"They want us to come."
Dave looked up from his laptop and blinked. He'd been too immersed in writing yet another report to do more than say hi when Jennifer had come home. She'd met their friend Jen for dinner while he'd spent the evening in and tried furiously to catch up with work. Or more precisely, not fall further behind.
"To the swingers' club. We did say we'd help them find another couple to play with."
Dave let out a small sigh. He hit Control-S and closed the lid of his computer. It looked like it was finally time to talk about the relationship between the couples.
It wasn't that he and Jennifer hadn't talked at all. She'd wanted reassurances that he wasn't upset or having second thoughts about him telling her to jack Will off over Labor Day. He'd given them. Repeatedly. They'd also had a brief conversation about what had happened before—the women's flashing games, the incidents over the Fourth of July. Jennifer wanted to make sure he didn't have any regrets, and Dave didn't, though he didn't know what he wanted to do in the future.
"Do you want to go?" he asked.
"I want to support Jen." She tilted her head. "And Will. And I think they need to do this. But I don't."
"You don't need to do this?"
She shook her head. "Rob and I went once. I didn't like it."
Her voice strained just enough to make Dave curl his lip.
"We watched a while," she said. "Then we left."
"How about if we talk about it on the couch?"
She nodded and they adjourned to the sofa, where Jennifer cuddled into his side and let him wrap his arms around her.
"So what happened?" he asked.
"Nothing, that night. We watched a little, talked to some people, and I told Rob I didn't feel comfortable. None of those strangers were doing anything for me. So we went home. He wanted to go back, but when I said I didn't want to, he suggested that maybe we try something with Jen and her boyfriend instead."
"And that didn't go well."
"No. It wasn't too bad at first. Of course, we talked about it ahead of time, Jen and I. Both our guys wanted it, and we were both, well, I'm not sure 'willing' so much as 'not opposed.' Jen had already pretty much figured out she was an exhibitionist by then, though she wasn't as refined in her 'games' as she is now. She thought it'd be hot to put on a show for the guys and then get them involved."
"A show? Like the Fourth of July?" Dave's gut churned a bit at the mixed memory.
"Nothing so elaborate. We just stripped and posed. Things got ugly before we did much with each other."
"But you would have?"
"Sure. We'd fooled around before."
Dave tensed. This was new news.
Jennifer sensed the change. "We never did much. Mostly just masturbating together."
"She went down on you in Breckenridge."
"Yes, we did that once before, but only the one time. That's how I learned I wasn't bi."
"But you don't mind touching another woman."
"No. Not if she's a friend. But touching's not the same."
They fell silent for a moment. Dave squeezed Jennifer slightly, which she returned. He lightly caressed her back.
"So... ," he asked, his pulse beating with hesitancy, "what all have you and Jen done together?"
"It was before you came along."
"I know. But she's a part of your life now. Our life."
"Does it matter?"
"No. Not really. I'm not going to be jealous or anything. It's just..."
"It's just what?"
"You have been the most incredible girlfriend," he said, "but there are times when it feels like you've got a mask on, around me. That you're hiding your true face. And this is one of those times."
Jennifer let out a long slow breath. "Do you really want to know?"
"Even though you might get jealous?"
Dave paused. Would he? Yeah, after Claire's cheating, he knew that jealousy lived a little too close to the surface of his heart. It didn't want to be betrayed again. But he hadn't been jealous of Jennifer with Will...
"I think," he said in measured tones, "that knowing is better than not."
"That's not always true."
"Agreed. But in this case, I know a little, and that means my imagination is filling in the rest. Which can be both good and bad. I suspect the reality is a lot tamer."
Jennifer snorted. "I'm sure it is."
"So tell me."
"Well ... you know Jen and I met in college and became roommates our senior year. We were good friends and spent many nights staying up late, drinking wine and talking. Mostly about guys and our dating life, of course."
Dave couldn't help grinning. "Which you still talk about."
