Becca

This is a continuation of the story Juliet (, 6/1/2025).

Jon and I are engaged. The wedding is scheduled for the middle of September. We graduated in the middle of May, Jon with a degree in astrophysics and I with a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. Jon starts with NASA in California in the middle of August. He'll fly home on the Friday before the wedding for the rehearsal and dinner and the wedding on Saturday. I'll fly back to California with him on Sunday. We won't have time for the traditional honeymoon.

Meanwhile, we're living the dream. Both of our parents are pragmatic about our relationship. We have joint bedrooms in both of our parents homes and we sleep together every night. Jon and I have discussed the nature of our relationship before we are married. At university, we had other sexual relationships and we agree that continued relationships with others is acceptable as long as we don't tell each other about them. We haven't discussed the nature of our relationship after the wedding.

Last Saturday, Jon and I were invited to join a neighborhood pool party with his parents and a few other couples. Unfortunately, my mother and I had appointments in the city to finalize the plans for my wedding dress and other wedding related items on Saturday and we were planning to spend the night in the city for what would probably be our last girl's night out before the wedding.

Jon went to the party alone.

We woke up Monday morning in my bed at my parents' home. It was late. My parents had gone to work and we were alone. We had spent most of the night renewing our relationship as if we had been apart for weeks instead of one night.

Jon wanted to talk. "Is this about the party Saturday night?" I asked.

"It is," he confirmed.

"You went?"

"I did."

"Boring?"

"Just the opposite," Jon responded.

"I'm curious," I suggested. I shouldn't have asked.

"My parents and their neighbors are reliving their youth," Jon said. You'd think they invented sex."

"Whoa. Sex?" I asked.

"You heard me correctly," he agreed. "There were six couples there. Things were fairly calm until after sunset."

"Okay. You've got my attention. What happened after sunset?" I asked.

"The women took off their clothes. That got the men's attention and the party took a radical turn. More like an out-of-control fraternity party than a backyard bar-b-que between middle aged neighbors," Jon related.

I had been to several fraternity parties that got out of control. Hell, I'd even participated in some of them. "Things got sexual?" I asked.

"Everything you can imagine and somethings you cannot," Jon described. "Without regard for who was married to who."

"Your parents too?" I asked.

"Mom may have been one of the instigators," Jon answered.

"You too?"

"I was very popular," he confessed. "Mom said it was because I was single and young."

"Jon," I interrupted. "We have an agreement not to talk about such things," I reminded him.

"I know," he admitted, "but you have to know how the party developed.

"Why?"

"Because there's another party in two weeks and we're invited," he told me. "And I think you'd be very popular."

"Damn," I commented. "Do you want to go?" I asked.

"I'm torn," he said. "It was a lot of fun but I'm concerned about you coming with me."

"You don't think I'd have fun too?" I asked.

"Oh, I think you'd have more fun than you've ever had. I'm not sure if I could handle it," he admitted.

"Jon," I responded. "We have an agreement. You know that I've have sex since we've been engaged. Why is it a problem now?"

"I wasn't there," he said. "I don't know if I saw you with another man, how I might feel."

"That's a good point," I said. "I think the answer might be similar to what we might encounter after we're married," I suggested.

"I'm listening," said Jon.

"Traditionally, after we're married we might avoid any contact with other couples that might lead to sex. However, I don't think that either of us would be comfortable with that."

"What are you suggesting?" Jon asked.

"I'm postulating that, after the wedding, we might encounter other couples, neighbors for instance, we'd like to experiment with sexually and we might be present when it happens."

"Like wife or husband swapping?" he asked.

"Exactly," I agreed. "How might you feel about that when it happens."

"I don't know," Jon said.

"Would now be a good time to find out?" I asked.

"You want to go to the party?" he asked.

"I do," I told him.

"You risk a gangbang," he reminded me.

"I know that," I confessed. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"What?"

"You didn't hear that," I said.

"Okay. I'll tell mom that we're going with them," he offered.

"Let me," I said.

Jon's mom was much more informative about the party than Jon. She explained how the six women coordinated and planned the events of the party, including how they dressed, how they undressed and the hoped for sex afterward. It worked out exactly how they planned and it was even better with Jon there.

