Chapter 57: Consummation

Our ‘Nude Day’ with Loren, plus some of our seduction ploys, seemed to have loosened her up. She’d heard about the swing group and wanted more details. I thought a step in the right direction to our slow preparation of her for our wedding and associated events.

I explained how we’d been introduced to a small group of people who enjoyed sex as we did because of our having met at the Tantric love class, and how we went and enjoyed an occasional evening with them. I waffled around the senior Henson’s introducing us to their larger friends, making it sound as though things had just naturally expanded from meeting Lyle and Nancy. I mentioned the spread of ages, how people came in all sizes and shapes, and some of the fun things that could happen, but I emphasized the erotic nature of the events and the pleasure we all derived from the sex.

Loren soaked up all the information, but I couldn’t tell where that left her thinking on the subject. She didn’t ask a lot of questions, and I wasn’t sure if that was because I was so thorough, or because she was too shy to pursue her curiosity. Sometimes, I thought she took in a lot of information on a subject, and then had to do some ‘off line’ processing before even she knew what she thought about something.

After some wine and cheese, we opted for a relatively early dinner. We got dressed, but I insisted that Loren wear only her LBD with no bra or underwear. She argued briefly, but then she followed the directions to the letter. We put on warm coats and walked down to Harvard Square for dinner. We ended up at the Brewery and Ale House, a place that’s always busy, although that night we were able to get a table right away without reservations or a wait.

We sat for a while and got our drinks. We’d each ordered our entrée, when I made a suggestion to our inexperienced friend. “Loren, you are perfectly seated to do something really nice for someone you don’t know.”

“Huh?” Her lack of comprehension about where I was headed showed her naiveté.

“I want you to focus on the conversation around this table and forget what your mother taught you about keeping your legs together. I want you to show off your best asset to that table of young men, but don’t you dare look at them or acknowledge what they’re about to see. After flashing them a little – say a minute or two – you can return to being your demure self. I’ll tell you when.”

Loren leaned toward me, obviously trying to hear what Sheila and Ivy were talking about at the other end of our table. I was ideally situated beside her to watch the expressions on the party of guys at the other table. Soon they were all locked on Loren’s pussy. I could almost see the saliva drooling out the sides of their mouths. Whatever they’d been talking about took a distant second place to watching Loren’s beaver. I even felt some measure of pride in that I’d helped talk her into this display of her wares.

Eventually, I said okay, and Loren sat more upright, and the flashing stopped. I leaned in and whispered to Loren about the various reactions I’d seen. She looked fascinated as I described each man at the table and how I could tell when he’d spotted her love slit and locked on. Loren finally allowed her eyes to sweep around the room, and at least she got a glance of her secret admirers.

After dinner, we strolled back to the condo. The night had remained chilly, but by New England standards the temperatures could be described as ‘mild.’ We again had the policy of nudity in the apartment, so the LBD quickly disappeared as the rest of us also stripped away our layers of clothing. Loren went with the flow a lot easier this time around.

Fran went around and dimmed the lights. She put on another chick flick from Netflix, something starring Drew Barrymore as a kind of Cinderella. Fran, Loren and I took the long sofa again, again with me in the middle.

I put my arms around the two women, and immediately started to fondle their bare breasts. Once nipples were hard, I started to lean into the breasts to suck on the available nips. Loren nearly came unglued, and kept inhaling so much I wondered where she was putting all the air she took in. Finally, she gave a huge sign, and exhaled as I gently pinched her left nipple in what I hoped was an arousing feeling for her.

Fran leaned in and in a voice Loren could hear said, “Stroke Loren’s pussy ... her clit. Make her cum again like you did last night.” Fran gave me a kiss and then turned my head to Loren. She also visibly pushed the arm I’d around her in Loren’s direction.

I turned and kissed Loren. I whispered to her, “Is that what you want?”

In a nearly inaudible hiss, she said, “Yes, please. I promise I won’t run home tonight.”