand in greeting.

We tried to engage in small talk at the bar area, but it was too noisy. I thought it best to get to our table straight away.

I flagged the hostess. She led us out through a side door and down a path to our stream side table for two. The tables were set along a path facing a lazy brook. Lush plants and flowers adorned the path and stream side. Ornamental trees and bushes separated the tables and offered some privacy. The seating was set so we both sat on the same side facing the stream.

The soft evening sunlight played with the mist rising off the water. A musk in the air triggered my lizard brain. For a moment, I felt as if I had been transposed back to primordial times. The redolence that wafted into my senses was a mix of the surrounding flora, the aquatic bouquet emanating from the stream, and Sandy’s womanly essence. The Garden-of-Eden atmosphere went straight to my loins and stiffened my cock.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Her voice cut through to my primal trance.

My eyes refocused on her lightly freckled face. Her warm smile grounded me back to the present. “Rebecca told me you were a sexy lady, but she neglected to mention how radiantly beautiful you are.”

“Thank you. My daughter said you were handsome, and she did not exaggerate,” she countered with a salacious smile.

The waitress came by to take our drink order. Her presence interrupted our flirtatious banter.

There was an awkward silence for a while after the waitress left. Sandy broke it by giggling an infectious laugh, and I was powerless not to join in.

“What are we laughing about,” I managed.

“Oh…us…not knowing what to say like we’re teenagers on a first date or something,” she said.

“Funny isn’t it. We were talking so open and freely about our sex lives on the phone earlier today, but now face to face we’re a couple of clams.”

“Well…I think there’s more at stake now that we’ve met in person; wouldn’t you say?” She offered.

“If I’m reading your body language correctly, I think we’re both attracted to one another. So, what you’re saying is there’s now something to lose. Earlier on the phone, we were just voices with a promise, but nothing invested,” I postulated.

The waitress came with our drinks. I told her we were in no hurry to order anything else.

“Tell me about your childhood,” Sandy changed the subject. We briefly exchanged stories about where we grew up and our families.

“Tell me about Rebecca’s father,” I switched the subject.

“Oh, my ex-husband…yeah, he turned out to be gay,” she blurted out. “He’s now living in Miami.”

Her hesitation about my bisexuality suddenly made more sense. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” she continued. “The divorce was actually the best thing that ever happened to me. I found myself afterwards…sexually speaking. I’ve had a lot of lovers since, and I have enjoyed myself. There’s just some unfinished desires, as we’ve talked about earlier.”

It was refreshing to talk to a woman so openly about sexual matters. Sandy was the first female I had ever done that with. Gina and Chad have opened up my sexual world, but we didn’t talk much.

“Tell me about your swinging experiences,” she said with a sly smile. I was glad she wanted to get back to the topic of our earlier phone conversation.

“Well…I’m kinda new to it.” I told her more about the masturbation group, and the sex afterwards.

As I described in intimate detail that first threesome in Chad’s summerhouse, my cock grew hard. I reached under the tablecloth and unbuttoned my pants fly and took out my cock. We were sitting shoulder to shoulder. I continued to talk as I reached for her hand and directed it under the table to my hard-on.

A sudden look of concern brushed her face. Her eyes darted side to side. “No one can see,” I whispered. Her shoulders relaxed and a lustful smile graced her face as she started stroking me under the tablecloth.

“Rebecca mentioned your cock,” she murmured. “I see she didn’t exaggerate there either.”

“Does your daughter always find your lovers for you,” I jested.

“Not always,” she teased with a wink.

I reached my hand underneath the table cloth and touched her right knee. She opened her legs and I moved my hand up her thigh. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply as my hand met her wet exposed pussy. My middle finger found her clit and I masturbated her. She soon quietly quaked in orgasm. I was pleased to see she was quick to cum–my kinda girl.

“Do you want to go to my place?” she asked, her voice husky with lust.

I flagged down the waitress and we squared up. I gave her a big tip, since we skipped out on dinner.

I took Sandy’s hand as we walked through the parking lot to her car. She turned to me and leaned back against her car door. I leaned into her and ground my hard cock up against her pelvis. She titled her head and we kissed passionately. She moaned and grabbed my cock through my pants. “I want you,” she breathed.

I followed Sandy in my car to her house. She sped through town with me on her tail.

Just inside her door, she presented her back to me and lifted her hair. I downed the zipper, and she stepped naked out of the pile of dress on the floor. She took my hand and led me down a hallway to her bedroom. Her pear shaped ass sashayed under her thin waist.

She went to the nightstand and turned on a light that emitted a soft glow. She turned to me and stood a moment striking a suggestive pose. While she could not be called a classic beauty, all of her five foot four inch frame was a sexual dynamo. She was pretty enough, but it was the sum of her parts that exuded her sexiness. Her full natural breasts remained high for her forty seven years. Her nipples, surrounded by nicely proportioned areola, were large and erect, and begging to be sucked.

She slowly walked to me. Her eyes sparkled in the soft light. Her petite hands unbuttoned and removed my shirt. She undid the buttons on my pants; she knelt and slid them off my hips. I haven’t worn underwear in years, so my suddenly freed cock sprung out and bopped her chin. On her knees, she removed my sandals and lifted each foot out of my bunched up pants on the floor. She slowly slid her hands up my legs to my crotch. She smiled up at me as she took my erect cock in her hands and slowly stroked me. She put her nose to my sack and breathed deeply. “Mmmm, so sweet.” She stroked me harder, as she gazed at my cock admiringly.

