Chapter 10

The end of the year should have been nice and easy, a smooth transition to yet another year. The same, but different, as it was every year. Monica should have known something would get in the way of all the Christmas cheer and tidings of joy.

Christmas passed, Cole and June returned, and Monica even spent a few days doing real work at the factory. Of course, each of the two times she had tried to complete a task at Greg’s home he had lured her away to his bedroom.

The first time was a pretty straightforward fuck with Monica thrown over the back of the couch, followed by some odd variant of hot-yoga in the sauna. They both needed to jump in the half-frozen pool after that. In the middle of organizing work schedules two days later, he pulled her chair away from her desk and carried Monica up the stairs to his bedroom. As he laid her down on the bed and pushed her legs up, his face disappearing between the folds of her skirt, Monica groaned out an assurance that she hadn’t had sex since she had last been with Greg. For some reason Jim had insisted on a blowjob the previous night, leaving Monica frustrated and wondering what the hell good married life was. With Cole gone, Monica’s loins were ready for a long hard fuck from Greg, but first she wanted to feel his lips and tongue down between her legs.

Greg was good at this, somehow holding her clit between his teeth while lashing at it with his tongue and sucking her juices down as Monica rose up to an orgasm. Every man seemed to have his own technique, and Monica had to admit that when Greg was in the mood, he could tongue her better than many men could fuck. It was wonderful, but Monica really was in need of just holding the man and reconnecting with him. No rough sex or games, just lying in the man’s arms and enjoying a long simple session of sex. It was good, both of them exhausted and sweating and sexually sated well before lunch. It was this after-sex sense of peace that remained with Monica as she drove home. It was hard not to turn around and ask if she could spend the night. Impossible, of course, but it was a wonderful thought to have floating in her mind.

The thought stayed there until an unexpected session with Cole just the day before New Year’s eve. Cole had suddenly pulled into his driveway in mid-morning. Jim was sleeping off a full-night of work, so Monica felt free to walk over and welcome the father and daughter home.

While sipping on a cup of Cole’s unique hot chocolate, he had looked over at June and told her that maybe now was a good time for her to take a walk. It was a cold morning, slightly foggy and damp, and Monica couldn’t see why Cole would want June to leave. June obviously thought the same thing, shaking her head and saying, “Walk? Now? You know I’ll be back in like an hour, tops. Don’t you and Monica need more time than that to get, you know, reacquainted? She might be missed...” The statement didn’t make a lot of sense to Monica, but Cole agreed, reaching out to take Monica’s hand. “Let’s leave June here to clean up. She’s right. I’ve missed you more than you can know.”

Only a day after enjoying some quality time with Greg, but Monica was ready to lay down and enjoy the joys that Cole always delivered on. A different man with different smells and tastes and of course a completely different feel as he filled her in all of the ways that made him special. The first half hour started slow but quickly turned into a mutual session of serious sex, Cole slipping into Monica’s outstretched legs, her demands for him to move faster and harder wordlessly expressed with loud groans and her feet slapping the man’s ass with every thrust into her. It was fast and furious and Monica felt full and complete as a sweating Cole collapsed into her arms. A good fuck with wonderful results for them both.

That could have been enough, but after some quiet talk and playing with one another’s bodies, Monica indicated that another round of mutual love making was in order. It should have been a long drawn out session of loving. Cole had been feasting on Monica’s breasts, one hand down to play with her clit as he dry-fucked her inner thigh. She was about to roll him off and throw a leg over his hip and ride him from on-top when June walked in.

June had been called out on this before, told in specific terms that she had no business watching her father and Monica while they were having sex. June had agreed, but here she was, next to naked with only a light top and panties on and leaning back against Cole’s dresser while watching the two adults at play.

Cole lifted his head from where he was nibbling on Monica’s nearest nipple, growling out a simple, “June” in warning to his daughter. Monica looked over and saw June shrug. “Sorry guys, but if I’m not going to go for a walk, I’m stuck here listening to you two. Have a little heart.”

