Chapter 25: Horny Husbands

Darren Prescott was handsome, and could have stepped right out of the lead role in a James Bond film. Not only was he tall, dark, and handsome, he was suave, debonair, as well as a hale fellow well met. He was everybody’s good friend at our Friday gathering before he’d been at our house party a half-hour. He was inclusive, making sure that everybody in each of the conversation circles he was in had a chance to contribute; one of his useful expressions that I learned that evening was ‘What do you think about that?’

By contrast, his wingman, Luke Dobis, although good-looking, was quieter, more reserved, private, and preferred that others carry the conversation. He was the listener and appeared to be a deep thinker about the topics under discussion. He would respond when nudged, and his remarks showed intelligence, critical thinking, and depth. I pegged him as having a high IQ but not wanting to wave it in everybody’s face.

Luke worked out; he must frequent a gym. His biceps stretched out the sleeves of the golf shirt that he wore. His shoulders were probably twice the width of his narrow waist and tight glutes. I felt sure there were six-pack abs under his polo shirt. He was a quiet force to be reckoned with. He was handsome as sin, and not a sullen man. When he did smile, the angels sang.

Fiona and Helena looked so proud of their spouses, and were pleased to introduce them to each person our swingers group. The men had traveled from Frankfurt to Atlanta and then to Sarasota only two days earlier, so I expected they were still somewhat foggy in the land of jet lag, but showing no signs of it. Unlike their wives, the men were well into their thirties.

My two wives took an instant liking to the two men. Given the nature of the late May evening and our preference to be outside, the girls were dressed in scanty clothing. Ally was wearing a thin halter top with spaghetti straps around her neck that was more gauze than fabric, and some slightly transparent hot pants without much else. KC was wearing a homemade crop top from the nearby university that showed a lot of underboob, and her tight Daisy Dukes with many cuts and slashes in the material that proved she was commando. Like most of us, they were barefoot. Both women had on makeup that helped doll-up their eyes and give a sexy appearance.

I got to watch my wives actively flirting with Darren and Luke. Their coy cuteness was admirable as they made sure they were attractive and available to the two men. The touching, laughing at various remarks, the hair twisting, and the eye contact were amazing. I was reminded of when I first met each of them, although KC came along about six years after I met Ally and was more in my face with her desire for me.

Fiona latched onto me after she was sure Darren was taken care of. In this crowd, she needn’t have worried. New cock wouldn’t go to waste. I was worried about her antics because I didn’t know whether Darren would have jealous reactions from seeing his wife coming on to another man.

Sure, he’d ‘heard’ about me from Fiona on their overseas video calls, but ‘seeing’ it happen only ten or fifteen-feet away might inspire a different response. Fi was another scantily dressed woman at our cookout – bikini bottoms that weren’t much larger than a postage stamp with some dental floss to hold them in place, and a mutilated button-shirt with the tails tied beneath her full breasts. She was either chilled or obviously excited, as her nipples nearly glowed through the material. Later, I caught her rubbing them to keep them erect.

Fiona kept kissing me, and I kissed back. I finally asked, “Is Darren alright with you hanging onto me and the PDAs? I don’t want to piss off my new friends or get you in trouble. Jealousy has no place around this lot.”

Fiona laughed, “He’s cool. Although this is the first party like this that he’s been at. We’ve had sexual experiences with other people as I told you, where he’s seen me in action. He gets aroused and likes that. He claims he’s never gotten jealous except of people who’ve made a lot of money without much effort. Don’t forget, too, that we swapped partners with Luke and Helena. We had sex in the same room so that we could watch each other. It was hot. He told me that they do that with the women they have been seeing in Germany.”

Helena and Fiona had told us about the men’s ‘girlfriends’ in Germany one recent evening. The relationships were more than FWB or short-term hook-ups. The men had developed deep feelings for the two women, but nothing had been discussed about anything longer term due to the face they’d be returning to the states in a few months.

I felt better after Fiona’s remarks and turned-up the participation and excitement in my kisses and allowed my hands to wander more freely on her small and sexy body. I did catch a glance from Darren at his wife, but he smiled and went back to talking with KC and Bob Wolf.

Fiona revealed in a lower tone, “We had our own little reunion foursome last night at our home. Besides fucking for hours, we gave both men an update on the people they’d be meeting here tonight. Much of what they’ve been doing tonight has probably been matching up something we told them with someone in the group. I should say that we emphasized Ally and KC to them. They’re the live wires for this group – the trend setters. I felt the men should ‘sample’ them tonight.”

For the meal, we’d arranged for a one-woman catered dinner to be served to the twenty-two of us in buffet style. Nancy had brought a Chicken Marsala with veggies and side dishes. Ally, KC, and I had coordinated with her to put out some light hors d’oeuvres that complemented the meal. Dinner was superb. We gave our chef a standing ovation after the meal. The older woman blushed, but certainly appreciated our gratitude to her for a fine meal.

As our caterer packed up the last of her serving kit in her kitchen van, various couples in our group formed and started to get amorous in various ways. A half-dozen of the group striped off their clothes and went into the pool for a refreshing swim. Of course, they started to make out in the water like the others on the patio or segueing into our ‘al fresco’ living room.

Fiona untied the two loose flaps of her modified shirt so her breasts were more available to me. I got a smile as an invitation and a glance to lead my eyes to her chest area. I led her to one of the Adirondack chairs on the patio, sat, and pulled her into my lap, arranging her so that I could suck and toy with her breasts. That was exactly what she wanted to have happen. Of course, we could kiss and those quickly turned to those lovely French kisses that we both loved so much with each other.