I gave her enough information to assure her that neither Jon nor I would have a problem with a similar agenda. "We spent most of the evening naked and you'd be very popular," she reminded me.

"I'm not shy," I told her.

Jon and I didn't talk about the impending party during the weeks before the party. I knew he was thinking about it. I certainly was. His mom kept me up to date on the agenda the women had planned.

Jon and I slept at Jon's parents' house the Friday night before the party. We were cuddled up in bed wearing our party clothes when someone knocked on the bedroom door. I pulled the sheet up over my breasts and threw the rest of it over Jon's hips. "Yes," I called.

Jon's mom opened the door a crack. "Are you decent?" she asked.

"Decent enough," I said. "What's on your mind?"

Mom came into the room and sat at the end of the bed. She was wearing a thigh length, gauzy nightgown that didn't hide much. I could see her nipples and the outline of her pubic hair. So could Jon.

"Dad's gone to play tennis," she said. "So, I thought it was a good time to catch up and get ready for the party." She was rubbing Jon's calf while she talked.

"Is there new information about the party?" I asked.

"No," mom said. She continued to rub Jon's calf. "How's my Romeo?" she asked.

"Juliet?" Jon asked.

It struck me at that moment how naïve I had been about mom's initial statement about catching up. I looked at mom. "You... Jon... at the last party. You..."

Mom smiled and rubbed Jon's thigh.

"Romeo. Juliet. That's brilliant," I commented. "It banishes all the social and personal taboos. I should leave."

"You should stay," mom said. "In fact I want you to stay," she added.

Jon sat up on the bed and pulled me towards him. He kissed me. I love you," he said.

I returned his kiss. I know that," I said. "And you love her too," I told him.

Moments later, I was sitting on the side of the bed. Mom's nightgown was next to me and the sheet was bunched up in front of me. Juliet was stroking Romeo's erection. Romeo had his eyes closed and his body relaxed with Juliet's touch. I watched as Juliet leaned over and took Romeo's erection in her mouth and I watched Romeo's reflexive reaction to the new stimulation.

I watched Romeo's hips begin to flex in response to Juliet's oral attention. I watched as Juliet straddled Romeo's hips. I watched as Juliet rubbed Romeo's erection between her swollen labia and I had a perfect view as Romeo's erection disappeared into Juliet as she slid down on him.

Juliet began to slide up and down on Romeo and I watched her labia prolapse in and out as she moved. Juliet bent over and kissed Romeo. Then she pulled his head to her breast and tried to feed him her nipple. Romeo sucked on Juliet's nipple. Juliet closed her eyes and moaned. She sat down hard on him and her body began to shake uncontrollably. Romeo grabbed her hips and pushed up inside her. He joined her orgasm with an ejection that lasted four or five pulsations.

Romeo and Juliet lay alongside each other, breathing hard. Juliet reached out to me. I took her hand and she drew me towards her. I lay on her, our breasts pressed together and she kissed me. "Thank you," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"For sharing Romeo with me," Juliet confessed.

"Romeo to you. Jon to me. He may be the same guy but he's different man to each of us," I told her.

"I love that," Juliet said and she kissed me again. Things escalated after that. Jon ended up sitting on the end of the bed while Juliet and I struggled for position. I ended up on my back with Juliet between my legs and my clitoris between her lips and teeth. My orgasm was a thing of beauty and I was determined to have it again. Meanwhile, I owed Juliet an orgasm. I rolled her on her back, pushed her legs high in the air, and kneeled between her legs. She tasted wonderful, warm and smooth like an aged wine and not like the sharp and salty memories of other women of my college days.

I was having success with Juliet when Jon moved up behind me and stroked along my labia with his resurrected erection. He slid into me from behind. He pushed me forward and my teeth dragged slightly more tightly against Juliet's clitoris than I intended. Juliet's yelp proceeded her orgasm.

Meanwhile, Jon was having his way with me. I hadn't completely recovered from my orgasm and his movements inside me restarted my engine. Jon erupted inside me, Juliet kissed me, and my orgasm happened simultaneously.

