It Could Have Been Anyone - Pt. 11

It Could Have Been Anyone - Pt. 11

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Alicia, Ben, and others clear the air.

In addition to group sex, this story also has elements of pregnancy/impregnation and swinging/loving wives. If that stuff isn't up your alley, feel free to read something else.

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Scenarios depicted here are intended to be fun fantasy, but may be illegal, immoral, and/or dangerous if actually attempted in real life. All characters are over 18.

Seeking normalcy

"Are you mad at me?" Ben asked Alicia, breaking the silence over dinner. It was the fifth time in four days he had asked that. Sometimes there had been more words, but those had always been the important part.

"No," Alicia said, likewise for the fifth time. It looked like he was going to follow up, so she shoved another forkful of spaghetti in her mouth and spoke up as soon as she could. "You know, I think I'll go to the gym after dinner, I had a morning meeting yesterday and skipped spin class. You want to come?"

She assumed he'd decline, but even if he joined her, she wouldn't have to worry about conversation too much while they were sweating on treadmills or weight machines and wearing headphones.

"Sure," he sighed. He tried to return to the previous topic. "You know, I wouldn't blame you if you were mad. I know I fucked up."

At first she had struggled to respond to that, but by now, it was easy. "Thanks, but don't worry about it. I'm not mad, and there's nothing to be mad at you about anyway," she said. She polished off her plate. "You done with that?"

"Yeah, I guess," he said, handing over his plate with a few forkfuls of spaghetti still on it. "I hear what you're saying, and I want to believe you, but you have to admit, you've been kind of distant ever since..."

She cut him off. "Let's just get this soaking and go downstairs, okay?" she asked with the pot in her hands. "That old guy from the third floor usually goes around eight. If we get down there fast, we might have the place to ourselves the whole time."

"Old guy? He can't be over 50," Ben grumbled. But he didn't argue with the plan, so she didn't follow up.

The workout was uneventful. Alicia spent most of her time on a spin bike, Ben on a treadmill. They took breaks from their respective machines and to spot each other on weights. Ben had no illusions of being a musclebound meathead, and Alicia appreciated that, but sometimes she worried that he wanted to measure up to the other men in her life, whoever they were.

They took the stairs back to their apartment instead of the elevator to get a tiny bit more of a workout. On the way up, they passed the man from the third floor. Flushed, she smiled at him out of polite reflex, even though his gaze wandered at her breasts as they passed.

Ben chuckled after they were separated by a staircase. "I think he liked your outfit," he said.

She blushed, a little annoyed to have the workout sexualized, and then more annoyed at her own reaction. Why not enjoy it? Plenty of women work out in a sports bra. Even if we had a totally vanilla sex life, there would be nothing wrong with me dressing like this, or him looking, or Ben noticing.

So she shook herself and chuckled as if nothing was wrong. "Maybe he did, so what?" she asked.

Instead of answering her verbally, Ben slapped her ass playfully. She wiggled her hips and took the last few steps to their floor more quickly.

"You want to shower first?" he offered.

She rolled her eyes. Even before we got into the lifestyle, I wasn't all THAT demure! "You want to join me?" she countered.

He grinned and yanked off his t-shirt and shorts. She peeled off her sports bra and spandex shorts almost as quickly as he got the water started.

They played and their hands roamed as they got cleaned. Ben washing her body quickly progressed to fondling and wantonly groping her boobs. She pressed her butt back against him, and sure enough, felt his erection riding between her thighs.

She wiggled her hips back and forth. She knew where this was going. Should I give him a handjob right here? A blowjob maybe? Naaaah. There's no reason I can't get off too. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a good fuck from my live-in boyfriend! So she tilted her head back and purred at him, "Try to control yourself until we get to bed, okay?"

He chuckled at that. They finished washing and rinsing quickly and with few words. As soon as they were dry enough to get in bed, they were all over each other, groping, kissing, caressing. She gasped as they sat together on the edge of the bed, their towels forgotten, her hand quickly finding his cock while he started fingering her pussy.

"Hmmm," she moaned with anticipation between kisses as she quickly got him hard again with her hand and his fingers probed past her clit, down into the folds of her pussy.

They shifted frequently, each of them spreading their legs more, leaning on the bed differently for greater comfort, truly enjoying the other's body for the first time in too long. As they squirmed, she happened to meet his dark brown eyes, and their eyes locked.

She broke the gaze first, kissed him again, and tried to reassure herself. It's fine, she thought. There's nothing wrong with him. I'd get off just fine if we did it normally, probably.

But still, it would be better with the blindfold, thought her other inner voice, a voice she called Sarah.

She broke the kiss and took a breath. She caught his eye, arched an eyebrow at him, gave him her best sultry look, and said, "You want to put the blindfold on me?"

He chuckled. "Sure."

Comforting darkness settled over her face and as she and Ben started making out again, she reminisced on what else she had done in similar situations. Ben's with me right here, but the gangbang was right here too. I've probably fucked Gene, Frank, and Lewis right here, and maybe Barry at some point, and probably Dave.

Of course, I've definitely fucked Dave elsewhere. More than fucked him. Been dominated and used by him and abused by him and loved it so much that I begged for more, said I'd do anything if he finally let me cum, and he did. So I MAY not have fucked him here, but I probably will at some point...

Her pussy was soaked, inflamed by her arousal. She felt Ben's hand on her thighs and spread her legs. He started fingering her pussy immediately and she gasped, overcome with pleasure from her past and likely future lovers as much as from Ben.

"Fuck me," she moaned, not sure whose name she'd finish that sentence with if she had to pick one. She groped and found his cock again with her hand, now fully erect and slick with precum, and stroked it eagerly.

Ben chuckled. "Well, since you ask so nicely," he replied. He put one hand on her hip, maneuvered her onto the bed. He paused with his weight on the bed between her legs, spread wide, and for a moment she feared that he'd tease her, make her wait.

He didn't, though. Apparently he had had enough of foreplay too. He leaned, and brushed her thighs, and then the head of his cock was on her labia, and then he thrust into her, filling her.

Alicia gasped and dug her nails into his back. She wrapped her legs around him, embracing his body with all of hers, but her mind was on the last time he and Gene had taken turns fucking her.

An Unwelcome Invitation

Things continued like that for a few days. Alicia hoped they'd continue like that for weeks if not months, until the details of the BDSM session faded from memory, until Ben stopped worrying without them ever talking about what he was worried about, until normal sex felt good enough again, felt like what she had thought of as great until she had done things wearing a blindfold she had never dreamed of.

That wasn't what happened, though. Just three days later, while sitting on the couch with Ben watching TV, her phone dinged and she got an email that made her stomach lurch as soon as she saw the sender.

It was Gene, inviting them to the next one of the parties he and his wife regularly hosted. At these parties she had been spit-roasted and more by men and women while blindfolded, unable to be sure who was fucking her or even who was watching, and had one earth-shattering orgasm after another. A month ago she would have been thrilled to get the invitation, but now she was terrified of how far things would go.