She stood and then pushed me back onto the bed. I slithered on my back towards the headboard until my head found a pillow. She climbed on the bed and licked her way from my feet to my crotch. She tongued my ball sack and then licked my cock from base to tip before engulfing my shaft into her lovely mouth.

We sucked and fucked until the wee hours of the morning. I used all of my staying power, practiced from years of edging, to satisfy her over and over again. I wanted her to know that this bisexual loves to please women. I wanted no doubt in her mind that she should allow me to escort her into the world of swinging.

The next day was a Tuesday. I called Chad during my lunch break at work.

“Chad, I’m glad you picked up.”

“What is it, Peter?”

“Can I talk to you in person…soon. Can we meet for a drink or something?”

“Sure…sure…what’s the matter?”

“Nothing serious. I just don’t want to discuss it on the phone.”

“Okay. Come over tonight. Gina is not here. She’s out of town. Six o’clock?”

Chad was standing in his front yard tending to some of his plants when I pulled up.

“Peter, so good to see you. Now what’s on your mind,” he said, as he put his arm around me and we walked into his house.

“Drink?”

“Yes. Whatever you’re having.”

He poured me a scotch on the rocks.

“First, I want to tell you how much I appreciate you bringing me into your fold; both the masturbation group and with Gina and you. It’s just…well…I’ve been having sex with you and Gina for a few weeks now and I don’t really know much about you, or what the boundaries are.”

“What do you need to know? And what’s this boundaries? What do you mean?”

“Well…for example, is it okay to bring someone else in to the group?”

“The Thursday group? That’s invite only, so…I don’t know. Maybe…Gina and I would have to check him out.”

“That someone is a woman; are women allowed on Thursday night?”

“Ahh…you’re getting your dick wet elsewhere–good for you, Peter. I don’t know; we’ve never had another woman in the masturbation group…only Gina. I’ll have to ask her.”

And what about Gina…does she like other women?”

“Ah…yes she does…very much so. In fact, that’s where she is tonight; I suspect right about now she is going down on her good friend Teresa,” he laughed.

“That’s what I mean, Chad. I don’t know much about you and Gina other than I have awesome sex with you two.”

“I suppose you’re right, Peter. We haven’t told you much, but that’s part of the intrigue; it can be powerfully erotic, no? Gina is also bisexual, and we swing with others, both together and separately–we have an open arrangement. These questions you have are natural. It’s fine that you’re asking. I like you, Peter, and I’d like to introduce you to more of our friends. That is, if you want to?”

“Yes…yes…of course I do, and that’s what I’m getting at. Look…I met this amazing woman and she wants to get into the swinging lifestyle. We just met and we’ve only had sex once, but she’s incredible. I think you’ll like her.”

“Okay, but if she’s not a good fit, then I will to tell you that, Peter, and she won’t be invited back. So if that happens, you’ll need to make a choice. You following me?”

“Yes, I get it. I can’t expect anything more.”

“These things are tricky, Peter. Not everyone is a good fit. We only want good vibes when we are with others…no drama, and the chemistry has to be right.

I wondered how it was that I was a good fit right off the mark with them, and who decides, Gina or Chad?

“What about the others in the masturbation group? I know about Jim of course, but do you do more than just masturbate with the others?” I had been dying to ask him that question.

“Oh, that group? Most of them just attend the Thursday masturbation session. Mark is married, but his wife doesn’t want sex any more. He doesn’t want to cheat on her though, so this gets him off. Danny and Fred are old gay lovers, they only want to masturbate with others. Damon is Gina’s younger half brother. So…while they masturbate together, there’s no sex. And of course, that makes him off-limits to me also. Too bad, he’s got a nice cock that one. Sam is probably still a virgin–who knows? He’s a confirmed solo sexual, but we like him…so. They each have their story. The numbers are usually down for the summer; more guys will be back come autumn. People come and go out of that group too, you’ll see.”

“What about me? What did you see in me that made you ask me to stay and have sex with you and Gina, and Jim, that first Thursday?” I just had to ask.

“Ahh, you’re fishing a little eh? Okay, Peter, I’ll tell you. We have something in common you and me. I was once a bi-man married to a straight woman. Like you I lived a straight man’s life. And like you my first wife passed away; much younger than yours–this was many years ago now. I loved her, but it was tough to live a lie–you know. After my wife passed, I vowed to not live that lie anymore. I started to follow my sexual bliss, which I think is what you are also doing…no?”

I nodded yes. Chad’s story made me feel closer to him.

“And the other thing, Peter, that first night I met you, I felt we had a good chemistry. I think you felt it too…no? And Gina really likes you too, Peter. She feels good with you; she likes your pheromones and the way you fuck her. She told me your dick hits her G-spot nicely. You’re a good fit with us.”

I felt a rush of warmth hit me and I didn’t know what to say. Since that first night I had felt that I had found my tribe, my sexual posse. But until now, I hadn’t known how they felt about me. They just seemed to have accepted me unconditionally. While that was nice in and of itself, it left me a little on edge–I didn’t know my standing with them. Was I just some temporary toy they’d discard as quickly as they took me in? Hearing that Chad had a similar background as my own, and his kind words to me, and how Gina felt about me, relieved my anxiety.

