The Hostess' Revenge Pt. 02

"What the fuck?"

Jenny smiled to herself as her soon-to-be-ex-husband's yell echoed through the house. She hadn't been a total monster, and had waited until the day after Christmas before giving him the divorce papers, the photos and file from the private investigator, and then sending the email with the video of her and Doug on it.

George had ranted and yelled, and she had merely stood there, arms folded, waiting for him to wind down. She'd also had a cannister of pepper spray in one hand, under her arm, hidden from view. She was pretty sure he wouldn't actually turn violent, but it was never a bad thing to be on the safe side. When he was done, or pausing for breath, she said, "You cheated on me. With Missy of all people. We're done. You have two choices. You can fight me on this, and everything comes out in court, or you can agree to the split, and it's all over." Then she had walked away, letting him think that over.

He had lost his mind when he'd seen the video of her and Doug. Jenny had been, in a way, more surprised than George was. Letting Doug take her ass, on video, had just been her revenge for George cheating. She hadn't expected to enjoy it, which she very much had, as the video showed. Since moving to the guest room, she had, in fact, been curious to see if that time with Doug had been a fluke. It wasn't, as she proved with her favorite vibrator. Several times.

The yell she had just heard was, she was sure, George finding out about the surprise she'd coded into the video. Jenny was exceptional with computers, and had used a few tricks on the file she'd sent him. Sure enough, a moment or two later, George came storming out of what had been their bedroom, stomping up to her where she sat on the living room couch. "What did you do?" he demanded, not quite yelling, not quite talking normally.

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at him blandly.

"That video. It's gone."

"What video?" She had been careful to never talk about it, and never refer to it in any email.

"The fucking video of Doug taking your ass you sent to humiliate me!"

"George, you know I don't do anal. I don't know what you're talking about."

He practically growled at her. "You did something to my computer."

"No, I didn't. And I don't want to see what's on your computer. More of you and Missy, maybe?"

His eyes flicked nervously back the way he'd come. Wow, she thought, did he actually have a sex tape of his affair? Not that the PI's pictures had left anything in doubt. Although Jenny had been a little surprised that Missy apparently really, really liked reverse-cowgirl.

"You're just as bad as I am," he spat at her.

That might have been true, but her saying something like, "You started it," might have been closer to an admission of something than she wanted. So, Jenny got off the couch and walked to the door. "I'm not the one who's been having a running affair with Missy for the past three months." The PI had managed to trace it back at least that far, and Jenny wouldn't have been surprised if he had been doing it longer. Or with other women. "I'm going for a walk," she said, pulling on her coat. Jenny was a big believer in exercise, and walking was actually a lot better than a lot of people thought it was.

She stopped at the mailbox and sorted through what was in there. Although part of her was tempted to drop everything addressed to George into the snow, Lucas, her lawyer, had given her a long list of do's and don't's. Poor Lucas probably would have flipped out if he'd known about the video, but she wasn't worried about it. She'd coded it right. Taking just the things addressed to her, Jenny walked out of the neighborhood and about a half mile to Adrianna's. The coffee shop/bakery/café was one of her favorite places, and everyone there knew her.

As she walked in the door, Raph, the newest hire behind the counter, glanced up. "Usual?" he asked. There were only two people ahead of her, and they were sort of vaguely familiar.

"Please," she said, and soon was at a corner table with a large espresso and an apple fritter. The food here was one of the reasons she needed to be so careful about her workouts, and what she ate the rest of the time. Most of the mail was either junk or bills, but one envelope caught her attention.

"You are cordially invited to a New Year's Eve party. Please let us know if you're coming. Please do not invite anyone else. Looking forward to seeing you, Frieda and Tony."

Jenny flushed for a moment, remembering Freida walking in on her and Doug during their bout of hot revenge sex. She flipped the envelope over, making sure that it had been addressed just to her. There was no way she was going to a New Year's Party with George, but no, it was just for her. With a smile, Jenny pulled out her phone and sent a "yes" to Frieda's email as a reply.

Before she was even done with her fritter, her phone pinged. Jenny read, "Great! I'm so glad you're coming. Please bring one nice dress and a bathing suit. Unless you prefer to go without one." Jenny's cheeks flushed a bit at that, and she wondered what Frieda was up to. She supposed she'd find out in a few days.

The week between Christmas and New Year's is often a strange time. So many people are on vacation, and the ones that aren't tend not to do much work. Jenny, for obvious reasons, didn't want to take up vacation time to hang around the house with George, who was alternately sulking and glaring at her. So the days went by fairly normally for her, and she got a lot more done at work than usual since there were fewer distractions. Finally, at noon on the 31st, Vickki, her boss, stuck her head in Jenny's office. "Go home already. You doing anything tonight?"

