Chapter 29: Return to the Fold

Penny directed me to her apartment. She’d taken an Uber to the Christmas party. The place was upscale and beautifully decorated. We did our own dancing to music she liked in her nice living room. Odd, however, was that our clothes seemed to fall by the wayside as we swayed to the romantic music. She was as eager as I was.

Despite being the boss’ daughter, Penny was a hot woman, and she was horny as fuck. Once we got started, it was a good thing that I had a lot of stamina and a lot of condoms. She used up my stamina and most of the condoms between our arrival from the Christmas party and three a.m., when I left her with a kiss after I’d tucked her in her bed, kissed her again, and tiptoed out to my car to drive home. I’d superficially dressed compared to what I’d worn to the Christmas party.

KC was asleep, and Stacy and Ally weren’t home. I snuggled into Wife #2, and slept.

Ally arrived at home about ten a.m., driven by her overnight ‘date’ – a guy named Bill that she cultivated during the party. Bill was a senior account manager providing high-end printing services to Taymore Systems – Ally’s company.

I waved at him in a friendly way before he drove away. Ally came over to me and gave me a kiss. “Been home long?” she asked.

“Since about three a.m. You have fun?”

“I wore him out. He was only good for twice, but that was fine for a one-night stand. I still have four prophylactics left.” She waved her sequined purse in the air. “I actually got most of a night’s sleep, too. He wasn’t up for anything this morning, so a bit of a dud sexually, although a nice guy. He did kiss well and could eat pussy like a champ, but ... you know, his jaw got tired so he had to stop that, too.”

I laughed and told her about Penny. Ally was awed that I’d fucked the Big Boss’ daughter, and that she wanted a return engagement of some kind. I was thinking of involving her with the sex club. She certainly seemed horny and resilient enough to appreciate something like that.

Stacy had ended up sleeping at her brother’s condo along with Lisa, his serious girlfriend and a member of the sex club. The three of them had created their own Friday night party and then slept together.

One Saturday afternoon in late January, I had just finished cleaning up the inside of my car in the driveway when I saw Steve and Nicky walking around the landscaped circle in the middle of the cul-de-sac towards my home. I gave a happy wave at them, unsure whether they were coming to visit or only getting some light exercise around the neighborhood. They were both in sneakers, shorts, and tees, befitting of the nice day. Nicky looked considerably sexier than Steve; her headlights were on.

Steve greeted, “Hi. We were coming to see whether we could talk to you, Ally, KC, and Stacy?” He sounded amazingly upbeat and friendly, a far cry from the emotional mess I’d followed home months earlier. I hadn’t seen him but fleetingly as he drove in or out of the neighborhood in his car, and even then, maybe only four or five times. I’d seen Nicky about the same way only more frequently, but never to talk to or exchange pleasantries.

I invited them in and rousted the girls from their Saturday activities. We congregated in our living room. Steve and Nicky turned down drinks, and obviously were on a mission.

Steve took the floor when we were seated, “As you well remember, nine months ago I blew a head gasket at one of the weekend parties. For that, I apologize. I was in seventh heaven about the sex that I was having, but living in one of the circles of hell over what Nicky was doing. That dichotomy bothered me and then became a monster, ultimately splitting my head in half with more raw emotions that you can find in a soap opera.

“Seeing my staid wife pulling a train that night seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. The emotional and moral judgments that I’d been suppressing bubbled to the surface and exploded before my eyes as she was on that bed with each of the men came to her. I had the mental breakdown that had been brewing for months, since we started in the group sex. I knew if it had been another woman doing what Nicky was doing, that I would have been in line to participate, but seeing my wife ... I fell apart.” He paused and said, “No, I blew apart into small particles of being that was hurt, confused, sad, angry, nauseated, appalled, numb, and more. I couldn’t rationalize the Nicky I’d been married to for twenty years with the one on that bed that night.

The three of us were mute but nodded in partial understanding.

Steve continued but his voice brightened slightly, “After my emotional eruption, we talked for hours and hours, and we’ve been through a lot of counseling and therapy on a wide variety of subjects. I did some of that on my own, an intensive week in a special program for people like me that came apart so completely. Nicky was with me for some of it all. She did some on her own, too. I understand myself better, Nicky better, and have found new ways of thinking about everything that I can own, especially about what Nicky does – our marriage, our daughter, my life expectations, and more.

His tone got lighter and became slightly eager. “Why we’re here today is to ask about the willingness of you and the group to accept us back for the weekend parties and anything else that the group is engaged in? We want to return to our dear friends and be ... as we’d appeared to be back then, but for both of us now being in a much better mental state – at least for me.”

The four of us looked at each other.

Ally spoke first but in a cautious tone; “I applaud your desire in rejoining with us. We’ve missed both of you and want you back – one-hundred percent and absolutely. Everyone will tell you the same thing; we’ve talked occasionally, hoping that you’d return someday. We do have a few new friends with us, some the result of the recent holidays. Things have remained cool and calm with all of us. I ask, however, are you sure you’re ready to try this again?”

Steve checked with Nicky who nodded. He continued, “Yes. Nicky has never wavered in wanting to participate. I know that Ellie is now with you a lot of the time and that you have treated her with great love, care, and respect – and lust, of course.” He chuckled, “I understand what she needs, and you are providing that for her – something we can’t do as her parents. Thank you.

“Your treatment of Ellie, and I understand in hindsight of Nicky, became apparent during our counseling. One realization I came to was that I was treating the group sex going on in a dirty, crude, and dismissive way. I was the one that was slumming and whoring around. I was not mentally respectful of my partners, certainly with my attitude, and that was how I thought others were treating my wife.” He looked lovingly at Nicky.

Steve added, “One of the turning points for me was when Ellie announced that she wanted to belong to the group and to spend a lot of time with you and yours. That day became a temporarily a crisis for me, yet again, but it came at a good time. I’d had a lot of counseling by then and was working on solidifying what I learned into my life. My daughter wanted S. E. X., and a lot of it, she admitted. She confessed to sneaking over and watching some of the neighborhood sex parties, including being at the one where I broke down. She told us about some of the parties her classmates had been having that she’d attended and participated in.

“I started to apply what I’d learned to her situation, and again to the similar situation that Nicky had been in. I had to confirm my own boundaries and how those situations might or might not impinge on them. I had to hold their likely behaviors up and judge them, contrasting my old and new ways of evaluation. I had to vocalize everything going on in my head, only by then I had a vocabulary to use to do that.