Chapter 2: Flirting

MEL

Saturday morning, I walked kind of gingerly to the counter to get my coffee and then join Ashley and Sarah for our Girls’ Coffee Club. They were both watching me. As I got to the table, Ash asked, “What’s wrong with you? You’re walking funny.”

I nodded. “Last night was my night in the Massage Challenge. Suffice it to say, I’m suffering today as a result – but in the best of ways.”

Ash and Sarah looked at each other. They both said, “Oh, shit. I bet that we aren’t winners when we compare numbers tonight.”

I just forced a smile and slowly sat down. My ass was really sore.

After catching up on other parts of our family life and work week, Ashley and I gave Sarah our written list of ‘sexual things to try – most as a challenge of some kind. Sarah read through both lists and smiled. She said, “This is making me wet, thinking of all the things we could do.”

I asked, “So, what do we do with them?”

Sarah looked up from reading the pages in her hand and said, “Well, I’m thinking that we keep up the idea of challenges or something akin for everything on our master list.”

Ashley said, “But ... well ... some of mine were ideas I got from watching porn. They involve sex with other people not my husband – like a threesome or a one-night stand.”

Sarah shrugged and then got an evil grin; “So?”

Ash turned to me, “Are you okay with something like that?”

I barely needed to think, “If the situation is right, and if Dave wouldn’t divorce me, yeah. I used to love variety in my sex partners.”

Sarah said, “Some of my ideas are like that. I even got suggestions from Jim, and a couple of his involved more than two people. Two people don’t qualify as a gangbang in my book.”

Ash asked, “What else?”

“He wanted a MFMFMF daisy chain and even a bukkake for his wife – me. I put it on the list, but I’ll have to psych myself up for either of those.”

Ash panted out, “Holy shit. You’re serious, right?”

Sarah nodded, and so did I. I said, “I had a gangbang on mine, too, as well as an orgy. I didn’t say how many people were involved in either, however. You seem to have been more creative. I’ll keep thinking. Seeing these other ideas broadens the scope of my thinking. I’m sure I’ll have additions.”

Ash admitted, “Ken suggested a wife swap. I was shocked about his thinking, but that’s on my list. I’d have to get really sauced to do that.”

I asked, “Even if it was just Dave or Jim?”

Ashley paled. “Oh, in just our own little social group? Maybe not. I love your husbands.”

I said, “Think about it. We all really like each other and each other’s spouses. We trust each other and wouldn’t intentionally do anything to hurt each other’s marriages or family. I love each of you, and our men, and I could actually see taking things to another level.”

Sarah nodded, “I agree with Mel. In my book, we could even go beyond our group.”

Ash said, “How would that ever happen? Would some other man just come home with me some night? I don’t know that Ken would buy that.”

I said, “Tonight, let’s put on our flirt with a man not our husband. I’ll take Ken; Sarah you take Dave; and Ash you sidle up to Jim. Be subtle and not too aggressive. Let’s just soften the territory a little, but exercise those flirting muscles.”

Sarah and Ashley seemed to agree. Ash said, “I haven’t blatantly flirted with anybody for over a decade.”

Sarah chuckled, “If we do this right, we’ll also get laid when we get home. Our guys will be so horny as a result that they’ll want some kind of outlet.”

I said, “Some dancing with a lot of slow numbers?”

“Ooooh, good idea,” Sarah said.

Ash said, “On a more mundane topic, what should we each bring tonight?”

DAVE

I couldn’t help but notice Sarah after everyone had arrived for our cookout dinner. She’d come over to the grill where I was preparing to cook our chicken and meat medallions, and her blouse was seriously unbuttoned and she wasn’t wearing a bra. She was almost a head taller than Mel, and so her breasts were nearer to my eyes than I was used to. Wow! What great knockers up close.

Sarah was touchy-feely, too. She’d touch me and lean against me to see what I was doing on the grill, and how I was moving things around for optimum heat and cooking. She told me about the summer course she was teaching entitled ‘Urban Anthropology’; the study of various city ‘tribes’ covering their living, eating, mating, and work habits. I laid a weak joke that was mostly focused on their mating habits more than the other areas, and that got me more of a hearty laugh than the comment deserved. Sarah also started to play with hair and bat her eyelashes at me.

She asked about my investment work, and we had a great discussion about my take on the economy and long-term investments. She was really smart, and I never knew she was that interested in that kind of stuff ... or was she?

As I took our bounty off the grill, I thought to look for Mel. She had the six children corralled at our other picnic table. She’d enlisted Ken to help her, and they were getting them organized to eat. I brought over the hot dogs and hamburgers for distribution. Ken accepted the duty for that table as Mel poured the children drinks. The older kids were each put in charge of one of the younger children.

I did notice that Mel was touching Ken a lot, even lightly rubbing his back when he leaned over to put something on the table. She was obviously inside his personal space, too; and, now that I noticed, she was flaunting her breasts, too.

Once the adults were all seated an eating, Jim asked, “So, when do we hear the results of the Massage Challenge?”

Sarah said, “You’re so eager. I think that’s because your sex life relaunched this week, and I’m the very happy beneficiary.” We all laughed. Jim blushed.