Jenny smiled. "Yeah, actually, got a party invite."

Vickki nodded. "Good," then she paused. "He's not coming with you, is he?"

Jenny laughed. "No, the invitation was specifically just for me."

"Ok, I'm glad. It's good you have friends of your own." Vickki hovered in the doorway and Jenny wondered what the other woman wasn't saying. "Hey, if things get bad at home, you can come stay with me."

Jenny managed, barely, to keep her jaw from dropping in surprise. "Thank you. I really appreciate that. I don't think things will go south that far, but really. Thanks." Jenny was flustered and touched by the offer. She and Vickki had always gotten along alright, but this was something completely unexpected.

Vickki nodded, standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. "When Derrick and I split... it got ugly." She folded her arms under her breasts. "Really ugly." She shrugged. "I don't want someone else to have go through that."

Jenny stood, went over to Vickki, and gave her a hug that surprised them both. "I'm sorry that happened, and really, thank you so much."

Vickki stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into the hug. "You're welcome. Just take care of yourself." She tightened her arms, then let go. "See you later."

"Thanks for not saying 'see you next year'," Jenny responded.

Vickki gave a big theatrical shudder. "I hate when people do that."

Jenny headed for the gym. She wanted to get in a workout and didn't really want to be home. After completing a circuit on the various machines, and spending an hour on the treadmill, she showered and got her bag out of her locker. She had no idea what Frieda was planning for tonight, but she was going to be ready. Jenny had shaved her legs that morning, and double checked she hadn't missed any spots, then got dressed. She had picked out a red dress with gold accents and a plunging neckline. The shoes were medium heels, nothing like the ankle-breakers she'd worn for the Christmas party and her seduction of Doug. At the bottom of the bag was a bikini she'd never actually worn in public. Jenny was confident about herself, and overall happy with her body, but even by her standards, this was a very, very small suit. But, new year, new me, she thought to herself. She worked hard to stay in shape, and nature had been very kind, so she was going to be confident and daring. Or at least fake it.

She spent some time in the gym's attached café, and noticed she was drawing some admiring glances. Jenny was feeling a lot better about her choice of dress now. She used her laptop to finish a last few things for work, then went through her various social media sites. In spite of herself, she checked on both George's and Missy's pages. Neither one had said anything about their pending divorces, and she didn't see any mention of plans for the night. Was George going to stay at home and sulk? That was his loss, if so.

Just as she was packing up, her phone buzzed. Pulling it out, her lips curved in a smile and her heart actually sped up a little when she saw Doug's name. They hadn't talked since the party, and she'd wondered how he felt about what they'd done.

"Hey. Are you going to Freida and Tony's tonight?"

Her smile got bigger. "Yup, about to leave for there," she typed back.

"Good. I was hoping to see you there."

Jenny glanced down at her dress and her first thought was he'd see a lot of her. Her second was there would be even more if she went through with the bikini. And her third, in quick succession, was he'd already seen all of her. That made her cheeks go red again, but she felt a warmth inside, too.

"See you soon," she sent back and then went out to her car. She put her laptop case in the trunk, and dropped her bag on the front seat. In addition to the bikini, she had a change of clothes and a few things in case she stayed overnight. Thinking about that too much gave her serious butterflies in her stomach, so she put that thought away for now.

Frieda and Tony's place was one of the biggest in the neighborhood, and the driveway was largely hidden from the street by hedges. Jenny had never appreciated that more than tonight. She had no idea what George was going to be doing, but the last thing she needed was him walking by, seeing her car, and causing a scene. Or finding out anything to help him with the divorce case. Part of her realized coming to a party where anything might happen wasn't a good idea, but dammit, the man had screwed up enough of her life already.

She debated wearing her coat to the door, but decided she wanted to make an entrance. It wasn't that far, and she'd be fine. Jenny got out and hurried across the drive, then rang the doorbell. In moments, Freida was there, a huge smile on her face. "I'm so glad you made it, come in, come in." Freida was taller than Jenny, but then, so were most people. Tonight, Freida looked stunning in a deep blue strapless dress with gloves that went up to her mid-bicep. "You look like Marilyn Monroe," Jenny said as they hugged once the door was closed behind them.

"Thank you," the taller woman said with a smile. Her blonde hair was up in some kind of elegant bun, showing off her long neck. She eyed Jenny with an appreciative smile. "Are things ok at home?"

Jenny nodded. "Yeah, but I don't want to talk about that or think about him tonight."

