The Jenna Arrangement Pt. 30

"Happy birthday, Tommy!"

Groggy as I was, I couldn't help but smile as Jenna and Trish entered the bedroom. Jenna carried a serving tray with a plate of bacon and eggs, while Trish held a mug of fresh brewed coffee.

Even more invigorating than the delicious smell of java were the outfits my two young lovers were wearing.

Jenna wore an adorably sexy top that I can only describe as some type of cropped babydoll - bra hybrid. The diaphanous white fabric perfectly conformed to her pert breasts, trimmed underneath the cups by a lacy white skirt with frilled pink edging. Her boy short style bottoms were just as see through, leaving little to the imagination.

Trish looked stunning as well in her navy blue teddy, the swoop neck open all the way to the naval. Delicate lace framed the edge, highlighting her ample cleavage.

Jenna moved to one side of the bed, carefully placing the tray of food over my lap. Trish approached from the other side to hand me the coffee. "Cream, two sugars, just as you like it."

"Aw, you remembered." It was actually cream, one and a half sugars, but I wasn't about to get nit picky over it. Especially since I was getting a very intimate view of her luscious breasts as she leaned over to proffer the mug.

As I enjoyed my breakfast, I remarked on just how special this birthday was. I'd "celebrated" my previous one on my own; no friends, no family. I'd initially met Jenna in February of last year. But my birthday falls in April, and I hadn't seen her again until that May.

Since then, though, we'd spent as much time together as two people could, given our situations. And had some truly memorable adventures along the way.

And by the looks of them, the ladies seemed keen on continuing those adventures. Like, immediately. Jenna was already tugging at my pajama shorts.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," I laughed as my quickly swelling cock sprung free, "but I just finished eating! Maybe we need to wait a bit, let me digest."

"Oh relax, cowboy," Jenna chided playfully. "That's just for swimming. And besides, for our first gift of the day, you don't have to do anything besides lay back and enjoy."

There was certainly no further argument from me as the girls climbed on to the bed and began smothering me in kisses, kisses that quickly worked their way down my body, their intended target now fully engorged and twitching in anticipation of their arrival.

Soon enough, lips found my hot, hard flesh, joined quickly by tongues, dancing along the length of my shaft, fluttering and swirling over the head.

Raising my head from the pillow, the view was breathtaking: Two adorable, happy, smiling faces, ravishing my cock with zeal. Two pairs of eyes, Jenna's emerald green, Trish's deep brown, gazing up at me with love and lust. It was enough to make an atheist feel he'd died and gone to Heaven.

It was also almost too much. "Ladies, if you're looking for more, you'd better slow down. You got me right on the edge here!"

Jenna pulled her mouth from my cock and flashed me her trademark grin. "Oh, really? I know just what'll push you over, then."

In a flash, she was moving, her lithe body repositioning over me to straddle my face Reverse Cowgirl style. Her pussy was clearly visible through the transparent shorts; pink and puffy and very wet with her arousal.

Jenna lowered her ass and I buried my nose in her, breathing in her scent. With a yank, I pulled the loose fitting cloth aside and plunged my tongue deep inside.

Jenna squealed with delight before leaning down to Trish, who was currently bestowing her vaunted deep throat skills upon me. My cock was now a time bomb, ticking away the final moments before the inevitable explosion.

Sensing I was close, Trish pulled off. Grabbing my spit slicked shaft, she pointed it towards Jenna, who took the head between her lips, applying suction while Trish stroked.

I quickly lost control, almost bucking Jenna off me as I writhed beneath her. She somehow managed to hang on, keeping her lips tight around me as I erupted multiple blasts into her mouth.

My body continued to quake uncontrollably even as Jenna finally released me. When she and Trish moved to lay beside me, I simply held them tight, sharing soft, intimate kisses.

When at last I regained the ability for rational thought, I broke the silence. "Ladies, thank you. So, so much. That was truly incredible."

"You're welcome," they replied in tandem.

"Maybe after a little break, we can continue this," Jenna offered. "Plus, second surprise, I also have dinner reservations for us later tonight. That steak house you kept saying you wanted to check out. I'll finally get to wear that black dress you bought me for my birthday!"

"Are you sure?" I couldn't help but ask. "That place is... a little pricey."

"Yes, I'm sure," Jenna said firmly. "Now stop being a cheap bastard. Besides, Trish and I are paying for it, not you."

"Fine." I knew better to argue with her, especially when she had that look in her eye.

Sitting up, I positioned myself on my knees at their feet and looked down at my two lovely, scantily clad beauties, laying so comfortably together.

"Well, looks like we have some time to kill before our dinner date then," I grinned at them. "In the meantime, I'm in the mood for a snack."

Taking the knees of each girl, I parted their legs.

"Now... who wants to go first?"

***

Dinner was amazing; the company, even better. We turned quite a few heads as we made our way to the table. Well, it was more likely the girls drawing the attention than me. But one of my favorite things about going out in public with Jenna and Trish was the stares we'd get from horny, jealous guys and curious women who were probably wondering just what these beautiful young ladies saw in me.

By the time we'd returned home, we were all more than a little stuffed. Stripping out of our dress clothes, we collapsed to the bed; me in just my boxers, Jenna and Trish in tee shirts and panties.

As sexy as the situation was, the three of us were exhausted, having spent most of the morning and afternoon fucking each other's brains out. So instead we just snuggled, enjoying the quiet intimacy.

Quiet, that is, until Jenna burped. "Oops," she giggled. "Pardon me."

"That's it, we're breaking up," I smirked, with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh, REALLY?" Jenna tried her best to look angry, but I was now much better at being able to tell when she was just playing. "Well, then. Guess it'll just be me and Trish from now on, right Trish?"

