Chapter 10: Party Planning

Dirk had just given me a serious jolt of some raw emotions. The question he asked was, ‘What did I think about Russ and Jo going to a swinger’s party somewhere in the Bay Area?’

A part of me said, ‘Oh, shit,’ but more of me said, “Fuck, yeah. I want to go too.’ My pussy felt like it had just been hit with lightning – very good lightning.

Dirk continued, “Jo has a friend that had been whispering in her ear about all the fun she has at these parties, and that she wants Jo to join her plus anybody she wants to bring along. Jo told Russ that she wanted to go, but only if you approve. Based on what I told you a moment ago, you know that I approve. I’m enough of a horndog that I’d love that kind of thing.

“Russ seemed enthused with the idea of such a party too; again only with approvals from the east coast. He went so far as to promise that he’d help find something equivalent back here for you to attend if that was what it took to get approval...”

I asked, “What’s your thinking about it?”

“I love the idea of my wife having sex with other men, and at a party is fine, providing Russ is along to be sure things stay on the up and up, so to speak. I don’t want her walking into the equivalent of a biker bar, plus I want all the interactions with her to be safe sex.

“Jo is excited about the idea, and she has Russ thinking the same way. Her friend has been to a half-dozen of these, and claims that it’s a great group sex experience – lots of orgasms, new sex partners, a chance to try new things, and general naughty fun. In some ways, she told Jo, it’s like an old Roman orgy with couples fucking everywhere and enjoying themselves.”

Bree said, “No drugs? No accidents in an alcoholic haze?”

Dirk said, “I asked, and Jo said her friend said there was beer and wine, but no one got loopy. Drugs were forbidden, even weed.” He said a few more things about what Jo had told him of the group and her friends, and I felt aroused by the idea as he went on.

I shrugged, “Heck, at this stage of things, I have no reservations at all. I would have had negatives a few months ago, but after opening our relationship to you and Jo, and then having Bree join our circus, I think that’d be fun. Heck, I want to go too. Maybe it’ll be on one of the weekends that I fly out there to fuck my husband.”

My statement about going to the swinger party was prophetic. I’d planned to fly to the west coast for a long weekend for over two months because of a break in classes, and, as it turned out, that was the weekend when Jo and Russ would be going to their first swinger’s party on a Saturday night. I cheered out loud when I got that news.

I was so excited flying out on that Friday that halfway across the country I had to go into the airplane’s small lavatory and wash my crotch because I was oozing so much sex juice. About all I could think of was all the sex that I’d be having the entire weekend. The thought of being with Russ and Jo, and then going to a real swinger’s party was too much for my libido. All that, plus Dirk and Bree had awoken me with the nicest of sexual wake-up calls I’d experienced in ages, so I was probably still leaking some of Dirk’s spunk despite Bree’s clean-up efforts.

Russ and Jo met me at SFO. This was my first face-to-face meeting with Jo, and I could see why Russ was so entranced with her. She was beautiful, charming, bubbly, obviously smart, and nervous about meeting me for the first time in the flesh. As Russ drove us back to Jo and Dirk’s home, I wondered how we’d been so lucky to find such a similar couple to ourselves – people that complemented us in so many ways, people that were delightfully different, yet had just as high a sex drive to keep each other satisfied.

Most of the talk in the car had me responding to questions about Bree – really Breanna Winslow. I told all, and I think even Russ was surprised at how much sapphic time that Bree and I had spent together.

We were no sooner in the door of Jo’s nice home, than Jo came and hugged me. She kissed me very tenderly and looked into my eyes. She said in a hushed tone, “You and Bree are a few weeks ahead of me. I’ve never been with a woman, but Russ and Dirk also filled me in with the stories of your interactions and I can hardly wait.”

I really kissed Jo after that, and then we were in her bedroom stripping away each other’s clothes and making out. I volunteered to take a shower to be pristine, but she’d have none of it.

Jo’s body was a work of art – very erotic and pornographic art: taut breasts with large areolas and enticing nipples, a flat tummy, bare pubes, and narrow hips that led to very shapely legs. Coupled with a girl-next-door face that a model would desire, she was one of the most stunning women I’d ever met.

We lay naked on the bed in each other’s arms, as Russ sat across the room and watched us. He had gotten naked too, and just sat and idly stroked his hard cock and smiled at us. After my daydreams on the airplane, I had a hard time not jumping atop his erection for my own satisfaction.

Jo whispered, “Tell me what to do. I want to please you.”

