Big Love

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Swinging, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Size, Big Breasts, Public Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: Amy has been having doubts about her relationship with Gary, she doesn't think she'd giving him enough sex on her own, so she arranges for an invite to a sex party in a stately home. Amy, Gary and Pixie have a very good time, but does Amy need to go to this trouble?

Amy is concerned that Gary isn't getting enough sex, she's more than satisfied, but worried that now they're only having sex once or twice a week, and sometimes not at all, his wild oats are not being sown often enough.

I hate that inner voice, the one you know isn't right but you still have to listen to it, and you still kind of believe it. My inner voice is telling me that Gary isn't sexually satisfied.

We've been together nine months now, and I'm more than satisfied in bed, he makes me cum so deep inside that if I'm being selfish he could stop what he's doing there and then and I'd be just dandy. I'm not selfish though, and I need him to cum, as often as he needs.

When we first met we used to make love 3 or 4 times a night most nights, but now we make love every other day, and if Pixie or Tina visit then Gary has a whale of a time, usually screwing both, or all three of us if both girls are round, morning and night.

So you see, he can satisfy multiple girls, so how can he be happy with just me? He says he's more than satisfied, but that inner voice tells me he's just being kind.

What can I do to get him more sex? I have considered getting Pixie to move in, but after thinking long and hard I decided that I loved her too much, and I wanted our times together to be a treat, something to look forward too. The same with Tina, I have a sneaking suspicion that Gary is very fond of her, and who could blame him, she's simply stunning. I don't feel threatened by her though, I know Gary loves me more than anything, and I love him, I truly feel we're soul-mates, bound together forevermore.

So, I'm at a loss as to how I can get him more sex without paying for hookers, not something I'd want to do after hearing Pixie's stories about life in the sex industry. I'm also bored. Gary is working in the kitchen, trying to get a database working or something, and I'm lounging in front of the TV, yes we bought one at last, and flicking through the channels. I've often thought that if you can't find something to watch on the first ten channels you may as well give up, but I don't give up and I'm working my way towards the lower reaches of the guide and stumble upon a documentary about dogging.

It looked sleazy, and the majority of the girls were skanky to say the least, but it set me thinking, but I needed to do some research, which would need the internet. Gary would be working tomorrow night, a software update needed to be done out of hours, so he'd be working until midnight at least.

So the next night I had sole use of the laptop, and I set about searching, starting with dogging and moving onto some topics that raised my eyebrows, I thought I was open minded but some people have perversions that made me shudder. I actually shut the laptop in horror when I saw a site about dogging using actual dogs.

Anyway, after a gin & tonic I turned the laptop back on and started afresh, and half an hour later I'd found the answer, but I had to phone Pixie to check what she thought.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do honey?"

"Yes, and no. Oh I don't know. I'm probably being paranoid, but I really think that the only time Gary is totally satisfied is when you and Tina are round. He can't be OK just having sex with me every couple of nights surely."

"I think he is, you two are deeply in love and that's enough for him."

"But how can you be sure?"

"Does he look at other girls at work, or in the pub?"

"Yeah, sure he does, I'd think it odd if he didn't."

"OK, but how does he react when they leave? Does he follow them with his eyes?"

"Err, no I don't think he does. No, he doesn't."

"See, once they're gone they're forgotten. I bet if you didn't know me, and hadn't introduced us he wouldn't give me a second thought."

"No, that's not right, you're beautiful."

"And so are you. More beautiful than I am because you're all natural, my boobs and hair colour are 100% fake."

"Hmmm, maybe you have a point."

"Hold on, I've got an idea. Tomorrow can you go & see your mum, and I'll babysit Gary. I'm willing to bet he won't try anything on while you're not here."

"Ok. I'm fine if he does molest you by the way, but it'll be an interesting experiment."

So the next morning I told Gary that I had to visit my mum after work, but Pixie was in town so she'd pick him up and take him home, he seemed fine with that, and as it was curry night tonight at Wetherspoons they'd pop round there for tea.