Trish suddenly looked sad. "Um, speaking of that, I suppose now is as good a time as any to talk to you guys."

"What's wrong?" Jenna asked, concerned.

"Nothing," said Trish, her eyes welling up. "Nothing is 'wrong' per se, just... okay fuck it, just out with it I suppose. I met someone."

I'm not sure who was more surprised, me or Jenna.

"Really? Jenna gasped. "That's... well, isn't that a GOOD thing? A good thing that you didn't even tell your bestie in the whole world about already, but still... When? Where? Who...?"

"Jenna, slow down," I cautioned. "Let her talk."

"Oh. Right. Sorry, Trish."

Trish managed a smile despite her otherwise glum appearance. "It's okay. And I'm sorry for not bringing this up earlier. But I wanted to wait until... Well, I'm not even sure, honestly. But I guess until I was sure it could go somewhere."

"Go somewhere?" Jenna looked awestruck. "You mean like, get serious? You're already serious about this guy?"

"Yes. No. I don't know!" Trish looked flustered. "I just know I like him. A lot. There was a spark. And I'm pretty sure he felt it too. So far it's just been lunches in the cafeteria and a couple of coffee dates. But we're going out officially next weekend. To a party. Not some drunken frat party, but a get together at his place, a mix of his friends and family. They're having a barbecue and he actually wants me to meet everyone and..."

Trish could no longer contain her emotions, simultaneously laughing and crying. "No guy I've ever dated has wanted me to hang out with his friends, let alone meet his family! And we haven't even, you know... well, okay, some heavy kissing, but..."

"But, isn't that a good thing?" I asked. "It sounds like things are going well. So why are you upset?"

Trish seemed unable to look either of us in the eye. "Because if things do get serious, it means I'd have to... to end things with you two."

"Ah," Jenna nodded. "I can see how things could get... complicated there. But hey, don't feel bad about it. Just go with your heart. Tommy and I will understand, whatever you choose."

Taking my hand, Jenna turned to me for confirmation. "Right?"

"Of course," I agreed. "Look, Trish, I'm not gonna lie and say we won't miss sharing our bed with you, but it won't mean we can't all stay friends. Jenna and I just want you to be happy. Whatever you feel you need to do, we're here for you and support your decision."

"Thank you, both of you." Trish looked relieved. "I was really just afraid of hurting you guys. I love you both, very much. But if I'm being honest, I still sometimes feel like a third wheel. I mean, no offense, Tommy, I know you do your best, but it's plainly obvious who you have deeper feelings for, and it's not me. And that's fine, I knew that going into this. But I kinda feel like I need my own thing, someone who puts me first in the relationship, ya know?"

"Hey, you don't have to explain yourself to me," I told her. "I'm happy you may have found someone who gives you what I can't. And I hope it works out, I hope you find happiness with him."

Trish fell into our arms and we embraced in a group hug. "I love you guys," said Trish. "Thanks again for being so understanding and supportive. And hey, it's still very early in this relationship; I have no idea if it'll truly work out. I just know I want to give it a chance. And to do that, I need to focus on building it with him, not splitting my attention... and my affections. If that makes any sense."

"Makes perfect sense to me," Jenna assured her. "But I do have one more question. Well no, way more than one. But let's start with... What's his NAME?"

Trish couldn't help but laugh. "Miguel. His name is Miguel. We met on campus. It's a funny story, actually..."

As Trish spoke of him, Jenna constantly prodding her for more details, I could see it in her eyes. She was definitely smitten.

While part of me was sad that I'd likely no longer be intimate with Trish, I was mostly happy that she'd found someone, and wished her all the best with it.

***

The next morning, Trish was up and out early. Now that she'd fully opened up to us about her new boyfriend, she'd decided to call him and meet for breakfast.

That left Jenna and I alone to sleep in and cuddle.

"Guess it's just you and me again, cowboy." Jenna's breath was warm on my neck as she spoke. "Disappointed?"

"Not at all," I answered firmly. "You've always been more than enough for me, Jenna. Sure, I really care for Trish, and she was certainly a wonderful bonus to our relationship, but you're the one I fell in love with, the one person I truly want to be with."

"Mmmm," Jenna purred, "that's the kinda sweet talk that'll get you some morning sex."

With a giggle, her nude body moved over mine, and we became one. It was astounding to me that, after not quite a year together, we still felt so connected, so in tune when we made love. Every time entering her felt like the first time. And every orgasm? The best I'd ever had.

During an interlude, Jenna was again snuggled beside me. Lifting herself up on an elbow, she looked down at me with those brilliant green eyes. "So I was gonna bring this up last night before we got sidetracked by Trish's big announcement. After that, I figured it'd be better to wait."

"What's on your mind, darlin'?"

"Well, I've been thinking a lot about something we discussed a long time ago and decided I'd be interested in trying it."

"Butt stuff? Finally?" I quipped.

Laughing, Jenna smacked my chest playfully. "No, you jerk! I meant the swinger's club. You remember? We talked about going sometime, watching other people fuck..."

Her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she finished. "... letting people watch US fuck."

My cock, which had been resting comfortably at half mast during our little break in the action, was already starting to swell. "You're serious?"

"Yes," she nodded. "But right up front, I'm not looking to fuck any other guys. We can talk about you, what your options are, but..."

"Jenna, stop." Sitting up against the headboard, I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. "Listen, I'm not interested in going there to have sex with strange women. You're the only woman I want to be with, Jenna."

"And Trish if she decided to rejoin us," Jenna interjected playfully.

"Okay, fine," I chuckled. "And Trish. But seriously, Jenna, if we decide to do this, we'll need to discuss boundaries, what we are comfortable with, and what we're not. But please understand: I'm not interested in hooking up with a stranger. If WE ever decided to bring another person into our bed again, it would have to to someone we both cared about and trusted."

