Chapter 48: Party Conversations

In the morning, Fran pulled me out of bed before any of the others were awake. We went into the living room, and I made love to her on the sofa. We were lying together with Fran’s legs around my midsection and my empty cock in her pussy when Sheila came out. She came over and kissed the two of us. We all gave words of love to each other.

Sheila sat so her full breasts and pert nipples rubbed against my arm. She said, “I like Ivy. She’s a little naïve, but I think it’d be fine if she stayed with us, even for the long term. Fran nodded, “Me, too. I like her, plus she can eat pussy like a champ. She’d be a nice addition and fun to have around. I like that she at least says she’s sensitive to our needs and chemistry, and that she promises she won’t be a drama queen.”

Sheila said, “By the way, I love René, and I can see why you do, too. She’s so nice to have around too. She’s quickly become like a fifth sister after Jane.”

I laughed and teased, “Except your father hasn’t fucked her yet.”

They chuckled, “Maybe we can fix that tonight. There’s a party at the Reddicks, but it includes our parents and some of their friends, plus the usual crazies we cavort with.”

I volunteered, “Ivy’s been to several similar parties in Denver, so this won’t be entirely new for her. I haven’t said anything about incest yet, other than between you sisters – that was pretty obvious last night.”

Fran said, “Well, let’s set up Dad with René and Ivy. I’ll call him today and get him cued up to be on his best behavior with them.”

We puttered around the condo most of the day, although I took Ivy on a walking tour of Harvard and Harvard Square at lunch. René had to work at the hospital, so she was off self-actualizing and playing junior doctor. I wondered what stories she’d have to tell us later since she thought she’d be assigned to the ER for the day.

At five o’clock we drove out to Farborough to the Reddick’s pretty home. I helped Lyle get the barbecue up and running while the women made salads and did kitchen stuff.

René arrived in her own car about six-thirty wearing her scrubs. I went to kiss her; she held my hand to her breast outside her hospital dress. I lit up. “No bra? Were you this way all day?”

She laughed, “Just the last hour. We had a slow spot so I showered and decided to skip the underwear. Don’t you just love scrubs like this.”

I ran my hand inside the elastic of her one-size-fits-all pants, and I found unfettered bare pussy. I ran a finger through her slit and then sucked on it. René kissed me, and called me a pervert. I aimed René at Lyle, and she got a mischievous look on her face, and went over to him. I watched him cop a feel of her breasts, and then the pleased look on his face when he discovered she was commando. I heard René moan as he stroked some fingers through her pussy, and probably drove one or two up into her.

More and more couples arrived, plus a few single men and women from the swing circle. Sean and Rita were among the arrivals, and I got an extraordinary kiss and blatant proposition to fuck my brains out from Rita. The redhead sure knew how to appeal to my baser instincts.

Dave and Jean arrived too, and I helped them carry in a casserole dish. Jean went and greeted her daughters, and I noted that she now included Jane and René in her intimate circle. The welcome and family chat conversation was not lost on Ivy, although she was being wooed at the time by Sean.

Dave said hi to his daughters, and then joined the barbecue team, meaning the circle of men standing with a beer watching Lyle cook burgers, hot dogs, and chicken. I thought it strange that we were there to fuck each other’s wives and partners, but not once did the subject ever come up. Thank God for weather, sports, and the major headlines, otherwise we would have been reduced to talking about sex and the relative merits of various positions in the Kama Sutra.

Dinner was served buffet style and the twenty-five people there continued the lively conversation demonstrating the friendship between everyone. I felt a great rapport with these people, and after careful consideration I realized that one reason I felt that way was that I had at one time or another made love with each woman in the group that night and probably next to every guy as they did one of my girls.

I kept an eye on Ivy to be sure she wasn’t abandoned or feeling at odds with anything that happened. I saw that Dave had latched onto the stacked pixie, obviously with the intent of starting the evening with my little sexual dynamo. They were both smiling and laughing at whatever they were talking about, and Ivy looked quite happy with his companionship.

I noticed Dave having a hard time keeping his eyes off Ivy’s chest. She was wearing a black chiffon top, but it was so sheer that her beautiful pert breasts and nipples showed through in all their glory, although shaded by the top. Ivy had made sure that her nipples remained erect by periodically and surreptitiously rubbing her hand or arm against them in some way to keep them excited. She sure knew how to make herself especially attractive to men.

As the sun went down and the sky dimmed, various people in the house started to pair up and drift off to intimate corners. The bolder stayed in the living room or family room and started to make out.

As the Dunns had done, the Reddicks put on a porn DVD in the family room where their big screen TV was located. Sheila went and swapped the DVD for a copy of one of her films, curious to see how long it would be before someone figured out her new part-time profession.