Raunchy Reunion Pt. 01 - Sasha & Greg

Hi everyone! This is the start of a three part story involving some of my favorite characters. It might end up all over the place as far as categories go, sorry about that! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

Sasha woke with a start. She blinked behind her sunglasses, rubbing at the sore spot on her forehead where it had leaned against the window.

"Sorry gorgeous," Greg said quietly. "I didn't see the pothole in time, it came outta nowhere."

Sasha stretched and yawned.

"That's alright. Where are we?" she asked.

"Just passed through Quartzsite," Greg said.

"I could use a stop if there's something close by," Sasha replied.

She opened the visor and slid the mirror cover over to check her sore forehead, grimacing at the bright red mark.

"There should be a gas station in maybe 15 minutes or so," Greg replied.

"Great!" Sasha said.

She closed the mirror and visor and pulled her phone from her purse at her feet. She had a text from Jasper.

Just arrived at the house Aaron rented. Holy. Shit.

Sasha snorted and replied.

What's it like?

She hit send but her phone immediately popped up a message saying it couldn't be sent until she had service. She sighed.

"What's up?" Greg asked.

"Jasper sent a text about the house Aaron rented for us," Sasha said.

"What'd he say?" Greg pressed.

"Basically just 'holy shit'. No picture or anything. At least nothing's come through," Sasha said.

"We've been in a dead zone for a bit. Maybe it'll come through when we hit service again," Greg said.

Sasha agreed as she plugged her phone into the cord to charge and started one of their downloaded road trip playlists.

"God, thank you, it's been all radio preachers and static for a while," Greg said.

"You could have woken me!" Sasha said.

"You looked so peaceful. Besides, I didn't want to interrupt, you were moaning in your sleep, I figured it must have been a good dream."

Greg waggled his eyebrows over his sunglasses.

"Whatever Greg!" Sasha giggled. "I'm not horny all the time!"

"Sure, sure," Greg teased.

The couple chatted and laughed together, pausing their conversation to sing along with their favorite songs.

After a few minutes they pulled into a gas station to fill up their tank, grab some snacks, and use the restroom. Sasha finished first and was leaning against the car. They had pulled into a parking spot around the back of the store after gassing up. She was looking out at the desert landscape admiring the vastness, warmth and colors when her phone jingled in the back pocket of her shorts. It was another text from Jasper. A photo of him, Aaron, and two people she could only assume were Madison and Fred filled the screen.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered zooming in on the guy in the background.

She had never seen a picture of Fred before, since she didn't spend much time on social media. Fred was fucking gorgeous. He held up two fingers in a peace sign, the other hand shoved in the pocket of his shorts, smiling coyly. She tapped the photo returning it to its normal presentation.

Aaron had his arms snaked around one of his husband's muscular arms, face plastered with a huge smile. One of Jasper's brightly blue eyes was closed in a wink, his mouth open wide in a smile, tongue hanging out, one arm outstretched behind Madison. Her long wavy strawberry blonde locks were pulled half up, hazel eyes sparkling merrily as she mimicked Jasper's expression, cute pink tongue lolling out. A thrill of warmth started to bubble up in Sasha's chest, swirling down to her stomach.

"God our friends are so fucking hot," Greg said.

Sasha jumped at his voice.

"Goddamn, you scared me," Sasha said.

"Is that Fred? Damn, Aaron!" Greg exclaimed, pulling his sunglasses up and zooming in to get a better look at the picture.

"I know right?" Sasha said.

She blew out a breath, locked her phone, and slid it back into her pocket.

"You look a little flushed Sash," Greg grinned.

"Oh please!"

She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide her puckering nipples. Greg smirked and took a step closer, putting his hands on her hips. He leaned close to her mouth and planted a little kiss there.

"You know," he rumbled. "You said we'd fuck all the way to Palm Springs. But we have yet to do anything of the sort."

He kissed her again, pressing his body to hers. She returned the kiss, her arms snaking slowly around his neck. She paused their kiss for a moment.

"What'd you have in mind?" she asked.

Greg smirked and kissed her neck, dragging his tongue down the side.

"Well, I can just show you, huh?"