Freida nodded. "That's more than fair. Just tell me if there's a way we can help. Otherwise, let's just have fun tonight.'

"Who else is here?" Jenny asked.

Frieda just smiled. "Come in and see."

Their living room was gorgeous, a warm blend of Mediterranean colors that Jenny loved. There was a remarkably comfortable looking couch facing a big screen tv, a fireplace with an actual fire going in it, and a few tables in shadowy recesses along the sides of the room. She could smell something delicious wafting out of the kitchen, and on the other side of the living room was a table set for... four? How small was this party? Jenny wondered.

"We still haven't gotten all our Christmas decorations put away," Freida said, then glanced upward.

Jenny looked up and saw she was standing under a fairly large display of mistletoe. "Do you mind?" Frieda asked in a voice suddenly gone low and husky. Jenny mutely shook her head, wondering what was happening and what kind of night this was going to be. Freida bent down and gave Jenny a long, slow kiss on the lips. Despite knowing it was coming, at first, Jenny was startled, but then relaxed into it, feeling Freida pressing up against her.

Freida finally let her go, and Jenny murmured, "Merry Christmas," which made the other woman chuckle.

"In all seriousness, if there's anything you're not comfortable with tonight, just say so, ok? It's really ok."

Jenny glanced at Freida and wondered just what she had planned, but nodded. "Ok," she said. What had she gotten herself into?

The door to the kitchen swung open, and Doug came out, carrying a tray of appetizers. He was wearing dark gray pants and a light blue shirt that really brought out his eyes. He smiled when he saw Jenny, and she felt her stomach flutter in a way it hadn't for a long time. "Hi," she said. "Need a hand?"

"Just putting this on the table," he said, then hugged her. Jenny suddenly couldn't remember if she'd told Doug about Freida seeing them. She wasn't sure she had.

"Is anyone else coming?" she asked.

Freida smiled and shook her head. "No. I hope you don't mind, but we decided we'd have a more... exclusive... gathering this year. Is that all right?"

Jenny felt heat pooling in her belly and said, "That's fine," at the same time Doug said "That's ok with me."

"I'm very glad to hear that," Freida said. "Now, shall we try some of Tony's delicious treats?"

Jenny knew Tony was good at the grill, but hadn't known he cooked, also. There were what looked like Chinese dumplings, boneless wings, and deviled eggs. Doug smiled and grabbed for one of the last. "I love these things," he said.

Jenny had never cared for them, but was quite happy to try the dumplings. Serving herself one and some sauce, she immediately made some appreciative noises.

"Glad those are a hit," came a voice from behind her, and Jenny turned to see Tony coming out of the kitchen. He had a plain white apron, no bad jokes printed on it, over black pants and a light gray shirt. He could have looked like a waiter but it actually worked for him.

"Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes," he said after hugging Jenny. She sort of wondered why he was wearing the apron, which appeared to be spotless. That was a neat trick. When she cooked, she looked like she'd been in some kind of food version of mud wrestling.

"What's the plan for the night?" Doug asked.

"Any one want a drink?" Tony asked as he walked over to the bar along one wall.

"That's not an answer," Doug said, although he was smiling as he went to the bar.

"There isn't really a plan," Freida answered. "We just thought it would be nice to spend some time with you two. And I'm sure you could each use a break for a bit."

Doug said, "I'll drink to that," then turned to Tony. "Whiskey, please."

Jenny got some red wine, and Freida selected a tequila sunrise, which made Jenny raise an eyebrow. "Hitting the hard stuff?"

Freida laughed. "Oh, not at all. I'm not drinking it straight." There was a pause and a wink. "Yet."

Jenny wondered again about Freida and some of the rumors about her. Was she really such a wild woman, or was this some kind of act she put on? Jenny flashed back to the kiss under the mistletoe and was pretty sure it wasn't an act.

Frieda gestured around the room. "We have food and drinks, and we both enjoy your company. I'm guessing from what I've seen and heard, that both of your marriages are in the process of coming apart, and that you don't have any real interest in continuing them. If that's true, yes, Tony and I would love to have some fun with you both tonight. And if you're not comfortable with that, that's fine as well, and we can just enjoy ourselves."

"What kind of fun?" Jenny asked breathlessly.

Frieda sipped from her drink again. "Well, ideally, having sex with both of you."

Doug didn't quite choke on his drink but he came close. "At the same time?" he asked once he could breathe again.

"Yes, but separately if that's better for either or both of you."

