Chapter 12: Group Foreplay

Kim and I were practically inseparable after the Make-Up Weekend and the few months that followed. I had to occasionally fly to Washington, Denver, Little Rock or Houston where I had some clients and on some trips I flew commercial because of the time-distance involved. Some of those trips were only for the day and I was often home with Kim in North Carolina for the evenings. We developed a ‘thing’ about making love and sleeping together every night.

I had spent a lot of time assessing TNA, Kim’s company, and making some recommendations on how to reposition the business in the international marketplace. I was helping Kim and her staff implement those recommendations. Kim’s insisted that I be paid. I wanted the company to keep every penny of cash for the purchase of some smaller but allied companies. We negotiated that I would get shares of stock for each hour that I ‘billed’ instead of cash. The stock was actually worthless unless somebody felt there was an asset there and bought it. Most people at that point didn’t think the stock was worth much; I did. Kim also brought me onto the TNA Board of Directors, and that meant even more stock. I already had plenty of money to live on so didn’t need money from TNA. I also had a cash flow from my other clients.

After we got some of the business actions rolling in the right direction, Kim suggested that we take a long end-of-July weekend and go “hang out” with June and her friends. I wasn’t about to let the love of my life out of my sight and so I readily agreed. The dates were set and Friday afternoon we flew from Chapel Hill up to Camp Forge; traffic was terrible on the roads but the air traffic corridors were almost empty.

June picked us up at the airport wearing designer flats, cutoffs and a see-through blouse with no bra. My God she looked sexy. I’d not remembered her legs being that long either; they reached from the ground all the way up to ... well, you know. The cutoffs also accentuated her nicely shaped butt, too. I think I kept staring until Kim politely shoved an elbow in my side and teased, “Tuck your tongue in fella! You can fuck that later.” I hoped she was right.

June had greeted us with full body contact kisses with lots of tongue. “Oh, I’ve missed you guys so much. I can’t wait until we can all make love again. I may not even last until dinner for that.” She hugged and kissed us both. I wondered how I’d hide the bulge in my pants that had suddenly appeared.

We retrieved our luggage from the plane and June drove us about ten miles to the nice neighborhood and her home. She explained that Jan had owned the house next door for about ten years before the Circle had started. Bob and Trish, the other couple in their Circle – as she called it, had eventually bought into the house with Jan. She and Jim were doing a lot of sleepovers to be with the three of them although they lived miles away from their regular home.

One day the house next door appeared on the real estate market; they’d jumped at the opportunity and bought it. So now the five of them lived together in the two adjacent houses. They’d put in a path between the two homes. She explained that we would stay in her house over the weekend but that sleeping arrangements were very fluid and it was not at all unusual for everyone to end up at one house or the other for the night. I tried to visualize what seven people in one bed would be like but it was too crowded to contemplate.

We pulled into June’s driveway and the door burst open and Jan came racing out to greet us with a joyful smile and her arms out to hug. She was wearing shorts and a tight camisole that did little to disclose the excitement she was feeling. She was taller and prettier than I remembered. I received another full-body contact clinch including a pelvic press and a French kiss; my bulge returned. Kim got the same treatment; she was smiling and not put off by the contact.

Jan was a tall, lithe, willowy woman in her early forties with sandy blond hair. She had a shapely figure for her age with generous breasts that were spilling over and through the cami that she was wearing. I was having trouble concentrating. June had told me she was a chic dresser and headed a major operating division at Alperion with about 250 people reporting to her.

Jim came out next with a big smile on his face and a warm greeting. He gave us each a big hug and warm welcome, grabbed our bags and led the way inside. I liked him instantly and knew we’d have a great friendship. He just exuded those feelings.

Jim said over his shoulder to me, “Trish had to work in Boston today so she won’t be here until about seven-thirty or eight. She’s looking forward to meeting you. Bob, too. He’s out running errands and should be back any minute.” I was reminded that Kim had met everyone several times when she had visited her sister. I also knew that those visits had been non-sexual yet very loving.

Jim led the way up a staircase to the second floor of the house and into a large bedroom that had a king-size bed and was tastefully decorated. “We’ll put you in here,” he said with a smile, “you can decide where you want to sleep later or you might even end up with company in here. We’re going to cookout so you might want to put on shorts and something even more casual.” I was already wearing jeans and a nice men’s shirt, so getting more casual meant dressing down even further.