Mum was surprised to see me that night, and was instantly suspicious, had we had a falling out? Was I pregnant? Was I having second thoughts about the wedding? I got quite angry about the fact that I couldn't pay my dear mother a visit without her grilling me.

Once Mum's partner Dave had calmed us down we had a nice night, watching old movies streamed on Love Film.

At 11 o'clock I decided I'd given them enough time to get down and dirty, so if anything was going to happen it would have happened by now. All the way home I was nervous, did I want Gary to do the deed, or did I want him to be a gentleman. And again I found I was torn over which would be the favourable outcome. My god what a mess I'd got myself into.

All my questions were answered when I got home and they were sat on the sofa, close but separate, that friendly distance you sit when you're comfortable in someone's presence, watching Blade Runner. I realised that I was relieved about this, and loved Pixie that little bit more for what she'd shown me.

That night Gary took me to heaven many times, we made love until the early morning and when we finished we were so physically tired I fell asleep on top of Gary with him still deep inside me, and I awoke there when the alarm went off seemingly minutes later.

I'm sure I was walking funny at work, because the other girls in the office were giving me odd looks all day, just before lunch the HR girl Jenna took me aside and asked me if I was pregnant – the second time in less than 24 hours – I managed not to snap her head off, perhaps because she's a lovely girl. I advised her that it was highly unlikely, so she said I'd been glowing all day, so there must be a reason. I could be nothing but honest with her, so I just blurted out that Gary had taken me every which way for at least 4 hours last night, so I was probably still coming down from the attention. Jenna just mumbled "lovely" and shuffled off.

I phoned Pixie at lunchtime and she gave me a full account of her evening with Gary, emphasising that he was a perfect gentleman at all times, maintaining eye contact as much as possible over their curry at the pub. They chatted about all kinds of things, music, films, the upcoming wedding, in fact anything but sex, and Tina was never mentioned.

When I told Pixie how much sex we'd had after she'd gone she laughed long and hard, "well I must have got him hot for you just by sitting next to him. I'll take that as a compliment"

My mind was at rest about Gary then, he wasn't lusting after every girl in town, but I think every now and then I'll have to put some effort in to give him an extra sexy night.

A couple of weeks later though I was again channel surfing in the nether regions of the guide when I stumbled upon a fly on the wall documentary about a swingers' club, and it awoke my previous doubts. I began wondering if Gary would like to go to a swingers' night and fuck as many ladies as he liked with impunity. But what would I do? I don't want any other man, I've fucked dozens in the past but only Gary has ever made me cum.

Time for another call to Pixie, Gary was in the kitchen working again so I turned off the TV and went upstairs to call her.

"I was expecting this call sometime, what brought this up tonight?"

"A program on 5* about swingers. I got all hot thinking about Gary having his wicked way with loads of horny women hungry for his cock, but then I started to worry about what I'd do, I really don't want any other man touching me."

"Is that how you feel about other men? Are you repulsed?"

"I'd never thought about it like that, but yeah, I did shudder when I thought of other men touching me, is that how you feel?"

"Well I wouldn't go that far, but 5 years on the game really puts you off men as a species. Gary's the only man I allow inside me now, but to be honest even without our chequered past with men I think we'd have been spoilt by Gary."

"Yeah, you may be right, but I still can't shake the revulsion I felt at the thought of having another man."

"Well you wouldn't have to join in you know, and there might be a spare girl for you if you feel left out. But honestly, think long and hard before you go any further along this road."

"OK, thanks for listening, and for not shouting me down, I'll think about it and we'll talk again before I do anything."

So, another week went by, on Thursday I put on my sexiest undies and dragged Gary away from his databases for another super extended session, not quite as late this time but I spent another Friday walking bow-legged.

Friday night I called Pixie back, I'd decided I had to go along with this, at least once if only for Gary to tell me I was being silly and he didn't need to go through with it.

Pixie was her usual ultra-sensible self and decided that if I was going through with it, she'd come to for "protection" as she put it, she also offered to ask around her mates for a safe swingers club.

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