Jenny took in a deep breath, and looked at Freida, then Tony, then Doug. She thought about her big revenge plan, and how much she had surprised herself by cumming so hard with Doug's cock in her ass. What else had she been missing out on? She downed the rest of her wine, and held the glass out to Tony, who took it to the bar. "I can't speak for Doug," she began, and wondered if the heat on her cheeks was as obvious as it felt like it should be, "but... yes. I think, at least for tonight, I'm open for about anything, as long as nothing gets out. I don't want to give that bastard any leverage in the divorce."

"I think we can all agree that whatever happens tonight remains private." Tony didn't talk all that often, but when he did, his voice felt like it had some weight behind it.

Freida moved to Doug. "You absolutely don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. There's not going to be any pressure on you."

Doug looked at his drink, then at Freida, and laughed. "I've done a lot of things I never thought I'd do in the last week or so. And ya know what? It's been pretty great. So yeah, I'm in."

"Are you sure?" Jenny asked. She felt a little bad about dragging him into all this.

"Very," he said, then smiled at her. "Missy is at her folks' place. Did I tell you about them?" Jenny shook his head, and he went on. "Ultra-religious. She'll do whatever I ask her to if I promise those pictures don't come out in our divorce. I'm not going to be a dick, I'm not going to screw her over. But she's going to agree to a no-fault divorce and move back with her parents until she figures some shit out. They might eventually learn what happened, but it won't be from me."

"So, what happens now?" Jenny asked, trying to change the subject.

"Well, we can either just enjoy the drinks and chat a bit, or we can make use of a little game we've used sometimes as an icebreaker," Freida said, with a wicked glint in her eye.

"Game?" Jenny repeated.

"Oh, yes. It's quite fun. We have a jar with slips of paper in it. You draw one, and have to do what it says. Or, if you really don't want to, you take a card from the forfeit deck." As Frieda was talking, Tony crossed to the bar again, and brought out a jar and a small box. Frieda smiled at her husband. "How was it you described these?"

He smiled back at her. "They run from mild to wild," he answered. "Now who wants to go first?" he asked, glancing at the others.

Jenny drained her drink and walked forward. "Oh, why not?" There was a surge of excitement through her body. Was she really doing this? She reached in and pulled out a folded slip of paper, and then read, "Kiss whoever you want to." She smiled. "I think I played this in high school." Looking at the others, she walked over to Freida. "You."

The taller woman smiled and took a step, so close Jenny could feel her body heat now. Jenny wrapped her arms around Freida and pulled her in close, then kissed her. Jenny's lips parted and she found Frieda's tongue waiting for hers. The kiss went on, and Jenny finally stepped back, blinking.

Freida smiled at her. "You didn't even need the mistletoe that time."

Doug drew next and got "Tell the room about your most recent sexual encounter." He glanced at Jenny and she nodded, then went to refill her drink. "Well, not sure how to say this," he began, then just shook his head. "I took Jenny's ass so she could record it to get back at George for cheating on her."

Frieda laughed and clapped her gloved hands. "Oh, is that what was happening at the party? Jenny, dear, you could have come to me."

Jenny smiled and muttered, "I'm figuring that out," then louder, "But it was too perfect for it to be Doug, and he's really, really good." It was Doug's turn to blush now.

Tony got a card reading, "Tell everyone one thing you haven't done that you think everyone else has." His eyes resting on Jenny, he smiled and said, "From what I understand, everyone else here has seen your breasts except me."

Frieda laughed. "Perhaps that will change tonight," and Jenny went red again. Damn, why was she blushing so much?

Freida pulled a paper out, read it, then laughed and shook her head. "Or maybe we'll be doing the seeing in a different order." She held out the paper, which only had one word on it. "STRIP."

Freida turned to her husband. "Find me some good music?" Tony walked to the bar again and pressed some buttons. Frieda raised an eyebrow. "The Stripper? A bit on the nose, isn't it?" She sighed and began swaying her hips. "I'll make do." She strutted over to Doug, and gently pushed him into a chair, and then did the same with Jenny.

She brought her hand to her mouth and bit down on one of the glove's fingers. Frieda slowly tugged it off, one finger at a time, and then swayed over to Jenny. She wrapped the glove around the back of Jenny's neck and pulled her in for another kiss.

Freida moved back out from the chairs and then did the same with her other glove. She sat in Doug's lap and gave him an even longer kiss. She squirmed in his lap and then said, "Unzip me, Doug."

Jenny couldn't see his hand, but Frieda got up and walked between them again, one hand up at the neckline of her gown. Freida smiled at them both and then threw both hands up, giving herself an impressive shimmy as she did. The dress slid down her body, revealing that Freida was in very, very good shape, and was now wearing a strapless bra and panties in deep green. Frieda moved back to Jenny and straddled her lap, then reached behind her. Jenny felt nearly mesmerized as she heard the pop of the catch, even over the music. Freida shook her chest and the bra slid down and fell off. Frieda pulled Jenny's head to her chest and Jenny kissed Frieda's breast, then sucked on the very erect nipple. Freida made a low sound of pleasure, and then gently pushed Jenny back in her chair.