"Sometimes. There's not as much drama nowadays. At least usually."
"True. But even this thing with Will and Jen isn't unnecessary drama. I remember too much of that in college."
"So do I. I'm so glad we're past that." She gave Dave a squeeze.
"So you were telling me about you and Jen."
"Ah. Well, she's always been a very sexual person. Me too, of course, but she was more uninhibited. One night I came home early from a date and found her and her boyfriend going at it in the living room. She didn't get embarrassed at all, but simply apologized and said they hadn't expected me. Then she took him into her bedroom and they went at it again."
"What did you do?"
"Went into my room and put my headphones on. Then turned the volume up. Several times."
Dave chuckled, as a host of memories flooded through. "She can be loud."
Jennifer smiled. "She can. I teased her about it the next day, but she just said that was the way she was. She knew I didn't have a problem with it."
"Did you ever walk in on her again?"
"No. I heard her a couple more times, but then she broke up with that boyfriend. A week or two after that, I was up late studying and I heard her again, but I realized she was alone. She was using a new vibrator she'd bought."
"I teased her about that, but again she wasn't embarrassed. She said I should try it and offered to loan it to me."
"Did you take her up on it?"
"Not immediately, but eventually. I was single and I'd never owned a sex toy before. So a few nights later, when we were having wine and talking, I asked her what it felt like. I had my first vibrator-induced orgasm later that night."
"No. In my room alone. But she knew, of course. And she heard me. A few days later we went shopping and I got my own."
Visions of the two women in a sex store danced through Dave's imagination. "That must have been interesting."
"It was pretty boring, actually. No different than buying an alarm clock, or lingerie. We went to a pretty high end store that actually carried lingerie."
"What did get interesting was a few weeks later when we had another wine and conversation night. We got to talking about guys, and then sex, and what we liked, and what we fantasized about. We both drank a lot and were feeling really comfortable, because Jen decided she wanted an orgasm right then. She hopped up to get her vibrator and for some reason I told her to bring it back—that we weren't done talking."
"Of course. She teased me about getting mine too and, well, to make a long story short, we ended up playing with our toys there together in the living room, watching each other and telling each other stories to keep us turned on."
Dave's blood pulsed. His cock stiffened in his pants and he tried to keep his voice calm.
"And what happened then?" he asked.
"That night, not much else. When we were both satiated, we went to bed. Separately. We did it again a few more times and then one night she asked if she could go down on me. She was curious. I said yes, and had a great orgasm. I returned the favor, but didn't enjoy it."
"No. Like I said, that's when I realized I wasn't bi. I just liked the energy of getting off together. Kind of like when we were all together in Santa Fe. It's a lot hotter when you're doing it with someone else. Besides, we didn't do much more. A week later I met Rob, and Jen and I stopped our 'wine and play' nights."
"So when the swingers' club didn't work for Rob and me, we talked about getting with Jen. I mentioned it to her and she liked the idea and we set it up."
"And it went south."
"So what made it go bad?"
"Me kissing Mark. Rob was getting a blowjob from Jen and Mark and I were just sitting there watching. So we started kissing and he felt my breasts. Rob flipped out. But not before he'd come in Jen's mouth."
"Of course." Dave squeezed her tight in reassurance. "He was definitely a bastard with a double standard."
"It was worse than that. He called me a slut and a cunt. He did apologize a few days later, but our marriage never recovered."
Dave let out a sigh of sympathy. He felt badly for Jennifer in having had such a jerk of a husband, but then if she hadn't, they wouldn't have gotten together.
"So ... as much as I like the games, particularly with Jen, I don't want to go through that again."
"Well, I'm not Rob."
"I know. But you have your own demons."
Dave stiffened. He knew he had scars and fears, but he'd worked quite a bit to overcome them during the past year.
Jennifer gave him a reassuring squeeze. "And if you don't want to go to the club with Jen and Will, we won't go."
"Why would I have a problem with going?"
.... There is more of this story ...