She couldn't avoid discussing it. Ben's phone had vibrated at the same time as hers. "Hmmm, that's interesting," he said, looking at his own phone and then her meaningfully.

"Yeah," she replied.

He picked up the remote and paused the show. "So what do you think?"

Can't put it off any longer, she thought. "Actually, I don't think I want to go," she said as casually as she could. "You can go without me if you want. I know they don't normally have singles there, but they might make an exception for you. Or maybe they could pair you off with someone for the night." The prospect worried her a lot more than she wanted him to know, but it seemed like the best way to put the matter to bed.

It didn't work that way, though. "Come on!" he scoffed. "I don't want to go without you. If you don't want to go, that's fine, but why? You've been distant for days, and if you don't want to tell me, fine, but I feel like you're mad at me, like I screwed something up, and you won't even tell me what!"

"I'm not mad at you!" she shouted. "I just feel like we, I, we have been going a little too nuts lately and want to cut back. Is that okay?"

"Of course!" he said bluntly, but then he hesitated, looking at her.

"Okay, then! No problem," she said. She wanted to take him at his word, to let it go, but couldn't resist probing his expression. "Right?"

He sighed. "Alicia? Did I screw up?"

She winced. "No."

"Really? Not even organizing that session with Dave? You've been different ever since then."

I can't believe he's so dumb, if he thinks that's when it started, she thought, hating him momentarily before turning it back on herself. While the problem had been growing since her gangbang, if not earlier, it hadn't become a distraction every single day until Ben arranged for her to be thoroughly dominated and abused by an acquaintance of theirs. She felt like she had lost control of her sex life then and would never get it back.

"No, that 'session' wasn't a mistake," she made herself say. "I'm fine, and it was fun. If I hadn't wanted it to stop, I could have taken the... used the safe word any time. It was just really... extreme and I need time to recover. Not physically, but, you know, mentally."

"I see," he said. He sounded doubtful. This time, she didn't pry at it.

The rest of the evening was quiet and normal enough, and the following morning. Conversation was polite but light as they got ready for their respective jobs. But later that morning, her hopes that the problem would go away on its own were once again disappointed. This time, by Gene.

"Hey, how are you doing? Long time no see," he texted her out of the blue around 11 that morning.

Ugh. Does he think he's fooling anyone? Was her first thought. She considered ignoring the text entirely, or crafting some scathing reply that would make him ashamed of everything they had done if only she could think of one, but it occurred to her that while this contact out of the blue was obviously related somehow to her discussion with Ben, she didn't know exactly how it was related or what Gene knew.

So for now, she kept it simple. "Hey, sorry but I can't make your next party. Have fun though!" she replied.

She saw three dots indicating that he was crafting a reply before she put her phone away. When it came, it was suspiciously inoffensive. "That's fine. No reason we only have to see each other at the parties anyway. Maybe we could meet up for lunch some time?"

Vague politeness seemed to be the best way forward. "Sure! Maybe next week or something"

Once again, the reply was quick. "Great! How about today? Ben mentioned he has lunch with you on Thursdays sometimes. I'm happy to meet you near your office any time"

Fuck. That backfired. She considered lying that she was busy or had plans with a co-worker today, but the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she got. If Ben can't take my word for it that things are fine and just kept on asking, that would be one thing. But he's recruiting Gene to get me to go to the party and have sex with random people some more? How fucked up is that?

So she agreed. "Fine. Café Diva at 20th and F St. See you at noon."

She got to the café 10 minutes early and got a frappe and a wrap. Then she found a table with a clear view of the door. At first she kept her phone out and browsed Facebook while sipping her drink, but she found herself looking up whenever someone came in. After a few minutes she gave up on her phone and just watched the door.

When Gene finally arrived, in a gray suit and tie despite the heat, he scanned the room looking for her, and his face lit up when he found her. She waved by reflex but tried to keep her face neutral, suppressing the churning in her gut. He came to the table and went in for a hug. She partially stood to return it.

"How's it been?" he asked with an easygoing smile before fully ending the hug, like he was seeing her for the first time in months rather than weeks, like they had been friends with benefits for years rather than months.

She nodded and couldn't help smiling back this time. "Okay, you?"

"Pretty good. I see you've already got something to eat, I guess, so I'll be right back..."

She stared at his back as he waited in line, kicking herself for following along with the small talk, and tried to remember that she was mad at him and Ben for maneuvering her into this position to begin with. There were four people ahead of him in line, average or even fewer than average for the lunch rush here, so she had time to think.

When he returned to the table with a soda, bag of chips, and wrap of his own, she felt ready this time. "So, Ben put you up to this, huh?" she stated.

He paused before sitting down and raised an eyebrow. "Put me up to?"

"Asked you to try to get me to go to your next party, because he couldn't do it."

Gene paused and sighed before speaking. "Ben mentioned in passing that you two wouldn't be at the party, but he asked Vivian to talk to you because he thought you were upset and whenever he asked about it, he made it worse. After Viv and I talked about it, we thought I should try instead of her. Partly because you and I are, you know, close, but mostly because my office isn't far from yours."

Alicia snorted. "Seriously."

"What part of that is so hard to believe?" Gene asked.

She changed the subject. "Did he tell you why I'd be mad?"

"He was vague," Gene said slowly, carefully, in a tone unlikely to catch the attention of the lunchtime crowd around them. "But I had the impression that he planned a surprise for you and it went too far."

"Oh, you have that impression!" she scoffed out loud. Who knows what kind of details Ben shares? Hell, he probably sends out pictures to Gene and all the other guys! Videos, for all I know! "I wonder why?"

"Because I was in the room when he asked Dave for a favor, and I can put two and two together," Gene said in the same careful tone. Gene stretched out his neck and looked off into the distance before continuing. "I don't know exactly what Dave said or did... if it was Dave... but I'm pretty sure that to him it was just a game, a role to play. It's intended to be fun, or maybe 'exciting' is a better way to put it, and, you know, feel good, but that's all. If it didn't seem that way to you, then he screwed up. And I'm very sure that that's all Ben had in mind."

"But I'm not even sure what the problem actually was!" Gene hissed with a shrug. "Ben didn't tell me, and I don't think even he really knows. So would you like to tell one of us? If you want it to be Vivian or Betty instead of Ben or me, just give one of them a call."

She took a deep, shaky breath and shut her eyes. "I'm not mad at Ben. Or Dave," she said. "Just myself, maybe."

"Can you tell me why?" Gene asked.

"No."

"Okay, then can you tell Ben why?"

"Fuck, no!" she snorted.

"Okay, how about Vivian or Betty?"

She paused and thought. For the first time, she regretted meeting him in a café during the lunch rush. "I changed my mind, I'll tell you," she muttered. "But can we go somewhere else?"