His hands moved deftly over her breasts, thumbs rubbing lightly over the peaking nipples.

"What if someone sees?" Sasha said.

She wasn't really bothered. In fact, the thought of possibly getting caught sent a thrill through her that moistened the crotch of her underwear.

"Not likely," Greg muttered.

He continued running his thumbs in circles over her hardening nipples. She was glad she had opted to wear a bathing suit top instead of a regular bra. The thinner material rubbed over her sensitive nipples causing a small moan to travel up her throat. Greg brought one of his hands down her torso slowly, trailing his fingertips under the leg of her shorts. They brushed lightly against her soaking underwear.

"Seems you don't mind being caught," Greg growled rubbing harder at her wet crotch.

She moaned in reply as he slid a finger up her slit somewhat awkwardly due to her shorts. He took his hand from her breast and carefully unfastened the button fly of her garment, pushing them down just slightly. The top of her bare ass pressed to the warm metal of the car. He had better access to her now and ran a finger between her dripping labia, a thumb circled her clit slowly.

"Hhhah, Greg. Yeah," Sasha breathed out.

Her hips began to roll in circles as his fingers rubbed over her hot wet opening. He slipped two fingers inside of her for just a second before pulling them out again, trailing them forward and rubbing her arousal over her protruding clit. Sasha's mouth dropped open with a small sound.

"You like that gorgeous?" Greg mumbled.

Sasha's arms remained around his neck. He used his body to block the view of her from anyone coming around the corner.

"Oh, yeah, keep going," Sasha said.

Her hips rolled again as he ran his fingers between her lips once again and plunged them into her entrance. She bucked forward, her back arching slightly. Greg laced an arm around her back, pulling her close as he slid in a third finger, gliding in and out of her rhythmically. Her breathing was harsh pants, his fingers gradually increasing in speed.

"Ohh, Greg, I'm so close! Ah, yeah, Oh YEAH!"

Sasha's back arched, and her head flew back. Greg holding her upright was the only reason she didn't whack the back of her head on the car. He could feel the silky squeezing of her pussy around his fingers as she came, the moisture running from her. He continued to pump his fingers until the shaking in her thighs stopped.

"Oh my god," she gasped out.

Sasha leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss to Greg's mouth, driving her tongue forward, pressing to his obvious erection.

"We need to get going," Greg muttered, rubbing his bulge absently on Sasha's stomach.

She was still panting but nodded.

"OK," she said.

They untangled their bodies and Sasha pulled up her shorts, running inside to use the bathroom once more before they got back on the road.

Greg sat in the driver's seat as Sasha came around the corner. It was strange because she thought they were going to switch halfway through, and this was about halfway to Palm Springs.

"I thought we were switching," she said.

She glanced down at the large bulge in Greg's shorts. He was rubbing his hand over his stiff cock slowly.

"Well, we sort of are," he grinned.

Sasha returned the grin as he started the car. Her hand reached out and slowly stroked over the hard lump of Greg's erection. He sighed a little as he started to pull out of the parking lot.

Sasha kept rubbing her hand over his cock, until they were racing down the mostly empty highway. Greg dutifully set the cruise control and kept his eyes on the road. Sasha carefully slid his zipper down, pushed her hand through the opening, and pulled his cock free. Greg sucked a slow breath in through his teeth as Sasha ran her fingers over the glistening tip of his cock.

"Fuck, Greg, I want your cock in my mouth," Sasha whined.

"Go ahead Sash," Greg groaned.

Sasha's eyes widened and her hand moved up and down his stiff shaft.

"Really are you sure? It won't distract you?" she asked.

Greg shook his head, his eyes hyper focused on the road in front of him as if to prove to her how focused he could be.

"No, it'll be fine, just... fuck..." He shuddered as her hand stroked down his shaft. "Put it in your mouth."

Sasha shifted in her seat, slipping out of her seatbelt a bit and leaned over the center console.

"Hha Ah!" Greg gasped out as Sasha's lips closed over his swollen head. "Oh yeah, Jesus, Sash."