She danced over to Doug, and took his hands in hers. She guided him to her hips, and hooked his fingers in the edges of her panties. Doug, not being an idiot, slid them down. Frieda, now just in her heels, rocked to the music, closing her eyes, running her hands over her body. Jenny stared, and could see from the corner of her eye Doug was doing the same.

Freida's eyes were half-closed as her hands moved up and cupped her breasts. Her lips parted in a faint moan as her thumbs flicked her hard nipples, and Jenny swallowed. She liked to think she was open minded and experienced, but she'd never done anything like what Freida was doing now. Could she? Did she want to? With a moment's reflection, she realized the answer to the second question was a definite "yes."

"At the risk of interrupting, dinner is ready," Tony said. Frieda shook herself all over, like a cat stretching, and it was a very lovely effect.

"I hope everyone is hungry," Frieda said with a wink as she went to the table. Jenny just stared after her. Was she going to eat naked? Apparently so. She and Doug exchanged a somewhat dazed look and followed.

Dinner turned out to be salmon in some kind of brown sauce that was absolutely delicious, with glazed carrots and some hot rolls. "Did you make all this?" Jenny asked, digging in.

Tony nodded. "I did. I don't get to cook as often as I'd like, but with the holidays, I have more time."

Doug enjoyed another bite and asked, "You work in finance, or something? I'm sorry, I don't know you guys all that well." Which seemed a ridiculous thing to say with Freida sitting there naked and apparently unconcerned about it.

Tony nodded. "Yes, I'm a financial advisor. I've been fortunate enough to make some good calls over time."

Frieda laughed, eyes sparking. "Don't listen to him. He's a brilliant man who works very hard. His clients love him."

"I do all right," he said, looking a bit uncomfortable for the first time since Jenny had known him. "You're in computers, right?" he asked Jenny.

She nodded, her mouth full at the moment. "Yes, I do IT with a Rice Consultants. We have a few big clients around town," Jenny managed after she swallowed. "And seriously, Tony, this is great."

Doug kept looking at Freida, then away. Jenny was doing the same thing, just a bit more subtlety. Frieda laughed. "Doug, it's fine for you to look. Or maybe more, if you'd like to later." Doug flushed a deep red, but he stopped looking away every few seconds.

"Why did you have us bring bathing suits?" Jenny asked, trying to change the subject and save Doug some embarrassment.

"Well, we thought after dinner, we could go for a swim," Freida said. "We'll still have a few hours before midnight."

The dinner was enjoyable, and Jenny was slowly getting used to Freida being naked. Not that she didn't enjoy seeing her, just it was seeming less odd as the meal went on, and Freida herself was utterly unselfconscious about it. There were stories from most of their jobs, including some weird client requests from Doug's architecture office. Frieda didn't offer any stories, and just said she worked with a large law firm in the city. Jenny thought that was weirdly vague, but didn't want to pry or be a rude guest.

After dinner, Doug and Jenny were directed to rooms to change in, and told they could stay for the night if they wanted to. Jenny made sure her door was all the way closed before changing, and then spent a lot of time arguing with herself about the bikini. Finally, she told herself to shut up and pulled it on, and then spent longer than she'd expected wrestling the cups of the top over her breasts. Maybe she should have gone a size up after all.

Doug was coming out of his room about when she did, and he stopped in his tracks when he saw her. "Damn," she heard him breathe out. He was wearing a fairly normal gray set of swim trunks, and was in really good shape.

Jenny flushed, and said, "You've seen it all already."

He smiled and moved closer. "And you said I could have you again if I went along with that video idea."

She felt more heat flutter in her belly. "I said after the suits were over." Then, she was hit by a random thought and asked, "Did Missy see the video?"

He nodded, looked away for a moment, then looked back. "Yeah, um. She did. Not sure I should tell you the rest of it."

Jenny spread her arms wide, showing off the small red and black bikini. "Nothing to hide at this point."

Doug chuckled. "I think she went through the five-time limit in twelve hours, and I'm almost sure she was using one of her toys when she watched it at least once." He paused, then added, "She also said your tits were even better than she thought they'd be."

"I don't know how I feel about that," Jenny said honestly. Even though she was still very angry at Missy, Jenny admitted she was an attractive woman. Between her reaction to what Doug had just said, and Freida's attentions, she was seriously rethinking where she was on the straight vs. bi spectrum.