He shrugged and agreed. She led him three blocks north of her office, to a tiny park in name only, a triangle formed where three streets met that happened to have some bushes, one tree, and one bench in it. They sat on the bench. People would walk by frequently, but it would be obvious if anyone stopped to listen.

She took a sip of the frappe, the cup sweating in the August sun despite how cold she felt, and spoke carefully. "I could have used my safe word any time. I'm mad I didn't. I'm mad I got so into it. It would kill Ben if he knew. So I'd be very grateful if you didn't tell him any of this and let me deal with it myself."

Gene furrowed his brow. "Okay, thank you for telling me, but I don't get it. You were supposed to get into it. That was the point. Why would Ben mind?"

"Trust me, he would."

"Okay, if you say so," he said slowly. "Let me just ask you something. What if you're wrong about what Ben would think?"

She laughed bitterly. "If I'm wrong, then there's no harm in it, we just skip a few parties until this whole thing blows over. But if I'm right? If Ben would react how I think he would react to finding out what a slut I am?"

Gene paused and thought for a long moment. Finally he asked, "Am I gay?"

"What?" She asked. Of all the responses she had expected, that wasn't among them.

He shrugged as if the meaning was obvious. "You might have heard I like sucking dick."

She laughed dutifully, taking it as a random, zany attempt at cheering her up. "You've made it pretty clear that you also like women."

He had an immediate follow-up. "Am I a cuck? You know my wife fucks other guys now and then. Sometimes I'm in the room for it, sometimes I'm not."

She tilted her head. "Yeah, but she's not trying to humiliate you, and the other guys aren't either. Why do you ask?"

"Is Vivian a dyke?" he asked instead of responding. "She's gone down on several women, including you."

That was news to Alicia but she didn't let it distract her. "Gene, what's your point?"

"My point is, people like to put people in narrow little boxes based on the most random things," he said, staring across the street and making circular motions with his hands as he spoke, as if the ideas he was expressing were pottery. "About everything, race and class and stuff, but especially about sex. And then people like to make random value judgments about those boxes. And it's stupid."

He trailed off. She thought about it, trying to puzzle out what he meant. "So you're saying... maybe I'm a slut, but maybe I'm not, and it's probably okay?" she asked.

Gene put his hands on his knees and looked at Alicia as he continued. "I don't know exactly what happened between you and Dave and Ben, but I don't think Ben would make the same value judgment you seem to be making. If you're wrong, you're not just keeping it vanilla for a while, you're making yourself and maybe him miserable for no reason. So why don't you ask him?"

"Hah. Right. Sure." She said.

"Well, that's what I'm going to suggest. Talk to Ben," he said. "I'm also going to suggest you come to the party, not for me or Ben, but for Brandy."

"Brandy?" she asked. That came out of left field; she hadn't even spoken to Brandy in months. Maybe because of Barry? She wondered. She had seen Barry less than a month ago, at the gangbang. He hadn't fucked her, as far as she knew, but it wasn't for lack of trying on her part. Ugh. Did she find out what I said there, what I nearly did? Is she mad?

"Brandy. She asked us to make sure you were there. I'm not supposed to tell you why," he continued. Great, another surprise, she thought, filled with dread at the prospect for the first time she could remember. "But you won't regret it. I don't even care if you stay dressed and keep your hands to yourself, but just come see Brandy for five minutes, okay?"

She couldn't believe she wouldn't regret it. On the other hand, she could easily believe that Brandy was furious with her and was entitled to fuck her up (or at least, tell her off) for what Alicia had tried to do with Barry. Despite knowing that it was against their rules, despite being with multiple men that night already, she had tried to fuck Barry too. If anyone has better reason to be mad at me than Ben, it's her, she thought.

"I'll think about it," she said.

Maybe the Last Party

Vivian greeted them at the door with hugs. "Hey! Glad you made it!" she bubbled. "Everyone's going to be here. Everyone you've met here, at least. The basement would be pretty crowded, so feel free to use the whole house and backyard."

Vivian paused and looked at Alicia. "There are people right here. Want to put the blindfold on?"

Alicia smiled briefly. "Thanks, but I'll leave it off for now. Maybe later," she lied.

Vivian shrugged, not seeming to realize she had approached a touchy subject.

Alicia tensed up when she saw the three standing nearby: Dave a dark-skinned, round-faced man with a short beard, about 5 and a half feet tall, balding, solidly built, had one arm around his wife, Betty, a curvy white woman with long, wavy brown hair, and they were chatting with Rashida, a skinny woman with light brown skin and an angular face.

"Should we go say hi?" Ben asked.

"Er, you know, let's go find Brandy," Alicia said.

"Her and Barry aren't here yet," Vivian said. "They should be any minute, though."

"Great," Alicia muttered. They gave brief, polite greetings to Dave and the ladies with him. Alicia exchanged demure hugs with all three; Ben hugged Betty and Rashida and gave Dave a manly handshake. Before anyone else could speak, Alicia said the first thing she could think of that would get her out of the room. "Say, are Linda and Frank here? We should go say hi to them too."

They were directed to the back porch. Alicia almost dragged Ben that way. "Who's that?" Alicia asked Ben as they looked through the window on the way, speaking up before he or anyone else could.

She recognized Linda, a tall, skinny woman with a pixie haircut, from previous parties, Frank, a taller man with an olive complexion, and Lewis, a shorter man with curly brown hair and a neat beard, Rashida's husband, but she didn't recognize the other woman with them. She was Alicia's height but had black hair, long, well past shoulder-length with thick curls, and ample curves.

The stranger's clothing was also unusual. Alicia, Ben, and everyone else present were dressed casually and comfortably for a summer evening, with buttoned-down short-sleeved shirts and chinos or khakis on most of the men and dresses or halter tops and skirts on the women. Alicia's skirt was on the longer side and still wouldn't have been out of place clubbing.

The strange woman, though, wore a pantsuit much like managers in Alicia's office. A suit jacket was nowhere in sight, but the slacks and sleeveless blouse were still much more businesslike than the rest of the gathering.

Ben chuckled as they meandered over to the group, but Alicia didn't have time to ask why before Linda noticed them. "Hey!" she said as soon as they came outside.

Linda offered them hugs, which Alicia accepted more eagerly than the ones inside. Linda had always been casually friendly when Alicia wasn't blindfolded, and she suspected they had had some bisexual experiences at some point. While she wasn't exactly comfortable with that at the moment, they didn't scare her like the memories of what she and Dave had done.

"I'd like you to meet my wife, Elena," Linda said.

"Wow! Uh, nice to meet you," Alicia said, holding out her hand to the more formally dressed woman. I almost thought she was made up. Or there was tension between them about these parties. Maybe not.

"You too, finally," Elena said with an odd smile as she shook Alicia's hand. "You have nice eyes."

"Thank you, I guess?" Alicia said, blinking at the odd remarks.

"It's nice to meet you in person," Ben said. "I've heard a lot about you; it's nice to put a face to the stories."

"Likewise," Elena said.