His cock dripped generously in her mouth. She brought her mouth down the length of him slowly, savoring the smooth skin and the salty taste of precum coating her tongue. She took his whole length into her mouth slowly, the tip of his cock slipping deep into her throat.

"Ohh, fuuuck, Sasha," Greg moaned.

His eyes remained focused on the road, but one hand wound through the hair at the back of her head. Her tongue flattened and she dragged it up the stiff length, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. She repeated these slow ministrations as Greg's moans grew and his fingers began to tighten in her hair.

His cock went harder still, dripping almost constantly the wetter her mouth got. He held her firmly at the back of her head but let her set the pace. Soon her head was bobbing rapidly over his cock, the tip of her tongue flicking his tip. His hips began to buck a little, sending the tip of his cock tapping at the back of her throat. His breathing came in short stuttering pants as his balls began to pull close to him.

"Oh fuck, Sash. I'm gonna cum soon," Greg groaned. Sasha started bobbing more quickly, sucking harder. "OH! God, FUCK AH!!"

Greg's hand gripped hard at her hair and the steering wheel as his cock spurt into Sasha's mouth. She swallowed quickly, keeping her mouth clamped over Greg's pulsing dick. She swallowed each of his loads quickly and once his cock stopped squirting into her mouth, she licked it clean.

Greg panted, trying to catch his breath as Sasha carefully tucked his dick away and zipped his shorts again. She sat back in her seat readjusting her seatbelt over her lap.

"Oh my god," Greg said.

He had leaned his head back on the headrest. His breathing evening out. She dabbed at the sides of her mouth and pulled open the visor mirror checking for any splashes she might have missed.

"Hey Sash?" Greg said after a little while.

"Yeah hon?" she asked.

"That was fucking amazing," Greg glanced over at his wife.

She smiled widely at him.

"Good! You weren't so bad yourself," she joked back.

Greg laughed.

"Gee, thanks," he said. "But seriously, thanks for being the... spice to my blandness."

Sasha grimaced and reached a hand to her husband's thigh.

"Hey! Come on, you're not bland Greg," Sasha said.

"Right, cause we're running around having threesomes with our friends and fucking our whole friend group," Greg muttered.

Sasha paused, scrutinizing him.

"Honey, what's going on?" Sasha asked.

Greg's cheeks pinked.

"It's just... the last person you dated before me was Jasper and he's so..." Greg paused.

"Slutty?" Sasha offered.

"Promiscuous," Greg amended.

"He's a slut Greg, it's OK. That's how he refers to himself. He's kind of claiming the term as something without the negative connotations attached to it," Sasha explained.

"OK, so he's slutty and I'm... well... I mean..." He drove a hand through his hair. "You're the third person I've have sex with ever. How do you go from a guy like Jas to someone like me?"

Sasha smiled even though Greg kept his eyes glued to the road.

"Because when I dated Jasper, I was a different person. Jas and I were... we weren't good together Greg. You and I though, we're great!" Sasha explained.

Greg sighed and glanced at her.

"Come on," he said.

"Really, honey! Jasper is a great person, an amazing friend, but I want to be with you. You don't have to worry about me stepping out on you with Jasper. We're monogamous, we're committed," she said with a smile.

Greg let out a long breath.

"OK," he said slowly. Then after a beat he continued. "Did he tell you he fucked Fred and Aaron?"

Sasha laughed quickly.

"Yeah, hon he told me," Sasha admitted. "I didn't think it pertinent to mention. Although he didn't say it was a secret."

"I just don't understand how that works," Greg said.

Sasha shrugged.

"It works for them. They went into it with some rules and boundaries and talked about it beforehand. It's not like they just jumped into bed together one night," Sasha said.

"Oh, yeah I guess that makes sense," Greg said. "I suppose I just assumed that they all just decided to fuck one night."

"Did Aaron tell you about it?" Sasha asked.

Sasha and Jasper had always been close, even after their very amicable breakup, chatting on the phone at least once a week, sometimes more. Greg hadn't really kept up with anyone from college, leaving that mostly up to Sasha who was much more extroverted than him.