Sometime later, Jon was laying on his back with a naked woman in each arm. I can't imagine what he was feeling but I knew it wouldn't be the first time we were all together like this. Juliet looked over Jon's chest at me. "I need a way to refer to you. Becca is for Jon. I need a name for me."

"How about Romena?" I suggested.

"Romena? I'm unfamiliar with the name Romena," commented Juliet.

"It's a perfectly good northern European name," I educated her. "Somewhere near Poland and the Baltic."

"Romeo and Romena," Juliet mulled the similarities. "I like it," she said.

"And you can still be Juliet to both of us," I concluded.

Juliet freed herself and left the bedroom. Jon rolled on top of me. "What was that all about?" he asked.

"Your mother is a magnificent woman," I said. "I couldn't resist and I'm glad I didn't."

"I agree. Juliet is a magnificent woman," Jon said. "I didn't know that you were interested in women."

"There's a lot about me that you don't know," I challenged him. "Marry me and I'll reveal all of my surprises eventually."

I got off the bed, pulled on shorts and t-shirt, no panties, no bra, grabbed mom's nightgown, and left the bedroom. I caught up to mom in the kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. I tossed the nightgown to her. "You should at least put this on before your husband gets home," I told her.

She finished her coffee, grabbed her nightgown, and left the kitchen. I poured a mug of coffee for myself and was sitting at the kitchen table when Jon arrived in jeans and no shirt. He got his own mug of coffee and sat across from me at the table. Ten minutes later, Jon's dad arrived home. He was wearing white tennis shorts and a white Polo shirt. He greeted me enthusiastically, almost ignoring Jon. I knew he knew about Jon and his wife and I assumed he was having similar thoughts about him and me. I was willing to let that play out, maybe as soon as this evening.

Later, we were gathered in the master bedroom, getting dressed for the party. Jon's dad wore long shorts over his bathing suit and another white Polo shirt. He left the room to watch television while he waited for us to get ready.

Mom walked out of the closet with the green dress she had worn to the last party and a plastic bag. She took a dress out of the bag on the bed and handed it to me. It was a light green version of the same dress. "Here's the deal," she said. "We're all wearing the same dress as we wore at the last party only, tonight, without bathing suits, panties or bras."

We peeled off our current clothing. I watched as mom wrapped her green dress around her body and tied it around her waist. I did the same with my light green dress. It was incredibly comfortable but I was mildly uneasy about not wearing panties. I'd gone braless before but having the air move around my pussy as I walked was a new experience.

Mom and I waited while Jon put on his swim trunks and a t-shirt. The three of us joined dad in the living room. We were due at Dorothy and Sven's place at six pm. We left for the short walk up the block at five to six.

Dorothy met us at the door. She was wearing a red dress with the same design as mom's and mine. I assumed she was naked beneath her dress. Over the next fifteen minutes, four more couples arrived. Each of the women wore the same dress but in different colors. I was introduced to all of them but I was having a problem remembering all their names. I had minimal success in relating the names of the women with the color of their dress, Susan in blue and Loni in aqua, but the names of their husbands and who was with who eluded me.

Over the next hour, the party was a typical backyard bar-b-que party. Sven was grilling hamburgers, ribs, and prawns and Dorothy had an array of various salads and desserts on a nearby portable table. A second table had a cooler filled with various brands of beer, two pitchers of cocktails, and empty plastic glassware. We ate and got to know each other better. Despite Jon's warning to me, I was mystified at the attention all of the men, except Jon, gave me. The all managed to spend time talking to me, sometimes in groups of three or four, and most came by repeatedly. Loni, who was seated next to me at a table, elbowed me. Smiling, she commented, "Leave something for the rest of us."

"What?" I asked.

"You've got most of the attention," she clarified.

"I've noticed but I don't understand," I confessed. "I'm not trying to monopolize the men."

"You're young and single," Loni explained.

"I can't help that," I said.

"Don't worry," Loni said. "We're all cool with it. There's plenty of men to go around and lots of time before we turn into pumpkins again."

*** --- ***

I was sitting at a nearby table with Butch and Chuck, watching Becca deal with her popularity. All the men, including Butch and Chuck, were trying to ingratiate themselves with Becca in hopes of discovering what she had under her dress later. I didn't know if all the flattery was affecting Becca. I'd never seen her in a similar situation and I didn't have a clue how she might respond. I was sure of one thing, at least one of them was going to get laid tonight and Becca was going to be his partner.