“And Jim? How did Jim become one of your lovers?”

“Oh Jim? Yes…we met him through a swingers website.”

“He’s so young and handsome. He’s not involved with anyone?”

“Yes, yes…he is married. His wife joins us sometimes for group sex, and she doesn’t care that Jim comes to the Thursday night group; she has her own thing on the side on Thursdays.”

“Wow…so many open relationships going on around here. I had no idea,” I said.

“Well, not that many really. We just have a way of finding them. Gina does a lot of that detective work,” he chucked.

“As for your new girlfriend, I’ll talk to Gina and we’ll set something up. Meanwhile, I have a previous engagement I need to attend, so I’ll have to say good evening to you.”

“Oh…yes, of course. I’ll talk to you soon I hope, or see you Thursday night if not.” I was disappointed he had to leave; with Gina out of town, I was hoping Chad would want to get into a little cock sucking after our conversation.

I was randy after my conversation with Chad. Thinking of Jim and his wife in a foursome with Gina and him. Thinking of me and Sandy in there too. I called Sandy to see if she wanted get together, but she was busy visiting with Rebecca. I was dripping with lust during the car ride home. I took my cock out and stroked it while I drove. I was so happy I had found Chad and Gina; a whole new world had opened up for me–a world I had always wanted. He was right too, the intrigue was an aphrodisiac. There was so much I still didn’t know about Chad and Gina, their lives, and all their lovers. That fueled my fantasies–I was riding a sexual high I never wanted to come down from.

Thursday came that week and I had not heard from Chad. I figured perhaps we’d talk about Sandy joining the group after the group masturbation session. About noon at my desk at work, I get a text from Chad. “Bring her tonight.” His usual terse communications left me with more questions–How did Gina really feel about it? Did Chad have to canvas the rest of the group for their approval, or was it his decision alone? Would Sandy be made to feel welcome if the others weren’t conferred?

I put my doubting questions out of my head and texted Sandy. “Remember the group masturbation sessions I told you about? It’s happening tonight. Chad asked me to invite you. Here’s your chance to get into swinging.”

My phone lit up immediately with Sandy’s incoming call.

“Isn’t that men only?”

“Well yes, but Gina will be there.”

“I don’t know, Peter. Group masturbation is not what I had in mind.”

“As I told you the other day, there will be swinging afterwards.”

“It’s just…I don’t know any of them. In my mind, I imagined we’d meet people for a drink first and vet them out before committing to sex.”

“Yes…that’s probably the way to do it with strangers, but I already know them and I’ve been having sex with Gina and Chad. Most of the others in the masturbation group don’t stay for the after party.”

“Do you think I’ll fit in?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I’m a little scared.”

My phone lit up with another text from Chad while on the call with Sandy. “Come at 6:45.”

“He want’s us to come a little early–6:45. The masturbation group starts at 7:30. This will allow you to meet them before hand. If you’re not comfortable, we’ll leave before anything gets started. Okay?”

I said this with some trepidation. After all, I had only known Sandy for a few days. I have been having sex with Gina and Chad for the past two weeks, and I didn’t want to do anything to compromise the new world I had found myself in with them. If there was some issue, and I had to leave suddenly with Sandy, then would that doom my relationship with Chad and Gina? I surely hoped not, but I was on new ground here myself.

“Okay…umm…sounds like that will work,” she agreed. “I don’t know what to wear,” she went on.

“The blue cocktail dress with nothing on underneath; the one you wore to meet me at the Elm,” I offered.

“I’ll think of something. What time are you picking me up?”

“I’ll be at your house at 6:00.”

When I rang Sandy’s door bell at 6:00, Rebecca answered the door. She was just leaving. She beamed a knowingly smile as she passed by me and said, “So happy you hooked up with my mom. Have fun tonight.”

Sandy was just inside the door and motioned for me to come in. She was dressed in a different blue cocktail dress than the one I had seen her in the other night. On anyone else this dress would have looked slutty, but on her it didn’t. The hem fell somewhere between her mid-thigh and crotch, but it was deceivingly more revealing, since the last two inches of the hem was a lacy see-through material. The neckline plunged well below her breasts, and revealed she had no bra on. An ample amount of the inside orbs of her breasts were exposed. The back was mostly open with just a pair of see-through lacy straps covering her shoulders, and a web of the same lacy material below her shoulder blades. The dress was tied together at her lower back. There was a floral sequined design peppered throughout the royal blue fabric. She looked sexy as hell, but yet classy and sophisticated.

“Wow! You look hot.”

“Rebecca helped me pick it out.”

In the car on the way to Chad’s, I reminded Sandy of his scar, and that I thought it fit his rugged face, and that it was not in the least bit repulsive to me. I didn’t want her recoiling when she saw it. I ensured her that all the guys in the masturbation group were nice guys, and that it was a hot scene, and that she’d have a good time. There was a lot riding on Sandy fitting in.

“My pussy is getting wet thinking about watching all you guys stroking your hard cocks,” Sandy said as we took the entrance ramp to the highway. “Tell me again why everyone doesn’t participate in the sex after the group masturbation?”

