Chapter 5: Friends’ Drama

Dax and my bedroom looked like some Hollywood set for a scene from some X-rated melodramatic soap opera. There were lights, unfurled fold-up reflectors, a thousand wires and plugs, remote cameras, and even microphones all over the place. I was assessing the set-up from my supine position underneath Dave – Crystal’s boyfriend and lover, and now my lover for the second time in a week.

Crystal had also brought some purple sheets for the bed that added a very sexy ambience to our normal linens that had been hidden away. She explained, “Naked bodies show up really well against the darker background, plus purple is the color of passion.”

I had been dripping cum up until a few moments ago when Dave, Crystal, and Dax took turns cleaning up my snatch until I was sure I was sparkling and shiny between my legs, just like a new piece of jewelry. Dave went first and had gotten a good splooge of his own, so we snowballed that while the others focused on my sex area. I had learned a new skill, too.

Everything had been captured on camera.

About forty minutes earlier, Dax had blasted a load into Crystal and she’d been the recipient of our attention to her. Dax has snowballed with her, and then I’d also eaten cum from her pussy and shared it with her, dribbling the goo from my mouth into hers. She loved being ‘dirty’, too.

If you’d asked me a year earlier whether I’d ever do something like that, I would have told you ‘No, never’ and probably said something about how gross the act was. I was a ‘good girl’ that didn’t do kinky sex with anybody but my husband, and even then, I was mostly a goody-goody girl. I sure was a new woman now. We’d been making our foursome video for over three hours. We were also having a whole lot of fun.

For the filming, in addition to some cameras on tripods, Crystal and Dave has brought two other women that were videographers for Crystal Blue Photography. They worked the cameras and really knew what they were doing for our pornographic home movie.

Both Carol and Trish were naked, the idea being to arouse the men even further than they were with only Crystal and me. Truth be told, the two of them also turned me on; I wanted a turn with each of them. They were young and hot. We’d all be together again at the next sex party. I was aroused about that alone; let alone all the sex that we’d just had that afternoon.

Carol worked for CBP and also lived with Crystal and Dave at his father Ross’ home, as we learned. She was a smart pert girl in her mid-twenties from the Philippines with the most beautiful dark skin and dark eyes that I’d ever seen. She had long brunette hair, and puffy labia that were hard to ignore as she moved around us with a professional movie camera in hand.

By comparison, Trish was a pale-skinned brunette with long hair that was halfway between brunette and being a redhead. She had hazel eyes that drew you into her soul. She was also in her mid-twenties, and I detected that there was some kind of special relationship between her and Ross.

Both camera girls had been at the party the week before, but Dax and I had only met them briefly. Trish also lived at Ross’s home – in his bed, and I was informed that they loved the ‘free use’ sex in the house that went on nearly constantly. Trish also turned out to be Crystal’s sister.

Crystal finally declared an end to the filming after Dave and Dax had second climaxes that Crystal and I toyed with for a few minutes. I was sorry to see all our gratuitous sex end for the afternoon. I was ready to go around the clock nonstop.

Almost immediately, there was a flurry of activity by Carol to collect the memory cards from each of the video cameras and back them up on the laptop computer that they’d brought with them. Simultaneously, the memory cards also got backed up to Crystal Blue Photography’s part of the cloud somewhere in cyber space.

Carol explained as her lovely breasts shimmied, “If something happens to a card, or even the computer, we have up to two other sources for the data – the camera until we shoot again and overlay the memory, and the cloud. Otherwise, if we lose something, it’s be gone forever and maybe we’d have to re-shoot the whole scene.”

I pointed between my legs and said as I flashed everybody my pussy, “Oh, boy. You want to do it all again. I’m ready.”

Everybody in the room laughed.

Dax and I helped the filming crew fold up their videography kit, and get it into the back of Dave’s SUV. When it came time for the four of them to leave, we got some wonderful kisses, especially from Carol and Trish, who urged us to find them for coupling at the following Saturday’s sex party.

Wednesday at our luncheon at a sidewalk café, Crystal greeted me warmly with some kisses. I asked whether our lunches should include Carol and Trish, her younger sister.

Crystal said, “Oh, they’re in classes this time of day. Both are students at USF – the University of Southern Florida. When classes end, I hope to see them join us.”

Molly, Allison, Sheri, and I were still flying high with the memories of the last party over a week earlier. There were still viewpoints to be shared with the others at the lunch, as well as other topics.

Shortly after we got our lunches, Lois confided that she was on ‘probation’ from her husband and she only came to say ‘goodbye’. I asked, “What’s that mean? Why?”

Lois was what Dax called a ‘Booby Spinner’, although he’d only met her a few times. She was blessed with golden blonde hair, boobs, a body to die for, and a sparkling personality most of the time. She was athletic and she was also small – under five-feet tall. She’d been a cheerleader in my high school class, and was the one that always got thrown in the air or was at the top of the cheering pyramid.

Lois said, “The ‘why’ is that I came home from our lunch a week or two ago, all fired up about going to the sex party. I greeted Gordon with a blowjob in our entry hall, and after that he asked why I was so fired up. I told him about the various discussions over lunch and about the party. I told him that I thought we should go.

“I thought he’d get inspired and turned on by the idea to see me with another man, and to being able to fuck some other women. Boy, was I wrong; Gordon went ballistic – I mean that I recoiled in fear he was so mad. I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen him so angry, and he can really get cranked up. He called me a bunch of very bad names, and then that rant spilled over onto all of you, especially Crystal, who I’d mentioned as the party hostess. I’m sorry. He was livid.

“He doesn’t want me coming to our lunches. That’s why I missed last week. He thinks you’re all a bad influence on me. Anyway, he said if he found out that I was still harboring thoughts of being with another man in any way, that he’d have to re-think being married to me or maybe he’d have to discipline me in some way. I think he meant physically, and that scares the shit out of me. I swear, just in that short discussion, I saw a side of him that I didn’t even know existed. He was horrible ... and to tell the truth, I’m not sure I even want to be married to him if he thinks that way.

“He lit into me as though I were a pet that had pooped in the living room. He even swung at my backside, but I was just out of reach. He really would have hit me in anger. He told me that from the time we got engaged that I was ‘his property’ to do with as he saw, and was not beholden to any ideas that I might have for things I wanted to do.

“He made it clear that he tolerated my being alone working on my writing while he was at work, because he thought that he’d trained me well enough to stay out of trouble while at home. He went on to tell me what I could and couldn’t do when I left the house from that day forward. Having lunch with all of you is off the table, so I’m being a bad girl today.”

We were all sympathetic, but urged her not to sacrifice her security and marriage over a sex party or fantasy, or even luncheons with all of us. Lois explained that it wasn’t the fantasy, it was the overall attitude, including his apparent ‘ownership; of her as a chattel that he could easily dispose of or discipline. There’d been other situations where they had fundamental disagreements about various aspects of their life and marriage as she revealed. This was just one more. An issue with having children was still on the table.