Chapter 38: Progress

The first night that Patti Arlington was with us was four weeks before the wedding weekend. She stayed overnight with us, and was a full and eager participant in everything that went on after dinner. She couldn’t have enough sex to satisfy her hypersexual urges. Like everyone, she was a genuine nymphomaniac. On the other hand, all the men liked the perky little wedding planned and made it a point to spend time with her, usually in a popular sexual position working on mutual orgasms.

Dinner, as usual, had been a special treat that Vanessa had created. Kim knew of the affinity that Van had for me, and she encouraged it. “Make that woman happy. Help her heal. I think your love can do that for her.”

Darren, our newest male member and Ally’s husband, Scott, and I helped Vanessa with the dinner clean-up process in the kitchen. There were a lot of people for dinner, and she was learning to cook for a large number of people. That gave me an idea that I’d run by Kim on Sunday morning.

The wooing and loving had started by the time Darren, Scott, and I returned to the large living room. I found I was starting the evening by making love with June. She had some sexy make-up around her eyes that enhanced her sex appeal. She was also draped in a gossamer shawl that gave an extra aura of attraction to her nude and luscious body.

June and I started some serious making out. I told her that I expected special privileges when she was my sister-in-law. She laughed, “I can’t think of anything special that you haven’t already tapped into.” She was right. From the time Kim first had us mate, June and I had done everything sexual you could think of that didn’t break the barrier into BDSM. Near as I could tell, no one in the Circle was motivated to cross that boundary.

I saw Vanessa peek around the door jamb at the large rooms entrance. She’d gone off and changed into a very short robe that was open and pulled back off her shoulders, revealing her front. I could see her body and breasts. She was already stroking herself and looking at us.

I asked June, “Can I ask Van to join us. I don’t know what that means – maybe not sex with her, but she likes to watch and get turned on. We have to play it by ear and not force anything on her. There’s some bad history there.”

“Oh, yes. See if she’ll come and let us love her. I’ll be careful. I know she’s brittle.”

I stood, my naked body rising from my embraces with June. I strode over to the doorway and to Vanessa. She looked surprised to see me approaching her. I gently pulled her to my naked body making sure I could see her eyes. I didn’t want her to panic.

“Vanessa, June and I want you to join us. You don’t need to do anything or have anything done to you. We just want you with us, while we make love. We want you to feel that love and feel included more than standing here as a horny spectator.”

Van shuddered, “You don’t mind me being ... right there ... as you fuck?”

I gently led her into the room; the flaps of her robe giving those that noticed a first glimpse of the sexy body beneath. I made to help her off with the robe, and she looked at me for a few seconds and then turned so I could remove it. She was beautifully naked. Pert breasts. A perfectly shaped ass. Beautiful legs, that like the rest of her screamed I’m beautiful.

I kissed her and then June stood and asked, “May I also kiss you?”

Van nodded. June leaned to the woman and carefully gave her a long sensuous kiss that sent a message of love and caring, and of passion and desire. Van stood, almost like a statue as the kiss evolved, she moaned in obvious appreciation, and then she raised one hand to June’s breasts, carefully fondling and stroking the fleshy mound.