“Well, I’ve only been attending these past few weeks, but according to Chad, his wife Gina started the group some number of years ago as a way of finding bisexual partners for Chad and her to play with. They are selective, and knew from the start that they weren’t going to have sex with just anyone who attended the masturbation group. Chad told me people come and go out of the group, and sometimes they don’t find any new men to swing with for a while. However, he says it’s a good time, and they’ve grown fond of the regulars that show up every Thursday. So they keep hosting it.”

“So just the few chosen ones stay for the orgy?”

“Yeah…something like that. The first night I attended, it was just a foursome. Chad, Gina, this guy named Jim, and me.”

“Do they do anything outside of this masturbation group? You know…like swinging or group sex with people who don’t show up for the Thursday group?” Sandy inquired.

She had the same questions I asked Chad about the other night. I told her what Chad told me about his other swinging friends, and that he wanted to introduce me to them sometime.

“If tonight works out, you’ll be invited also,” I encouraged.

As I pulled the car into Chad’s driveway, I started getting nervous for Sandy. I so much wanted her to have a good time, and for Chad and Gina to like her. I opened the car door for her and took her in my arms and kissed her. I looked her in the eyes and said, “remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and if at anytime you want to leave just say so and we’ll leave. Ok?”

Sandy shook her head yes and took a deep breath. We turned and walked up to the front door.

I rang the bell. Sandy bit her lower lip as she looked up at me unblinking. She stood with her hands clasped tightly together, and her shoulders drawn in. I took her hands in mine and smiled at her. She relaxed. “You’ll be fine. They’re going to love you,” I assured her.

Gina answered the door. She wasn’t wearing her usual Thursday night outfit, her nylons with no panties and open busted chemise. She was dressed in a similar cocktail dress as Sandy’s oddly enough, since they hadn’t spoken or met until that moment. Gina invited us into the foyer. Even before introductions, the two noticed the similarities of their dresses and were laughing and admiring each other’s taste in clothes.

“Sandy, this is Gina,” I finally got in. They were already hugging each other. I let out a deep sigh of relief. Gina flashed me an approving smile and a wink as she led us into the living room. The spacious room was adorned with modern furniture and interesting artwork. Chad was standing there. He was dressed in his usual black dress slacks and black button shirt. He put down his drink, and he came and to greet Sandy.

“You didn’t tell me she was so beautiful,” he beamed in my direction.

“Welcome…welcome to our home,” he said with his deep hypnotic voice. He looked Sandy in her eyes and warmly smiled while holding her at arms length with his hands on her shoulders. Sandy blushed; she was already taken under his spell.

“Drinks? Anyone? He inquired. “We have gin and tonic, scotch, or wine.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic,” Sandy answered.

“Same…,” I chimed.

While Chad went off to make the drinks, Gina directed Sandy to the sofa and sat next to her shoulder to shoulder. She took her hand in hers and said, “I’m so happy Peter brought you over tonight. I have a feeling we’re going to become good friends, and lovers.”

That they were going out of their way to make Sandy feel welcome made me feel warm inside.

Chad returned with the drinks and we all toasted. “To new adventures,” he proclaimed as we clinked glasses.

Chad sat on the sofa opposite the sofa the ladies were on. A coffee table occupied the space between. I sat next to Chad and we watched as the two ladies talked. Gina was asking about Sandy’s daughter and where she went to massage school and such. At the same time, Gina was sensually stroking Sandy’s arm with her fingertips.

“It’s nice…they seem to be getting along,” Chad said as he leaned to me. We clinked glasses to that and he winked. “She’s beautiful. I can’t wait to taste her,” he added. Chad and I engaged in small talk–the usual: ‘how was your day?’, ‘what have you been up to?’, and the like.

“Hey, I want to show you a project I’m working on,” he said as he stood and motioned for me to stand and follow him. He led the way down a hallway to a part of the house I had not seen before. I followed him into a large dark den.

Chad flipped on the lights and the room jumped alive with over-sized black and white photographs of human genitalia. The pictures were artfully done, and intensely close-up and focused, so that for some of the shots you couldn’t immediately tell what you were looking at, but yet they each drew you in like some hypnotic siren call to the lizard brain.

The masculine room oozed of rich wood tones. The walls were of dark wood inset paneling that ran floor to ceiling. The ceiling itself was of dark wood, and the wood floor was adorned with a Persian rug. Each of the large photographs were illuminated by purpose lighting hung from the ceiling. The contrast between the rich wood walls and the black and white photographs made them pop.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “Are these yours? Do you do photography?” I inquired.

“Oh yes, something I toy with.”

“These are beautiful. Do you exhibit your work? Or sell these?”

“Naw, just a hobby. Maybe someday. I wanted to give the girls a few moments of privacy. I saw that look in Gina’s eyes, she wants your Sandy, Peter.” He chuckled.

“Are these of Gina?”

“Some yes. That’s her pussy here.” He pointed to a black and white close up of her pussy. Her vulva lips looked like flower petals wet with morning dew.

“I like this one.” I pointed to a large photo of a shaved pussy with two cock heads. Neither of the cocks were in the pussy, but just surfacing into view between her legs–like killer whales popping up out of the deep.

“That’s Jim’s wife Lucy, and Jim’s cock is on the left. The other cock is another friend of ours.”

I recognized Jim’s cock.