They walked down the hall to the back of the house, and found the pool, and Jenny once again wondered how rich Doug and Freida were. The pool was huge, and designed so that half of it was enclosed and the other outside. From the steam she saw coming off it, it was clearly heated. Next to the pool was the largest hot tub Jenny had ever seen that wasn't in a gym or a health club or something. It had some kind of red wood decking, a bar to one side, and was big enough, she guessed, for at least fifteen people. Tony was behind the bar, and Freida, still unconcernedly naked, was in the hot tub. She leaned back on the wall, the water partway up her breasts, and she raised one arm, waving languidly. "Jenny, you look amazing," Freida said.

"Striking," Tony added from the bar. "Care for anything?"

Doug walked over and asked for a bourbon, and the two men started discussing details Jenny didn't care about. She wasn't a fan, more of a vodka girl usually. Then again, the way tonight was going... "Tequila and OJ," she said.

Doug wandered over to edge of the glassed in area, looking out at the snow in the yard. Jenny wondered if he was as struck by the contrast as she was.

Tony made her drink, with a really heavy pour of tequila, and once again, a little voice at the back of her brain wondered what she was getting into. Jenny resolutely squashed that voice into a little box and shut it.

When he handed her the drink, his fingers touched hers, and Jenny felt a flash of heat. "At the risk of offending," he said, "I am still the only person here who hasn't seen those magnificent breasts of yours."

She theatrically thrust out her chest, looked down at herself, and then looked back up at him. "I wouldn't be at all surprised if that changed tonight," she said, then took a large sip of her drink, leaned across the bar, and kissed him. That also let her see he was wearing the briefest of speedos in a dark green, and made her think that, in his way, he might be as endowed as she was.

He smiled at her when she broke the kiss. "I hope so," he said with a charming smile. A different voice at the back of her head wondered if she could be with all three of them tonight, and she didn't shush that one or stuff it in a box. "I believe Freida would like to speak with you," he added.

Jenny walked over to the hot tub, putting extra sway in her hips. It just felt right for the moment, and she was done being embarrassed by anything, or at least thought she was. Jenny sat on the edge of the hot tub, dipping her legs in, and looked down at Freida, then took another sip of her drink.

"Are you enjoying the party?" Frieda asked with a smile.

"A lot. Thanks for inviting me."

"Our pleasure. And I must admit, I wouldn't mind seeing you bent over a desk again."

Jenny's mind filled with flashes from that night, Doug's hands on her, and the remarkable discovery about how good he felt deep in her ass. "Maybe," was all she said, the took another sip from the drink.

Freida suddenly gasped, sitting up straighter. Her eyes went wide, then half closed as her tongue darted around her lips. "Water jet," she gasped out, then glanced at her husband with affection and lust and added, "Wicked man." Freida writhed on the bench, her breath speeding up. Doug came back from the window, curiosity and then desire on his face as he realized what was happening.

"Come.. closer..." Freida said to Jenny. "Please."

Jenny downed more of her drink and then slid into the tub. Watching Freida and her obviously building pleasure, Jenny waded over to her and then sat, straddling the other woman's lap. She let out her own little gasp as the current from the water jet hit her. If just the edges of it around Frieda was doing this much to her, what must it be like for Freida, who was right on top of it?

Jenny put her arms around Frieda's shoulders and lowered herself more fully on to Frieda's lap, pushing the other woman down more against the jet. Freida moaned, one had grabbing Jenny's barely covered ass, the other cupping her neck and pulling her down for a kiss.

That kiss went on and on, and when they finally broke apart, Freida rasped out, "So... close."

Jenny felt a rush of heat that wasn't all the tequila talking. "Did you see us that night at the party? You didn't just walk in at the very end?"

"I... saw you," Freida said, squirming under her.

"Then let us see you now," Jenny said, not sure where the brazenness was coming from, but enjoying it.

Freida locked eyes with her. Jenny put a finger under Frieda's chin and tilted her head up just a bit more. Freida took one of Jenny's hands and guided it to her breast, holding it there, and Jenny's fingers tightened, moving over Frieda's skin. Freida began nodding her head, then said, "Yes," in a low voice, which was followed by "YES!" in a high shriek as her body shuddered and she bucked violently on the bench. Freida shook and let out moans as the climax took her, then slowly started coming down. Jenny felt the power of the jet fade, and guessed Tony had pressed another button.

"Customized feature," Tony said with a wicked grin from the bar. "Worth every penny."

"It absolutely is," Frieda panted, then smiled up at Jenny. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

Jenny, even as her new, bolder self, didn't know what to say to that. "You're welcome," sounded wrong, but it was all she could think of, and she followed it up with a kiss.