Alicia was confused. Either Ben was telling a white lie to put more effort than usual into small talk, or he had been part of conversations about Elena that Alicia had missed.

"So what brings you here?" Alicia asked.

"Gene and Vivian promised us something special," Elena said. "They kept it vague, but apparently there's something unusual planned for tonight."

Uh oh. Am I going to be on the spot? But that seemed unlikely enough that Alicia was still a little curious about the newcomer. "I'm surprised; I thought you weren't interested in this sort of thing."

Elena shrugged. "Linda likes her variety, and someone has to stay home with the kids. We're lucky; they're staying with Linda's parents this week. But don't worry, I don't feel left out. I still experiment now and then."

Alicia's eyes bugged out. "Wait a minute, I recognize your voice! You -"

She didn't know how to finish the sentence, but she didn't have to; Ben, Frank, and Linda all burst out laughing. "I'm flattered," Elena said. "You were very memorable too."

Alicia blushed. Connecting the dots mentally was easy. So the silent woman at the strange house was... and Elena said the guy wasn't new to me because... but wait, that means... "I don't believe it," she laughed. "You told me at your place that you have kids with him," she said, pointing to Frank for confirmation, and they nodded. "But I thought you weren't interested in men? What am I missing?"

Elena and Linda looked at each other, put their arms around each other, and bumped hips. "We wanted to have kids, and despite her orientation, it made more sense overall for her to actually get pregnant," Linda said.

"My job had work from home even before the pandemic, she's a little older..." Elena said. It sounded practiced.

"Just because I'm interested in men sexually doesn't mean I actually want to spend nine months in stretchy clothes and push a whole person out my uterus," Linda said.

"Just because I'm not interested in men doesn't mean I can't handle a simple insemination procedure," Elena concluded.

"'Simple insemination procedure'?" Frank cut in, pantomiming being stabbed in the back. "Ouch! That's not what you said at the time!"

Linda laughed. "This is the real reason I don't come here too often," Elena said, blushing and pointing her thumb at Frank.

Alicia, Ben, and Lewis laughed along with Linda. Alicia marveled; this wasn't the longest conversation she had had with any of them, but it was both the most personal and the most fun. Who knew they could have a normal conversation with their clothes on? She thought.

Ben did, apparently, she realized, looking at him a second time. She was pretty sure he had never met Elena, at least not in person, but they were talking like it was an office happy hour. "I'm glad you've let Linda come to these," he was saying. "Did she tell you about Twister the first time I came to one of these parties? It really helped me get into things."

Alicia smiled at Ben as the discussion continued without her. He noticed. "See?" he said aside to her as the discussion continued. "They're fun with their clothes on, too."

And with the blindfold off, she couldn't help thinking.

Alicia was distracted from the banter on the porch by a noise from the house. Cheering? She looked in a window and saw the vague shapes in the kitchen and living room area coming together, where a taller man and a woman with bushy hair had joined the others.

There's Brandy and Barry, she thought. This was nice while it lasted. Should I hide out here, or get it over with?

Circumstances made the choice for her. The cheering noise was followed by a squeal, and then more cheers. Others noticed the sounds too. "What's that?" Frank asked, looking inside.

"Let's go see," Linda said. They all left the porch and returned to the house, Alicia holding herself and Ben back until the end. He didn't seem to notice.

The kitchen/living room area was big, but everyone was clustered tightly around Barry and Brandy for some reason.

She peeked between Ben's and Frank's shoulders, and gasped. "Oh my god," she said when she saw Brandy. Brandy was wearing a loose, floral blouse that parted under her breasts, revealing a round, firm, very pregnant belly.

"I know, right?" Brandy said with a smile. "You might be wondering why I haven't been here in a while? Well, this is it!"

Chuckles. "Is this why this party was such a big deal?" Alicia wondered out loud. "Is this a, a sort of baby shower?"

"Sort of?" Barry said with a shrug. "We've already had a shower for, you know, family and neighbors, but we didn't want to leave this crew out entirely."

"We're honored, and glad the schedule worked out for everyone," Gene said.

"Don't worry," said Brandy, holding her hands out. "We know you didn't expect this. No pressure, and no presents expected, besides the obvious, we just wanted to share the news with all of you, in person."

"When are you due?" Elena asked.

"September 3rd," Brandy said. "The official guidance is, I'm supposed to take it easy for a few more days. But unofficially, I've been authorized to do any labor-inducing activities I feel like. Believe me, I've been looking forward to this for a while," she said.

Alicia was confused, but several people nodded knowingly, and Elena and Betty laughed out loud.

"What does Amy think?" Linda asked.

"She's looking forward to having a little sister," Barry replied. "We've had to veto a lot of her suggestions, or tell her they'll have to wait a few years, though, like getting them matching bikes..."

The group shifted a bit, and Alicia wound up closer to Brandy. Vivian touched Brandy's belly. Alicia knew it would have bothered some women, but wasn't surprised it wasn't a problem here; the group was touchy-feely. Still, she hesitated. "May I?" she asked when she met Brandy's eyes.

"Of course!" Brandy said. Alicia's hand almost tingled as she caressed Brandy's belly self-consciously. She had touched a pregnant woman's belly before - her cousin Kerry, who had three children so far, and Jennifer, a coworker from her last job - but this was the first time she had been so intimate with the woman, or her husband.

Alicia looked up at Brandy and caught her eyes. "We're really glad you two could make it," Brandy said with a smile. "You're kind of why we're here."

Alicia was confused. Ben too, apparently. "Uh, why you're... when you say 'we,' you don't mean we, I..." he stammered, pointing at her belly tentatively.

Brandy snorted, and Barry guffawed. "Hah! No, not that. This baby is definitely, definitely Barry's," she said, one hand on her belly and the other around her husband's waist.

"No, I mean why we're literally here. At the party," she continued. "Back when we were sure we wanted another kid, we were planning on giving up the lifestyle. We know babies make it hard, we already have a five-year-old, and add a newborn into the mix? We couldn't see ourselves coming to these parties for years, or even seeing most of this little group at all."

"But then there was that party back in December," Brandy said. "Your first one. And there you were, right away, just in the middle of the party like a natural. So we figured, if you could dive in like that, we'd at least try to keep going."

Alicia blushed, thinking about how many things she did for the first time at the swingers' party she attended. A handjob for a stranger, sex in front of an audience, a spit-roast, a foursome... there was nothing scary about that at time, she thought ruefully to herself. And I wasn't even blindfolded for half of it!

Brandy looked at Barry. "We can't come to these as a couple for a while right after the baby's born," he said. "But we've talked to Gene and Vivian, and they're fine with us coming solo."

"It's not like it was ever a serious rule, married perverts only," Gene spoke up. "If it was, Frank and Linda never could have come, or Ben and Alicia. It's just, even numbers make it easier to pair off. No one wants to be a fifth wheel."

"Well, thank you for being flexible," Barry said graciously.