Butch and Chuck went to get replacement beers and I was sitting alone at the table. I was startled when a woman's voice spoke, "You do know, Jon, how incredibly lucky you are, don't you?"

I turned. Chelsey was standing behind me. I pushed out a chair in invitation and she sat down. "If you're referring to my relationship with Becca," I said. "Then you are absolutely right."

"She's beautiful and so calm with all the attention," Chelsey commented.

"She's always been beautiful and I know she'd embarrass everyone of them with her sexual energy," I told her.

Chelsey laughed. "I'd like to see that," she wished. "Tell me, does she embarrass you?"

I wasn't sure how to answer her without information she didn't need to know. "I've never failed to clear every hurdle she's ever erected," I said.

"I've heard that," Chelsey responded.

"Really? From who?" I asked.

Butch and Chuck came back with three beers. They noticed I was talking with Chelsey, put one beer on the table, and moved on.

"I missed time with you at the last party so I only have secondhand knowledge to go on," Chelsey deflected. "However, we could correct that tonight?"

"I'll look for you," I said.

"Why wait?" she asked.

"Now?"

Chelsey stood up. "Follow me," she said and started for the patio door to the house.

I stood up, took a long pull on the beer, and followed her into the house. We ended up in the guest room on the second floor. Chelsey closed the door, turned towards me and kissed me. "Are you all right with an early start on the festivities?" she asked.

"We can be as festive as you want," I told her. I took her face in both hands and kissed her, more erotically than the kiss she gave me. "But I suggest we get serious," I added.

Chelsey moaned against me. She stepped back and tried to remove my shirt. I helped her and she tossed my shirt somewhere behind me. She ran her fingers through the hair on my chest and played with my nipples. Her touch was sensual and had the desired effect on me.

Chelsey noticed and smiled. She kissed me and stepped back. She began to pull on the tie holding her dress together. She had a coy grin as she slowly pulled the ends of the tie apart. Her dress fell on her body loosely. She took the sides of her dress in her hands and opened it slowly until she was holding it wide away from her body. As I expected, she was totally naked underneath.

Chelsey's breasts were attractive. They were about the size of navel oranges with tan areola and dark nipples that extended almost a half inch from her breast. She had an innie navel and a jungle of pubic hair.

She let her dress fall to the floor and sat on the bed. I pushed my trunks down and kicked them aside. Chelsey reached out, gently held my erection, and pulled me towards her. She slid back on the bed, lay on her back, spread her legs and patted the bed. I crawled up beside her, kissed her and palmed her right breast.

Chelsey's eyes closed. I kissed her neck. She turned her head and stretched her neck for another kiss. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, her chest, and moved towards her breast. I held her breast in my hand and kissed her nipple. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and pressed my tongue against it. Chelsey moaned and held my head in both hands.

I moved from her breast and began to kiss down her body towards her navel. She held my head in both hands. "Not there," she said softly.

I moved back up alongside her. I used one finger to turn her head in my direction. "Chelsey," I said. "A woman is the most beautiful creation ever imagined. Her hair, her eyes, her nose, and her lips are works of art. Every woman is different but every one is beautiful.

"Her breasts are unique. Looking at them, touching them, is every man's fantasy. But the complexity of her genitals is even more beautiful. Her sex is an abundance of sensations that no man can resist.

"The vision of her aroused genitals is one of the many wonders every man wants to experience. Touching a woman's vulva is another experience that should not be denied. Touching the smoothness of her excited major labia is inviting. The texture of her inner labia is exciting and the creases between them consuming. Discovering the hardness of her clitoris and the warmth of her vagina as his fingers slide into her is an act of love for both of them. Her aroma is intoxicating and invites him to savor her taste. Finally, the sounds she makes while he pleasures her encourages him to further effort and the sounds her body makes as he penetrates her provokes his desire to maximize her response.

"I don't know of any other activity that incorporates every sensation available to a man than the oral exploration of a woman's most private organs."

