Chapter 4: Submission and freedom

After our session with Ariana, Pam seemed to be riding a high. Her whole demeanour changed the stress and worry she had exhibited seemed to fade away. I think that her realization that she was bisexual and the fact that I did not take umbrage was part of it.

We were scheduled to meet with Ariana and her friend Renaldo the coming Saturday night. Pam seemed excited about experiencing her first experience with another couple.

As Saturday approached, she started to become moody and distant. Our lovemaking was still orgiastic. However, I sensed something was wrong. Buyer’s remorse was what came to my mind, she was having second thoughts about being in a relationship with me. That saddened me as I genuinely had fallen for her and didn’t want to lose her.

I finally decided to cut to the chase and bring up the subject. “Pam, what’s troubling you?” I asked.

She looked up at me, wistfully with tears in her eyes. “Chris, I’m scared.”

“What’s scaring you, honey?”

She remained silent, and the waterworks kept flowing.

I sat on the couch next to her and ran my fingers through her blond hair. My arms enfolded her, and I whispered in her ear, “Just tell me. Always remember I am your friend and will always stand by you.”

“Always?” she blurted out through the sobs.

“Always, no matter what!”

“The other day, I saw you looking at Ariana naked, and I saw the look of lust in your eyes. What if you decide you want to be with her instead of with me? Would you leave me?”

“Wow! Where did that come from? How do I explain this to you?

“Honey, there is something different about you and me. We are both shameless hedonists. Both you and I will always lust for sexual experiences. I knew that you would always lust for other men and now also women. It was something that I accepted when I decided to be with you.

“Now if we walk down the street and you see me looking at another woman, I want you to understand that it does not mean that I am going to run after her and leave you.”

“But ... But doesn’t that mean you desire her and want to be with her.”

“Pam, you still don’t differentiate between lust and love. The other day you lusted for Ariana but did you love her?”

“No, of course not. Not the same way I love you.”

“So how do you define love?”

“What a question. I don’t know if I have ever defined it. What’s your definition?”

“Hey! That’s cheating, I asked the question first. But I’ll be nice. Love is the most misused word in the English language. People love ice cream, love their car, love a song, and they use that interchangeably when trying to describe probably the most powerful emotion a person can feel. Love to me is when you care enough for another person that you will do anything in your power to make that person happy. Once you understand that, everything falls into place.

“On the other hand, there is lust. Lust is when a person causes that tingle in your pussy or for a man gives him an erection.”

Pam looked at me and remained silent. I got up and went to get us both a drink. When I returned, she stood up from the couch, wrapped her arms around me, and raised her head to give me a kiss. “Chris, I love you and ... I like ice cream. I always like your cream too. I now understand.”

“I’m still nervous, however, about our swing session with Ariana and Renaldo. What if I don’t find him attractive?”

“Don’t worry about that, honey. Renaldo owns the Fogo de Chao Churrascaria in Copley Square. We are meeting there to have supper and do a strategic reconnaissance. If you are not willing, you and I will return home alone. Though knowing Ariana’s taste in men, I think you will at a minimum find him attractive.”

“If I find him attractive you won’t mind if we fuck?”

“No, I don’t mind. I have confidence in myself and in you. I am not threatened by other men or women. It is not a macho thing. It’s just that I know who I am and want to lead you to the same realizations for yourself. Knowing myself means that I know you are the one for me. I had been searching a long time for you and believe that to use that overworked, but nevertheless correct phrase, we are soulmates.

“Oh, Chris, that’s so sweet. I thought likewise but was too self-conscious to say it.”

“Now I’m ready for brunch, and you are the menu: Appetizer, main course, and dessert. What do you think?”

“Sounds delicious!”

“Chris, what do I wear tonight? This is a first for me, I have never attended an orgy before.”

“Dress in something you are comfortable in but which makes you feel sexy. Don’t forget to wear the bling which Ariana provided. It will please her and me as well as Renaldo if you allow him the opportunity to see it.”

“Panties?”