"When we have bigger parties, there's competition for that seat," Tony said.

"I bet," Jenny answered. She wanted to try it herself, but wasn't sure how to ask, or if she'd be able to do that with people watching her. Although... that idea, too, was sending a little thrill through her. How many kinks was she going to stumble into while this divorce went through?

Freida smiled up at Jenny again, then said, "Unless someone is feeling particularly gallant, I'm going to have to ask you to get up."

"What do you need?" Doug asked so quickly it made Jenny smile. She really needed to talk to him, but this didn't seem like the moment.

"Another drink," Freida said, reaching to the rail next to her and waving her empty glass.

Doug took her glass over to Tony, who refilled it with something very pink, and Doug brought it back over. Freida took the glass, sipped, and said, "I should tip my handsome waiter," the took hold of Doug's hand and brought it to her breast. Jenny watched his fingers close on Freida's nipple, and felt the shiver that went through the other woman's body. Freida said, "Oh, we must get some playtime in later, unless Jenny objects?" She looked questioningly at Jenny, still perched straddling Freida's lap.

"No, I don't mind," Jenny said slowly, realizing it was true. Or that the tequila was hitting her hard.

Jenny leaned up from Frieda's lap and pulled Doug down to give him a kiss. Her lips parted and she felt his tongue on hers, her pulse speeding up. Dimly, distantly, she registered that Frieda's hands were moving along her, caressing her skin. Freida's hands moved over Jenny's barely contained breasts and she moaned into her kiss with Doug. When she broke the kiss, Doug moved into the hot tub behind her.

Jenny shifted forward to grab her drink and drained it. Freida took advantage of the motion and brought her mouth to Jenny's chest, kissing and licking everywhere the bikini didn't cover, which was most of it. Jenny moaned, barely managed to put her glass down before dropping it, and then lowered herself back to Freida's lap.

Freida kissed her again, and Jenny sucked the other woman's tongue into her mouth. Then Doug was pressing up behind her, and Jenny was pinned between Freida's naked body and Doug's half-naked one, Freida kissing her over and over while Doug kissed the back of her neck and moved his hips against her. Jenny flashed back to the night of the party and ground her ass back against Doug, feeling how excited he was through the bathing suit.

A shadow fell over her and she looked up to see Tony standing over them. She started to worry that she had done something wrong, been too forward or broken some rule she didn't know about, but he just smiled and sat on the edge of the tub. He held out a refilled drink to her. Jenny didn't want to take her hands off Freida and Doug, who she'd been stroking all over during the make out session, for lack of a better thing to call it. Then she noticed he had put a straw in it, and he held the glass out with a smile.

Deciding Tony had been not quite ignored but not getting as much attention as everyone else, she smiled up at him and gave him a little bit of a show. Jenny licked the straw once or twice and then sucked on it deeply. Having enough for now, she moved her head back, then smiled up at him and said, "Your tip," remembering what Freida had done a moment ago. Jenny took her hand out of Freida's hair and guided Tony's fingers under the cup of her bikini.

His fingers took her hard nipple between them and tugged gently. Doug ground against her ass and Freida chose that moment to bite so lightly on the inner curve of the breast Tony didn't have his fingers on. The heat of the hot tub and the strength of the drinks combined with all the sensations her body was being swamped by. Her hips bucked between Doug's pressure and Freida's squirming, she tilted her head back, eyes closed, lost in everything and she surprised everyone, including herself, when her body went into spasms and she cried out, an orgasm roaring through her.

Slumping back against Doug, she panted, "I didn't even... get undressed... yet."

Freida chuckled. "You're pretty close, darling." Freida shifted under her, then said, "And when you feel like you can move again, we should get out. We don't want to poach ourselves, not when there's still so much of the night to go."

Jenny nodded weakly, and spent a few minutes just enjoying the afterglow and novel sensation of almost floating in the water between Doug and Freida. Finally, she splashed her way to the edge and Tony helped her out. Freida stood up, kissed Doug for a long moment, then climbed out, half-ran the few steps to the pool, and executed a flawless dive.

Doug got out and he and Jenny moved to one of the lounge chairs around the pool. Tony came over and handed Jenny a water bottle. "You really should drink this," he said to her, then brought another one over to Freida, who had swum to the corner and was leaning on it, arms folded. "That's my husband, always taking care of everyone," Freida said with a smile as she opened the bottle and then gulped it down.

Jenny drank hers, then leaned back against Doug. "You ok with all this?" she asked quietly. Tony got into the pool by the stairs in the shallow end and lazily swam along toward the deeper part.