Chelsey's eyes had closed while I spoke to her. I kissed her lips and then her nipples. When I started to kiss down her torso, she didn't stop me again. I nuzzled her navel and carved a path through her pubic hair with my fingers. Her hips began to tremble as my fingers touched her clitoris. I kissed through the part in her pubic hair and kissed her clitoris. Her tremble elevated and her clitoris enlarged. I sucked her clitoris between my lips. Chelsey moaned loudly. I slid two fingers inside her vagina. Her body shook uncontrollably.

I pressed her clitoris between my tongue and my fingers inside her. Her body arched and viscus liquid flowed onto my hand and dripped on the bed beneath us. I sensed that she was screaming but I heard no sounds.

I positioned myself between her legs and, when her convulsion was almost over, I slid my erection inside her. Chelsey wrapped her arms around my body and her legs around my hips like a bear trap. Her vagina compressed my erection and I struggled to move inside her. Minutes later, she began to convulse explosively. She actually screamed and I unleashed a torrent of ova seeking sperm inside her.

I lay on top of Chelsey, our legs and arms entangled and my former erection pressed against her vagina. Tears were running down her face. I kissed the tears from her cheeks. She put an arm over my neck and kissed me. "What did you do to me?" she asked.

"Only what you wanted me to do to you," I informed her.

"I did, didn't I?" she asked. "Only I wasn't prepared for what that meant. I don't think I can ever have normal sex again."

"I disagree," I said. "Only it's a new normal."

"For me maybe," she conceded. "But how about Archie?"

"You know what to do. All you have to do is teach it to him," I suggested.

"That's a huge task," Chelsey said.

"It is but think about the fun you'll have doing it," I offered.

Chelsey laughed.

We should get dressed and get back to the others," I said.

"I don't think I can," Chelsey admitted.

"You have to," I said. "You're part of the floor show."

"I am," she agreed. "Help me up."

Together we made it to the bathroom. Chelsey felt better after she peed and washed her face and thighs. She had great fun cleaning my genitals. "You owe me," she said.

"What do I owe you?" I asked.

"An up-close examination of this," she answered while holding my testicles.

"I'm not nearly as interesting as you are," I replied.

"Jon, did you mean all those words you said to me?" Chelsey asked seriously.

"I did. Every word and I'd welcome an opportunity to get up close and personal with you again."

"That's a promise I intend to keep," laughed Chelsey.

Back in the bedroom, we dressed and went downstairs. We blended in. I don't think anyone missed us.

Near half past seven, Dorothy began to gather the women. Together, including Becca, they headed for the patio door to the house, leaving Boyd and Archie alone at the table where Becca had been seated.

There was an air of expectation among the men left on the patio. We remembered something similar at the last party and wondered what the women were planning for tonight. We moved around and sat at two neighboring tables with a good view of the pool. There was some trash talk about who wanted to fuck who and who might be the first to fuck Becca. I managed to keep myself calm and keep my thoughts to myself. I knew who would be the last to fuck Becca.

A short time later, the patio door opened and Dorothy led the women single file out onto the patio. Each of them was holding a plastic flute of champagne. There didn't seem to be any pattern to their order in the line except that Becca was last. They stopped along the side of the pool with their backs to the water. Most of the men slid forward on their chairs.

Nobody moved. Even the air seemed calm. Dorothy took a step forward. She drank her champagne and put the glass on the pool deck. With everyone watching her, even the other women, she slowly untied her dress and spread it wide, exposing her body. She turned around and dropped her dress on the pool deck. She stood still for several seconds while we absorbed the contours of her back, cheeks and thighs and, then took two steps forward and dropped into the pool.

The audience was silent. The way Dorothy had moved was paralyzing. The men acted as if none of them had ever seen her naked before, even Sven. I watched Liz's lips as she counted to ten. She stepped forward and repeated Dorothy's performance before she dropped into the pool.

One at a time, each of the women stepped forward, drank her champagne, shed her dress, displayed her ass and dropped into the pool until only Becca remained. I noticed signs of nervousness as Becca counted to ten. She took a breath, stepped forward, gulped her champagne, untied her dress, spread it wide, turned around, dropped her dress, shook her ass, and dropped into the pool with the other women.