Jenna let out a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad you said that. I know we've had our fun playing here and there, teasing others, and of course sharing Trish. But she was a special exception. Someone we both, as you say, trust and care about. Someone we love."

"So we're in agreement there," I said. "That doesn't mean we can't have fun, interact with others. But again, how far we can go should be established before we set foot in the door. That said, my biggest fantasy when it came to taking you to a swinger's club was showing you off, making other men jealous of the beautiful young woman I was with. Having them want you, but not being able to have you."

I moved up and over her, positioning myself between her open, inviting legs. "I want them to watch while I fuck you, watch as I make you moan and squeal, wishing it was their cock making you scream, not mine."

Jenna pulled me to her, guiding me in. "Ohhhh, fuck yes! I'd be your little sex toy, your plaything, your slut! But only for you, Daddy!"

Her lips found my ear, her teeth nibbling at my lobe. "I'll be your love's whore."

***

Later... much later... we found ourselves at my kitchen table, eating a long delayed, much needed breakfast. As we ate, we discussed the more practical details of our excursion.

A quick Google search revealed the club I had heard about many years ago was indeed still open and thriving. Since it wasn't very far, just over the bridge into the city, we decided taking an Uber was our best option. Although Jenna was still a few months away from being able to drink legally, she occasionally enjoyed smoking a little weed, especially if she wanted to relax and loosen up a little.

And while I wasn't a big drinker or smoker, I might want to indulge a little myself, although of course I'd need to be cautious, lest it affect my... performance.

Now that we'd finally agreed on the idea, we were very excited, and decided not to put it off any longer. A quick comparison of our calendars showed we were both free the coming Saturday night, and so I immediately purchased the tickets.

Jenna was only slightly miffed. "Hey! I was supposed to pay! Your birthday, remember?"

"Ah, come on," I laughed, "it's not like they were that expensive. But tell ya what; you pay for the Uber, then."

"Deal." Jenna practically squealed with excitement. "I can't believe we're actually doing this! I'm gonna go shopping this week, find something special for the occasion."

***

The week dragged by, as time tends to do when you have something exciting coming up.

Jenna spent Friday night at my place, and while we'd at first made a big show about "saving our energy" for the following evening, that pretense quickly fell by the wayside when we crawled into bed, attempting to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning was only slightly less difficult for us to keep our hands off each other. But while we'd engaged in our usual morning snuggles and even showered together, we both agreed to save our stamina for the club.

As we prepared for the evening, we again spent a lot of time discussing both our boundaries, and what we each were hoping to get from the experience.

I found it comforting to realize we were very much in agreement, and that neither of us had any reservations. We trusted each other implicitly and knew that if there was ever any jealousy or discomfort, that we could talk about it and work through it together.

Finally, it was time to get ready. There was no real dress code for the place, especially since many eventually wound up naked anyway. Still, Jenna and I had decided that, at least initially, we'd dress to impress.

Jenna had bought something she planned on changing into, something she wanted to reveal as a surprise later. But still, she needed something to wear there, and went with the form fitting red dress she'd picked out last year for the Girls Night party with her friends. She looked stunning in it, especially with her hair and makeup done. And of course there were matching shoes she half jokingly referred to as her Fuck Me Pumps.

I cleaned up pretty well myself, freshly shaved and having gotten a haircut earlier in the week. Jenna had helped pick my outfit; A lightweight black blazer over a form fitting red tee-shirt that matched her dress perfectly. Freshly pressed blue jeans and a pair of knitted Oxford dress shoes completed the ensemble.

Giving myself a look over in the mirror, I was, for a rare change, pleased with what I saw. I'd been keeping up with my routine at the gym, and also been eating healthier, thanks mostly to Jenna. While I still wasn't in perfect shape, I'd certainly managed to lose a few pounds and tone myself up enough that I might even be able to take my shirt off and not feel self-conscious.

Having had two college age lovers had certainly boosted my self esteem, but I'd always still have insecurities about my looks.

Not tonight though, I promised myself. Tonight, I was a fucking rock star.

Jenna agreed. "There's my handsome stud." Her arms enveloped my waist as she came up behind me. I was too tall for her to look over my shoulder, so instead, almost comically, she popped her head around my right shoulder to take a better look at me in the mirror. "Damn, but you look good. I'm gonna have to beat all those MILFs and Cougars off with a stick!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Ah, so you're saying it's only the older women there you're worried about?"

Jenna held me tighter, her hand moving between my legs as she responded. "Older, younger, doesn't matter. They're all gonna want you. Want this. But they gotta go through me first."

I turned to face her, putting my arms around her as well. "Why Miss Sinclair, is that jealousy I hear? And while I appreciate the compliment, the truth is it's gonna be me having to fight off every horny guy in the place trying to get to you, darlin'."

Jenna blushed but smiled. "Don't you worry, they can look, but can't touch. And I have an idea that'll send exactly that message."

"Oh really? And what exactly did you have in mind?"

Jenna leaned up on her toes and kissed me. "You'll see."

I considered pressing the question, but decided to let her have her secrets for now.

***

The Purple Orchid Club was already filling up as we arrived, but the line moved quickly enough.

We were required to check our phones at the entrance, and there was a quick inspection of Jenna's clothing bag as well as her I. D. They checked mine as well, more of a formality really, then put an ink stamp on my hand that I would show the bartender to verify I was old enough to drink. Like that really might be in doubt.

From there, we headed to the bar to check the small bottle of rum I'd brought. I could already see Jenna receiving many appreciative looks as we moved through the room. Her wide, confident smile told me she'd noticed the attention too, and was enjoying it.

