Chapter 4

The mid-life crisis they had just passed through was capped by the sex they had that day. It was as if they were Adam and Eve who had eaten from the Tree of Knowledge. Corey had guessed right in pushing Kelly to a point of despair. He had been tested by having gone through the sex party which included Kelly’s former boyfriend. In the past, he would have been intimidated by Warren Thatcher. Now, he knew that the sex that Kelly had enjoyed with her former lover only made his sex with his wife more meaningful. He had passed through the jealousy of it happening and the fear that she might prefer Warren over him. As far as the other two men who were involved it was like they were just bit players in the drama, except Phillip’s input on G-spot and anal sex.

After she came back into the room he made love to his wife with a new confidence. The gangbang had taken them to a higher level that brought her to more frequent and more advanced orgasms. And the questioning ordeal that had happened in their life because of the whole experience brought them even closer together. For Kelly thoughts of Warren Thatcher had been with her since they had broken up in college. Having not consummated sex with him at that time she constantly fantasized about what that would have been like. Due to his surprising presence at the party and close to an hour of getting reacquainted and being fucked three times by his mystery cock, questions had been answered that had been haunting her for years. To his passionate, exciting and skilled sexual expertise she responded like a wild animal. But she knew that had she married him as his first wife she would have eventually been set adrift.

Additionally, while the root of her fantasies had been addressed the pleasure of being made love to by Thatcher actually made her fantasies more real. Since the party she dwelt on those couplings. While she was sure that nothing like that would happen with him again but if she could have more time with him she knew it could be so much better. But she realized that through no action of her own with Corey she had been gifted the most perfect man with whom to live out her life. Warren, while being a sexual dream, could never complete her the way Corey did. Marta had been her best friend for years. She had grieved with her when Marta’s husband left her and had deep concerns about her wellbeing while she was “fucking her brains out.” During that period though, she had become jealous of her for her freedom of diverse sexual choices.

Going through her own MFMMMF event at the party she was overwhelmed with the abundance of cocks: in her mouth, her pussy and hands. When she found out that Marta had spent the night with Warren however she was once again jealous of her friend. When Marta and Warren announced that she would be going back to Chicago with him she was pissed off beyond belief. But this day as she lay in her bed crying and realizing how good her life had been with Corey she hoped that Marta could once again find happiness in marriage. Though Warren seemed like an unlikely prospect he too was undergoing a mid-life crisis. He’d been married numerous times and was never happy in marriage. Maybe the two of them would find a balance that would make sense. She knew that Marta could offer the kind of balance a man like Warren might need. Marta was certainly exciting; something that Warren had criticized Kelly of not being enough when they were together in college.

Warren and Marta were married about six months later. Kelly talked to Marta on the phone at least once a week. Warren invited Corey to go on a Salmon fishing trip in Alaska during which they became good friends. The week that her husband went on the fishing trip with Warren and a group of his business associates Kelly spent with Marta in Chicago. The two of them went shopping, visited the Art Institute of Chicago, the Field Museum and the Chicago Symphony. When they were alone together they did gal-pal things and reignited the sex they had discovered with each other while Marta was going through her divorce crisis.

After their visit to the symphony, they spent a late evening cruising bars in and around the Navy Pier. Both had been thrilled that they had been hit on by so many men—really attractive men. It made them so horny that they used Marta’s sex toys and played with each other for the rest of the night. When they woke up naked in bed the next morning together they lavished each other’s pussy with their tongues and finished it off with Marta’s transparent clear plastic blue double dildo. As Marta absently caressed Kelly’s breasts she murmured, “This seems even better than it was when we were doing it back in California.”

“Maybe it’s because you have such great toys,” Kelly said with a sexy chortle.

“Or maybe it’s because we are apart now and can’t just run over and hop in bed together. Somehow your pussy tastes sweeter to me, Kelly.”

Kelly sighed and said, “Yeah I know ... yours does too, Mart.”

Marta was still fondling Kelly’s tits while she snuggled her ass against Marta’s tummy. They must have been quiet for five minutes when Marta cleared her throat and said, “You know what the elephant in the room is don’t you, sweetie?”

Kelly was fully aware of what her friend was talking about. It was on the fringes of every conversation they had had over the last year. “Every time we talk on the phone and even now, Marta I can’t get the picture out of my mind of Warren fucking you.”

Marta answered with a little girl’s giggle a giggle. “And every time Warren fucks me I see him fucking you at that god damned party of yours. And I have to tell you, Kel, that I get kinda pissed off that you and I have both been fucked by Warren and I still haven’t been with Corey.”