Nobody moved. Nobody had a clue about what to do next. Then I had an inspiration. I stood up and walked to the edge of the pool facing the water. The women gathered in front of me. I think they had an inkling of what I was about to do. I counted to ten. I pulled off my t-shirt and tossed on top of the nearest dress on the pool deck. I put my thumbs in the waistband of my swim trunks and paused. I could hear the breathing of the women in the pool. I turned around and pushed my trunks off my feet. I shook my ass and turned around, my erection swinging in front of me, and I dropped into the pool among the women.

I landed facing Susan. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Thank you. I accept," she said and began to lead me toward the steps at the end of the pool. I looked back when Susan and I got to the patio door. Two of the men remained seated. Three others were in various positions behind Susan and me, and one of them was standing at the side of the pool. Loni, Chelsey and Becca were still in the pool. An hour ago, the men were salivating at the thought of being the first to get into Becca's pants. Now that she wasn't wearing any, they seemed reluctant to follow through. I speculated that the last man in the pool would be the first man inside Becca.

*** --- ***

I watched from the pool between Loni and Chelsey as Susan led Jon across the patio to the door of the house. Three of the men had jumped in the pool and Dorothy, Liz and mom, I couldn't help thinking of her as Juliet, were moving out of the pool and across the patio. Butch jumped into the pool and Loni grabbed him. Sven moved to the edge of the pool. I looked for Chelsey. Alone, she was following Butch and Loni. I was the only one left in the pool. I held out my arms and Sven landed in front of me. I kissed him and we started for the stairs out of the pool. As we walked across the patio we passed Archie standing next to one of the tables. He looked forlorn. I grabbed his hand and brought him with Sven and me.

Sven led us to the master bedroom. The door was closed. "Are you sure there's nobody in there?" I asked.

"Dot promised to keep it empty," he told me.

He opened the door and we walked in. The bedroom was empty. I closed the door. "Can Archie stay?" I asked Sven.

"Not my call," he said.

I snapped the waistband of Archie's Niki Swims. "If you're going to stay, this has to go," I told him.

Sven and I watched as Archie stripped off his bathing suit. I couldn't help making comparisons. Both Sven and Archie were semi hard and about the same size. I knew from research while I was in nursing school that the average male erection was just over five inches in length, even between ethnic groups as I learned from the few black men that bedded me. Neither Sven nor Archie was going to be far from average and I suspected that I couldn't tell one from the other blindfolded. However, neither of them was going to impress me more than Jon.

With Archie naked, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. I assumed that if I was alone with either of them, we would kiss and proceed from there. With two men and only me, there seemed to be an inability to begin.

"Well, guys," I asked. "How do we do this?"

"What?" asked Archie.

"Do you take turns or do we all climb on the bed and see who gets up first?" I asked.

Nobody moved. "This is silly," I said. I reached out and took both of their penises, one in each hand. That caused a reaction. Both of them closed their eyes. I began to stroke both of them and maneuvered us to the side of the bed. I sat and they sat on either side of me.

Archie began to grow larger in my hand. I released Sven, rolled off the bed between Archie's legs and took his growing erection in my mouth. With my right hand, I moved Sven closer to Archie until their thighs touched so I could continue to stroke him while sucking Archie. Sven caught up to Archie. I moved to between his legs and sucked on his erection while stroking Archie with my left hand. There was a slight difference in taste between the men. I had experience sucking quite a few men but never two men so close in time. The difference in taste was interesting and I couldn't wait to taste Jon, or someone else, to see if the distinction was unusual.

Sven's erection pulsed in my mouth. I released him, avoiding his impending orgasm. I crawled up on the bed, lay back and spread my legs. "Come here," I said. Sven moved to on his knees between my legs. He held his erection in his hand, ready for action. "No. No," I said. "Not yet," I told him.

Sven seemed confused. "Let me," said Archie.

Archie moved Sven aside and lay down with his face buried in my pussy. I lifted my legs high over his head and spread them wide. He was very good. He knew all the right moves in all the right places. I waved Sven over next to my head so I could continue to suck on him while Archie sucked on me.