He left and we took the hint and changed. Kim, I noticed, shed her bra and also put on a revealing camisole with her shorts. My tongue was hard.

I pulled Kim to me before we went downstairs gently rubbing her breasts through her sexy camisole, “Are you still okay with the idea of making love with the others in this Circle? Do you want to set limits?” We’d talked about this before, but I wanted to be sure before I especially did something stupid and relationship threatening.

She kissed me deeply and said, “Yes and no. I know that both of us will like the experiences we have with the others. I don’t feel the need for limits unless you do. I like Jim and when I met Bob a long time ago, he was really nice, too. Back then I didn’t think then I’d be hopping into bed with the two of them, but this is different. As we said a couple of weeks ago, this is an expression of the love I feel for you, June and them all wrapped into one weekend. Are you still okay with this? I know that I am.”

“I’m more than fine,” I said. “When my wife and I had others join our relationship years ago, I was much more nervous than I am now. I didn’t know what to expect and now I do. I want to do whatever I can to bring you happiness, pleasure, joy, and growth. I have a feeling that we’ll be talking about this visit long afterwards as a great experience.”

I went on, “You know I love you and will continue to love you forever; think of that as your starting point. You’ll now have other lovers and their love will add to the love that I give you. You’ll give them love as well and I know that won’t take anything away from me. Think of this as a multiplication process and take warm and wonderful comfort in it. Also, you can scratch that itch you have about needing lots of wanton sex.” I hugged her; we kissed again, and walked downstairs.

I helped Jim set up the back yard with lawn chairs and some light tables. I’d just finished that task when the back door opened and a tall handsome man in his mid-forties appeared. “You must be Ron,” he said as he smiled and extended his hand and gave me a warm handshake and man hug. “I’m Bob Knight, but you probably already figured that out. I’m so glad you and Kim were able to join us this weekend.”

He paused then added, “Hey, I just got back with some beer and wine, what can I get you? You, too, Kim?” he said turning to her as she appeared around the corner of the house. She came and gave him what I’d come to understand was the standard male-female Circle greeting of a full, knee to shoulder contact, hug and serious kiss complete with hip-grinding. I watched my most serious girlfriend do a little groin grind in on Bob. He was surprised. I was pleased at my response watching her take pleasure in the act.

They held each other at arm’s length. Kim said, “I’d like a wine cooler and another kiss.” Bob kissed her, took my order for the same drink, and went back inside with a smile. Jim came out with a beer in hand followed by Jan who had a large platter of cheese and crackers. June followed with a bowls of chips and dip. We all sat around one of the tables in lawn chairs, snacked and started to plan the weekend.

Bob said, “We hope it’s okay with you guys. We’ve planned on going into downtown Philly tomorrow night to watch some of a concert and weekend fireworks along the Delaware River. I’ve made arrangements for a limo and we’re going to have dinner on the Moshulu, an old tall ship that’s moored along the waterfront. It’s a great restaurant and the fireworks will be great from there after dark. They do the display every weekend over the summer.”

We talked about airplanes, flying, TNA’s prospects, the houses and the possibility of connecting them to make a larger house for the five of them, books we’d been reading, and more. At seven-thirty we heard the unmistakable sounds of a sports car pulling up to the house. Bob said to me, “Come and meet Trish.” We walked around the house; Trish was just getting out of a red Porsche Boxster.

“Honey,” Bob said in a welcoming voice, and the two of them passionately hugged and kissed. “I’ve missed you,” he said affectionately rubbing her back.

They pulled apart and Bob grabbed my hand and pulled me closer; “Hon, this is Ron – Kim’s squeeze.”

Trish took my hands and looked me deep in the eyes; “I’m so glad to finally meet you. Your reputation precedes you, I’m afraid,” she laughed. Then she pulled me to her and gave me a meaningful first kiss. I thought I responded well to the situation.

Trish was a beautiful dark-haired woman in her late thirties. Like Jan she was thin with long lithe legs hanging down from a mid-thigh skirt that demanded attention. She was about five-foot-two and slightly busty. She was wearing big sunglasses atop her head, had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and was sedately dressed in spike heels, and a white button-up blouse. I thought that she probably came here directly from work.