"We missed the last few parties for one reason or another, but I couldn't wait any longer, so here we are," Brandy explained. "We'll miss the next few. But maybe Barry can play solo now and then. Once she's sleeping through the night, we might be able to get our parents to watch the kids, and..." she shrugged and smiled, leaving the possibilities open.

Elena asked about how the pregnancy was going, Betty piped up about her own experience with her second child, and the discussion moved on, but Alicia drifted back to the edge of the group, back towards the porch door, lost in thought. She's not mad at me at all, not for what I said at the gangbang or anything else. They wanted me here just to thank me and give us the news in person.

Vivian sidled around to her. "Hey, Gene and I are glad you made it, too," she said to Alicia. "We were kinda worried."

Alicia smiled faintly. The news had distracted her from her worries, but not erased them. "Thanks, but I'm fine," she said shortly.

Vivian paused, then nodded. "I can see that. Well, if you aren't fine and want to talk about it, I can recommend some good listeners."

Odd way to put it. Alicia quirked her lips. Alicia was curious, but she was also on her guard, so she tried to change the subject. "I'm just amazed by them. Coming here, I mean, like that, and planning to keep coming?"

"What's so surprising about that?" Vivian asked, raising an eyebrow. Linda seemed to be listening too. "They're friends and they like our kind of parties, so what?"

Aware of how this might sound to the others, Alicia stepped out back again and motioned for them to follow her. "I'm not some, I mean, I'm not a religious nut or anything," she said as soon as the door shut behind them. "I've done plenty of kinky stuff, you know that. But, I mean, coming here like that? Coming back as soon as possible?"

"Why not?" Vivian asked.

"This is the best place to be for them, really," Linda said. "They're stressed, and these parties are good for that. And you might not know it, but pregnancy affects different women differently. Some women get really fucking horny."

"Oh, yeah. I'll bet you she pulls a train tonight," Vivian said casually.

"I won't take that bet," Linda said with a smile, as if she were reminiscing.

Alicia blinked at that and wondered if she was thinking about when Elena had been pregnant, when Linda had pulled a train of her own, or something else. She made one more attempt to regain control, to direct the conversation towards normalcy. "Okay, that makes sense, I guess... but still, don't you think this is kind of weird?"

Vivian and Linda looked at each other. Linda spoke first. "I don't think we're talking about Barry and Brandy any more," Linda said.

"I think something else is going on here," Vivian said.

"I think she needs a reminder of what she can get out of all of this," Linda said.

Silence. They exchanged meaningful glances. "I don't know what you mean. I know what I can get out of these parties, but I wasn't planning to get anything out of it tonight, I just wanted to see what the big surprise was..." Alicia babbled. "I didn't plan to join in, I didn't even bring the blindfold..."

Linda snorted. Vivian cracked the door and peeked in. Whatever she saw satisfied her. She looked back at Linda and nodded. "So what if you don't have the blindfold?" Linda asked Alicia.

"I... I mean, I don't..." Alicia stammered. What do you mean, so what? She thought. That's my thing! I'm all normal when I can see what's going on and freaky when I can't! I can't be freaky without the blindfold on!

Linda put one hand on her shoulder. "Remember when you begged Barry to fuck you, and he said he couldn't then, he'd have to do it later?" She asked. "Frank told me about it. Well, this is later, and you don't know when you'll see Barry next. So you really should fuck him tonight."

"If you want to," Vivian emphasized. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. We're just saying, if you want to, now's your last chance for a while."

"Even though you don't have the blindfold," Linda said gently. "It's time to take the training wheels off."

"Let me ask, have you even tried any kind of play with the blindfold off?" Vivian asked. "Other than the sleepover after that first party, of course."

"Well, no, but Ben and I have, er..." Alicia began.

Linda gave Vivian a shocked look and didn't wait for Alicia to finish. "Seriously? I assumed she had taken it off at some point I wasn't there." She looked back at Alicia. "This is ridiculous. We're taking you in there and you're getting fucked by someone you can see for once. Someone who isn't Ben."

Alicia's eyes were the size of dinner plates. She was tried to sputter out a response, but Linda took her by the elbow and guided her back inside.

If Vivian and Linda had been leading Alicia to a bedroom upstairs or the party room in the basement, Alicia probably would have found her composure and been able to stand up for herself before they got there, but they didn't. As soon as they got back in, Alicia found that the party had progressed without leaving the living room.

Brandy was sitting on the couch, wearing her maternity blouse and apparently nothing else, servicing her husband's rigid cock with her mouth and right hand while stroking Gene's cock with her left. Both men were naked. Brandy didn't seem too concerned about either of them, though, because Betty's face was buried between her thighs and her belly.

Rashida, Frank, and Lewis stood together watching them, one of Rashida's arms around Frank's hip and vice versa, her other arm stroking the front of Lewis's pants. Only Ben and Elena had their hands to themselves, and even they were making no secret of watching the animalistic lust on display on the couch.

As Linda and Vivian led Alicia back to the group, Brandy moaned and popped her mouth off her husband's cock with a wet smack. She grinned up at both of the men and gasped as Betty's head bobbed, redoubling her oral efforts. When Brandy recovered her composure, she switched to Gene's cock, deep throating it all the way. Gene sighed, and the tempo of Rashida, Frank, and Lewis groping each other seemed to increase.

Barry was the first to notice the three women rejoining the group. "Hey," he said casually, like there was nothing unusual about the situation, his cock bobbing as he turned. Alicia stared at it, unable to look away because the alternative was looking at his face. That has to be at least eight inches! Nine! And thick! Have I actually had that inside me? Not in my pussy at the gangbang... probably not... but my mouth then? Or in my pussy earlier?

"Hey yourself," Vivian said. She sidled up between Ben and Elena and put one hand on each of their shoulders as she spoke. "Hey, I'm glad to see everyone's having fun, but why don't we move downstairs? I think we want to keep the whole party together, and this is a bad place for it."

Gene moaned. Brandy pulled her head back. "Yeah, that'll do for now," she grunted as his cock danced free, spit dangling off it. She tangled one hand through Betty's hair and supported herself with the other. "I don't want my boys cumming here! I want that in my pussy!"

"Are you serious?" Gene blurted out, panting like he had just run a mile. "You don't get to stop like that!" he put his hand on the back of her neck like he was going to force her to continue the blowjob, but just smiled and rested in that position, his cock inches from her mouth.

They smiled at each other for a moment, and several people in the crowd chuckled. Brandy spoke first. "Come on, give me a hand," she said. Betty scooted back. Gene and Barry each took one of her hands and heaved her to her feet. She was disheveled, her blouse slipped to reveal one massive boob hanging loose, her whole body glistening with sweat and maybe other fluids, and yet she seemed to be in charge.

"Hey, Barry?" Linda asked, still holding Alicia's arm.

"Yes?" he asked. While he was distracted, Vivian held on to Ben and smoothly took Brandy's free hand and helped her get downstairs with Gene.