But he had reached out to Aaron after Sasha had told him about Jasper and Aaron finally mending their broken friendship. He had originally called to tell him that he was happy that he and Jasper had reconnected and fixed things. That simple call had turned into a two hour-long catch-up session. Which had then evolved into a weekly call and now they were talking almost as much as Sasha and Jasper.

"He mentioned it in passing, after Jasper and Madison started getting more serious. He said Fred was sort of bummed out," Greg said.

Sasha hummed in reply.

"Are you worried about them asking one or both of us to join them in bed or something?" Sasha asked.

"What?!" Greg sputtered, face reddening. "Why would you think that?"

"I dunno know hon!" Sasha held up her hands. "You just brought up Jasper and I after all these years then randomly started talking about their threesomes. I wasn't sure if you were worried they would ask you to join or if... you... you know maybe hoped they would..." Sasha trailed off as Greg's face blazed.

"I mean, Aaron didn't say anything like that. I hadn't really thought about... well I mean I kind of... sheesh!" He scraped his hand down his face.

"Honey, you know I'm a safe space, right? I'm not going to make fun or laugh at you. What's going on?" Sasha asked.

Greg paused, chewing on the inside of his cheek working his thoughts into actual statements.

"I don't know really. It's just. I've been so vanilla for so long. I don't know if I'm really that vanilla by nature or if I just haven't had the opportunity to explore... things I actually like. So, I kind of want to try stuff out. But I don't want to make people uncomfortable, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable or hurt you at all." Greg's knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel. "But you've just made it clear that you're not really a sharing type, so I feel weird talking about this now."

"Did I?" she asked.

"Yeah, you said we're committed and monogamous," Greg said.

Sasha thought back on their conversation.

"I did say that. But that was in the context of something different," Sasha said. "I thought you were worried about sneaky cheating, which I don't think is ethical. Keeping secrets is shitty. But I do think two people can be in a committed loving relationship and make that whatever they're comfortable with."

"I don't think I'm following," Greg said.

"OK, you know polyamorous people, have relationships with more than one person at a time. Or ethical non-monogamy, you have a romantic relationship with one person but still have sex with others outside of that relationship. That sort of thing," Sasha said.

"O-Kaay," Greg said. "So, you think those things are you know... doable?"

"Sure, I think they can be," Sasha said. "I think it takes a lot of honesty, communication, and transparency."

Greg was quiet for a long time and Sasha let it go for a while, gathering her own thoughts. After they had sat listening to two whole songs Sasha reached out to Greg again, her hand resting on his thigh.

"Are you alright, hon?" Sasha asked.

Greg nodded.

"I'm thinking," he said.

"About... non-monogamy?" Sasha asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Why didn't you ever bring up any of this stuff before?" he asked.

Sasha shrugged.

"Honestly, I'm only just learning more about all of this. We grew up in the 90's after all. A lot of this stuff is still viewed as strange or as 'dysfunctional relationships' by society at large. I also didn't really feel like I needed to find sexual fulfillment outside of you," Sasha said.

"Until last year," Greg moped.

Sasha remembered the night she had finally brought it up and was so happy she had. Greg had upped his game considerably. It felt almost like it had when they had first started sleeping together. The excitement and spontaneity were back in full force.

"Sure, but we talked about it, and you were receptive," Sasha said. "Greg, I'm going to ask you something. I don't want you to get defensive. I'm not accusing you of anything or trying to push anything on you, OK?"

Greg's eyes dropped for a second before he glanced at Sasha then back to the road.

"Alright," he said.

He thought he knew what was coming. It was what he had been thinking about as they sat in silence.

"I know you sort of said so earlier but, it was a little... unclear. Is ethical non-monogamy or something along similar lines something that you want to try?" Sasha asked.

Greg fought against his deeply ingrained knee jerk reaction. Growing up in a strict Morman household had left him very, very little room for experimentation. His first kiss hadn't even been until he was in college, and he didn't sleep with a woman until he was a sophomore, after he had finally given up his lifelong religion.

He had to fight through so much guilt and shame just to get that far and even after he'd finally had sex, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom so he could cry. Fucking cry! The feelings of guilt and shame over what he had just done had been overwhelming.