Ashley said, “Ken and I tried to be honest. We watched some massage porn, and decided to rate that as a ‘ten’ and then compare ourselves. We were probably a seven or even an eight at one point. Jim had four orgasms, two in each session, and I had four one night, and five the next – so a total of eight plus four plus four plus five, or twenty-one. We loved what we did and want more of it.” She blushed.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Jim and I were about eights for the massages, maybe less. He comes a lot, and we experimented with prostate stimulation, so he racked up seven orgasms. I was kind of like Ashley and had five O’s each night, some thanks to Jim’s oral play and G-spot stroking. We, too, plan more of the same and more frequently.”

Everyone turned to Mel. She started, “I would give us each a nine for the sexy massages. I got a ‘real’ massage last Sunday at the Essence Spa; Vilma gave me spectacular all-over massage, and I’ll be getting more. We came pretty close when Dave and I tried with that as our role model. We also watched some massage porn. Those all became our ‘ten’, and we more or less duplicated that, first me on Dave and then he did it to me last night. One other thing, we bought a massage table, and that got us both in the right positions to make a lot happen without worrying about getting oils on the bedding and such.

“As for orgasms, Dave got us some chemicals and supplements that we’ve been taking all week. He ended up with eight orgasms over the two nights. We did prostate play, too. I also had a pile of pills to take to augment my sex life. I had a really good time and had nine our first night and eight last night. We were really horny. He rediscovered my G-spot, thank goodness. He also reminded me that I cum like a banshee from anal sex. I recommend the chemicals and supplements, plus Dave bought a vibrating dildo that I highly advocate. Oh, yeah, the anal play was why I was sitting so gingerly this morning at our coffee.”

Sarah had been adding, “Fuck, that gives you a score of thirty-four. You beat us all by a country mile.”

Mel said, “We want more, too. We want another challenge like that, and by the way, if anybody wants to borrow our massage table they can. It’s portable. You can use it here or it folds up. If you do it here, we’ll of course want to watch.” She laughed very hard and fell into Ken’s arms as she did. He looked pleased but surprised.

It was then that I noticed the pairings. Sarah was still close to me, her bare leg tight against mine. Mel and Ken were also snugged together, and next to them Ashley and Jim. Hmmmmm?

Sarah said, “If you’re up for it, I have another challenge of sorts for each couple.”

Every around the table encouraged her and leaned forward.

“Before next Saturday when we get together, each couple must take a pornographic picture of themselves having sex. You’ll be sharing that with the rest of us.” She stopped there without making any further qualifications.

Mel tested, “Are we all okay with showing our privates to each other?”

I shrugged, “Won’t bother me. I had two years in the Army. There was no privacy at all, plus I think all you girls are ‘tens’ so I just want to see more of you.” My grin spoke volumes. Sarah smiled at me; she liked my comment.

Jim seconded my remark and so did Ken, before anyone else could speak.

Sarah said, “The photo should try to be a little ‘arty’, too, but sex is the name of the game. Prove to the rest of us that you know how to fuck or whatever.” She laughed and so did the rest of us. It was nervous laughter. Sarah was leaning hard against me, and had one hand on my thigh.

Ken, our resident engineer, said, “I can quickly show you how to use your cellphone to take time-delayed photos or even time lapse photography. I think when Ashley and I do this, I’ll try the time lapse approach and then pick one of the best ones.”

After dinner, Ken did show Jim and me his iPhone tricks.

The six of us quickly cleaned up the dinner table and got the kids organized in front of the television watching an old Disney movie.

Mel dimmed the patio lights and put on a playlist she’d apparently made earlier in the day. She and I started dancing and there was some spousal kissing, and then Mel said, “Switch partners.” She embraced Ken who was next to her, and I had Sarah in my arms and rubbing her unclad breasts against my manly chest as she told me how great she thought I was, especially to give Mel all those beautiful orgasms. She was really good at dirty talk, and getting me aroused. Hmmmmm; I was suspicious.

Before I could count to twenty, Sarah and I were kissing, and I mean seriously kissing and not just little friendly pecks at each other. I even felt the tip of her tongue against my lips. I worried about what Mel would think, but when I looked, she was kissing Ken, and Ashley was kissing Jim, and no one involved in any of those kisses was holding back. I liked the arc the evening had taken.

MEL

Kissing Ken was far from being a burden. He had these wonderful full lips that I just melted into for that first minute, and then we really got into it until the song that was playing ended and he obviously felt that we should act more proper.

I’d seen Ashely watching us for a second as she started her lip lock with Jim, and I was sure that Dave watched me as he and Sarah snogged away near us. On the next song, I got Ken to put one hand on one of my breasts outside my blouse. Like the other women, we’d gotten rid of our bras before the party even began. I wanted him to feel the merchandise.

I think Dave copped some feels of Sarah’s breasts, too. That’d be like him, and she’d made it obvious that she was bra-less for the night. Ashley always needed to contain her jugs in something, but not tonight. Jim looked happy when the next song ended.

The children’s movie ended and that also ended the night for the adults when some of the older ones came out to see what we were doing. Dave and I got handshakes and kisses from everyone, and then Dave and I were standing by our front door herding our children inside and to bed.

After tucking in Beth and Scott, we returned to the kitchen. He turned to me with a smile and said, “Did that go as you expected or were you hoping for something more?”

I gave him a funny look and tried to play dumb. “Something more?”