Monica saw that the girl had one hand deep under the rim of her panties, obviously giving herself a little manual stimulation. Rather than anger, Monica felt a little sympathy for the teen and said nothing. Cole had stopped sucking in on Monica’s tit, but his hand down between her legs had teased her clit into a high state of excitement and all she could think about was what more the large man could do for her.

With no comment coming from Monica, June pulled her hand out from between her legs and walked over to the bed. “Come on Monica. We talked about this before, you being able to give such good head. Show me how it’s done. You know, swallow the whole thing.”

Monica heard but could hardly believe June was making a bedside request for her to give Cole a mouth job. Monica had other needs in mind, her body calling out for something else entirely, and she chose to give June a completely different kind of exhibition.

“Cole. That small blue dick of yours. Get it.”

Not an unusual request, and something Cole enjoyed using on multiple occasions in the past. What surprised Monica was when June turned and walked over and pulled out the drawer that held his few yet powerfully effective sex toys. She walked back to the bed with something different.

“Thought you might like something a little thicker, maybe more like what Cole has there between his legs.” June held up a thick rubber toy, short and slender yet with nubs of texture that had done all the right things for Monica in previous sex games she’d played with Cole. It was rubbery and soft but with a firm core.

Monica knew what she wanted Cole to do with the smaller version of a dildo, but here was June, walking back to the bed with a fat rubbery phallus, a smile on her face as she bent down to give Monica a first-ever kiss on her forehead while asking, “Here you go. Even has a fat set of balls. Where would you like him?”

Monica really hadn’t expected June to be so direct or so interested, but she pushed her doubts aside and called the girl’s bluff. She told Cole to roll onto his back, then threw a leg over, straddling his large frame and giving him a kiss. Then down, slowly kissing her way down his hairy body until she reached his crotch. Now she took his re-energized cock in mouth, making a show of sucking on Cole’s thick organ while sticking her ass up high, showing June just what she wanted the girl to do with the dildo.

While Monica sucked in ever more of Cole’s fully erect cock, she could feel June pushing the dildo through her slit, back and forth over her clit, wetting the rubbery wand in preparation for being pushed inside of Monica. As the girl played the tip of the toy around her vagina, Monica pushed her ass back, intentionally inserting the first couple of inches into her pussy.
June pushed in another two inches, then pulling back, then starting up a slow fuck of Monica’s dripping hole. Monica continued to suck on Cole’s real-life dick but her focus was on what June was doing at her rear. She moaned loudly when June used another hand to push between her thighs and finger her clit. That’s when Monica began actively fucking back, pushing her ass back, silently but insistently telling June to continue doing what she was doing.

Monica had been on edge and ready for another orgasm before June had walked in. With June playing the dildo in and out of Monica while diddling her clit at the same time, it only took another couple of minutes before an orgasm took her over and tore her apart. As the wave of pleasure overwhelmed her, Monica freed her mouth of Cole’s cock and gave out a loud moan, then loud short shrieks of pleasure while thrusting her ass back at June as though in demand for more. Finally Monica pushed her hand back to hold June’s hand steady where it had been playing with her clit.

She could hear June laugh in her low, quiet way, almost a kind of girlish chuckle. “Wow Monica. You did it again. Got me almost as wet with that squirting cunt of yours as you did the sheets. So, you done for the day?”

June was nice enough to have stopped pushing on the thick rubbery pole, only half embedded inside of her as Monica lay collapsed on Cole’s chest. She was exhausted and yet deliriously happy at what the orgasm had taken out of her. Half of her brain was filled with the joy of sex, yet the other half was confused about how wrong it was to have Cole’s daughter doing such things to her.

As she caught her breath and sorted through her confused thoughts, Monica felt June’s hands on her ass. The girl began massaging her butt cheeks, then down between her thighs, a slow feel of her clit and then down and up her thighs again. A nice finishing touch to a wonderful fuck with a fake phallus. Something only another woman could give. Monica was wondering what more she could possibly want from the completely wrong but wonderful mid-day sexual exhibition with the girl when Cole began acting on his own.

