Chapter 10: Scheduling Snafu

I watched Kevin closely to be sure he wasn’t having any misgivings about having gone to Jake’s swinger party.

Jake called and asked me on a date, too. I told him I wanted to go to the beach, and that’s what we did. We drove up the long barrier island almost to the end, where very few people go. I’d made a picnic lunch and we lugged that and all our blankets, lotions, and everything else with us to near the water’s edge.

Jake had driven his Hummer. I suspected he could have driven us all the way to where we set up camp for a few hours. I teased him about it. We set up umbrellas for shade, and then did our picnic complete with beer and wine. I went topless since there were so few people around. If anybody noticed other than Jake, I’d be surprised.

We went swimming, listened to the radio and talked about music. I learned he was an accomplished jazz pianist. I begged to hear him play some time soon. We walked about mile down the beach and back, collected six sand dollars as we went; one of them was rare and about six inches across. We wrapped them carefully and put them in the picnic basket.

In late afternoon, we packed up and went back to my apartment. We took showers but at my suggestion we remained naked. That led directly to a lovemaking session that lasted almost two hours and resulted in another shower. I resolved to find an apartment with a shower that could accommodate at least two people.

At my suggestion we went to Gecko’s for dinner. I thought it was one of those restaurants where you really got value for money as well a great service. It was local chain. Our whole meal, with wine and the tip, cost forty dollars. Jake obviously liked that. I asked whether he could pay in cryptocurrency, but all he did was laugh and put his Visa card on the bill. I had offered to pay, but he reminded me that I’d done lunch.

I learned later, after a particular situation occurred, that the word ‘snafu’ was a World War II contraction for ‘Situation Normal, All Fucked Up’. I created a ‘snafu’ situation for myself that ultimately turned out better than all right, but there were three unhappy people for a short time.

The snafu started when I invited Owen to dinner at my apartment. He showed up early and helped me prepare a salad as I worked on the veal parmigiana. Dinner was in front of my living room window with candles on the table, some nice red wine, and soft music.

Our conversation was vibrant and somewhat sexual. The longer we talked, the hornier I got. He told me about some of the romantic and sexual encounters he’d had since college, and if that was his goal, he had an eager participant on his hands.

We quickly shuttled the remains from dinner into the kitchen and stored the leftovers for a later meal.

Back in the living room, I did a little strip tease for Owen as he told me how hot I was, and how he wanted to see my porn video and even watch me enticing some dirty-old men on some stripper stage.

I took his clothes off, and dove onto his cock, taking him all the way into my throat – a primary skill that Sheri had taught me as crucial to my upbringing.

Owen shifted us as he got near and ate me to two orgasms. He was really good at cunnilingus, especially when it came to my body. He also knew how to drive his fingers into my cunt and rapidly stroke my G-spot in just the right way to make me orgasm and have really horny feelings for him.

We started to fuck with me riding Owen as he lay back on my sofa. We were about ten long, slow strokes of my vagina up and down his long cock when my front door opened and Kevin walked in.

My brain short-circuited. I looked at him in disbelief. “KEVIN!”

He looked at me in disbelief. “BRIE!”

Owen twisted around under me to look to where Kevin stood. He said quietly, “Hi, Kevin. Are you expected?”

To my surprise, I was speechless and Kevin answered Owen’s question.

“I thought I was expected,” Kevin said. “I had that long drive to our client site today, and I just got back. Brie had said to stop by. We know each other well, so I always just try the door instead of knocking. It was open ... obviously.”

I rose up and then slid down Owen’s cock again. He was still hard. I was still horny, although I now had a dilemma on my hands.

I mumbled, “I forgot that I’d invited Owen for dinner. You already know that I fuck all my dates.” I glanced down my nude body to where Owen and I were intimately connected.

Kevin nodded and grinned, “I do. I like that about you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He took a step towards the door when both Owen and I said in unison, “Wait! Don’t go.”

Kevin stopped and turned back to us with a questioning look. I nudged Owen to speak.

Owen said, “Stay and we’ll both make love to Brie.”

I added, “I haven’t been DPed for a while. I’d like that.”

Kevin added, “I don’t mind sloppy seconds either.”

I’d never heard that term before: sloppy seconds. I figured out what it meant quickly. Owen obviously knew the reference, and so did Kevin. Owen started to piston into my velvety snug love tunnel. I was in ecstasy.

Kevin stripped down at my request, and then I got him nearby so I could suck on his cock as he watched Owen and me moving together, his cock sliding in and out of my vagina. He got very hard, very fast. I had the feeling he liked this kind of thing; I sure did. We were voyeurs.

Owen and Kevin changed places, so I was on my back on the sofa with Kevin fucking me while I sucked on Owen. Kevin and Owen had an aside, and then they both had their orgasms; Kevin deposited inside me, and Owen splattered across my face. I loved it.

Both men cleaned up their messes, but I went off for a moment to the bathroom to complete the job. I also put in a butt plug. I had plans.

My plans went well, too. By the end of the evening, my two lovers were empty of cum, both men had cum in my ass not to mention my other orifices, and I was sexually sated.

I had planned on inviting Owen to stay over, but I thought that would be a slight to Kevin, so around midnight, the two men kissed me goodnight and left. I slept in the wet spot in my own bed.

Well, that snafu worked out well. The truth was that I had never been DPed before that night, although I’d been with two men at the same time. I’d been spit-roasted, but DPing was new. I liked it and had about a dozen orgasms plus all the other good feelings from our lewd act.

To my surprise, Jake asked me out again about a week before his next party. This time we went to the art museum to see a unique exhibition of Chinese art that went back over five thousand years. The museum visit turned out to be more than that, so I was glad that I’d dressed to the nines for him.

As it turned out, since he didn’t tell me, he’d donated a million dollars to the museum, and the exhibition was a private grand opening to honor his donation. We were guests of honor, and were also hosted at the accompanying gala dinner in the five-star museum restaurant. Jake even made a few remarks to the two hundred other people – other donors –about the importance of arts in the history of mankind. He was a spectacular and polished speaker. I was in most of the photographs that got taken of the event, and later appeared in the newspaper that documented the event and his monumental donation.

Kevin found me at work two days later with a copy of one of the news articles and photo. He laid it down on my cubicle desk, and said, “Wow! I can’t compete with that.”

I laughed. “Kevin, it’s not a competition. Jake is good friend as you know. You know him almost as well as I do ... well, except you guys don’t fuck.”

He laughed, too. “Touché. I just want to constantly vie for your affection, but ... that is too much.” He pointed at the article in the society section of the newspaper.

I replied, “I may not see Jake for two months now, except maybe at his party next Saturday. I’ve been to one of his parties and never saw him, so the possibility is there.”

Sheri came around the corner with the same news article. She put the picture and article on my desk with Kevin’s. “For your scrapbook.” She was grinning.

I stated, “Kevin can’t compete with that.”

Sheri looked puzzled at Kevin. “Why would you even want to try? Jake does outrageous things sometimes. He’s been lucky in his business, so some of those things are expensive. We all love him though.”

Kevin nodded, “I do like the guy.”