People had talked about leaving their respective faiths like it was some kind of cake walk, but for him it had been like pulling out all his bones and still trying to function. His foundation was gone, and he was aimless. Which could have led to much more dangerous experimentation but for Greg it had led to the theatre and finally finding people he felt loved and supported by.

When he had finally moved past his guilt and shame, he had one other relationship before dating Sasha and ultimately marrying her. They had married right out of college leaving no time for further sexual shenanigans.

If he was honest, he had been mourning this loss recently, especially when he would hear about people like Jasper who had just done what felt good to him in the moment. It didn't seem fair that it had taken him into his forties to realize these things.

"Yes," he whispered. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, yes. It is something I want to try."

Greg couldn't bring his eyes to Sasha even though she rubbed his thigh lovingly.

"OK, hon. We can talk about how that will look for us," Sasha said.

His head snapped towards her.

"Really? Just like that?" he asked.

"What did you expect?" she asked.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "An argument against it. An admonishment, for you to cry or be mad," he said.

"Honey, I love you. I want you to be happy. You've seemed a little distant since you and Aaron started talking again," Sasha said.

"We've just been talking about shit we missed because we were so... fucking afraid," Greg said.

Sasha squeezed his thigh again.

"We'll talk it through, OK?" Sasha said. Greg let out a long sigh. "Should we get some lunch?"

"Yeah," Greg said quickly. "We'll stop at the next fast-food joint."

"Perfect," Sasha said with a smile.

~~

Two hours later the couple pulled up to the biggest, most extravagant house they had ever seen. The pictures had not done it justice.

"Holy shit, I don't want to know how much Aaron is paying on this per night," Greg said as he pulled into the driveway behind a white SUV with California plates.

They grabbed their bags from the trunk, went to the front door and rang the doorbell. The gorgeous red head from the photo Jasper sent opened the door. She had beers and hard seltzers clutched to her chest.

"Hi!!" she squealed, a huge grin splashed across her face. "I'm Madison! You must be Sasha and Greg."

She looked from one to the other.

"Yeah, hi! So great to meet you!" Sasha said. "Can I help you with those?"

Sasha shouldered her bag and started to reach for the beverages.

"Oh my god, no! Please come in, come in!" She stood to one side holding the door open wider. "JASSY! They're here!"

They heard a shout of excitement echoing through the huge corridors of the house and Jasper came jogging carefully over the tiled floors, trying not to slip.

"Sash!" he shouted holding his arms wide.

Sasha's eyes widened at his muscled chest and arms. He had said he'd been going to the gym at least three times a week with Aaron and Fred, but she was not prepared for how toned he looked. He maintained his slim frame but damn those muscles. Sasha squeezed him into a tight hug. Seeing him in person again cemented just how much she had missed her friend.

"Greg! It's so great to see you!"

Jasper hugged Greg as well.

"Jasper, you look great!" Greg said.

"We keep him in shape," Aaron said as he entered the foyer.

The hot guy from Jasper's photo followed behind him wearing a small smile. Greg could tell immediately that this guy was not shy and hoped he wasn't a huge douche. He had a face that said he could go either way. He would either be charming or an asshole. Aaron pulled Greg into a hug, which he returned.

"This is my husband Fred," Aaron said as he stepped aside, going to hug Sasha.

Fred stuck his hand out.

"Great to meet you, Greg, Sasha," Fred smiled warmly. "I've heard so much about you both. It's really nice to meet you in person!"

Charming then, Greg thought. Sasha's face flushed and Greg thought quickly about their chat over lunch.

They had agreed to try opening things up. But they wanted to take things slow, Sasha wasn't even sure if she would step out (as she put it). She had been experimental in high school and college and didn't feel like she had any unsown wild oats. But she would support whatever Greg wanted to do, as long as love wasn't a factor. If it stayed a sex thing, she wouldn't be bothered.

Greg had wondered aloud if this week with their old (and new) friends would be a good time to start the experimentation he wanted. But Sasha had raised her eyebrows reminding him not to jump into the deep end too quickly. Maybe he could stick his toe in.

"How was the drive?" Aaron asked.

