Poly... What? Book 1
Copyright© 2026 by Wolf
Chapter 24: Chaperone Duty
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24: Chaperone Duty - Luke’s marriage and life ignites when wife Ellie proposes open marriage and polyamory. He suspects her interest in coworker Darren, meets his wife Megan, and their adventures in poly soon begin with many surprises as others join in. The growing group likes teasing and making love together in one space. Luke and Ellie navigate awkward situations, emotions, love, and exceptional pleasure. Book 2 already posted at Zbookstore.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Brad and Martyn gathered Ellie, Erin, and me at one end of our dining table one Saturday in March to make a request. After we were seated and had started munching on our barbecued wings, I gestured for them to start talking.
Brad was the spokesman. “Our fraternity, Phil Theta Rho, and sister sorority, Kappa Delta Alpha, hold our annual toga party in mid-April ... and we need outside chaperons. We hope that you and Ellie would do that for us?”
Martyn jumped in, “I wanted Erin here because I wanted to ask her to be my date for the event – or Brad’s, but officially mine. We’re going to ask Anna, too, since she’s the next closest near our age – that is if Jake didn’t mind.”
Brad went on in sales mode as Martyn nodded. “The party is always a blowout although we low key the event by not saying anything like that when talking to the administration. We have a live band, everyone comes in Roman costume, there’s booze and we don’t announce that either, we insist on no drugs, and the house will be mobbed. We try to have a blast of a good time and avoid the police or trouble afterwards with the college. Yes, we’ll break some rules ... but that’s what parties like this are all about.” He grinned.
I asked, “And the rest of our group would be unable to attend?” This sounded like a fun event, but I wanted to broaden their viewpoint that they had a group of friends all around them that might like to be there.
Brad and Martyn were caught off guard. Brad started slowly, “I ... suppose ... we could ... maybe...”
Martyn said, “I’m embarrassed that we didn’t think more expansively, especially with how we hope the party will trend. Yes, we will arrange for everyone that wants to be there. There is apt to be a lot of sex taking place in the brothers’ rooms, if this is like previous parties.”
On that note, Martyn stood and used a spoon to rap on his water glass to get people’s attention at the two tables. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make.” He quickly announced the party, locale, tenor of the event, and gave an invitation. He summed up, “We do need to know who and how many so we can plan. So, please let me know, today if you can, whether you’ll be attending so I have a preliminary headcount.”
After he sat down, the tables buzzed with conversation. I saw heads nodding in both ways. Ally came over and asked Martyn whether it would be permissible to take videos at the party, and that stopped him cold. He just shrugged. Brad suggested, “Can you make it seem informal and spur of the moment instead of formal thing? Don’t use your new pro cameras. Can you use an iPhone, a GoPro, or something small?” Ally nodded and returned to her place near Jake.
Brad went and talked to Anna about being his ‘date’. Subsequently, he talked to Jake and had a date with his partner. Erin said yes, too. Jake and Ally decided to go as a couple, and so did Cole and Megan. Others decided to hold their own smaller party at Steve and Sophia’s home. Thus, ten of the eighteen of our ‘sex club’ would attend.
The weeks before the party were spent creating the perfect costumes. Amazon suddenly had many orders for toga costumes, white sheets, sandals, fancy rope belts, and laurel wreath crowns. Alterations were made to many of the costumes, especially to shorten the skirts to illegal heights. A few going debated about whether to wear anything beneath the Roman clothing. Interior pockets were added to carry a cellphone and condoms.
Brad and Martyn were quizzed about the who, where, and how about the sex at the party, how consent was given, and, for Ellie and me as chaperones, what we were supposed to do when we found copulating couples. Nothing as it turned out except possibly redirect those more publicly involved to somewhere more private if we thought that was warranted. We were free to join in.
The subject of ‘bareback’ came up and resulted in ten of us going for STD tests at a local lab. We were all clean but needed paperwork on our phones to prove it. Brad told us that the fraternity and sorority members got new tests before the event to avoid any inconvenience.
The Saturday of the party was warm and breezy. We got ready and then drove to the PTR fraternity house exactly at the party start time. There was already a young man hanging over the railing on the front porch of the frat house barfing into the bushes. “Someone got an early start,” Ellie postulated with a laugh as we walked up the steps.
We went inside and found Brad and Martyn. Erin and Anna instantly sidled over to the two and kissed them rather obviously as some of their brothers and their dates looked on at the two hot women in skimpy togas. Both men immediately had their hands inside their date’s togas pawing at excited breasts.
Our costumes were some of the best at the party. Our attention to detail had paid off. Most guests had done something with white sheets and even a couple of pillowcases, but the look was not the same.
Ellie and I got ourselves drinks, staying NA since we had an official role at the event. Brad introduced Leon, the President of the fraternity, so he could meet and thank us. Later, we met Melissa, the head of the KDA sorority, who also expressed her appreciation for having us as chaperones. We assured them of our libertine viewpoint about the job.
Ellie and I urged the others from our group to go off and party. The live band was playing in a large function room on the lower level of the house. They were good and read the mood of the crowd just right. People wanted to rock and carouse. The band and their choice of songs egged everyone on. Ellie and I walked around getting the lay of the house.
Around nine-thirty, after dancing, Ellie and I went on chaperone patrol. We went in different directions, each carrying our red Solo cup of drink. I went up to the third level where there were about 20 dorm and study rooms, a media or TV viewing area, a large communal bath and shower space, and a wall display honoring the founders of the Phi Theta Rho fraternity back in the mid-1860s at some school in Iowa.
As I sauntered up the stairs and down the hall, a pretty co-ed fell in step beside me. She said in a flirty tone, “Hi, I’m Amber Lane.” She was tiny, cute in her toga, and even had an ivy tiara that looked homemade from real ivy. She was around twenty, five-two – only slightly taller than Erin, a bottle blonde on the dark side, blue eyes, and pleasant shape in the tight toga.
I stopped. “I’m Luke – a friend of Brad and Martyn’s who belong to PTR. I’m an alum, too, only not a brother.” I decided to tease her and pointed to her crown of ivy, “Hey, I’ve never seen a wreath made from poison ivy.”
“WHAT!?!” She reached up and yanked the ivy from around her head. “Shit! This was growing on the side of the admin building. I just stole a little of it to weave that this afternoon.” She paused and looked at where she’d dropped her prop and then at her hands. “Shit! I gotta wash my hands and hair.”
I picked up the wreath since it was still in good shape. “My bad. I was teasing you. I think I went too far.”
She tried to look angry at me and allowed me to replace the wreath on her head. “What’d you study?” she asked me.
“Business and phys ed. I run a chain of fitness centers and gyms around the two-county area – Prime Fitness Centers.”
She nodded, “I could tell that you work out a lot.” She reached up and touched my bare bicep. Most people’s biceps are soft to the touch and have some give in them. Mine are as hard as a rock; touching them is like touching a brick – and that’s without me flexing them.
Amber’s eyebrows went up. “My, you are in shape. Weights?”
“I do complete workouts every day at one of my facilities. Unlike a plain gym we have saunas, spas, hot and ice tanks, nutritionists, martial arts trainers, tai chi and yoga instructors, Pilates, and many other features. I use the term full service. If you find me at one, I’ll give you a free day. Come to the one downtown, that’s where I hang out and where my office is. Ask for me – Luke Branson.”
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