"Us girls were talking outside, and we really think it's time you gave Alicia here a good fucking," Linda said.

Alicia wanted to argue about that, to point out that "us girls" didn't actually include her. She really did. But that big, hard cock was right there, bouncing in front of her. If I have fucked him before there's no harm in doing it again. If I haven't, well, I really should see what a monster like that feels like...

He extended his hand to her and nodded to Linda. "I know Brandy wouldn't want to be left out of that. Why don't we all go downstairs?"

"Sure," Alicia said, taking his hand, her heart racing. I only agreed to going downstairs, right?

Linda was the only person behind her. Alicia entered the basement to find that the gang hadn't waited for them. Brandy was on the bed sandwiched between Gene behind her and Ben in front, Ben making out with her and Gene kissing her neck, all of their hands roaming around her boobs, hips, belly, and ass.

Vivian and Lewis were at the fridge, getting drinks. Everyone else had settled on and around the couch, fondling each or themselves and starting to undress, but mostly focused on the three on the bed.

Alicia was entranced herself, barely aware of what Linda and Barry were doing with her. Is that what it looks like when it's me? She wondered, staring at the eager display of lust, of two men both focused single-mindedly on Brandy's pleasure and clearly enjoying it themselves. Obviously I'm not pregnant, but the rest? During the gangbang, or other times when it's been two men?

There was a ripping noise. Brandy shrugged, and the rest of her blouse fell down, resting between her boobs and her belly. She, Gene, and Ben worked together to pull it over her head and throw it on the floor.

Gene reached between Brandy's legs from behind, lined his hips up with hers. She gasped, tilted her hips back, leaned forward. Either she's getting fucked right now, or she will be very soon, Alicia thought as Linda or Barry or both caressed her shoulders, back, and hips. Alicia pictured the pregnant woman's belly and breasts brushing the bedding as she got fucked from behind and realized she was looking forward to seeing it.

She was forced to pay attention to Linda's and Barry's activities when they tugged her blouse up. She noticed for the first time that Linda was already naked. Alicia raised her arms and helped them get her blouse and bra off.

She wondered if she should say something, but Barry wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her, gently, warmly, passionately, and she returned it. This is just kissing, there's nothing wrong with that, I did more than that before I ever put the blindfold on... she thought, wrapping her own arm around him and smiling in between kisses.

At the same time, Linda reached for the front of Alicia's skirt, released the catch, and lowered it, leaving Alicia in only her panties. She pulled back. "Wait a minute," she started to say.

"Don't worry," Linda cut her off and dropped to her knees. She stroked Barry's cock, keeping it as full length as she spoke. "This is just a little fun for him. And me. He's still all yours, whenever you're ready." And with that she popped the head of Barry's cock in her mouth like a lollipop and started polishing it, her hand wrapped around the shaft, her eyes dancing up at them. Barry sighed, looking down at her briefly before returning his gaze to Alicia.

That's not why I said to wait, Alicia thought, but Barry soon resumed kissing her, and she lost interest in arguing. He was surprisingly gentle, not aggressive at all. He didn't need to be, she mused; he was almost a foot taller than her. He could probably throw me over his shoulder and have his way with me if he wanted to, she thought.

When she opened her eyes, she could only see Barry's face and the wall behind him, but the room was full of sounds of lust, slurping below her and moans and flesh slapping from all sides.

The noises from the bed increased, Brandy's moaning turning to squealing, and eventually words again. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Fuck me, Gene! Oh god!"

Alicia and Barry broke off their embrace and Linda released his cock and they all watched Brandy cum, her legs shaking, held up by Gene's hands on her hips as much as her own muscles.

After she came down from her orgasmic high, she put one hand on each of Gene and Ben to steady herself. Ben was breathing hard and his erection was rock-hard, Alicia noticed; she assumed Brandy had been giving him a blowjob or a handjob while getting fucked.

Brandy focused on him too. "You've been good," she said. "Your turn, if you want."

"Sure," Ben said immediately. Then he looked over at Alicia, between Barry and Linda. He smiled but hesitated, looking for something.

Barry spoke next. "Lie down on one side of the bed and give us room, dude," he said.

Ben positioned himself as he was instructed. As soon as Brandy tried to get on top of him, she nudged him several inches closer to the middle of the bed.

She settled over him, adjusted her hips painstakingly, and lowered herself. "Ahhhh," she sighed, and Ben smiled deeply.

Alicia crawled over the bed to him. "Ben?" she asked. Linda peeled off her panties, soaked by now, and she helped by crawling out of them smoothly.

"Yeah, honey?" he said as he started gently, slowly thrusting his hips.

"I think I'm going to fuck Barry now, OK?" she asked, her face almost sideways to his but only inches away.

He chuckled. "Fucking awesome," he said slowly, deliberately.

That was all they needed. She felt Barry's hand caressing her pussy from behind and widened her legs slightly. She felt the head of Barry's cock sliding along her labia, soaking wet from both Linda's saliva on it and her own secretions from the extended foreplay she had just enjoyed. She sighed. He stopped and thrust forward, and she thrust back to meet him.

"Oh my god," she said when he was several inches inside her pussy.

Ben didn't respond with words, but chuckled again, and thrust up, driving his cock up into Brandy, and she sighed. He rested his hands on her belly. In response, Alicia smiled and Barry thrust into her again, harder, deeper.

"Oh my god! Oh yeah!" Alicia moaned, her head drooping as she was overcome with sensation, drooping right onto Ben's face. They kissed passionately, feverishly, coming up for air only when Barry's thrusts drove her out of position. One of Ben's arms wrapped around her, pulling her in tighter to him.

Barry fucked her deeper and deeper with each stroke and a massive orgasm washed over Alicia as she kissed Ben and fucked Barry. It's deeeeefinitely Barry fucking me... she thought, when she could think. Not an accident, not a reward for Ben's behavior, but Barry fucking me because we wanted to fuck each other... it's definitely Ben kissing me at the same time, he loves this... and it's definitely Brandy he's fucking, I've never seen any other pregnant woman naked like that, let alone riding a cock... and it's all soooo fuuucking hawtttt!

She broke the kisses only when the bliss became too much for her and she found herself moaning into Ben's neck and shoulder. She was vaguely aware of Barry and Brandy saying something, and moans from elsewhere in the room, but she couldn't think about anything other than Ben under her and the massive cock filling her.

She regained her senses when Barry slipped out of her pussy. She was sweaty, flushed, limp, and had a smile plastered on her face. Her legs slid down the bed, sticking off the end, leaving her ass sticking up. Is someone going to fuck my ass now? Who cares, as long as Ben's there to keep me company, she imagined.

Ben moved, and that got her attention. Brandy was standing already. "Whew. Good work, but it's Frank's turn now, okay?" Brandy said, matter-of fact. Ben stood, chuckling, and Frank got up from one corner of the couch and walked over, stroking his cock casually.

Alicia stood too and took Ben's hand. "Hey," he said with a smile.