He pulled Sasha's bag from her shoulder and Fred started to reach towards Greg's.

"It wasn't too bad. You don't have to do that," Greg said to Fred as he shouldered his bag.

"It's no problem. We'll show you where your room is. You're across the hall from us," he said with a grin.

"Good luck with that," Madison said with a chuckle.

Sasha glanced at her as Jasper elbowed her with a sly grin.

"Fuck off Mads," Fred said with a smile. "We're not that bad."

"OK, sure," she said. "I was the one who was next to your hotel room after the wedding."

"That's different! It was our wedding night! Jesus! We were sharing a wall," Aaron protested. "Honestly, we'll keep it down."

Sasha chuckled a little and followed them up the ornate staircase.

"Please don't hold back on our account," Sasha said.

"Oh! Alright then," Fred said. "We'll be a little extra for ya."

He winked at Sasha and she felt her face flush.

"OK, here you are," Aaron said walking into a huge room with a gigantic lovely looking bed. "Take your time, no rush. We're eating in tonight. Fred's doing BBQ, so we can just relax this afternoon and eat whenever we feel like it. If you need a nap or something totally fine! Do what you gotta do! We're out by the pool, come down whenever you're ready."

"Thanks so much Aaron. Fred, you're too sweet for carrying our stuff up. We'll be down in a bit," Sasha said as Greg stretched his back.

"Sure thing, see you soon!"

Aaron and Fred closed the bedroom door behind them and chattered as they walked downstairs.

The couple blew out a breath, and Sasha smiled widely at Greg. Then she grabbed her bag and flung it on to the bed to unpack her things.

"Fred's nice," Greg said watching Sasha unpack.

"Yeah, so is Madison. She's loud huh?" Sasha grinned.

"Yeah," Greg said.

He rubbed the back of his neck before grabbing his suitcase and following Sasha's lead. He unpacked for a while, then cleared his throat.

"They're both..." he paused. "They're both really cute."

Sasha eyed Greg for a minute.

"Yeah," she said slowly. "Although, for Fred I think that's a bit of an understatement. Being around him since childhood?" She blew out a breath. "I'm surprised it took so long for Aaron to come out."

"Heh, yeah," Greg said.

"Greg?" Sasha said as she slid her now empty bag under the bed.

"Yeah, Sash?"

He looked up at her.

"Remember what we said at lunch. Absolute honesty, no sneakiness. If you want to do this open thing, you have to get over the awkwardness and just talk to me. I won't bite your head off," Sasha said as gently as she could.

"I know, yeah. It's... hard," Greg said, face flushing.

"I know it is hon. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But you can if you want. You just have to be able to talk about it," Sasha said.

Greg paused and thought.

"I don't want to... offend anyone. We're here for a week. What if I say something and they think I'm a fucking freak or that I'm going behind your back?"

Greg pushed his suitcase under the huge bed as well. Sasha laughed and Greg scowled at her.

"No, hon, I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because if there's any group of people who won't be offended it's this one. I mean I don't know Fred and Madison. But Fred had a threesome with Jasper and Madison said she wanted to watch so..." Sasha said with a shrug.

She turned to the dresser she'd just put her clothes in and pulled out the bikini bottoms that matched the top she wore. Greg looked down at the bed and grinned a little.

"Yeah, I guess so," he admitted. He pulled some swim trunks from the dresser as well. "Should I, like, mention it to people and see what they say?"

"It's up to you hon. I will be there to support you if you want, or you can do it on your own. Tell Aaron or Jas if you want to or just let it come up naturally," Sasha said as she stripped off her shorts and underwear.

Greg watched her as she changed, pulling his own shirt over his head.

"How does something like that come up naturally?" Greg asked.

Sasha grinned as she pulled on her bikini bottoms.

"You'd be surprised," Sasha said, draping a sheer swimsuit coverup over her head.

She watched Greg as he changed to his swim trunks.

"Do you want to go down?" she asked. Greg sighed and nodded. "Are you sure, we can rest a while if you want."

"No, let's go down. Maybe a beer will help," Greg said.

He plastered on a smile. Sasha stepped close to him; her warm skin pressed to his. Her hand cupped his cheek for a moment.