Cole had been largely silent through Monica’s and June’s sexual antics. Monica had only given him a half-hearted mouth job, but his cock was hard and ready to play again. No doubt turned on after watching Monica achieve a screaming climax at the hands of his daughter. The man obviously wanted something for himself. His hands pulled Monica up his chest, then back to play with her ass for a second before feeling-out the dildo that remained inside of her. He played it in and out of Monica’s hole a couple of times, then asked June for some help.

“June. Pull it out. You know where to put it next. I think Monica here is ready for something a little rougher right up her rear. With both of us together. You know you want it, don’t you baby?”

Monica was shocked that Cole would speak like this to his daughter, asking the girl to help him fuck her. And not just asking June to help, but to have June fuck Monica’s ass with a dildo, and this time with something thicker than she normally took through the anus. June seemed to go along with her father’s request, slowly withdrawing the fat fake phallus from where it was embedded inside of Monica’s pussy, then playing the rubbery length up and back through her ass crack.

Monica was doubtful, worrying a little about the thickness of the rubbery dildo, and of course a little unnerved about Cole talking this way, telling his own daughter to do such a thing. Yet Monica was more in need than ever before, and she found herself crawling up the length of Cole’s body and giving him a kiss. She was hoping a simple fuck would make the randy man happy and pushed her crotch down onto his stomach, then sliding her hips back to feel his long hard length slip up between her thighs.

To Monica’s relief, that’s when June crawled back and off the bed and nonchalantly announced that she was going to go back to her room. “I think I’ll leave the rest to you guys. This is getting a little weird for me, so I’m off for a little alone time in my room.”

Monica watched June leave, but Cole didn’t seem to notice. He easily pushed his own flesh and blood cock inside of her. She thought of slowly riding Cole to another happy ending for them both, but Cole had a mission of his own. He rolled Monica over and covered her with his much larger body, then began a hard pounding into her from on top. Hard and fast if not overtly violent, the man putting all of his energy into a two-minute fuck that threatened to break the bed.

As Cole finished up inside of her, Monica’s mind was split between being pissed at him not thinking of her own needs and her shock at what he had asked his daughter to do. As he collapsed onto her, his balls now empty, his cock dribbling out the last of his seed into her, Monica was unsure of how to bring up the taboo subject. It didn’t matter. Cole got there first, redefining what had happened and assuring Monica that everything was fine.

“Thank god June left. I was so in need of you. I’m surprised you allowed June to do what she did. Are you sure you aren’t just a little bit lesbian? You seem to enjoy doing those things with the girl.” Cole kissed Monica’s lips, looked into her eyes and smiled, almost convincing Monica that what she had witnessed was a normal part of their bedroom behavior.

“Hey. I’m as shocked as you about June walking in here and knowing what to do with that rubbery dick of yours. But let’s not lose sight of what you asked her to do. Jesus Cole. What were you thinking? Your own daughter? We’ve talked about this before.”

Cole nodded and his face took on a serious look. “Yes, you’re right. My desire for you took me over. But all I did is ask. How about you? I think maybe you shouldn’t be doing such things with her. She is my daughter. Can I even trust you to be with her alone? That’s twice you’ve let her play with you, and with me in the room. What will you do when I’m not here?”

Cole was smiling when he said this, obviously not too seriously worried about what Monica and June would do when alone together, but the statement itself caught Monica off guard. Monica found her thoughts being turned around, Cole’s unacceptable instructions to his daughter suddenly becoming her fault. The confusing thoughts ruined what was normally a quiet and loving time of post-coital talk. She rolled off the bed, grabbed her clothing, and headed for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later she was ready to head home. Monica forced herself to stop outside of June’s bedroom door. She gave it a soft knock.

“June. You in there? Can I come in?”

“Not now Monica. I’m kind of into something.”

“Just wondering if you were okay. You know, after everything we did a while ago.”

“Yeah, I get it. Sorry if I got in the way of you and Cole having your fun. I get it. You can go now.”

