Chapter 9

“I think that it’s time for a snack break, don’t you agree? Maybe some dancing and music, too!” Dan announced, now very naked as his toga had disintegrated.

“I would say so, babe!” Samira agreed, her own toga quite unraveled and realizing that she was far from the only case, “I could use some of that peanut brittle there! Lots of protein there, though far from my favorite source.”

“Such a consummate actress, to your very core, aren’t you, dear?” Dan teased his fiancee as she fought the urge to spew her Long Island tea.

“God, yes, and you love me that way! My natural flair for drama is part of what you enjoy about me and other thespians. And no, I didn’t say that other word that sounds like it,” Samira scolded her man mockingly and pre-emptively, “and you would know about the ‘consummate’ part, having ‘consummated’ more than a few affairs with ladies of my vocation over the years.”

“That sounds like my marriage, not that I mind anymore. I used to be so fucking jealous and upset, even had some revenge affairs, and tried to separate from my husband, and then I got back with him after wasting my time on the rebound. I finally realized that, guess what, the best part of the ‘revenge affair’ wasn’t the revenge, but the hot, wild, funky sex. I realized that I was a lot less angry once I wasn’t left out and I had some fun of my own.

“Since then, well, Myron and I made our truce on far more pleasurable terms. It does seem to be the wave of the future. Gone is the relative prudery that happened since the AIDS panic. Medical and social advances seem to be paving the way to a new, hedonistic society. The couple that strays together ... stays together! Though Myron is a bit late. He got held up at the liquor store, getting some more refreshments for us,” Julianne clarified.

“The government is pushing for that, I must say. Behind the scenes, of course. Not that I object, either as a member of the government or otherwise. Sharing is far more favorable to social cohesion and all that jazz than monogamy. Fewer divorces, fewer broken homes, if partners learn to accept each other’s ... so-called ‘vices’ and quirks. A lot less serial monogamy, a lot more polyamory and promiscuity, of course,” Gareth remarked rather casually as he ogled Julianne and several others.

“And there he is! Myron, honey, so good to see you here at last!” Julianne raced to kiss her husband as he entered the rather extensive living room.

It was no chaste peck on the lips, but an ardent, fiery tongue kiss of the sort that indicated real passion between the couple these days. Myron Williams was a big, bald black man with large muscles, but he also had a very polished, professional look that reflected his high-powered career as the founder of a major gym chain. He was easily a multi-millionaire, though not a billionaire by any means. He was apparently supposed to be Othello from Shakespeare’s play, or so Allen was told.

“Same here. Sorry to be late, babe,” Myron replied with a little more heat while making out with her.

“Fashionably late, I believe. It’s quite forgivable, I hope,” Julianne looked at Dan for approval, which he gave with a wink, “you’re just in time for snacks, drinks, and maybe a dance or two.”

“A naked dance?” Myron alluded to several people’s state of undress.

“Well, you did miss the initial orgies, but I dare say that more will follow, especially with so many people here as yet unsatisfied,” Dan grinned as he suggested that there was plenty more time for lechery.

“Well said, my dear! May I have this dance?” Samira asked her fiance.

Dan beamed as he gladly led her out to an open spot where they could dance. She tossed the rest of her toga aside as he did and they danced sensuously in the nude. Dan’s hands spend a lot of time on Samira’s bottom, but that was hardly a shock. It was a rather splendid booty, after all, shapely and earthy, the olive complexion contrasting well against the lighter color of his hands as he caressed her cheeks. When he dipped her and kissed her that way, she looked as if she could melt into him, and could fold into her much taller and larger companion.

“How about us? Want to dance, my dear?” Allen requested of Whitney, who blushed a little as she realized that they both smelled of sex with others.

“Sure, baby!” Whitney told him, “and of course, you should lead. Tonight, especially, you are in command.”

“Thank you for that!” Allen chuckled as he held Whitney in his arms and felt her moving his hands to her freckled buttocks.

“How about some music?” Gareth suggested as he turned on Wang Chung’s “Everybody Have Fun Tonight.”

“Good one, Gareth!” Dan laughed while dancing with and fondling Samira a little more.

“So, the sex got started a little early, huh? Everyone was a little hot and bothered, I take it,” Myron teased Julianne as they began dancing, too.

This was clearly a couples’ thing right then, with everyone twirling their primary partners around the floor. Luckily, Dan’s living room was pretty damn big, though they still had to dance around the furniture at times. Several more couples got into it as they downed a drink or snack or both, the rhythm of the music adding to the spice of the moment and the greater energy as people sated their appetites ... or whetted them in another sense.

Mike and Amy especially got into the movement as the song changed to Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie” and Amy proved that she still had hips, even as slender as she was. She was certainly graceful enough on the dance floor, showing off her long legs and toned ass as the skirt of her cheerleader outfit lifted more than once. She even let Mike lift her in the air for a little impromptu jitterbug act, thus flashing everyone everything below the waist.

“See why I went commando tonight?” Amy told Mike as she rubbed against him and urged him to grope her.

When Amy began twerking, she kicked off more of the same, several people all getting into the action. Jonas felt Stacey doing that to him, too, in particular, precious little left up to anyone’s imagination in her lingerie costume with the lace thong. Before anyone knew it, Whitney actively did the same to Allen, while Brett Leonardo pressed against his rump to dry hump the guest of honor. Philippa began twerking with Whitney, for her part, further exciting Allen’s girlfriend with the Sapphic tease.

“Come on, baby!” Aunt Lisa told Uncle Barry as she held his leash and brushed her exposed pussy against his bare ass, “now, who wants to me to twerk them and who wants to twerk with my slave boy here?”