"I love you, Greg. You know you don't have to pretend with these people. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. And if you do want to do something you know these people, I won't shame you for it," she said.

Greg cradled Sasha's face in both hands and kissed her lips.

"I love you Sasha," he said.

~~

They went downstairs and spent the better part of two hours by the pool. Greg had wiped the fake plastered smile off his face and nursed beers mostly listening to everyone chatting around him. Aaron kept shooting him looks but Greg didn't really acknowledge them.

After he grabbed his fourth beer from the fridge he went outside and lay back in a lounger a little farther from everyone. Fred had followed him into the kitchen to start getting things ready for their BBQ. Sasha and Jasper had wandered inside to help him. Madison lay on a floaty in the pool, humming along with the music coming over the outdoor speakers, sipping a hard seltzer. Aaron had been sitting on the side of the pool chatting with Madison, but they had fallen into a comfortable silence. He splashed a little water towards her, and she giggled putting up her hands admonishing him. He stood and made his way to the lounger next to Greg.

"Hey Greg," Aaron said. "Can I sit with you?"

"Sure, Aaron," Greg said.

He didn't usually drink much so his head was starting to feel a little buzzy from the fancy beers Jasper had bought from a local brewery.

"It's so great to see you and Sash," Aaron said settling back in the lounger.

"Yeah, you guys too," Greg said. "It's really great to actually meet Madison and Fred."

Aaron nodded. They went through a few more pleasantries before Aaron paused again looking out over the pool where Madison floated contentedly.

"Are you... You doing OK Greg? It's just you seem a little quiet," Aaron said slowly.

Greg breathed out a long sigh and picked at the label on his beer.

"Yeah, I'm OK," Greg said.

"Just the long drive or..." Aaron trailed off allowing Greg to fill in the blank at his leisure.

"I just... you know all the stuff we've been talking about recently? Your anxiety, my guilt and shame and how those things held us back for so long from embracing life or whatever?"

Greg suddenly felt stupid. This wasn't what the weekend was for, right? It was for partying together, reconnecting, not deep introspection, and propositioning your friends and their partners.

"Yeah, I remember," Aaron said, still giving adequate space so Greg could open up if he needed to.

"I brought it up with Sasha on the way here," Greg said. "Some stuff I didn't talk about in depth with you... some sexual stuff."

He ended very quietly. If Aaron hadn't been listening intently, he might not have heard him at all.

"Are you guys OK? I thought things had gotten better since Sasha confronted you that time," Aaron said gently.

"Yeah, we're good Aaron, don't worry. It's not Sasha, she's fine. It's me," Greg said.

"What's you?" Aaron pressed carefully.

"It's just, well... fuck. It's complicated or it isn't it just feels that way to me, because I still can't get past my goddamn shame spirals," Greg spat.

He took a swig from his beer.

"It's OK man, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Aaron said. "If you're not there yet."

Greg sighed.

"I think I am, I just need to get out of my head about it," Greg said quietly pulling more at the beers label.

Aaron nodded, he knew that feeling well.

"We opened our relationship," Greg said, very quietly again.

Aaron raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah, we talked about it on the way here," Greg said.

"Oh!" Aaron said, his surprise showing. "This is really recent. No wonder you're so..."

He gestured vaguely at Greg. Greg laughed a little.

"Yeah, I guess," Greg said.

"So... I mean, was it you or Sasha? That brought up opening the relationship?" Aaron asked.

He wanted to ask if Greg was OK with being open but that would assume that it was Sasha who asked for it and to be honest, he really couldn't see either of them doing that.

"It was me," Greg said.

Aaron nodded again, although he couldn't stop his eyebrows raising even further in surprise. Greg glanced at him and Aaron tried to school his face.

"No, I know, it's... weird," Greg said.

"No, it's not weird!" Aaron insisted. His cheeks reddened. "I told you about, uhm Jasper, Fred and me. I think I'm just surprised it was you."

Greg held Aaron's gaze as he sputtered through his explanation.

"Really? I mean we've talked about all the stuff we've missed out on because of our fears, and for me my upbringing. I guess I felt a little jealous of all the experimentation you and Jasper got to do. You know Sasha is like only the third person I've had sex with."