“That was not easy to shoot. The two guys had to stand erect cock to cock. We had to build a special seat for Lucy to be at the right height and yet lean back. Jim is a carpenter; he built the seat.”

I wandered the room admiring each photo. They were each so masterfully done, and so deeply erotic that I was getting hard viewing them.

“Oh, BTW…the other guy in that picture with Jim’s cock is named Alex, and he is attending tonight’s party–just so you know. He’s a good egg. I think you’ll like him,” Chad informed me with a sly smile and a wink. I assumed that meant Alex would be staying for the after party. I took another look at his cock in the picture and imagined it sliding into my mouth.

After about ten minutes of chit-chat and viewing his photography Chad said, “Let’s go back,” as he headed for the door.

I followed him back to the living room, where we found Gina and Sandy passionately kissing. Tongues were caressing tongues and teeth nibbling lips. Gina’s hands were all over Sandy’s body, fondling any bare skin she could find.

Chad smiled knowingly at me.

Gina reached under Sandy’s dress and slid her hand up her left thigh to her crotch. Sandy opened her legs and hiked the hem up to allow Gina easier access. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her shaved pussy, with just some soft brown pubic hair adorning her mons pubis, glistened with her arousal fluid. Gina began playing with Sandy’s clit as they continued to kiss. Sandy’s breathing became shallow, and she began to moan just as the door bell rang.

“They’ve arrived,” Chad said, as he got up to go greet the guys.

This time Chad was the pied piper as he led the men into the living room. They briefly stopped to watch Gina exploring Sandy’s pussy with her hand before heading through the dinning room on the way to the masturbation room.

Gina stopped fingering Sandy and stood and said, “Come on, let’s join the others.”

Gina extended a hand to her as she arose from the sofa, and as Sandy passed me she said, “I’m so fucking horny right now.”

I followed the two girls to the backroom. The guys were taking their clothes off and putting them in the bins along the windowed wall. The windows were open and the warm summer night air was wafting in. The lighting was soft and low, yet ample enough to see every important detail of everyone’s naked body.

“Everyone! This is Sandy,” Gina announced, just has she had done with me two weeks ago. Gina didn’t announce Alex as a new member, so I assumed he came to this event from time to time.

Naked the guys came up to Sandy one by one to introduce themselves. They kissed her on the cheek, as they do with Gina. At first she was taken aback by all the attention, but soon she got into it.

Gina’s chair had been replaced by a love seat, otherwise the room looked the same. Gina removed her cocktail dress. She had on underneath a slim lacy open cup bra which left her gorgeous breast totally exposed, and a matching lacy garter belt with no panties. Her nylons had a matching lace at the top. She moved to stand behind Sandy and untied the strings on the back of her dress. She slipped the top of the dress down exposing Sandy’s lovely breasts. Sandy instinctively covered her breasts before realizing everyone else was naked, or at least getting there, so she let her hands down and relaxed. Gina then slid the dress down, and Sandy stepped out of it naked, except for nylons and a blue lacy garter belt.

“Help me make some margaritas,” she said to Sandy. The two of them headed for the kitchen while the guys milled around talking and stroking their cocks.

Chad came up to me and said, “Gina likes her. I can sense the warmth between them. Tell me, where did you find her?”

“My masseuse; Sandy is her mother,” I said with a sly smile. He gave me a nod and and expression of being intrigued.

“You surprise me sometimes, Peter. I like that.” Chad reached for my cock and started stroking me. I returned the favor and we continued to talk as we mutually masturbated one another. “I like her too, Peter. I can’t wait to taste her. You see…for me, with any new woman, that’s this first thing I want to do…is to eat her. I want to see what her pussy tastes like, and I want to make her cum in my mouth. If she tastes good and cums in my mouth, then I’ll know I want to fuck her. How about you? What’s the first thing you want sexually do to a new woman?”

The first thing that came to my mind was that I hadn’t had nearly as many lovers as he had. I had to think back to my youth before my marriage to Lisa. “I like to finger a woman to orgasm first, then I want to go down on her.”

“Mhm…nice one. That works too,” he concurred.

Jim and the new guy Alex walked over to where Chad and I where masturbating one another.

“Oh, Peter…this is Alex. Alex, Peter,” Chad introduced us. I took my right hand from Chad’s cock and reached for Alex’s hand. Alex was about as tall as Jim’s six foot frame. His hair was dirty blonde. He had a pleasant face with close cropped facial hair. His blue eyes glinted in the light. His cock was hard and he was stroking it slowly as we made introductory small talk.

“You’re the reason I came tonight,” Alex directed at me. Chad and Jim wondered off to chat with the other men masturbating around the room.

“Pardon?” I said. I had heard him clearly but wasn’t sure of what he meant.

“Chad has told me all about you. I used to attend more often, but I usually have something else going on on Thursday nights. I make an exception when Chad tells me there’s someone new to the group I should meet.”

I was taken aback, but at the same time flattered. I was still easily flabbergasted by how quickly Chad has taken me into his fold.

Alex moved close to me and reached for my cock and started stroking it, and I in turn reached for his. We stroked each other for a few minutes as we continued small talk. He then did something unexpected. He knelt down on his knees in front of me and took my cock again in his hand and stroked it while nuzzling his nose in my ball sack and inhaling my musk. My cock became rock hard and ached with lust. I thought he was going to suck me off right there, but I recalled the rules of the masturbation party was no oral, or penetrative sex allowed–only touching and frotting.

