Chapter 12: 2 Circle Court

The six of us didn’t gather during the week after our first two group sex sessions together. Resisting was difficult since we had high-functioning libidos and wanted the wild sex with our new friends-with-benefits. Ally, KC, and I admitted to each other that we could barely think about anything else after that first sexual weekend.

That said, part of my thinking was still about whether we were heading to hell in a handbasket and whether my marriage was about to explode into a zillion pieces. I developed a strange attitude of patience with myself and with the sexual adventure; I wanted to see how it played out.

Things not only went back to ‘normal’ – as normal as they can be for a guy with two wives at home and another woman he’d been fucking. We were more attentive and communicative with each other. We each went out of our way to be sure that the others knew that they were first and foremost in our eyes and hearts. Ally and KC loved me, and I loved them.

We made deep contact at least twice a day. I made sure they felt that we were a ‘forever’ threesome, and anything else was a dalliance that could be easily stopped to ensure the longevity of our triad relationship. That said, I knew in my head that I was developing romantic feelings for Darlene, as she told me she was feeling about me. I wanted to see how this part of the adventure unfolded.

I had intense solo discussions with Ally and KC about our relationship and love, and how despite the sex with Darlene, that I still wanted an infinitely long and deep loving relationship with them. Those affirmations resulted in me getting sustaining words from them that made me feel better and the closest to them that I’d ever felt.

The communications were not the only language of love we used. I performed acts of love for Ally and KC: brought them flowers, took them to ‘special’ lunches, got each of them sexy anklets with dangly little hearts on them, serviced their cars, did some of their chores, and other things that said I love you, and I, too, am in this for the long haul.

We did agree, however, that we liked the variation in sex partners by having three new people to play with and to observe. I think we got off as much by watching each other in a group setting, as we did by being part of the show. I was not romantically or sexually attracted to Jim or Sven, but I sure liked watching them fucking the three women when we were together. We were building good friendships.

Ally did a check-in with Darlene in the middle of that first week to be sure that she and Jim were okay, and got lots of positive comments and hopes to get together again for the weekend and a lot more sex. We got together on the subsequent Friday and Saturday evenings.

Jim came by the house one Thursday evening in early October to say hello and to let me know that in a few minutes he was going to stick his neck out and finally talk to Steve and Nicky Winter about ‘loosening up sexually with some neighbors’. He explained to the three of us, “Telling them about our small group means that I’ll reveal who the six of us are that started our sexy play group. What do you think? Are you okay with that – becoming known as a swinger of some kind with no guarantee that they’ll participate?”

The three of us had to think about what our reputations and standing would be in the neighborhood when it became known that we were fucking around. I ran the possibilities through my filters and decided, ‘So what?’

We’d each met Steve and Nicky at George and Brenda Mason’s barbecues, and uniformly liked them. They were probably about fifteen years older than I was, putting them in their early forties, give or take. They had a teenage daughter, although I never heard how old she was. I’d seen the older girl a few times heading to the school bus stop nearby on the main road, often shepherding Jim and Darlene’s two younger tweens.

Nicky was an attractive woman, and looked thin yet busty. She did not look like she was in her forties, and I thought that she might still get carded for alcohol at restaurants and bars. She was pretty and pleasing to the eye, and had facial features and a frequent and inviting smile that drew you to her.

My first impression of her at the Mason’s party where we first met was that Nicky was quite conservative. She’d worn crisply ironed tan Bermuda shorts with a military crease, and a starched, short-sleeve, stripped blouse buttoned up nearly to her neck, along with penny loafers. Her frosted blonde hair was often pulled back in a bun, the kind you think you’d see on an older, prim-and-proper librarian.

Nicky had told me in an exacting voice that she was one of the manager’s in the claims department for Delta Insurance, and was a burgeoning author, but hadn’t actually published anything so far other than a couple of short stories that she’d posted online on a free-access story site.

Nicky’s husband Steve was an average looking guy, and like the other men seemed to be escaping the plight of growing a beer belly. He had brown hair, a square jaw, and a friendly disposition. He did something managerial for a tool and die manufacturer on the east-side of town, and judging from his house and cars, it must be a rewarding job. I recalled that he was a once a weekend golfer with George Mason, and some other men. Beyond that I think he was a DIY guy about home repairs and improvements.

After Jim had left us, I had another of my brief fantasies about being with Nicky. Yep, that would be good although she seemed kind of ‘stiff’ with a personality that predicted that she was timid, possibly submissive, and about as plain vanilla as you could get. I hoped that she liked younger men. I tested about seeing Steve with Ally or KC, and that passed muster, too. He didn’t seem threatening or out to make a point.