Greg looked back down at his beer.

"Yeah, but Greg, you know that's OK right? If you guys are happy, both feeling fulfilled by the relationship, your body count or whatever doesn't fucking matter," Aaron said. "I mean Fred is the first guy I ever blew; the first guy I did a lot of stuff with."

"Yeah, OK," Greg said, not looking up at Aaron.

"On the other hand," Aaron said. Greg looked up. "If experimenting is something you want to do or need to do and if Sasha is fine with it, that's OK too. I just... I just think your priorities should be about discovering yourself, making you the best you can be and not about you know, making your 'who I've fucked' list longer."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Greg said nodding.

"Either way, you have my support man," Aaron said.

"Thanks Aaron," Greg said with a small smile.

They each took a small sip of their beer as Fred and Sasha came out of the house with a huge platter of meat.

"Man, that's a nice spread of meat," Greg said.

"Yeah, and the BBQ looks pretty decent too," Aaron joked.

Greg laughed loud and long. Sasha turned to the sound and a wave of relief flowed through her. It was his first genuine sound of joy he'd made since lunch.

"Nice," Greg muttered.

"So," Aaron leaned forward. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but... were you guys hoping to hook up with... you know... some of us this week?"

Greg's smile turned sheepish and his face blazed red.

"I -- I dunno. I hadn't thought too hard about it. I mean Fred's... I'm not generally attracted to guys, but damn man," Greg said.

Aaron laughed.

"Yeah, he's hot. I might be biased though," Aaron said biting his lip.

"No, you're not actually."

Greg sipped from his beer.

"I will tell you though, Fred and I aren't in an open relationship. It was just a thing we did with Jasper."

Aaron looked pained for a minute, but Greg shook his head.

"No, that's... I wasn't trying to... I don't want to... I was just saying he was hot," Greg said, his face blazing again.

Aaron laughed and patted his shoulder.

"OK, OK, I misunderstood. I'm glad you weren't hoping for... well, I'll just say Fred isn't great for... a 'beginner', I guess? He can be... intense."

Aaron stared over at his husband, running the mouth of the beer bottle over his lip.

"I guess we'll hear later," Greg said casually.

Aaron's cheeks pinked and he rolled his eyes.

"Fucking Madison," Aaron said.

Greg chuckled as Jasper jumped into the pool splashing Madison with water. She squealed loudly and slid off her floaty swimming towards him, hard seltzer held above the water.

"Well, I have an idea if you're open to hearing it," Aaron said.

"Sure," Greg said taking another pull from his rapidly emptying bottle.

"Maybe you could just start by having sex in the same room as another couple. Like I said, probably not best to start with Fred and me, but I bet Jasper and Madison might be into it," Aaron said.

"Jasper and Sash dated wouldn't that be weird?" Greg asked.

"That's something you'd have to ask them, and Madison of course. Fred knew about my and Jasper's history and he was cool with having sex with Jas as long as we stuck to some rules," Aaron said with a shrug.

"It's so funny, because everyone, myself included until very recently, just assume that people who are polyamorous or in open relationships were just throwing their stuff around with no regard for anything, and really there's so much to figure out. There are so many boundaries and rules and communication. It's not as easy as just stripping down and getting your dick wet," Greg said.

Aaron nodded while he spoke.

"Yep. People who don't get it like to make a lot of assumptions about what it's like but have never had any experience with it at all. It's hard to make shifts like this though. As you exhibited this afternoon," Aaron said with a wink.

"Yeah," Greg said with a smile. "Thanks Aaron. I mean I talked through a lot of this with Sash and that was great and necessary. But it was nice to talk to you about it and not have you immediately call me a slutty pervert."

"Oh please!" Aaron said. "We're all slutty perverts here. But we're respectful slutty perverts."

Greg laughed again and held up his beer bottle to Aaron.

"I'll take it," he said.

Thank you for reading! If you liked this story and want to know what happens next, look for part 2 in the group sex category. A little foreshadowing there for you! :) Thanks again for reading! xoxoxo, JS