We were greeted by a topless bartender who could have been Jenna's much older sister, although she was taller, and with a fuller figure.

Introducing herself as Annie, she took my bottle and handed me a numbered claim chip. "Y'all are new here, aren't ya? I can always spot the newbs," she ventured in a surprising Southern lilt. "Well, if either of ya'll have any questions, feel free to ask."

She then quickly turned her attention to Jenna. "Sugar, that dress is stunning on you! They're gonna be drawn to you like flies to honey lookin' like that, believe me. But don't you worry your pretty ginger head none. We run a respectable, respectful joint here. But if someone won't take 'No' for an answer, you just go find any one of those big, burly men in the black shirts that say 'Security,' 'kay?"

"I appreciate that, thank you," said Jenna.

As we moved away from the bar to explore the rest of the club, Jenna took my arm. "God, she had amazing tits. I only wish mine were as nice as hers!"

"Did she?" I deadpanned. "Hadn't noticed."

Jenna pinched my side. "Liar."

The main hall consisted of a huge dance floor, complete with a disco ball and two platforms at the left and right corners, each with a stripper pole. Several women were already dancing on them, grinding away to the music pumping from the overhead speakers. The DJ booth sat between the two poles, also elevated, giving him a great view of the crowd.

While there wasn't any blatant sex happening just yet, things were already heating up on the dance floor. It was tough to tell who was with who by the way everyone was moving around, sharing a moment with one dance partner, then another.

Many of the women were adorned much like Jenna in a variety of dresses, some quite revealing. Others, especially the younger women, were dressed far more casually; Yoga pants, booty shorts, tank tops, etc. Many were obviously braless, and as I watched, one young woman in particular pulled her spandex halter top down, freeing what appeared to be very firm yet natural breasts.

"Wanna dance?" I asked Jenna.

"Not just yet, let's check out the rest of the place first."

Taking her hand, we moved into the adjoining hall. Here, the lights were dimmer and while we could still hear the music, it was quiet enough to be able to hold a conversation without yelling. Many couples were gathered here, scattered around on the various couches and chairs, doing exactly that; engaging with others, probably feeling out who they might be interested in playing with later.

We'd barely had time to take the room in before we were ourselves approached by a couple. They appeared older, perhaps close to my age. They were nice enough, but neither were our type, even if we were actually looking to swing. And so after a little chit chat, we politely excused ourselves and moved on.

"Guess we'll have to get used to that, huh?" Jenna mused.

"Told ya they'd be drawn to you."

Making our way through the room, we noticed several mattresses laid out in the middle of the floor, along with bins, filled with clean towels, wash cloths and mattress sheets. There were also little end tables beside the couches, stocked with baby wipes, bottles of lubricant and boxes of condoms. Seems the place was well prepared.

Moving towards the back of the room, we spotted the signs for the restrooms and lockers off to the right. Jenna popped into the ladies locker room to store her carry bag for the time being.

From there we decided to explore a hallway that branched off from the left side and discovered the private room section. They were small, individually sectioned off, with windows that could be covered by curtains if you preferred privacy, or left open if you wanted a viewing audience.

"This is interesting," Jenna commented. "This place has all kinds of options."

At the end of the hall there was a small group of people gathered by one of the windows, watching whatever must be happening on the other side. Curious, Jenna and I joined them and managed to get a position close enough to see inside.

Two women, both naked, were dancing together, kissing and fondling and putting on a sexy and playful show.

"Fuck, they're brave," Jenna breathed heavily. "That's so fucking hot."

It was almost as if the two had heard her, or at least the shorter one had, because she chose that moment to break from kissing her partner to look out at their audience. When she spotted Jenna, she gestured to the other, slightly older looking woman, who turned to see what had apparently excited her petite blonde lover.

Jenna looked up at me, slightly confused. "What...?"

She didn't have time to finish her question, as the door to the room suddenly flew open and the young woman took Jenna by the hand. With a gentle tug, she pulled Jenna into the room and closed the door.

Jenna looked out at me through the glass, her face almost as red as her dress, as the two nude women sandwiched her between them and started to dance.

The older one leaned in from behind and spoke in Jenna's ear. I couldn't hear what she said, or Jenna's response, but it seemed they'd come to some understanding, as Jenna turned again to face me with an embarrassed yet excited grin and a questioning look in her eyes.

Not exactly sure what was about to happen, but trusting Jenna implicitly, I simply shrugged and nodded. "Go for it," I mouthed silently.

The women started dancing again, Jenna now moving with them, following their lead. The younger blonde spun around and took Jenna's hands, guiding them to her bare hips as she bounced and twerked her stunning round bubble butt up against Jenna.

The older chestnut blonde placed her hands on Jenna's shoulders, rubbing softly, then slowly, teasingly, pulled the spaghetti straps of Jenna's dress down.

Jenna let go of the girl in front long enough to allow the woman behind to pull the straps down and off her arms. The one up front straightened and turned to face Jenna just as her dress slipped free from her breasts.

The woman behind now held Jenna's dress at the bottom and was slowly easing it upwards. I watched, fascinated and more than a little aroused, as Jenna allowed it, moving and gyrating and offering the stunned onlookers a show.

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to discover Jenna wore no panties as her skirt cleared her hips, exposing the side of her bare ass cheek.

Then, without warning, the blonde who'd been in front of Jenna spun them as a group so that Jenna was now blocked from view, and with a quick reach back, yanked the curtains closed.

The show apparently over, I waited by the door for Jenna as the crowd dispersed. She exited the room after a minute, followed by her two new friends. While Jenna had adjusted her dress, the other two ladies were, to my delight, still gloriously naked.