“Yes. You can take your panties off at the restaurant if you decide to.”

She came out of the bedroom attired in a midnight blue mini dress that struggled to contain her ass. I swear that if she took a deep breath it would rise high enough to reveal the wisp of silk that she wore as panties. Speaking of deep breaths, the cleavage revealed enough skin to send even St Peter directly to hell. You could say ‘her cup runneth over’ without exaggerating.

Her extraordinary legs were shod in matching midnight blue saddleback stiletto pumps with a four-inch spike heel. When standing straight, she was almost as tall as I was. I just hoped Renaldo was tall or he would be intimidated by her. But who knows? Maybe that was part of her strategy.

We called for an Uber to take us to the club. During the drive over, Pam was silent but snuggled really close to me as if seeking reassurance in my presence.

The Uber dropped us off in front of a modern glass building. I had my misgivings as I would feel as if I was sitting in a goldfish bowl with all passersby being able to observe our every move.

The maître d who greeted asked if we had a reservation when we told him we were guests of Mr. Renaldo, he gave us a knowing smile and led us to the second floor. As we walked through the restaurant I’ll swear some men must have sprained their necks ogling Pam as she swayed through the place.

We were shown to a private room with a table set for four. A waiter came in and asked us whether we would have a pre-dinner drink. Pam asked him what he would recommend, and he suggested a caipirinha.

“What’s that?” Pam asked.

He explained that it was Brazil’s most popular aperitif made from a mixture of Brazilian rum, lime, and sugar and that it would be perfect before the meal we would be served.

“I didn’t know that Brazil produced rum,” I interjected.

He explained that the Brazilian rum was different in that it was made from sugar cane and not from molasses, so it was much smoother than other rums.

On that note, Ariana and Fernando entered. Ariana was stunning as usual. Dressed similarly to Pam except the dress colour was green. Her cleavage was breathtaking as her massive breasts threatened to spill out at the slightest motion.

Renaldo was tall, (thank god) and his swarthy complexion was a match for Ariana’s. He wore a well-trimmed mustache and was muscular, not like a weightlifter but more like a swimmer. His dark eyes sparkled as he looked at Pam.

He came over, and we exchanged handshakes. He went to Pam and kissed her hand. I could tell she was taken aback. There is not much hand-kissing done in the US today. She smiled at him as his hand lingered a few moments in hers.

Meanwhile, Ariana enveloped me in a hug and gave me a sweet kiss. She went to Pam, and this time the kiss lasted longer and was more passionate.

Renaldo turned to me and said, “Chris, I admire your taste. She is a stunning lady, and I see that Ariana also approves.”

“Yes. I think they will be very close. Ariana and Pam talked every day this week. I think they are becoming BFFs.”

“My new friends, why don’t we sit down and I will explain what I suggest as our dinner. Have you ever had a Brazilian Churrascaria?”

I admitted that it was one of my favourite meals while Pam confessed, not knowing about it.

Renaldo explained that Churrascaria was a selection of meats, fish, and seafood grilled on skewers and sliced at the table off the skewer. The servings were in smaller portions to permit the dinner to sample a variety of dishes and tastes. This would be accompanied by rice and a selection of salads and vegetables.

“It sounds delicious,” Pam said, “We place ourselves in your capable hands.”

As soon as she spoke, she realized what she had said and blushed deeply.

Ariana burst out laughing. “I see you are considering my advice. I am sure you will enjoy the experience.”

“When Ariana spoke to me this week she told me that you had never had a swapping experience, Pam.”

“No, Renaldo, if I decide to do this it will be a first for me. I am very nervous about the whole concept.”

“Why?”

“Many reasons. Chris and I just met, and I have fallen head over heels in love with him, and I fear that he will prefer Ariana to me. I also don’t want Chris to feel hurt if he sees me enjoying the attentions of another man.”

Renaldo turned to me, “Well, Chris, what do you have to say to that?”