He rubbed my cock on his bearded face, but refrained from putting it in his mouth. I wanted him so much to do that. I wanted to grab the back of his head and pull him onto me. He soon stood and said, “nice cock you have, Peter. I can’t wait to get it into my mouth…perhaps later?”

“Sure thing, Alex. I look forward to it.” I said as I grabbed his engorged cock and gave it a good squeeze. I wanted so much to suck his cock at that moment–masturbation party rules be damned.

“Come and get it!” Gina bellowed as her and Sandy brought in the pitcher of margaritas and glasses.

I walked over to Sandy as they were handing out the drinks and whispered, “are you having fun?”

She gave me an enthusiastic smile and said, “I’m so fucking wet. I can’t stop touching myself.”

I knew then that she’d be fine with the masturbation session and the events to come afterwards.

After the drinks were handed out, Gina took Sandy by the hand and led her to the love seat. Gina sat at the edge and slumped back spreading her legs open and set her heels on the edge of the cushion. She then began to rub that big clit of hers. Sandy followed Gina’s lead and began rubbing her own clit and tweaking her nipples. That signaled the guys to take their seats in the two large sofas facing the long coffee table in the middle. Chad took his seat at the head of the table–opposite Gina’s seat. Soon, all the guys were stroking their hard cocks.

My eyes were fixated on Sandy. We had only made love a few times, and I hadn’t seen her masturbate yet. She was tweaking her left nipple with her left hand as she alternated rubbing her clit and sticking a few fingers in her twat with her right hand. She’d do this for a while, and then she’d just grab her whole pussy hard with her hand and jiggle it. Then she’s go back to assaulting her clit hard and fast. She shuddered in orgasm with her eyes closed and her head tilted back. I knew from fucking her that she could have many multiple orgasms a night; so I wasn’t worried she’d become satisfied after a few orgasms, and then become bored.

Gina wailed in orgasm too–right after Sandy came.

The sexual high in that room was intoxicating. Everyone was looking at everyone else while they played with themselves. My gaze kept jumping from one of the guys, then to Gina and Sandy, and then back to one of the guys. The air smelled heavily of cock and pussy. I breathed in deeply the musk, and it added intensely to my intoxication. My head was spinning in lust. Everyone was feeding off one another, and sexually getting higher and higher.

I’ve come to appreciate these masturbation sessions these past few weeks.

There is something about masturbating in front of other people that is liberating. I knew I was a voyeur, but until I joined this group, I had no idea I was also an exhibitionist. I love being watched while I pleasure my cock, and it turns me on watching others pleasure themselves.

The summer night air was wafting in through the windows and mixing with the eroticism in the room. It filled my senses, and once again my mind drifted into my favorite fantasy: the mythical time of Pan, Dionysus, satyrs, and nymphs. I closed my eyes for a moment and saw myself in a lush forest on a moonlit night. All around me were nymphs and satyrs cavorting in an orgasmic forest orgy. When I returned my attention back to the reality of the room, I realized I was in a modern day version of that reoccurring elusive dream. I was living my fantasy.

Jim and I were sitting next to each other on the couch. He soon reached for my cock and started masturbating me. I reached over and started stroking his seven inch piece of hard meat. His cock had smooth unblemished skin, a perfect girth to length ratio, and the picture perfect head. Like a hand model I thought; his cock should be used as a model penis. Then I remembered Chad had photographed his cock–in that black and white picture with Alex’s cock, and his wife’s pussy. I wanted so much to lean in and suck it, and I knew I would later that night after the masturbation group ended.

I thought of what Sandy would think of me sucking another man’s cock. She had expressed reservations about that. But I was not going to let that sway me. I thought of what Chad said earlier, ‘follow your sexual bliss,’ and that steeled my resolve. I was falling for Sandy, and I really wanted it to work out between us, but if my bisexuality was an issue–then so be it. I wasn’t going to change for anyone, ever again.

My cock pulsed with a mini dry orgasm as Jim expertly gave me a hand-job. The more he worked me up in a sexual frenzy, the greater my urge to suck his cock grew. I was salivating at the thought.

I looked over at the girls and Sandy was now fingering Gina’s large clitoris. Gina moaned and trembled as Sandy got her off.

The guys were now standing up and moving around the room while stroking their, or another guy’s, cock. Fred and Danny were standing and masturbating each other. Damon and Chad were standing face to face while frotting their cocks. Mark remained on the couch opposite me stroking his small dick. Sam was on the other end of the couch caressing his long thin cock while massaging his balls.

Jim left my side and headed over to where Chad and Damon were frotting each other. Alex came over and sat next to me in the vacant spot where Jim was. I instantly recalled when he knelt down and nuzzled his face with my cock earlier, and my lust blood surged throughout my organ. I reached for his shaft with my right hand and massaged his balls with my left. He sat back and scooted his butt towards the edge of the couch. He just sat there in ecstasy while I masturbated him. I stroked him from tip to base with a hard grip. I then switched to a lighter reverse grip. This allowed my fingers to tickle his frenulum as I stroked upwards on his mushroom head. Some pre-lube leaked out of his cock. I scooped some of his pre-lube up in my fingers, and brought it to my mouth and licked it off. I lubricated his cock with the rest of his ooze, and then I administered all the techniques I use on myself to pleasure him with my slick hand. He moaned as I circled his helmet head with a twist of my palm.