“I’ll have me some of that!” Gareth exclaimed as he pressed against Lisa’s bum.

“Gimme!” Jessica Leopold pressed her naked booty against Barry’s groin.

More music played and more dancing continued, the former getting wilder and raunchier, just as the latter grew steamier by the second. When Britney Spears sang “I’m A Slave For You,” Lisa whispered something to Barry that further aroused him, even as more dancing pairs began getting entangled with each other. With so many people now packed into that space, however wide or large it might be, they could smell each other’s sweat and their arousal, too. Even Alyssa was able to stir Clarke’s loins by the way that she rubbed against him.

He presumably imagined that it was Allen’s butt rubbing him that way, but he would take what he could get. When Lyle and David slid up against Clarke and Jonathan and Krystal did the same to Alyssa, things only grew wilder still. The dancing grew more intense and fervent by the minute, so many people shedding clothes along the way to keep cool and feel each other’s skin against their own. By the time that Lewis, Suzanne, and Duncan were all nude, several people lost track of just who nestled up to them.

“Duncan,” Allen told Whitney abruptly.

“What, babe?” Whitney reacted to the sudden name drop as they jostled against several others.

“Your next partner tonight is Reverend Duncan Sharpe. Remember, I get to pick your partners tonight,” Allen reminded her.

“Not just for tonight. Forever. You get to pick my partners forever. It’s for keeps. And I get to pick yours. Also for keeps. I thought that was understood. Forgive me if I said anything to confuse the issue,” Whitney responded, “and your next partner is Samira. I want to watch you fuck the hell out of our hostess!”

“I want that, too!” Dan grinned as he led Samira over to Allen, “my dear, what do you say?”

“Hey, I’m your bitch, honey! Haven’t you figured that out yet? But you’re my stud and I really want you to plow Lisa! Turnabout is fair play, isn’t it?” Samira encouraged her fiance to fuck Allen’s aunt.

“Do it! Fuck me while Barry here gets it on with Suzanne! Barry, you know what to do with your sister-in-law, I believe!” Lisa gladly went along with that swap.

“And who fucks me, then? I thought that Suzanne and I were a package deal!” Lewis wondered now.

“So, make it a package deal! Bugger Barry! He agreed to be my sex slave this weekend, in return for some ... guarantees. If he’s told to take dick up the bum, he will! Right, slave?” Lisa tugged at the leash.

“Yes, Mistress!” Barry answered awkwardly, feeling very worried about taking his own brother’s cock up his ass.

“But he’s my brother!” Lewis objected.

“Honey, just go with it, please! Remember, you’ll get to be the Top here! Assert yourself. Make your brother your bitch! Even as he does the same to your wife! Don’t you want to reassert your manhood and punish your brother for fucking your wife?” Suzanne knew just how to play her husband, Allen’s father.

“Very well, then! But I will want some pussy some time tonight! And I want the other woman to eat yours as I fuck her!” Lewis warned her.

“Oh, trust me, dear! This is rapidly turning into an orgy! You’ll get your dick wet with cunt juice soon enough and get to see me muff dive, too! I promise!” Suzanne reassured her hubby.

Mrs. Gordon grew ever more excited as Barry mounted her and then felt his own cheeks pried apart by Lisa to guide Lewis inside his cornhole. Her delight in being taken by her brother-in-law was certainly part of the pleasure, but so was the idea of her husband actually buggering another man, his own brother in fact! Better still, they would be intimate with the same man at once, her with that guy inside her and him engaged in sodomy with said fellow.

Meanwhile, Allen was deep inside Samira and busy ravishing her, unable to believe his good luck as he plowed his boss’s fiancee with the man’s blessing. She gladly pushed her swarthy bottom back at him and bucked her hips on every stroke to welcome more of him within her twat. He found himself thrusting harder with each push as she met him with amazing desire. Her lust for him matched his for her, much to his surprise.

Even as that took place, Allen saw how Whitney took on Duncan Sharpe, putting the priest onto his back as she rode him with that plump body of hers. A few times, the minister must have worried that she’d break his dick from how furiously she bounced up and down on his pole, but she managed to keep very good balance as they screwed. Her lovely big breasts kept swinging at Duncan’s face, too, much to his delight right then.

As for Dan and Lisa, yeah, that was a scene that fit anything from porn. Her legs were on his shoulders as he thrust vigorously in and out of her, humping away at the now naked domme as she met him enthusiastically on each stroke. She kissed him hungrily on the mouth as they fucked, ardently welcoming him as he pounded her pussy for all that it was worth. He looked as if he was eager to breed her, in fact, and that might well be the case with Dan as he took that Spanish lady.

More pairings quickly followed, the sexual intimacy expanding to include Alyssa with Myron, Amy with Jonathan, Krystal with Mike, Lyle with Brett, David with Clarke, Emery and Sidney with Julianne, Jessica with Gareth, Jordan with Stacey, and Jonas with Philippa. There were bodies falling on top of bodies on the floor by now. The whole thing just mushroomed from there, with people getting up only long enough to eat, drink, or dance before returning to the orgy.

“Oh, God, Allen, you are seriously underrated as a lover! Dan’s still my favorite, but damn, you’re not bad at all! You’re fucking terrific! Do me ... take me ... screw me!” Samira moaned as she felt him inside her, bottoming out within her juicy gash.

“Wow ... I just never thought of myself like that, as any kind of ladykiller or whatever!” Allen confessed.

“That’s just your shyness, your lack of confidence, your issues, that’s all. You’re a lot better with a little courage in you, even if that’s partly the highball ... Oh, God, fucking fuck me even harder!” Samira pushed back feverishly at him.