Chapter 4: Getting Sexual

The next week Ellie and I became absolute animals. Work, meals, and the bare minimum of sleep were the only things that interrupted us. We fucked like we were making up for lost time — and the night with Darren and Megan had unlocked something feral in both of us that made even our honeymoon look tame.

By Wednesday we were both openly craving another night with Darren and Megan. Ellie called him at work and locked in Saturday at our house — dinner, swimming, and whatever else the evening brought.

Thursday, I took Darren to lunch because I needed to check in. I didn’t want to be screwing up his marriage. He was quite cheery and not a bit confrontational as I’d worried. We both admitted we were “pumped up” from the weekend and shared the same surge of nonstop sex at home. We reassured each other — no one wanted to damage marriages. Everything had to stay positive and loving but we all wanted to do more.

Darren added, “I should be jealous because Megan told me that she has a heavy crush on you that she’s sure is the beginning of a love affair. Funny, but I’m supportive of that. I just hope that you feel the same way about her. I hope you’ll be tolerant if Ellie and I move in that same direction.”

“I do care for her. Ellie feels that way about you, and I’m in the same opinion about supporting it. Based on what you’ve said, maybe we should date each other’s wives.”

He slowly nodded as he thought about my comment and then lit up like he’d just heard the best idea ever, “Hey, good idea. Not every night, but maybe one night a week, and then we’ll have weekend time together with all of us.”

“Good. We have Saturday booked with you as you know: dinner, swim ... and the rest of the evening together in the same room. Ellie wants to try that and see what it’s like. I know that I’ll feel like I’m on display or putting on a show but I’ve got both exhibitionist and voyeur genes.”

Darren laughed, “Me, too. I guess we’re married to exhibitionists, too. Megan wants to perform for the two of you, whatever that means. I’ll get used to it.”

Saturday morning Ellie declared no morning or daytime sex—she wanted us both ‘potent with desire’ for the evening. All day she buzzed with nervous energy, cleaning the house obsessively, checking the menu, and rearranging furniture like we were hosting royalty.

The meal Ellie planned was a simple one – light hors d’oeuvres, salad, homemade mini- gourmet pizzas, and some ice cream for dessert. All those things got checked a dozen times, too. Our home had never been so clean and neat. She urged me to make the outside trim and neat, too. I mowed the grass and did some pruning of the shrubs near the front door, mostly to be outside away from my obsessing wife.

Megan and Darren arrived exactly at six o’clock, both dressed to seduce. The air crackled with the tension and anticipation. They brought a layer cake to go with the ice cream.

We greeted them with long, hungry kisses — Ellie melting into Darren, me pulling Megan tight against me. The women eyed each other’s outfits and grinned like co-conspirators. Both women had dressed to kill. Ellie rocked spike heels, torn Daisy Dukes with no panties, and a crop top showing generous under-boob. Megan wore a flirty tennis skirt (also commando) and a thin polo that clung to her nipples like a second skin. They gave each other approving once-overs and wicked smiles.