“Let me show you, then we can trade places. I’ll just do to you what I like having done to me, at least what I know about so far in this new game. Bree and I made it up as we went along. There’s not an instruction book, although we did was female-female porn to get ideas about things to try. We were both novices too.”

I made love to Jo’s breasts for a few minutes, suckling on her mounds and running my hands over her body. I moved further down the bed until I could feast on Jo’s obviously excited pussy. I’d seen in our video calls that she had shaved, but this was the first time that I’d come face-to-face with a hairless pussy. It was pretty nice.

I knew I was wet from my sexual thoughts all the way across country, but Jo was positively dripping with lubricating juices, she was so excited that she sometimes shivered with delight that I was there. Her juices tasted like the nectar of the gods, and I couldn’t get enough of them. I marveled at how different they tasted compared to my own that I’d sampled from Russ and Dirk’s cocks after being fucked, or from Bree’s juices when we made love. Jo’s taste was smoother, like an exquisite brandy.

Jo squirmed and writhed around the bed beneath my tongue, and then did even more as I inserted my fingers and started to saw them into her pussy. The more attention I gave her quim, the more juices that appeared.

To my delight, as I attended to Jo, I felt Russ move onto the bed behind me, and then I felt his rigid shaft slide up and down my wet slit before he slowly slid his shaft into me. Russ’ entry was so smooth and silky, yet I swear about a million nerve endings around my vagina leapt with glee at the event.

I moaned into Jo’s cunt just as she came. Jo’s climax was epic, in that she squirted clear girl juice all over me as she squealed in delight at the sensations. I was suddenly drenched. Some even passed by me and got Russ. The bed was soaked, and Jo looked like someone had turned the hose on her private parts. Russ said, “Never saw her do that before.”

I madly lapped up every drop of the liquid I could find, mostly around her abs and cunt; savoring its subtle but tart taste compared to her other girl juices.

I rolled over onto my back, and Russ reentered me and made love to me. He was vocal in his words of devotion and love, reinforcing the sexual and love connections we’d had for fifteen years. The spiritual component of our love – mind, body, and spirit came through loud and clear. Jo listened and watched us from right next to me, even catching a kiss from Russ occasionally as he pumped into me.

“Jo, mount my head. Set your pussy down on my mouth, and then I can eat you some more, and Russ can kiss you as he fucks me. This is will be a good positioning for the three of us.

A moment later, I was tasting that fine smooth pussy again. My husband was pumping iron into my hairy taco. This was truly a memorable moment for several reasons: I was eating my husband’s lover, I’d had experience doing this with my other lovers so I knew enough to ask for this, and we were going to be doing this over and over again.

Russ didn’t hold off his orgasm. He filled my pussy with his man juice. As he did, Jo shuddered with some kind of pleasure, and then rolled off beside me on the bed. Russ collapsed between Jo and me. We held each other so that we were all in contact with each other.

After we’d savored the better part of our afterglows, Jo said, “Julie, I need to confess. I’ve fallen in love with your husband, and I think he feels the same way about me.”

Russ quickly added, “And, I still love you, perhaps with even greater intensity than I did before.”

I kissed Russ, and then leaned across him and kissed Jo on the lips. I asked, “And what about Dirk? I am falling in love with him.” That statement was slightly incorrect. I’d already fallen for him, and I sure hoped that was alright.

Jo said with a smile, “I still love him.”

I ventured, “Love doesn’t have to be a zero-sum game – if I get it, you don’t. Some of the happiest people I’ve met love multiple people, and they all say the same thing: ‘the more people they love, the more they get in return.’ So, love away. I’m sure you and I will develop feelings for each other too. I even think that’s started and is predestined in some way.”

“Bree has fallen in love with Dirk too – and me. She was so surprised that she felt that way about multiple people, and then Russ showed up and blew her mind further.”

Jo said in a surprised tone, “You’re not a bit jealous?”

“No. I’ll hold Dirk captive if that’s the case. Jealousy is a learned response to situations where people feel a potential loss of some kind, damage to one’s ego, possessiveness, anger, or insecurity. I feel none of those.

Instead of a loss, I’ve gained an intimate relationship with Dirk, Bree, now you, and deepened the relationship with my husband. I feel support by all of you, so quite the opposite, I’m feeling not a bit of ego damage; everyone loves me.

“I’m not feeling possessive; I feel I want to share because whatever I’m sharing seems to come back to me tenfold over. Lastly, I’m not angry because not one of you has done something to me out of malice. Thus, I’m left with a choice as to whether to feel jealous over nothing or not. I choose not to, and instead extend my love to all of you, and maybe others I haven’t even met yet.”