“Humph,” Kelly said with sarcasm, “It wasn’t that you didn’t try, sweety.”

“You’ve never before said, Marta.”

I tried Hon. Did it really piss you off?”

“It did at first, Marta but not really that much. Corey told me that you were really hitting on him and that he would love to get into your pants. But he wasn’t built that way. Maybe If I had really been a bitch to him you might have gotten him there. But he has an incredible sense of morality. I’m sure he’s had tons of opportunities to make it with other women, but I’ve never even given it a second thought. You pissed me off because I was your best friend and you’re trying to get him to do it, just because you were jealous of me.”

“Have you ever heard the saying Kelly that “a hard dick has no conscience?” Well, the same thing can be said for a rejected and unfulfilled pussy. I had been thrown away by my husband and you were happy as a clam with yours. I would have fucked anybody’s husband just to make them unhappy. I even tried to fuck my father, but he wasn’t able to get it up.”

Kelly laughed and said, “I’m trying to picture you and your dad in bed.”

“It wasn’t that funny Kel and certainly not sexy at all. Sucking a limp dick to no avail is the shits under any circumstance. Daddy wanted to get it up so badly, poor thing. Every time we see each other now we both look at each other with a grin. We shake our heads and snicker. Mom always wants to know what we’re laughing at.”

“So,” Kelly said swallowing a lump in her throat, “What’s your version of the elephant in the room?”

Marta cleared her throat, hesitated then cleared it again. “You and I and Warren all have something in common. We’ve all screwed each other. But I’ve never screwed Corey.” She laughed, rolled her eyes and added, “Makes me jealous as hell.”

“So, you’re asking my permission to let you screw my husband?

Marta laughed, thought for a minute then said, “Do you think he would do it if you said OK?”

“I suppose so,” Kelly said. “He was really getting the hots for when you were working him over back then.”

“He actually said that?”

“No. But he didn’t have to. He’s different now. We were making love one night—it was really hot. Just as he was cumming he shouted your name.”

“Wow,” Marta said. “So did you do or say anything?”

“I grabbed his balls and squeezed them so hard that they must have hurt for a week. He’d told me more than once that you were hitting on him at the time. I was pissed at you but got over it. I wasn’t really pissed at him for thinking your name while he was fucking me. It was just that he actually said it. Squeezing his balls was just a shot across his bow.” She chuckled then said, “God knows that I think about Warren sometimes when Corey fucks me. There was another man that I had a mini-crush on during our marriage who I would think about when Corey’s dick was pumping away. But I figure that’s just human nature.”

“So do you still think about Warren sometimes when you guys are making it?”

“Sometimes. But like I said, we’re all human.”

Marta said, “I think about Corey a lot, especially since I married Warren.” Kelly was quiet and didn’t respond. “Warren and I talk about it a lot. He says that he’d have liked to have gotten together again with you sometime, when three guys weren’t waiting in the other room to rape you.”

Kelly thought about Corey and Warren in Alaska. She knew Corey would never bring it up with Warren. But she was sure that her husband was curious about what it would be like with Marta.

“Warren said that he would find a way to bring it up while they were on their fishing trip.”

The two men shared a room at the Talon Fishing Lodge in Sitka, Alaska. Though they were both nervously uncomfortable going on an adventure like this together, they were both doing their part in honoring their wives’ request that the two couples form a friendship. Marta and Kelly had been best friends for years. The Matlock’s had socialized as couples with Marta and her ex-husband, doing things like going to dinner and/or the theatre and hosting each other for dinners and parties at their homes. Corey knew Thatcher from a distance in college while he was going with Kelly. Once that relationship ended and Corey and Kelly became an item, his interaction with Warren consisted of a hello whenever they passed each other on the campus. When Marta convinced him to have that outrageous fiftieth birthday party for Kelly and circumstances made it convenient to invite Kelly’s old boyfriend, Corey thought it would be cool to let it all hang out and go for it, a decision he came to regret.

When Marta moved to Chicago with Thatcher then married him, the girls wanted to maintain their friendship and host each other as couples in their homes in Los Angeles and Chicago. Both Corey and Warren reluctantly agreed. This Alaska fishing trip was an attempt for them to fast track a friendship between two men who had previously been adversaries. Within two days of being together in such remotely cramped quarters they found that they really enjoyed each other’s company and admitted that if they had really each other well in college they could likely have been friends. It was on the third night when the lights were out, and they had gone to bed early for the standard 4:00 am wake-up call (they each had their own bunk bed). “Corey,” Warren said, “on the night of Kelly’s birthday party how did you really feel about me being with Kelly for all that time before the um... hijinks began.”