June’s answer through her bedroom door bothered Monica. It didn’t seem to answer any of the questions going through her head, but she didn’t know what more to say. In true clueless adult form, Monica wished June a happy new year and left. Walking home, she tried to convince herself that she was overthinking it. Maybe it was all their shared fault and all she had to do is check to see that Cole’s door was locked each time they got together. Maybe, but Monica’s love of June’s fingers in her twat remained vivid in her mind.

Monica was startled out of her thoughts to find Jim up and taking a shower. She felt a flush of fright, wondering if he had noticed her absence. Even if he had it wouldn’t matter, so she began to prepare a couple of grilled cheese and ham sandwiches for their late lunch. Jim never asked where she had been, though she did mention in an off-hand way that Cole and June had returned. This actually caught his attention, saying he wanted to go over to say hello to Cole. None of this meant anything to Monica until months later.

Then new year’s eve and the new year forced her to yet again question her marriage to Jim. He had spent much of new year’s eve sleeping, then for some reason going over to Cole’s place to talk about something related to his truck. Monica wanted to join him, hoping perhaps to talk with June, but Jim was insistent that she prepare something to share at a work-related new year’s party he was taking her to. He was gone a couple of hours, shrugged when she asked about Cole, and played a video game until it was time for them to leave.

Jim had insisted that Monica put on one of her nicest dresses, bought for her by Greg but she was able to pass it off as being on sale at the local Macy’s. Monica spent extra time enhancing her naturally curly blond hair and spent almost an hour doing her nails and make-up. Jim showed his appreciation with a kiss and a hand giving her ass a squeeze, but then they were off to the party. On the way Jim offhandedly mentioned just what kind of party he was taking her to.

“So, listen. This is going to be at my shift supervisor’s place. I wasn’t invited last year, so this is kind of a big deal.”

“Hey. Should be fine. You do good work for him, right? I won’t make a fool of myself if you don’t.”

“Um, yeah. About that. It’s New Year’s eve and I’m told they go a little wild, so if stuff comes up, don’t go all bat-shit or anything.”

“What are you talking about? I’m used to drunk jerks doing stupid stuff. I won’t knife anybody, I promise.”

“Yeah, but what if that’s part of the party?” Jim paused, seemed to be searching for the right words as Monica stared a hole through his skull, then finally came out with it. “They kind of swing, you know? No hard sex at the party, just wild games. You know, with everybody having to do a little undressing and shit.”

“What the fuck, Jim? What are you telling me to do?”

“Hey, nothing like that. A guy who was there last year said no sex. Nothing like that. Just playing around and having fun. No big deal. He said yeah, you’d probably be asked to show your tits, but that even the men have to show off and embarrass themselves. It’s all for fun. Drink, fool around with some games and go home. Stop whining. Not like you never did anything like this in high school.”

That shocked Monica. Jim hadn’t brought up her past since before they had gotten married. She had pushed it behind her and so had he, or so she had thought. Now he was taking her to some workplace orgy and demanding she undress in front of a bunch of strangers. She wanted to argue, but suddenly they were pulling into a gated neighborhood, then down a short cul-de-sac already full of cars.

As he helped Monica down from the truck, Jim tried to mollify her. “Listen. I promise I won’t let things get crazy. I just want to have a little fun. Don’t do what you don’t feel comfortable doing, okay?”

Monica felt better after he said this, but knew that reality and booze and peer pressure would make all of Jim’s words meaningless.

They were greeted at the door by a man Jim introduced as his boss. He was tall and fit and, reminded her a little of Cole as he pulled Monica into a friendly hug. They were welcomed in and given a quick tour, bumping into and introducing themselves to other co-workers who had made it there before them.

It was a nice house, with a huge front room with a fireplace, still decorated for Christmas. Down a short hall was the kitchen and spacious family room which looked out over a covered patio and yard with a small kidney shaped pool. This was just the type of house Monica had hoped to move into, perhaps even buy in the near future. She was imagining how she would decorate and furnish it, all the time thinking that it was odd that all of the furniture in the family room had been moved to the side. It looked as though the hosts were planning to do some karaoke or maybe dancing at some time during the evening. Monica couldn’t have been more wrong.