I had lost track of the time. Usually these sessions go for two hours before Gina announces it’s time to cum. But that night I think she cut the time short; it had only felt like an hour. With Sandy present, I’m sure she wanted to get the masturbation party over with so she could go down on her.

Gina got up and cleared the tube of lube off the glassed top coffee table. She then lay down on her back on the table. This was the customary signal that the night was cumming to an end. The men gathered around Gina and increased their pace of stroking while standing over her. Gina herself increased the pace of fingering her clit. Sandy looked on in awe. I had not told her about this part.

“Okay…I’m getting ready to cum, you fuckers,” she announced. Soon she squirmed and convulsed on the sturdy table. Just as every other Thursday masturbation session, the men one by one as they stood over her climaxed, their jism squirting all over her breasts, belly, legs, and crotch. This time I didn’t join the others in ejaculating on Gina. I wanted to save myself for the after party, and I noticed Jim, Alex, and Chad all did the same.

Sandy came again by her own hand as she witnessed Gina’s sperm shower.

Shortly afterwards, most of the guys were dressing and saying their goodbyes. Jim, as in the other Thursday nights I’ve been attending, stayed behind naked; his friend Alex did the same. Gina got up and went to the bathroom to clean off the mess.

I went to Sandy. “What’s next?” she asked. Her eyes smiled knowing the answer.

“Now we swing,” I said smiling at her as I put my arms around her.

She bit her lower lip in anticipation. Chad walked over to us and took Sandy by the hand. He led her to the sofa and motioned for her to lay down on her back. As she did, she draped one leg off the sofa cushion, so she could spread her legs. He knelt down in front of her crotch. He told me earlier he couldn’t wait to taste her, and he wasted no time going for what he wanted. He moved his face in between her legs and started eating her. I would have bet anything he was an expert at it, and judging by the expression on Sandy’s face, I would have cashed in. She closed her eyes and rolled her head in rapture as he quickly brought her to another orgasm.

Gina returned to the room. She climbed on the sofa and straddled Sandy’s face. I looked on in awe as Sandy lapped at Gina’s big clit. Sandy had told me she hadn’t had another woman since her college days; she certainly didn’t need a refresher course. As the evening moved on, my admiration for her grew. She was so like me; she was a horny devil who wanted it all.

I dropped to my knees in front of Alex and finally got what I was lusting after all evening. I licked his shaft from his balls to his tip. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I took him deeply within my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and face fucked me. I came up gasping for air. I grabbed his cock with my hands and jerked him hard as I caught my breath. I then took him in again and he used my mouth until I turned red and gagged. This went on for a while, each time I didn’t fully recover my breath before he was in my mouth again. When I couldn’t catch my breath, I put up my hand in surrender.

I went to the other sofa and sat back breathing hard. Jim came over and got between my legs on his knees and started sucking my cock. I had a full view of what was happening on the other sofa. Sandy was now up on her hands and knees and Chad was fucking her from behind. Gina lay on the sofa in front of Sandy with her legs spread, and Sandy was eating her. I lay back and let Jim fellate me for a while–it felt incredible.

I didn’t want to abandon Sandy entirely right off the bat, so I pushed Jim off my cock and got up and went to the other sofa. I stuck my cock between Sandy’s lips and Gina’s pussy. Sandy turned her head and looked at me and smiled. She then sucked my cock in her mouth. I let her suck me for a few moments and then pulled back, and she went right back to work on Gina’s clit. I stood there and watched her eat Gina for a few minutes, and then slipped my cock once again between her lips and Gina’s pussy. She sucked me in again until I was about to blow my wad, and then I pulled back and let her resume her efforts with Gina’s pussy.

Meanwhile, Jim had gotten up and walked to Gina’s head and slipped his cock into her mouth. Alex stood behind Jim and slipped his cock into Jim’s ass. All six of us were in a line and were either being fucked, sucked or eaten. It was divine, it was glorious–it was an orgy.

Chad pulled out of Sandy’s pussy. He looked at me and pointed to her ass, and then made a motion with his hands; his thumb and forefinger in a circle, and index finger in and out. I shrugged. Sandy and I had not talked about anal sex. She told me she had one threesome with two guys, but I didn’t know if she’d ever taken it up the ass or not.

Chad shrugged, and then knelt down and started tonguing her anus. She wiggled her butt and pushed back at his face. That was the signal he was looking for, because he soon lubed up a finger and was probing her. My cock was still sharing her mouth with Gina’s pussy. Chad then slipped two fingers in her ass and she moaned on my cock.

Gina slipped out from under Sandy and she, Alex, and Jim went to the other sofa to fuck. I lay down where she was and Sandy resumed sucking me. Chad put on a condom and lubed up his sheathed dick and slipped it in Sandy’s ass. She screamed in delight with her mouth still wrapped around my cock. I slipped my cock out of her mouth and pulled at her arms. She got the hint and started crawling up the sofa as I shimmied in the opposite direction. Chad figured out what was happening, and with his cock still in her ass walked on his knees in unison with her movements. Soon my cock was at her pussy, and she then impaled herself on it. It turned out that was her first DP.