"Hey yourself," she grinned back goofily.

"Shall we?" he motioned to the couch; there was a little space where Frank had been. Alicia took a seat next to Linda, leaving the space by the arm of the couch for Ben. Linda was only wearing black panties, and most other guests were similarly dressed by now.

"Sure," she said. Rashida had been sitting next to the gap but she stood up and went to the fridge as if by coincidence as they got comfortable.

They sat down, Alicia's head on Ben's shoulder. She looked around the room. Frank and Dave were on the bed with Brandy; Alicia guessed she'd be spit-roasted soon. To her side, Linda had one hand between her legs and another on Lewis's cock, but was clearly focused on the threesome on the bed. Rashida joined a conversation with Vivian and Elena by the bar area but kept one eye on her husband. Gene and Barry were nowhere to be seen.

Alicia and Ben didn't have privacy, but no one was paying attention to them, either. There'll never be a better chance to say it, Alicia thought. She pitched her voice low and spoke into Ben's ear. "You know, I have felt kind of bad about something I did with Dave," she said. "Something I said. But the real problem is, I'm sorry you weren't there. I'm glad you were here for this."

"Something you did and said?" Ben said softly. "Did or said? Oh, right, the whole 'fuck you any time' thing, right?" He gestured vaguely with his hands.

"Right... wait, you know about that?" she asked.

He nodded. "I told you before it started, he'd give me updates. It turned out that meant one long FaceTime call. I couldn't see and hear everything, but yeah, I think I got the essentials."

"And you're okay with that?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I guess it would be inconvenient, if he took 'any time' to mean in the middle of brunch. But it would be hot, right?"

She marveled at that. "Right," she said.

"And besides, would he do that? He's got a family of his own. He gets off on being dominant, but he's not going to whip it out in public, or expect you or I to. I figure it was just, you know, bedroom talk."

She blinked. Maybe it was. "I guess so. Sometimes it's hard to tell," she took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Sometimes when I have the blindfold on it gets so hot, I get so caught up in it, I feel like a different person. Like, I called myself Sarah at that first party, just because I didn't even dare use my real name, and sometimes I feel like Sarah's taking over. Is that crazy?"

Ben hugged her closer. "I don't know, maybe. But I love you anyways. No matter how many people are in there," he joked.

After another pause, he spoke again in a more normal voice. "I have to admit I'm surprised by, you know, this evening. Very, very pleased!" he clarified quickly. "Just... surprised."

She chuckled. "I don't know why, that seems totally normal to me," she joked out loud.

"Lucky you," Linda muttered.

Alicia looked at her, confused. Linda was topless but still had panties on. She shook herself. "Oh, never mind. It's just, I don't think anyone else is getting dicked like that tonight. Brandy, of course, it's her party, since she won't be here for a while. And also you for some reason. I didn't exactly mind having that massive thing in my mouth, but it's hard to appreciate right now."

Alicia considered it for a minute, and then smiled. "You're right, that was kind of greedy of me. Want me to make it up to you?"

Linda looked at her askance and frowned. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, Alicia leaned over and kissed her. Her heart pounded and she reminded herself that she had definitely kissed Linda before, probably many times. Even so, she figured she probably couldn't have done it without the blissful relaxation of a massive orgasm minutes before, or the blindfold.

Linda broke the kiss to come up for air first. "I didn't expect that!" she smiled.

"Hmmm. I guess it's nice to give other people surprises now and then," Alicia countered.

"You got any more?" Linda asked.

"Maybe." With that, Alicia reached between the other woman's legs, feeling her trimmed pubic mound, then down further, to her slit, and ran her finger along the lengths of Linda's pussy, already dripping with arousal. Linda breathed hard.

"I can go down on you right here, if you want," Alicia said. She spoke softly, but Ben heard, and maybe others too. "Or we can go upstairs and have an actual bed."

Linda paused, then nodded. "Yeah, let's do the second thing," she said.

Alicia took her hand and they stood. Linda darted over to Elena and murmured something to her, and then rejoined Alicia. "Want to come watch?" Alicia said with a backward glance to Ben as she and Linda walked to the stairs. Hmmm. I meant Ben and Elena, but Vivian, Rashida, and Lewis are right there. Should I clarify?

Naaaah.

Ben stood with a smile. Alicia didn't wait to see who else did as she and Linda went up the basement stairs. But on the ground floor, just before the stairs to the second floor, Linda stopped. "Wait. I appreciate this, and if you want to go upstairs like this, great," she said, biting her lip. "But... I'm pretty sure we can find something like a blindfold. Do you want that?"

Alicia thought about it. "Not this time," she said.

No more words were exchanged until they reached the guest bedroom. Alicia took Linda in her arms, hugging, smiling, looking into each other's eyes but not kissing, just feeling their breasts and other body parts pressed together as they breathed.

"So, straight but eager to experiment, huh?" Linda asked, before going in for a quick kiss.

"Yeah, I guess," Alicia answered after their lips drifted apart. "Wait, no. That's not it," she corrected herself after another kiss. "When I'm blindfolded and something mysterious is going on, I'm bi, or pansexual, or omnisexual, or just so fucking horny that I can't think straight. Maybe it's just a fetish, I don't care," she said, reaching down and groping Linda's ass as she spoke.

"I'm lucky enough to be in love with a man who lets me indulge it a lot. Who likes when I'm in that position," she said, her heart racing, more sure of that statement than she had ever been, and with her other hand she caressed Linda's boob, thumbed her nipple. Alicia kissed her again as she explored Linda's body with her hands.

She broke the kiss and spoke softly into Linda's ear. "Right now there's nothing mysterious about this, nothing complicated. It's very simple." She maneuvered Linda back a few steps, to the bed. She sat down next to Linda for a moment before speaking again.

"Right now I'm feeling great, and you're a big part of why, and I want to show my gratitude," she reached between Linda's legs, applying gentle pressure to her pubic mound, and then sliding one finger easily, smoothly, into Linda's sopping wet pussy. Linda gasped, staring into Alicia's eyes.

"So do you want me to show my gratitude just by doing this?" Alicia asked, and started fingering her and rubbing the ball of her hand around her mound. "Or with a sixty-nine? Or do you just want me to go down on you until you can't see straight?"

"Fuck yeah. The third thing," Linda gasped. She scooted back, getting her legs fully on the bed. Alicia put one knee on the edge of the bed and dove in to the other woman's pussy, nuzzling her light pubic hair with her nose before tonguing the top of her slit.

Linda gasped, but had the presence of mind to get one arm around Linda's waist. "Get your pussy over here," she grunted.

"As you wish," Alicia said with a smile, adjusting her hips, putting one knee on either side of Linda's head, before returning to Linda's pussy.

She tried to take thorough care of Linda, applying everything she knew about Linda and had learned about going down on other women in the past year. She started out aggressively tonguing Linda's clit, to prove to herself that she could as much as for Linda's pleasure. When that earned a sharp gasp, she immediately backed off to light teasing, licking around her pussy lips, kisses even further away, on her thighs, probing Linda's pussy with her tongue.