The other women at the party were all older than Monica, the hostess by more than 20 years, and only one of the women actually worked in the plant, up in the front office. All were nice and friendly toward Monica, though none knew Jim personally or professionally. All but one of the women also wore dresses, one pretty little Asian woman wearing nothing but a mini-skirt and tit hugging red top. Only ten minutes into the party that same Asian woman bent over to pick up a dropped napkin, and Monica was shocked to see little more than a string flossing the woman’s upturned ass. That’s when more details about the real reason for the party came to light.

“Jesus. Looks like she’s ready, but she was here last year. Knows what she’s in for.” It was the hostess, giving off a low laugh and confusing Monica with her explanation.

“Really?” replied Monica. “What’s going to happen to her? I mean, other than getting laid.” Monica threw this last line out in an attempt at humor, but then remembering who she was talking to, she added “Who did she come with?”

“The big guy, over in the corner,” replied the hostess. “But if she’s not on birth control, odds are it won’t be him that knocks her up.”

Monica’s jaw dropped at hearing this coming from the older woman, and as she was thinking of what to say, the woman reached a hand out to touch Monica’s shoulder and in a very low but serious tone filled Monica in. “You are on birth control I hope. You can never tell what happens at these parties. Drink too much and you might wake up with someone you’ve never seen before tonight. The tall woman in blue over there didn’t make it back home for a week after a party, oh, maybe two years ago. Wound up getting divorced from her husband and then marrying a driver at the plant. That’s what happens when women are allowed to enjoy themselves. Men get all bent out of shape, even when they’re guilty of doing worse.”

Monica quickly pulled her thoughts together and asked about something Jim had brought up. “So, about the games. Jim told me about them. I guess that’s when the party really gets started. Anything I should know beforehand?”

“Well, we’re not all here yet. Another couple is due soon, and we’ve still got some drinking to do. When [my husband] walks around with a bowl full of little blue pills, you’ll know things will be starting pretty soon. Until then, take it easy and have another drink, though I recommend the cookies.”

She may have looked like a blonde bimbo, but Monica had gained Greg’s trust and respect for being able to do more than give a quality ten-minute deep throat. Her brain quickly latched onto the hints the hostess was dropping and asked, “You do this every year? This is the first time Jim’s been invited. Must be because he’s still on his two-year probation.”

“[My husband] caught sight of you at the Fourth of July party we had over in the park. My guy’s a horny old bastard, but trust me. He treats a girl right. Not that you have to do anything, mind you. Tonight’s just for fun. Just games, nothing serious, and we’ll all be doing them as a group. We have other gatherings too, invitation only. That’s when you’re in danger of getting pregnant with a big question mark on top. I wouldn’t want to be the husband in the delivery room nine months later. There have been some real surprises. That’s why we suggest birth control.”

The hostess let off a loud laugh, finding her remark hilarious. Monica pretended to laugh as well, but then quickly excused herself. Jim was busy talking with some of his co-workers and while waiting for him Monica introduced herself to a couple who had just walked in the front door. Two minutes into their introductions, Monica felt the man’s hand push between her thighs and rise up to rest on one ass cheek. Her reaction must have been obvious, the woman looking down and then playfully pushing on her husband’s shoulder, saying “Knock it off! We just got here. Let me get a drink first.” The woman turned to Monica and began to laughingly apologize for her husband’s behavior. She was interrupted when the host began banging a fork against a bottle of wine.

“Everybody. Fair warning. Food all looks great. Thank you to all who brought something for us to snack on, but let’s not over-indulge. We have a lot of other things to do before the new year arrives.”

There was a chuckle of agreement through the room. That’s when Jim walked up and put his hand around Monica’s waist. She felt reassured, certain that she was reading too much into what some obviously drunk people had been saying, but then she noticed a woman on the far side of the room. The young Asian woman again. Her top was now gone, the woman’s perfectly proportioned tits rising up and pointing out at all who cared to view them, her dark brown nipples contrasting against the pale white skin of her breasts. Nobody seemed shocked, nobody made a comment, and as Monica tugged on Jim’s arm, wordlessly demanding that he walk with her into another room, he tugged back.