Archie brought me to the edge of an orgasm. It wasn't going to be legendary so I let it flow. "Your turn?" I asked Sven. He nodded enthusiastically and changed places with Archie. Sven wasn't an amateur. Within seconds, he had me struggling to contain another orgasm. I failed and Sven received a liquid blessing for his good work.

I wanted to get to the next step and Sven was in position. I turned over and got on my knees. I took Archie into my mouth and wiggled my ass at Sven. He didn't need another invitation and I felt his erection slide slowly between my labia and into my vagina. His rhythm was different from Jon but it worked just as well. Another orgasm was building inside me when he suggested changing places with Archie.

Archie did not have to be asked more than once. Sven slid out of me and a second later, Archie slid into me, a new erection, a new rhythm and a new orgasm. That's when I lost control of the situation.

On a schedule that Sven and Archie intuited, and I couldn't determine, they began to switch places, each time bringing me close to an orgasm. It was simultaneously stimulating and frustrating. I needed to break the cycle. When Sven pulled out of me on his way to a change with Archie, I turned over and lifted my legs. Archie quickly adapted and entered me on my back. However, Sven was lost. I stroked his erection with my hand to help him adjust without losing his erection.

I wasn't as apt to orgasm in this position and I wondered if I had made the right choice. I decided to change things again. I urged Archie to roll on his back and I mounted him. In this position, I had more control. "Now for something entirely different," I thought.

I wasn't unfamiliar with anal intercourse but I'd never had the opportunity to try it when I was fucking another man. I asked Sven to move behind me. I leaned over Archie and wiggled my ass at Sven for the second time. This time he wasn't so quick to accommodate me. "Come on, Sven," I said. "It's not that difficult."

"I've never done that," he said.

"I'll do it," called Archie.

"Do you two want to change places again? I asked.

The three of us scrambled around until I was riding Sven and Archie was positioned behind my ass. Archie wasn't shy. He pressed his erection against my sphincter. We both added saliva until the head of his erection popped inside me. Once inside, he pushed to his limit.

Archie and Sven tried several rhythms inside me. They alternated in and out of me. They moved in and out of me in tandem and settled on that as the ideal approach. My orgasm built inside me beginning at my primitive brain and spreading down my spine to include my vagina and my bowels.

Archie climaxed first. The heat of his ejaculation set off Sven and he filled me with hot sperm. I exploded in response. My orgasm rattled all three of us and the bed. I peed all over Sven and forced both of them out of me, before collapsing alongside Sven with Archie half on me and half on Sven.

We took several minutes to catch our breath. I scrambled from under Archie, stood next to the bed for a moment to get my balance before I headed for the adjacent bathroom. I finished peeing and cleaned myself with toilet paper before noticing the over large walk-in shower next to me. I turned on the shower to heat the water. "Hey, Sven," I called towards the bedroom. "You didn't tell me you had such a cool shower."

I was in the shower soaping up a washcloth when Sven and Archie walked into the bathroom. Archie headed for the toilet. Sven joined me in the shower. I washed and held his penis while he peed on the shower floor. I was working on his back when Archie joined us in the shower. We washed each other without obvious erotic intent. We dried each other with wonderfully thick towels and headed back downstairs to join the others.

The others turned out to be Susan and Jon. I noticed Chelsey sitting alone at one of the tables on the other side of the patio. She was holding a glass half full of liquid. I grabbed a glass and the pitcher of cocktails that matched the color of her drink and sat at the table with her.

I refilled her glass and poured a glass for me. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she said. "Actually, I don't think I've ever felt better," she assured me.

"Then why are you sitting alone when there's all this naked male flesh walking around?" I asked.

"I don't want to spoil my great feeling with sex as usual," Chelsey said.

"Interesting," I commented. "Does Jon have anything to do with it." I asked.

Chelsey's eyes opened wide. "How did you know?" she asked.

"I saw you leave with Jon earlier and, in case you don't remember, I have sex with Jon every day."

"Is it always that good?" she asked.

"I came here tonight to rediscover what normal sex is like," I stated.

Chelsey laughed. "I can't imagine why that would be necessary. Why dilute the memory of great sex?"

"Because then the great sex is even greater the next time," I told her.