I felt Chad’s cock slide past mine inside her as we both fucked Sandy. Chad in her bowels, and me in her vagina–our cocks dueling to pleasure her. She was lost in lust. Her head was going around and around; her hair whipping my face. She screamed in pleasure. She bucked into orgasm, again and again. We fucked her like that until she cried uncle.

Chad pulled out of her ass and took off the condom. He then moved his cock to my face, and I sucked him in. Sandy moved to my crotch and took me into her mouth. I was sucking cock while being sucked, one of my new favorite positions.

Chad wanted my ass though, so it wasn’t long before he pulled out of my mouth and moved towards that direction. He put another condom on, and shooed Sandy away from my cock. I spread my legs and bent my knees to my shoulders. He lubed up my ass and then put his dick head at my entrance. He looked at me and I nodded. He pushed as I pushed my anus to him, and he slipped in.

Chad’s cock fit my ass perfectly. As he fucked me, I recalled the first time with him, nearly two weeks before, when he took my virgin ass. I recalled the pleasure and pain duo of that first time–the rush, the headiness, the fullness. Since that first night, there had only been a few other times that he’s fucked me, but each time it has gotten better than the time before–and this night was no exception. His cock head brushed my prostate with every stroke and sent waves of pleasure up and down my spine.

Sandy watched as he fucked me. I observed her while she eyed Chad’s cock sliding in and out of me. I was looking for any sign of disgust, and I was happy to see none. After all, she just had his cock in her ass, so how could she judge? She soon started fingering her clit as she watched us; a sign she approved. I looked on in glee as she brought herself to another orgasm.

After she calmed from her climax, I took her hand and pulled her to my cock. She knelt down and took it into her mouth. She had a bird’s eye view of Chad’s cock fucking my ass as she sucked my cock and played with my balls. Chad fucked me for what seemed like an hour of bliss, but I’m sure it was only ten or fifteen minutes. I was lost in ecstasy, and lost all perspective of time.

Chad started exhibiting signs that he was about to blow his load in my ass. I was so ready to cum. I had been holding it off for a while now and my orgasm was aching to explode. I signaled to Sandy that I was about to cum. I wanted to give her the option of not taking my load in her mouth, but she stayed the course. Soon Chad was bucking and moaning as he climaxed in my ass, and that triggered my climax. At first I shoved my cock deep into Sandy’s throat, but I didn’t want to choke her, so I pulled back to her lips and then let it go. My cock pulsed as I unloaded into her mouth. She gulped down what she could, but some of it leaked out around her lips. She wantonly licked and lapped my shaft and balls to get every last drop. My cock was still hard, and she sucked it into her mouth again. Sucking me harder while using her hands to milk my shaft, my cock spasmed and jerked in post orgasmic convulsions. As my trembling subsided, she pulled her mouth off my cock, but continued to milk it with her hands until she coaxed a few more drops out of me; which she eagerly licked off the tip of my cock.

As Chad pulled out of my ass, I lay there in complete bliss. Sandy crawled up and moved her face to mine. We kissed passionately with the smell and taste of my seed mixed with the essence of Gina’s cunt still in her mouth.

The three of us sat back panting. We glistened in the sweaty glow of after-sex. We watched Jim continuing to fuck Gina on the other sofa while Alex fucked Jim’s ass. It wasn’t long before the three of them were all climaxing together. Jim emptied himself deep into Gina’s pussy, as Alex did the same in Jim. When they decoupled, Jim slumped exhausted on the other end of the couch, and Alex staggered to the bathroom to clean up. Gina lay spent with her legs spread and her cunt dripping with Jim’s cream.

Sandy went over and began eating Jim’s cum from Gina’s pussy. I was astonished at her sexual appetite. After she lapped up all of Jim’s cum, she went to town on Gina’s clit and soon brought her to one more orgasm.

In the car on the way home Sandy said, “I can’t believe I almost didn’t come with you tonight. I can’t believe I almost let my biases against male-male sex keep me from the most wonderful night of my life. And I gotta tell ya–I was so wrong. It was totally a turn-on watching you guys suck and fuck each other. And the masturbation part of the evening was so fucking hot too. Thank you, Peter…for everything…I mean it…you’ve opened up my eyes. This night was way better than I could of possibly imagined. I am just floating in sexual bliss right now. I don’t ever want to come down from this.”

“I’m so happy you had a good time. And there’s more to come. Chad says he wants to introduce us to more of his special friends.”

“I can’t believe I ate Jim’s cum out of Gina’s pussy. I never would have done that before. Tonight I just let go of all my inhibitions. I was so randy–I would have done anything.”

“That was a special moment for me too. I loved watching you do that. I knew right then and there that I’d found my sexual twin. I think we can have a lot of fun together, if you want.”

“I’d love to, Peter. I can’t wait to see where this all takes us,” she said, as she reached over to my crotch and started massaging me. My cock surged hard again. This time fueled from the passion between us.

“My God, you’re rock hard again,” she murmured. She unbuttoned the fly on my pants, and while I continued to drive she stroked my hard cock.

When we arrived at her house, there was no doubt what we were going to do. No words were spoken about it. We simply went to her bed–and made passionate.

love.

The End.

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