"Hope you didn't mind us commandeering your girlfriend," the older one began. "We were simply having a bit of fun, and she just looked so fucking hot in that dress!"

"Not at all," I said, "that was a sexy little performance you put on."

The younger one laughed. "Thanks. But hang around us long enough, you'll see way more than that!"

"Oh, um..." Jenna seemed suddenly flustered. "We, um, appreciate the offer, but we weren't, um..."

Now it was the older woman's turn to laugh. "Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. She didn't mean it like that. Trust me, we get it. We're exclusive too. We just like to show off, but we're not into hooking up with strangers either."

"Well, not anymore, we're not," the younger one interjected.

"Oh hush, Millie!" After a quick nudge to her companion, the woman turned back to Jenna and me. "Hi. I'm Brenda. My snarky girlfriend here is Millie. Pleased to meet you."

"I'm Tom, this is Jenna. Our pleasure." Despite the nature of the place we were in and their open admittance to their enjoyment of exhibitionism, I did my best not to ogle the women as I shook their hands in turn.

"Well hey, now that we're not complete strangers anymore, you guys wanna join us back at the bar? We both could use a drink, then we're thinking of hitting the dance floor."

I looked at Jenna, trying to gauge her thoughts. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes told me her answer before she spoke it.

"Sure, sounds like fun. But before we do, I wanna go and change. I'm starting to feel... overdressed."

***

The ladies insisted I wait for them at the bar while they went to the locker room. I knew Jenna had picked out something special, but had absolutely no idea what it might look like, or just how risqué she might go.

On any given day Jenna was more than happy and comfortable enough in a tee-shirt and jeans, or a tank top and skirt combo. But whether dressed up or casual, her outfits, while cute, stylish and sexy, were never super revealing. Even the red dress she'd worn here, while accentuating her curves, didn't show an excessive amount of skin.

Jenna did have an ever growing collection of lingerie that she wore for her Only Fans content, as well as for me, of course. But she'd refused to model tonight's outfit, wanting to save the surprise.

And what a surprise it was. My heart leapt in my chest and my jaw dropped as I spotted her making her way through the crowd towards me, our two new friends still nude to either side of her.

Jenna now wore a corset of maroon red vinyl, cinched up the middle with black lacing. Dark, thin shoulder straps held the push up cups in place over her breasts, helping to add some modest cleavage. Around her neck was a studded leather collar; matching bands adorned each wrist.

What I first mistook for a frilly black mini skirt turned out to be a lace fringed garter belt, with adjustable straps that clipped to red thigh high stockings. The pumps she'd worn with her red dress complimented this new outfit just as well. As Jenna strutted confidently in them, the lacy frill around her waist rose and fell with her footsteps, revealing to anyone paying attention that she wore no panties beneath it.

I stood as Jenna approached. She paused just a few feet away, turned and bent over. Her adorable ass was completely unveiled, and I couldn't help but grin as I spotted the words she'd somehow artistically painted on her firm round butt cheeks:

"Look, Don't Touch."

I closed the distance between us as she spun back around, my arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. "Oh my fucking God, darlin', you look incredible!"

Jenna gave me an excited kiss. "Thanks. You don't think it's too much?"

"You're kidding, right? I fucking love it!" To emphasize my point, I slapped her bare ass with both hands.

"Oh, spank me, Daddy," Jenna giggled.

"Oh yes! A spanking, a spanking!" Millie chimed in, quite enthusiastically.

"And after... the oral sex!" Brenda quipped.

Jenna looked very confused as the rest of us laughed, and I made a mental note to add Monty Python to our movie nights.

The ladies grabbed clean towels from a nearby bin and spread them out on the benches before we took our seats at the booth, Jenna and I together on one side, our new friends across from us.

"Sorry we took so long," Jenna said. "Before I got changed, I invited Brenda and Millie to step out on the patio so we could, you know... vape. Kinda wanted to 'loosen up' a little before I put this thing on."

I thought all three of them looked a little glassy eyed. "Hey, no worries. Got myself a drink and just been watching the festivities. The dance floor is really starting to heat up."

The ladies turned as one to check out the scene I'd been observing for the past several minutes. The music was pumping, a great mix of classic and modern hits, and the floor was filled with gyrating bodies in various states of undress.

Both stripper poles were occupied, women of all ages, shapes and sizes taking turns hopping up on the platforms and undulating for the appreciative crowd.

I'd been to strip clubs before, but this was different. There, the girls dance for an all male crowd, who aren't allowed to touch. Here, it was a mix of men and women, looking and touching and being touched quite freely.

We contented ourselves with simply watching the show, Brenda and Millie also getting themselves a drink from the bar. I must admit it was a voyeur's dream to sit across from two beautiful naked women while holding casual conversation with them.

Eventually it became pretty obvious the ladies wanted to go join the party on the dance floor. I hung back for a while, happy for the moment just to watch them.

Jenna had definitely loosened up and was bouncing around with an almost reckless abandon, not appearing the least bit self-conscious about her pussy and ass being on full display. Although compared to the completely naked Brenda and Millie beside her, Jenna looked relatively modest.

Despite the quite prominent bulge in my jeans, I'd been in no hurry to do anything about it. But watching Jenna showing off so confidently was testing my self restraint. As I'd expected, she was drawing the attention of both men and women. Especially as things heated up between her, Brenda and Millie.

Our new friends had again sandwiched Jenna between them, with lots of playful touching and grinding. I couldn't help but wonder what words they'd occasionally exchange between the three of them, but by their regular glances in my direction, I suspected it might be about me.

My suspicions were confirmed when the trio approached the booth I'd been watching from.

"Come on, cowboy." Jenna coaxed me up from my seat. "Time to join the party."