"I think I get it," Chelsey said. "Except that I don't have the contact with Jon the way you do."

"I think I might be able to help you, at least until the middle of August," I suggested.

"That would seem like cheating somehow," Chelsey said.

"Maybe we can work something out that also includes Archie," I offered.

"That's a possibility," considered Chelsey.

"We'll work on it," I said. "Meanwhile, would you consider sex with someone other than a man?"

"You?" asked Chelsey. "I've never had sex with another woman."

"It's different but it can be very satisfying," I told her.

"Now?" she asked.

"Why not?" I replied.

"Where?"

"There's got to be an empty bedroom somewhere," I suggested.

Chelsey and I walked up to the door to the house together. Jon noticed. He'd have questions later. I hoped I'd be glad to answer them.

We found an empty bedroom upstairs. It looked like it had belonged to Dorothy and Sven's daughter. It was all pink and had posters of rock stars and movie stars without their shirts, and a standard-sized bed. It was perfect.

I closed the bedroom door and tapped Chelsey on the shoulder. She turned around and I kissed her. In that moment, I realized that I'd spent over an hour with Sven and Archie and I hadn't kissed either of them. But I kissed Chelsey. I wonder what that meant.

If Chelsey was surprised, she didn't show it. She threw her arms around me and kissed me back. We struggled towards the bed together. I pushed her on the bed. She fell on her back and I kissed her breasts. She hugged me as if I was pulling her from quicksand. She spread her legs and invited me to explore her sex. Her orgasms were quick and rapid. Later she did something similar to me.

"Chelsey, are you really all right?" I asked as we lay together a few minutes later.

"Becca, I didn't know an hour ago," she confessed. "I thought I was lost. My life seemed to be a fraud."

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"I spent an hour with Jon," she said.

"My fiancé?" I asked. "I saw you leave with him earlier."

"You have no idea how special Jon is," stated Chelsey.

"Oh, I know it. He proves it every night," I told her.

"He showed me a world that I didn't know existed. It was such a simple thing but it woke me up. I couldn't believe how wonderful I felt afterward. Then I began to think about it. Why did I not know it sooner? How could I miss such an obvious thing? I began to get into a funk. I began to blame Archie for everything in my life that didn't make me happy.

"When you kissed me, something snapped. Here was another example of something that could make me happy. I needed you to show me that I could feel everything from someone other than just Jon. It isn't Archie. It's me. I can change and I can take Archie with me."

"Are you talking about sex?" I asked.

"Exactly," she said.

"Don' worry about Archie," I told her. "He's there and he's waiting for you."

We went back to the party. I couldn't find Jon. Celeste found Archie and they left holding hands. I imagined them walking up the block on the way home naked.

I found the pitcher of cocktails on the table where Celeste and I left it, poured a glass for myself and sat at the table wondering how the evening had become a therapy session. Jon didn't come by but Boyd did. I left my drink for the second time and went upstairs with Boyd.

Sex with Boyd was predictable and pleasurable. He brought me to an orgasm twice and he came all over my back when he pulled out rather than cum inside me. I was back at the table with my warm drink forty minutes later.

Jon came out of the house with Dorothy a few minutes later. He grabbed a beer and sat at the table with me. "Jon," I said. "I think we need to revise our agreement."

"About sharing with others?" he asked.

"Only the part where we don't tell each other," I explained. "I think we can actually grow together even more is we are honest and complete with each other. Not talking about it is like keeping secrets and secrets can do more to damage a relationship than the truth."

"I can agree with that," Jon said.

"Great," I said. "Tell my what you did to Chelsey?"

"Let's go home and I'll be honest with you," Jon suggested.

We found our clothing, said goodbye to everyone, and walked home.

Pool Party Six Couples plus Jonathon and Becca

Jonathon(Jon) 23 Becca 21

Mom (Juliet) 44 Dad(Arnold)

Dorothy(Dot) Anderson Sven

Susan MacDonald Boyd

Chelsey Harper Archie

Elizabeth(Liz) Stokes Butch

Loni Williams Chuck

Becca Light Green

Mom Green

Dorothy Red

Susan Blue

Chelsey White

Liz Silver

Loni Aqua

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