Chapter 11: A New Friend

DAVE

The Saturday party at week’s end was held on Ken and Ashley’s back patio. A lot of the conversation concerned Halloween, which was two weeks away. The parents had concerns about not duplicating the costumes their children would wear. The six children were at our house with Willow and Tracy babysitting. Jim had helped me set up the tents in our family room, so the eight of them were having a big pillow party. Even the sitters were excited about making it a great event for the night – indoor camping.

Evan Hopkins had been introduced to everyone and Ashley had latched onto him and wasn’t letting go. I think that even more than Mel, she liked new cock better than any of the other women. They did make an attractive couple and she was pointing out some things about the house and patio – any excuse to be with him. He was being very solicitous.

Ken joined Mel and me. He nodded at his wife and Evan, “Do you think I have to worry?”

I teased, “You mean because he’s rich, the most handsome and nicest guy in the world, is hung like a horse, and has a proven record of consistent orgasm delivery, thanks to his porno films proving that he’s one of the greatest fucks and orgasm givers of all time? Nah. You’ll be fine.”

Ken rolled his eyes, “Gee, thanks.”

Mel put her hand on his arm and spoke in a more sincere tone, “He’s a new toy for Ashley and all the gals, just like Bridget was a month or so ago for you gentlemen. The heat will die down after she’s fucked him about one- or two-hundred times and spent a lot of romantic time with him. Besides, you’ve got all these other pussies that you can tap when you get lonely.” She gestured at the other women and herself, even her pussy area.

Ken kind of shook all over. “Two-hundred times! You two are just full of reassurance.”

Mel then said, “That’s because none is needed. Ash is not going to leave you for toyboy, but she will certainly enjoy having him fuck her royally. Don’t worry. She’s devoted to you, and like all of us, we’re so glad that you’re both part of our sharing group. In case you didn’t know, we’re testing Evan to see whether he’d fit in with all of us in the long run.”

My observation was that Evan was fitting in just fine. Moreover, he wasn’t allowing Ashley to totally monopolize his time. With Ash following him, he came over to the grill and joined Ken and me as we cooked the steaks and chicken. He asked about our jobs, and showed genuine interest. Ash drifted away, taking the hint, I guess.

We learned that he speculated in land, buying large plots of land, such as fallow farms, platted the land into building lots and parks, got all the necessary approvals for a development, and then built the infrastructure complete with roads, water, sewage, and utilities, and then sold the lots off to contractors that wanted to build homes on them. His father had been in the business and he’d learned his trade there, but was on his own.

Bridget had told Evan a bit about our group. After he felt he had some acceptance he asked, “I don’t mean to get on a sensitive topic, but Bridget told me that there’s quite a lot of shared sex within this group. Did I hear that right from her?”

I took the lead, “Yes, but the group isn’t just about the sex. Around five months ago, our wives decided that they didn’t like the moribund role that sex played in their marriages. We’d fallen victim to a sexual slump for many reasons – kids, jobs, houses, projects, civic commitments, travel, and so on. They developed a Sex List with about fifty crazy activities on it that started with some simple ‘at home’ challenges, but then it spread to include others within the group. It’s become ‘do this sexual activity, but not with your spouse’. We’ve kept it fun, and no one’s nose gets out of joint despite the extramarital sex.

“Additionally, and what attracted a few others to our little Sex Club, is that we’ve discovered that we can love more than one person at a time. We love each other, and so do our spouses, and that’s all right. We’re a haven to those seeking a place for unconditional loving relationships.”

“And there’s no jealousy or tension?” Evan asked.

I shrugged, “Oh, I think there was, maybe is, but it’s manageable. So far, we’ve been doing pretty well. I’m guessing that each of us has had a pang of jealousy watching their spouse fucking or making out with someone else, but we’ve been careful to always end up in our own beds with our partners. We’ve also tested many times about how we’re feeling about the extramarital part of our recent games, but everyone wants to continue. We encourage the love and the external relationships, and trust in the stability of our own home base.

“Mel and I may be a slight exception to what has gone on because Cindy moved in with us about six weeks ago. She’d sensed what was going on and wanted that for herself. We’re still making it up as we go along, but we’re careful about each other.”

I chuckled and added, “I think that’s partly why you’re here. You distinguished yourself in your videos, which I’d like to hear about, did well on some dates with Cindy, and you have a sterling reputation for being a nice guy starting with Bridget.”

Evan winced a little. “I have my moments when I’m not so nice, but I guess we all do. I like the sound of your group, but I don’t want to create problems or friction, especially since most of you are married.”

“See how you feel as you go through tonight. We’ve all been intensely vocal and honest about what goes on and how we feel about it, both with our spouses and with each other. Don’t hold back, and we’re always ready to talk about any aspect of what goes on.”

Evan sought a relevant example to test things; “So, if I really came onto your wife – Mel – you wouldn’t mind?”

“I’d mind only if you didn’t give her a great experience and leave her panting for more. I’m into compersion. If she has a great experience with you, that makes me happier. Further, I’ll be the beneficiary. I think Cindy and the other women are the same way.”