Jenna led me to the center of the dance floor, where I was immediately surrounded by her, Brenda and Millie. Now I was the one feeling overdressed, my cock in full agreement as it struggled in vain to free itself from the confines of my pants.

The ladies weren't helping matters as they took turns grinding up against me. While I maintained certain boundaries with our new friends, no one had any objections to my hands holding their hips as we danced. Or, occasionally, lightly spanking their bare asses as they dry humped me.

Given the atmosphere of the place and the varying states of dress / undress among the other patrons, I didn't think twice when Jenna started unbuttoning my shirt, or rubbing the exposed nipples that had at some point popped out of her corset against my bare chest. Then she was working at the button to my jeans, tugging at the zipper, reaching inside to find and free my raging erection.

For the briefest of moments, I felt concern. While there were plenty of naked and half naked women on the dance floor, I had yet to see any other men with their cocks out.

My anxiety lasted only as long as it took for Jenna to wrap her hand around my shaft and slowly start to stroke. She nestled against me, head on my shoulder, her gorgeous eyes gazing up at me with a mix of love and pure lust.

I couldn't help but kiss her and, for a moment, the crowd around us disappeared, leaving just the two of us. Just my beautiful Jenna, in my arms, her lips working as eagerly as her hand.

And then someone was guiding me backwards and down, into a chair that had magically appeared from nowhere.

Breaking the kiss, I turned my head to see Brenda, a wicked smile on her face.

Before I could even begin to piece together what might be happening, Jenna was on her knees before me, again grasping my cock and guiding it to her open mouth. Millie knelt beside her, pulling Jenna's hair away from her face as my glans slipped between her lips.

Brenda crouched behind me, her voice soft and sensual in my ear. "She's beautiful, isn't she? Just look at her. Look how lovingly, how eagerly she does that. What a gorgeous little cock sucker she is. You're a lucky man."

"Goddamn right I am." Reaching down, I caressed Jenna's face. "Best thing to ever happen to me."

Jenna somehow managed a smile despite having a mouthful.

"I'm sure," said Brenda, "and it's about to get even better." With graceful ease, she swung her leg up and over and then she was straddling me, her neatly trimmed triangle of dark blonde pubes mere inches from my face. "Jenna told me you have a scent fetish," Brenda continued, "So go ahead, hun. Take a nice big whiff."

With that, Brenda moved closer still, until all I could see was her sex; puffy folds capped by her clitoral hood, her swollen pink button poking out quite clearly from beneath.

Her scent was pleasant yet faint, just a hint of it in the air. But as she reached down with a single finger to part her outer labia, her arousal became more obvious, both to my eyes and nose.

My mind was a whirlwind, my body overwhelmed at the plethora of stimulation. I could no longer see Jenna, only feel her warm, wet mouth, her slippery tongue, her soft lips, as she worked her magic.

While I could hear the crowd around us, hear the music pumping, I could no longer see anything but Brenda's hot womanly folds as her fingers danced over them, pleasuring herself. Strands of her juices dripped from her, and I longed to taste them.

As if reading my mind, Brenda plunged two fingers deep inside, pumped them in and out several times, then removed them and placed them to my lips. I lapped at her sticky fingers greedily, savoring the flavor.

It was almost more than I could take. I was right on the edge, unable to decide whether to hold myself back or simply surrender.

Jenna made the choice for me. Pulling off me with a sloppy smack of her lips, she stood and changed places with Brenda, who gave Jenna a light but sensual kiss before stepping aside.

Jenna was shorter than Brenda, and so I had to slouch somewhat to get face level with her wet pussy. Jenna grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed. Unlike with our new friend, I knew I didn't have to restrain myself, and I eagerly plunged my face into her.

Jenna moaned loudly as my tongue delved deep, lapping and licking, her taste as divine as always, driving me to animal levels of lust. I couldn't get enough.

Neither could Jenna. "Oh, fuck Daddy! You do that so good." Her hips thrust urgently, coating my nose, lips and chin in her with her juices. "Don't, stop, Daddy! Please don't stop! I'm so close, Daddy, please!"

And so I kept going, ignoring the ache in my jaw and the pain of Jenna pulling at my hair. My hands moved to her ass to help support her as her knees buckled and her body writhed in orgasmic bliss. Her squeals of ecstasy blended harmoniously with the primal thump of the bass pumping from the DJ's subwoofers.

With a final gasp, Jenna pulled my head from between her legs and sat down on my lap with an exhausted sigh. Our lips met, the scent and taste of her strong between us as we kissed.

Coming up for air, I finally took a moment to register the scene. At least part of the crowd had gathered around us, obviously watching the show we'd just put on. While earlier I'd noticed no fully exposed men, there were now several; some jerking themselves, others being stroked or sucked by their partners.

There were also at least a few women masturbating, including Brenda and Millie, who were holding each other close, their hands busy between each other's legs.

Turning back to Jenna, our eyes met, and a moment of silent understanding passed between us. This was it, the moment we'd fantasized about in the privacy of our own bedroom, now about to come true.

Lifting Jenna off my lap, I turned her around. Jenna understood my intent immediately and bent over, bracing herself with her arms on the back of the chair.

I moved to position myself behind Jenna but found myself struggling as my jeans were caught up halfway down my legs.

Brenda and Millie suddenly appeared at my side, helping me remove first my shoes then pants. Brenda also peeled off my unbuttoned shirt. "Give her a good fuck for us," she winked as she stepped back.

Now fully unencumbered, I took my place behind my waiting young lover. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on us as I took Jenna by the hips and guided myself into her.

We groaned as one as I sank deep inside. Jenna looked back over her shoulder at me, her freckled face flushed with excitement and desire.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard!"