“Renaldo, I have explained to Pam that both she and I are highly sexually driven. That I prefer to be a participant and sometimes the initiator of our sexcapades. She knows I feel about her the same way she thinks about me. I have agreed with her that I will have to give my approval for any man she desires as she will have to give her consent of any woman I desire.

“Like you, I am not a cuckold. I think the term applied to men such as you and I is a stag. I have also explained to her the differentiation between love and lust. She also knows that she is the one who controls her choices. If after our meal, she does not feel right about this, then each couple will go their own way.”

Turning to Pam, he asked, “How do you feel if Chris and Ariana enjoy each other tonight?”

“Apart from the fear I expressed before I would enjoy watching them and participating in the action.”

“So you do understand that there is a shared pleasure in sharing.”

“Yes, I do, but I still have to get used to the concept as it has not been part of my experience.”

“Good! If you do decide favorably I assure you I will do my best to make you enjoy the experience. Now let’s eat.”

As if by magic, the waiter entered and started serving the appetizers. Two cold water lobster claws, one split lobster tail, and four jumbo shrimp. Served with drawn butter, Brazilian malagueta cocktail sauce, and fresh lemon.

Ariana asked Pam if she was wearing her special jewelry when Pam answered in the affirmative a broad smile appeared on her face. She told us that she was wearing a matched set but with rubies instead of sapphires.

I almost drooled at the mental image of Ariana bedecked as I knew Pam was with nipple and clit clamps and those intriguing spheres stuffed up her ass. Renaldo leaned over and said, “Con su permisso,” gently pulled her dress out slightly looked at the nipple clamps attached around her engorged nipples. “Delicious,” he said.

Pam smiled and in turn, ran her hand up his thigh and sampled his cock through his trousers. She smiled at him and said, “Exquisito!” with a big smile on her face.

Renaldo had that ability of all true great lovers of devoting his complete attention on the woman he was courting, so while he devoted his focus on Pam, I did likewise with Ariana.

Course succeeded course from Picanha the prime part of the top sirloin to marinated chicken legs, shrimp, lamb, and pork. Thankfully the portions were small and were passed around repeatedly so you could resample anything you particularly liked. The meal was accompanied by a robust California Cabernet.

Sated, we sat there, chit-chatting among ourselves. We passed on dessert, wanting to sample other types of deserts. Ariana asked Pam to join her, and both went to powder their noses. When they returned, Ariana handed me a pair of minuscule panties while Pam gave hers to Renaldo. I brought the panties to my nose and inhaled the aroma of Ariana’s juices while Renaldo did likewise with Pam’s.

He turned to me and said, “Methinks the ladies are willing and eager, what do you think?”

“I agree. Shall we depart to someplace where we will be more at ease?”

“One last thing before we go to cap this Brazilian evening. Pam, do you like to dance?”

“Why, yes!”

He opened a door and led us to a small private dance floor. Music filled the room from an unseen source with the rhythm of Brazilian samba.

Renaldo took Pam’s hand and led her through the steps of a voluptuous samba. I noticed his hands straying to caress her charms, sliding up her thigh, or caressing her ass. Luckily owning a club myself I was able to follow suit and dance with Ariana. By the time the dance was over both he and I were stretching the front of our pants.

It always amazed me how Ariana’s body was such a delight to hold and to caress. As the dance ended, she crawled up my body and gave me a kiss that left me weak at the knees. I noticed that Renaldo was also kissing Pam and that his hand was up between Pam’s thighs and I was sure he was sampling a very wet pussy.

We grabbed an Uber and returned to Pam’s apartment. No sooner were we through the door that Pam announced she was going to take a shower and asked Ariana if she wanted to join her.

“Now you boys stay here and entertain yourselves while Ariana and I get ready for the festivities,” she giggled. With that, both women left. Renaldo and I had a drink and impatiently awaited their return.

“How do you want to do this, Chris?” he asked. “Separate couples or group orgy?”

“I believe Pam would feel more comfortable with a group swap, she has not done this before, and I want her to be at ease. With Ariana and myself there, she will also see the delight of being a voyeur, and it will help her understand lust versus love.”