“Will I make her feel guilty for being with me?”

That remark startled me. “Gee, I don’t think so. That’s never come up. You know Cindy, but I’m not sure whether you know that she has very loving feelings for Mel and me. She sleeps with us, and we make love with her a lot. We are in love and are a comfortable throuple, although we’re always ‘up’ for playing with our close friends. Further, she loves our kids and is like a second mom to them.

“I felt guilty at first being with Cindy, because I worried about Mel feeling left out, but she and Cindy also make love, so that makes me feel better about the throuple. I’m very careful of Mel’s feelings and what I do or what she does. I think she feels the same way. I don’t think it’s guilt as much as respect and caring about each other, and the others around us. I think we’re all balancing our spouses with what we want to do with everyone else.” I gestured with my spatula at the others standing around the patio.

Evan nodded. “That just confirms to me that you’re the kind of people that I want to associate with. I think our values and morals are similar to each other.”

“Example?” I asked.

“Well, you’ve all been monogamous, except maybe Mike, Cindy, or Bridget, and you’ve transitioned to some kind of consensual non-monogamy but still with a lot of respect and caring for each other. I’ve been looking for that. I also want to make sure that I don’t upset that balance with any of you by my presence and actions.”

I teased by singing a line from a song, “‘Searching for love in all the wrong places’?”

He nodded, “You could say that, plus I’ve got the curse of money.”

“Huh?”

“I’m well off. Some women around my age start to look for sugar daddies to take care of them and provide them a life of leisure for the rest of time. You don’t have any trophy wives here, and that’s good. They’re all motivated to make their own way in the world, especially Cindy and Bridget.”

I glanced around the patio. “We are all hard workers, and we all have good jobs. We’re struggling along just like most of the world, and thankful that we’re so much better off than most of it, too. If any of us achieve some wealth, it’ll be because we worked for it and not because we got a sugar daddy. That said, I think most of us do buy lottery tickets occasionally and hope to get lucky.”

He said, “No one is snooty or looks down on anybody else?”

“Hey, we’re tolerant and even have a little diversity and could probably use some more.”

As dinner started and we were all seated, Sarah got everyone’s attention. “Everyone, it’s time for a new challenge after a month of just chillin’ out. Here it is: with someone, even your spouse, you are to make love in a restaurant or club over the next two weeks, and yes, you can use the restrooms, if you must. It’d be more fun if you didn’t, however. As usual, take pictures or videos to satisfy everyone else’s prurient interest. Questions?”

Evan looked around with some curiosity, but none of us asked or made any comment about Sarah’s suggestion from the Sex List. He just smiled and nodded. I knew he wasn’t sure whether he was included or not.

Over dinner, others gave Evan a polite interrogation, even delving into his interest and performance in pornographic videos. He admitted to having a high-functioning libido and more than a passing interest in attractive women of practically any age. He’d dated Cindy, who he said had been his youngest ‘date’ as an adult. He also had a sixty-year-old woman that he had visited frequently. He grinned and said, “And everything in between.”

Someone must have explained how we got our lovemaking and sex started by dancing. Ken dimmed the lights and put on the slow dance mix, which really was music to use in important seductions. Evan immediately went to Ashley our hostess, and pulled her to the open area where they started to dance. I couldn’t hear them, but she was nodding and smiling a lot, and then she’d say something to him.

Bridget came into my arms even though I wasn’t near the dance floor. She started dancing and led me to the open area. On the way, I was able to set my drink down. Before you could say ‘kiss me’, Bridget and I were in a really passionate kiss that seemed to go on and on, and involved a lot of tongue. She knew how to stir up my passion and lust. What Irish girl doesn’t.

We came up for air. Mel was slightly behind Bridget with Ken. She winked at me and then mouthed ‘I love you’. I repeated the sentiment back to her and then we each went ahead towards a physical union with our partners.

The first to get naked and take a chaise were Jim and Cindy. Mike and Sarah were right behind them. Both men started to eat pussy with genuine lust and enthusiasm. The women were close enough to hold hands and to even feel each other’s breasts. I liked seeing the sapphic interplay.

Bridget and I went to a chaise and were soon naked. I dove into her pussy, tongue first, and I think both of us enjoyed the next twenty minutes as I worked on bringing her pleasure. I elicited two orgasms before she stopped me and then had my tumescent cock in her mouth and partway down her throat.

I glanced around the patio area since we were all still outside in the dimly lit pool patio. Ash and Evan were close-by, naked, and his substantial cock was in and out of her throat as she plied her BJ skills. I chuckled to myself; this was the first male porn-star cock that I’d seen for real. Of course, Bridget was the first porn-star that I’d seen and made love to.

Bridget and I coupled and then adopted a slow pace as I pumped love and lust into her in a variety of positions. In most, I was also able to play with her modest breasts. She wasn’t flat-chested, but Mel, Sarah, or Ashley had passed her in boob mass, probably years earlier because of nursing children in most cases. She just loved the attention and pushed into my mouth and had orgasms. I was also paying a lot of attention to her clitoris after checking with her about the best places to touch her and produce that result.