I didn't need to be told twice. Pulling back, I extracted all but the tip, taking a brief moment to admire the creamy white goo already coating my shaft before plunging back into her, accentuating my thrust with a hard slap of her ass.

'Oh, fuck yes! Again!"

CRACK! I repeated the maneuver, smacking her other cheek so hard it left a red mark on her light toned skin.

"FUCK! Yes, Daddy, yes! Harder! Spank me, fuck me, please, oh please!"

Jenna had always been pretty vocal in bed, but it seemed she was certainly amping it up for the crowd. Not that I objected. She may have been acting a bit, but I knew she wasn't faking her enthusiasm.

Or her arousal. Her heat and wetness alone attested to that. And as I gave her the pounding she'd so desperately begged for, her vocalizations became less intentional performance and far more pure expressions of pleasure.

I could tell Jenna was close, both by the soaring volume of her cries and by her increasingly desperate writhing. I struggled to maintain control of her as she thrashed, my hands tight on her hips. The chair she was clinging to rocked beneath her and for a moment I feared it might tip over.

Then Millie was there, sliding in, taking the seat, placing Jenna's hands on her shoulders instead. Brenda was right behind her, and together they helped brace Jenna enough to maintain stability.

"That's it, baby girl," Millie coaxed as Jenna found her balance. "He's fucking you so good, isn't he? So deep, so hard. Cum for us, sweetie. Let it all out, that's a good girl."

I don't know how Millie's sweet talk was affecting Jenna, but it was certainly working on me. I felt myself swell within her, felt the tingling waves building, surging, rising from deep within, waves I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

Jenna clenched tightly around me and her body went rigid. "Ah! Ahhh! AHHHHH!"

The rhythmic pulsing of her vaginal walls as she climaxed broke the dam, and soon my howls matched hers as my seed burst free, filling her, spurt after endless spurt, my cock an iron shaft as I pumped, her cunt now a vise, gripping me tight, draining out every last drop.

With a grunt, I thrust balls deep one last time and held it there, relishing the sensation of simply being inside her, that exquisite feeling of being one with the person you love.

It was the sound of applause that broke my reverie, reminding me we were not alone. Opening my eyes, I took in the crowd with a mix of pride and embarrassment.

Pride, because I'd lived out a long held fantasy and fucked a beautiful girl in front of an audience.

Embarrassment because, well, the reality was that I was still naked in front of a room full of strangers, and I suppose I couldn't help but feel somewhat self conscious about it.

Jenna, however, seemed far less flustered than I. Pulling herself from me, she spun and dropped to the floor. Taking my surprisingly still rigid cock in hand, she gently licked me clean as the crowd continued to watch.

"Fuck, that's hot," I heard a male voice say.

"Jesus, look how hard he still is." A woman's voice this time, to which another responded, "I know, right? I wouldn't mind a ride on that myself!"

I couldn't see who was talking, but it didn't matter. It was still very flattering, and while I knew my erection would wilt soon enough, I managed to give Jenna one last little spurt before she finally stood to embrace me.

"Oh my god that was the most amazing thing ever!" she exclaimed even as the crowd gave us one last round of applause and cheers.

Brenda and Millie approached, the former with some bottled water. "Thought you two might need these after that."

Millie then handed us some fresh washcloths and wipes to clean up with. "Damn, that was hot! But Jenna, sweetie, you're about to drip cum all over the floor!"

"Oops! Sorry." Jenna accepted the wipes gratefully and quickly cleaned herself up.

"No need to apologize, hun," said Brenda. "You put on a hell of a performance. And just look what you two started!"

I was confused as to what she meant at first, but upon closer inspection I realized that not only were there a lot more fully naked people around, but many of them were now putting on their own shows.

It was a voyeur's dream, really, and if I wasn't so spent I might have been more interested in watching.

But what I really needed at the moment was a drink. A real one.

"Ladies, care to join me at the bar? But first, um... where the hell are my clothes?"

***

I sat at the bar, again fully dressed, awaiting the ladies to return from "freshening up" in the restroom.

Annie, the bartender, brought me my drink. "That was some show you and your little lady friend put on," she grinned. "Pretty impressive display for first timers."

"Thanks," I said, only blushing slightly. "It's kinda something we've been, well, thinking about doing for a long time. Finally got the chance to act out the fantasy."

"Good for you." Her dark green eyes lingered on me as she continued, "Ya know, I don't normally do this too often, but if ya'll were ever looking for a third, I'd definitely be interested. You look like a lot of fun."

I couldn't help but entertain the offer of course. After all, it's not every day you get propositioned for a threesome by a beautiful topless bartender. "Thanks," I smiled politely. "We're not really looking for anyone right now, but I'll certainly mention it to Jenna. Maybe if we decide to, you know, explore more things one day..."

"Ah, I get it." Annie leaned in, speaking lower despite no one else around to hear her. "Well if you ever get tired of your little chipie there and are interested in a woman with a little more curves and experience, I wouldn't mind just getting to know you a little better, just you and me, if you get my drift." She offered me an almost comical wink.

I took a long swallow of my drink, trying to decide how to respond without being completely rude. Then I decided I really didn't care if I offended her. "Yeah, no. That's not gonna happen. I'm very happy in our relationship, and I'd be an idiot to risk that for someone who obviously doesn't respect relationships or boundaries."

"Hey, I'm sorry," Annie said, "I didn't mean... well, okay, I did mean... but no, you're right. I shouldn't have said that."

Last thing I wanted was any drama spoiling my night. "It's okay," I offered, "no harm no foul. I'm flattered by your offer, I am. I don't get hit on very often, being honest. So I take that as a compliment. But I love Jenna, and my commitment is to her and her alone. And our arrangement is that anyone else we might bring into our relationship would be by mutual agreement. No secrets or separate partners."