“What’s up Monica? Having a good time? Saw you talking with [our hostess]. Good job. If it all goes well tonight, I might have a promotion in line.”

“Jim. You said something about games. Just games, right? I’m not going to actually have to do anything with anybody here, right?”

Jim suddenly grew serious, pushing Monica into the empty hallway and verbally slapping her as he explained what he really wanted her to do. Maybe it was the tall glass of eighty proof he held in his hand, but Monica was shocked to hear him say it. “Nothing you haven’t done before Monica. All your friends have commented about your past, so don’t go all pious and virtuous on me now.”

Jim suddenly realized what he had just said to his wife, trying to backtrack without actually apologizing. “I promise, it’s just games. That’s what I was told. Didn’t mean for you to learn about it all like this, but come on Monica. Let’s have some fun. It’s a party for god’s sake.”

Jim leaned in to kiss Monica on her cheek and she forced herself to nod as he whispered into her ear that she should relax and have another drink. He left her standing alone in the hallway. She turned toward the front door, thinking she was still sober enough to drive the truck home on her own. Then she got pissed. Sure, she’d done worse when back in high school, and she was ready to face the reality of what she was doing behind Jim’s back. But that was no reason for her husband to use her as a piece of meat to dangle before his boss’s eyes. He wanted her to get with the games and strip naked with all the other ladies. Fine. She could do that, knowing that Jim was way over his head as he tried to mingle with all of the other players in the room.

Monica’s dress was simple and yet high fashion, built to show off a woman’s curves. It left no room for a real bra but provided a bit of built in support from below, allowing comfort and style while showing off the upper portion of her breasts. She removed the light wrap she still had on, then arranged the bodice of the dress to allow her nipples to not so much peak out as loudly announce their presence to the room. This ruined the stylish look of the dress, but she doubted that anybody would care. In a sudden wild act, perhaps as one more intentional middle finger to Jim, she pulled off her panties and stuffed them into the pocket of an unknown man’s jacket hanging in the hallway. Then she returned to the main room to join the rest of the revelers.

Pretending that nothing was amiss, Monica walked by the display of food, choosing a few bits of cheese and crackers, then pouring another half-glass of wine. She hesitated at the plate of cookies, labeled “Magic” and with a green herb drawn on a piece of paper. Monica shrugged and grabbed one. Then the hostess showed up at her side, offering Monica a little blue pill.

“Thought those were for the men.” Monica finally said it. The blue pills. For men. For what reason? Everybody knew. Jim must have known, damn him.

“Yes, but it doesn’t do a woman any harm to get in on the fun. Doesn’t do much for me, but my sister eats them up as often as her husband. Claims it’s the only way she can get an orgasm.”

After the hostess walked away, a couple of men came over and tried to engage Monica in conversation. That would have been fine, but their hands kept trying to feel out parts of her body and she finally turned around and walked out to the covered patio. She was surprised to find it almost as warm as the inner portion of the house. With the loud and very old rock music pushed to the background, the evening suddenly became calm and gave Monica a moment to think about what she had gotten herself into. But only a moment. While looking out at the back yard and pool, two of the other women came outside and approached her.

“You look ready. Good enough to eat. Haven’t seen you at one of these before.”

It was the Asian woman, her chest bare, nipples hard and erect. Monica was thinking of which part of the statement to respond to when the woman leaned in, her mouth sucking up Monica’s bare left nipple and giving it a long playful thrashing with her tongue. Before Monica could do anything more than draw in a quick breath, the woman released Monica’s breast and said, “Yummy. Hope you go both ways. We can uber out of here back to my place.”

“Nina. Knock it off. [The host] didn’t throw a party just so you could make off with the goods.”

This was the second woman, the redhead that worked at the plant and wearing the only pair of pants other than the men. Of course the pants weren’t much more than skin tight gold -lamé shorts, leaving little to the imagination though at least giving more protection to the woman’s ass than Monica’s thigh length dress. The woman named Nina gave off a quick “sorry” but her eyes reached out to Monica, obviously excited at the thought of getting Monica to herself.