Alicia soon relented and settled into a rhythm, with her tongue on and around Linda's clit and her fingers mostly just teasing the other woman's wet hole. Linda rewarded Alicia with a similar treatment, but used her mouth less and her fingers more, maybe because she was moaning so much, pent-up lust and need finally getting satisfied.

Soon, Alicia felt a third hand on her slit in addition to Linda's, and then a hand on her ass. "What's that? Oh my god!" Alicia said, as two and then three fingers invaded her pussy while Linda continued fingering her clit.

Linda chuckled, then breathed on Alicia's clit, then kissed it, then her thigh, and then resumed gentle probing and stimulation with her fingers. For a moment Alicia just moaned and enjoyed it, fingered Linda steadily but just savored the sensations of three hands on her pussy, ass, and thighs.

Then one hand withdrew. A moment later it was replaced by a round, hard, smooth, phallus probing her labia, sliding inside easily.

Ohmigod, this is crazy, I'm getting fucked again.

Linda moaned and wrapped her arms around Alicia's thighs. The cock inside Alicia thrust forward until hips met her thighs, and Alicia moaned in turn. She lowered her head a little and Linda, maybe sensing it, tensed her hips, raising her pussy closer to Alicia's mouth. Alicia accepted the nonverbal request and tried to start tonguing her pussy again, despite now having a cock demanding her attention.

And her curiosity. Is it Gene? He could have recovered by now. Or Dave or Frank? I never actually SAW them with Brandy.

I hope Linda isn't mad. If she is, I'll really, really have to make it up to her, she thought, redoubling her efforts with her tongue. What's she doing? Maybe sucking his balls? Maybe rimming his ass?

Maybe... maybe it's not even a he! The idea exploded in Alicia's brain just as an orgasm exploded in her body. That feels like rubber, so maybe it's a man with a condom, but maybe it's Elena with their strap-on! Or, hell, maybe it's even Vivian, Betty, or Rashida with a strap-on! Rashida would be great with it!

She tried to ignore any straps or lack thereof she might have felt around their hips that might resolve the uncertainty. She squealed as the mystery provided all the stimulation she needed and more for another continuous, shaking orgasm. She did her best to finger Linda's clit at the same time as she tongue-fucked her while someone else pummeled her pussy and she could only imagine what Linda was doing for that person.

When whoever was fucking her finally stopped, Alicia collapsed to the side, exhausted mentally just as much as physically. She rested her head on Linda's thigh and giggled, and heard Linda doing the same.

"You okay there?" Ben asked.

"Awesome. Just give me a minute," she said.

She opened her eyes when Linda stirred. Ben was sitting on the edge of the bed. It was just the three of them in the room. She smiled at him and didn't ask who had fucked her, and he didn't tell her.

"Whew. Well, that was fun," Linda said, stretching her neck and shoulders. "I'm going to check out the gathering downstairs, probably get a drink. You two want to come?"

Alicia looked at Ben. "Sure," she said.

The three of them headed downstairs, and then to the basement. The party had calmed down somewhat but definitely not ended. Betty stood in the middle of the room, naked, her hands shackled to the ring in the ceiling that the sex swing normally hung from, a ball gag in her mouth, a red handprint on her ass and more marks elsewhere, but no one was touching her at the moment. Instead Dave and Brandy were on the bed, stroking each other in full view of Betty.

Gene, Barry, Rashida, and Elena were standing near the couch and making no secret of watching the dynamic between Dave, Brandy, and Berry, but now Vivian, Frank, and Lewis were nowhere in sight.

Alicia settled in one the couch with room on either side of her. Ben took one side, Linda the other after getting two bottles of water from the fridge. Alicia smiled at them both, took one bottle, handed it to Ben, put a hand on each of their knees, settled in to watch the show, and relaxed, her head on Ben's shoulder.

Preparing for the Next Party

Alicia awoke - or rather, she wasn't sure she had truly nodded off, but if not, she jumped from a dreaming restful state to full alertness - at the sound of laughter. She found herself still on the couch, and her arm still on Ben's leg.

Linda had moved, though. She, Elena, Frank, and Rashida were standing between the bed and the stairs, chatting; that had been the source of the laughter.

Alicia looked over at Ben; he definitely was asleep. She got up gingerly and padded across the room to the gathering. "What did we miss?" she asked.

"Oh. Nothing, we were just telling a story about Freddie," Linda said. "See, when he got back from our parent's place in Michigan last week..."

"You know, sorry, but if you'd like to say your goodbyes, I think some people are on the way out the door," Elena cut in.

Alicia considered it. "Thanks, I will. Be right back." She found Ben's shirt and put it on, buttoning two buttons, just enough to be decent in case a cab driver or neighbor was within sight. A year ago, I wouldn't be in a house like this without being fully dressed. A month ago, I would have gone upstairs naked if I could do it blindfolded somehow. Now, I don't feel like making a scene at the moment, but other than that, who cares, she thought wryly.

Sure enough, upstairs she found Gene and Vivian seeing off Brandy, Barry, Dave, and Betty. Alicia wondered what was holding Brandy's blouse together.

"You're leaving?" Alicia asked as soon as she could.

"Have to relieve the sitter," Barry shrugged.

"It was great to see you!" Brandy responded, holding her arms out for a hug. They embraced, and Alicia hugged Barry almost wordlessly afterwards. "Don't be a stranger," he said.

"Why not? It's more fun that way!" she laughed.

Ben made it up the stairs behind her in only his boxer shorts just in time to say goodbye to Barry and Brandy as well.

After the expecting parents left, it was Alicia and Ben with Vivian, Gene, Dave, and Betty. Dave and Betty were wearing their street clothes and apparently ready to leave as well.

Alicia took a deep breath and faced Dave. "I wanted to follow up about that chat we had at the Airbnb," she said.

He cocked his head, not responding to her assumption or anything else.

"You can fuck me any time you want... if... there's something mysterious about it," she said definitively.

Betty and Vivian both laughed out loud. Ben nodded slowly and deeply and grinned widely. Dave, though, just chuckled under his breath and arched an eyebrow. "Yeah, okay, I can make that work," he said.

Afterword

If you've read the whole series, you might remember notes in Part 7 and 8 talking about plans for an overarching plot and conclusion. Well, this is it. Alicia and Ben's journey is over. Character arc complete, all plot threads I had any plans to resolve are.

I have several ideas about where their relationship could go and what the new normal for them might be like, or "origin stories" of the side characters, or "slice of life" stories set in between the chapters already written. A wedding with some blindfolded activity? Another story from Ben's perspective, which one reader earlier asked about? Details on what Linda, Frank, and Elena's relationship is like?

That being said, it's just as likely that my next story will be completely new and unrelated. I hope you've enjoyed reading about Alicia and Ben as much as I've enjoyed writing about them.