"That's... really sweet. And a very smart way to approach the lifestyle. She's a lucky girl." And with that, Annie moved on to serve another patron.

The ladies returned shortly after, Jenna still in her corset, now also wearing panties. "Still, um, dripping," she whispered when she noticed my questioning look.

Brenda and Millie had dressed as well, sort of. If you can call long button down pajama shirts with nothing on beneath them "dressed."

"We wanted to go out on the patio to vape again, and it's a little chilly out there," Brenda explained.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Understandable. It's just you've both been naked so long I didn't stop to think you must have at least worn something when you first came in here."

Brenda laughed. "Yeah. Generally we enjoy just being fully naked. But of course we're dressed when we arrive, and we pack a few outfits for fun sometimes."

Jenna pulled me aside while the ladies ordered drinks. "How much longer did you wanna stay? I mean, it's been fun, but I think I'm ready to go."

"Okay, tell ya what; let me finish this drink and then we can bid our new friends goodnight."

***

A short time later we were headed towards the exit. Brenda and Millie followed us, still in their nightshirts. "We're probably leaving soon ourselves," said Millie, "but before you left we were hoping we could exchange numbers. Maybe we can all get together, hang out sometime."

Before either Jenna or myself could respond, Brenda jumped in. "JUST hang out. As friends. Maybe grab food or drinks or something."

"That sounds nice," Jenna said. After retrieving her phone from the front desk, she punched in their number. "My schedule can be pretty busy, but I would enjoy seeing you guys again sometime."

After some hugs, we parted ways. Jenna had changed back into her red dress, but the night air had indeed chilled. Fortunately I had my blazer, which I offered to Jenna while we awaited our Uber.

I didn't truly realize how tired I was until we'd arrived home. I suppose the adrenaline rush of it all had finally worn off. Jenna looked sleepy too. But neither of us were so exhausted that we couldn't find a little time to reconnect; first in the shower and then after in bed.

We didn't have sex, we were both well worn out from our earlier exhibition. But we snuggled and spooned and spoke soft, intimate words in each other's ears until finally we fell asleep.

***

Epilogue

"They're here! Yay!" Jenna burst into the bedroom, full of far more energy and excitement than I could possibly muster before coffee.

I rolled over and checked the alarm clock. Apparently Jenna had let me sleep in.

"What's here?" I asked, stifling a yawn.

Jenna plopped down beside me on the bed, already tearing at the package in her hand. "Your last birthday gift! I wanted to give it to you days ago, but there was a delay with shipping."

She pulled a small box from inside the larger one. "I was gonna gift wrap it, but whatever. Just close your eyes a sec, let me finish opening it."

I closed my eyes and listened as Jenna tore away the plastic wrap and opened the smaller box, removing the contents inside.

"Okay, you can look now."

She was holding what appeared to be a small jewelry box, marked on top by a very familiar symbol: the Phoenix-like insignia for the Rebel Alliance.

Jenna lifted the lid to reveal two rings. The smaller was colored rose gold, with the words "I Love You" framed in black, the Rebel insignia to each side of the quote.

The larger ring was a matching design in silver and black, with the classic response: "I Know."

Picking it up, I was surprised to discover it wasn't made of metal, but what felt like silicone.

"I saw them online and immediately knew you'd love them," Jenna explained. "Now, don't worry, these aren't engagement rings or anything. I'm not asking you to marry me, or hoping you ask me."

Jenna took the ring and slipped it on my finger. "I just thought it might be a fun way to confirm our commitment to each other. That no matter what the future holds, we'll work together to make it as a team."

My ring fit perfectly. And so did Jenna's as I put it on her. "These are amazing! And I love the idea behind them."

Pulling her to me, I hugged her tight. "Thank you so much, darlin'. For the perfect geeky gift, for loving me, for just being you. For everything."

Jenna gave me a warm, sweet kiss. "You're welcome, my love. And I do love you, Tommy."

I considered responding just as a certain scruffy looking space pirate had to his princess.

But then, some things are better left to fantasy.

"I love you too, Jenna."

❤️ THE END ❤️

Authors Afterwards

When I wrote The Jenna Arrangement Pt. 1 almost four years ago, I had absolutely no idea it would go on for as long as it has.

The first story was a simple CFNM fantasy of mine, nothing deeper than that. The only reason I labeled it Pt. 1 was because I had so much fun writing the characters, especially Jenna, that I knew I wanted to continue it.

But I never had a plan, a road map. Just some ideas for some interesting Exhibitionist / Voyeur scenarios that might make for fun chapters. The series expanded from those ideas, and from the growing relationship between the two leads.

This story has been in my head since way, WAY back. The characters first discussed going to the swingers club in Part 13, after they'd made love for the first time.

This will be, officially, the last chapter in this series. Not that I will never write about these characters again. But if I do, it will be in a fresh format, with a fresh title.

But I wanted to give this series some kind of closure while still allowing readers to imagine their own futures for the characters, and of course give me the ability to revisit them myself should I decide to.

I know there are several dangling plot lines never fully resolved, things I hinted at but never got to writing.

But I'm hoping you still found the story enjoyable, and are satisfied knowing Tom and Jenna are happy and content in their relationship and have fully embraced their mutual kinks, and will continue to explore them together.

To all my loyal readers, again let me thank you for your support, and your patience.

I also need to thank Emily Miller for her proofreading and helpful editing advice.

Comments and feedback are, as always, much appreciated.

Oh, and I almost forgot: If you're interested in learning more about Brenda and Millie, please feel free to check out Brenda's Nude Night Out for the story of how they first met at the same club.