Doug chuckled. "Seeing you in that and watching both of you cum? Best damn New Year's I've ever had." Jenny smiled and leaned back against him.

"Good," she said, her mind full of the possibilities for the rest of the night. His arm went around her waist and she enjoyed the feel of his body on hers. Maybe she could just ditch the ridiculous excuse for a bikini and be like Freida, she thought.

Tony dove underwater and then surfaced a moment later right behind Freida. He pressed up against her as she leaned on the corner and regarded Jenny and Doug. "You two look comfortable," Freida said, teasingly. Then there was hitch in her breath, and a brief look of surprise on her face as groaned, "Oooohhhhhh."

Jenny and Doug watched, transfixed. All they could see of them was heads, shoulders, and Freida's arms on the edge of the pool. Somehow, that made it even more erotic as Frieda moaned and shivered. "You said something about taking care of you," Tony said, his voice colored with some slight strain.

"Yes," Freida said, groaning again. Her arms moved and her fingers scratched at the deck around the pool. Impulsively, Jenny squeezed Doug's hand then freed herself from his arm, and laid down on the deck on her belly, hand reaching out for Freida's. Freida seized her in a tight grip, looked past her to Doug, and then rasped out, "Cumming..." as her body bucked.

Jenny felt the movement behind her, and then Doug was slowly, carefully, laying his body down on hers. His very hard cock pressed against her ass and Jenny gripped Freida's hand tighter at the feeling. Jenny squirmed under him for a moment, and then said, "If we're going to do this, we're going to have to put a towel down or something. You'll scrape the hell out of me."

Doug stopped moving at once, and said, "Sorry, you ok?" The concern in his voice gave a different kind of warm feeling than the drinks and hot tub had.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just don't want to start the new year looking like I slept on sandpaper," she said with a laugh.

"Actually," Freida's voice came from the pool, "I've been fantasizing about something for a few days, and a few more details came to me in the last few minutes. Would you be willing to indulge me?"

Jenny looked at the other woman, thought about what had happened so far tonight, and then simply said, "Yes."

Doug said, "Sure, what do we need to do?" Maybe he's swept up in everything as I am, Jenny thought.

"Excellent," she said, sounding very pleased with herself, and with them. "I'm going to need you two to trust me, and to get undressed. Can you both do that?"

Doug shifted slightly, and Jenny felt him lift up off her. "I... ok." She rolled over to look as he brought his hands to his waist, undid the draw string, and slid his trunks down his legs. He was very hard, and bigger than Jenny remembered, and she just caught herself before she licked her lips like some porn star bimbo. Then again, that's the kind of night it was, and she let herself do it.

Doug held out a hand, and she got to her knees and took it. Then, since she was at the perfect height and couldn't resist, she planted a kiss on the tip of Doug's cock. He groaned, and Jenny felt a sense of power she hadn't had in a long time. She moved her head and took Doug in her mouth. She looked up as his head rolled back and the hand not holding hers went into her hair. After a moment or two, she released him and finished standing up. "I wanted a taste," she said with a shrug and a smile.

"Not... a problem," Doug managed.

"I did say naked, darling," Freida called.

Jenny smiled and walked over to the other couple, who had climbed out of the pool. She moved herself directly in front of Tony, then took his hand in hers and guided it to the back of her neck where the tie was. "You were saying you still hadn't seen them," she said with a wicked grin. His fingers pulled, and the tie came undone. Her top, that had been straining to stay in place since she put it on, fell to the floor.

Tony smiled and said, "Magnificent." Jenny fought the urge to blush again. Weird how the compliments rattled her more than the more overt sex. She untied the strings at her hips, and the bottoms fell away as well.

Freida moved closer to the shorter woman and then bent her head down to kiss her. Jenny, still not quite believing she was naked with three other people, leaned into the kiss, then groaned as Freida's hands moved all over her body. Freida broke the kiss to move her mouth, whispering in Jenny's ear, "We're all going to have you tonight, unless you tell us no."

Jenny tried to maintain control over the excitement in her, nodded her head two or three times, licked her suddenly dry lips, and then said, "Yes," in a low, husky voice.

Freida led Doug back to one of the lounge chairs around the deck, and pushed two of them close together. Jenny took a moment to admire Tony. The man was in a lot better shape than you'd expect for a financial advisor and, as her eyes roamed downward, was every bit as big as she'd thought when she'd seen him in the bathing suit behind the bar.

Jenny looked back to see Doug settling in on the big lounger, and Freida opening a drawer in a small table. She pulled out a tube of lube and squirted some onto her hand. "Step one," she said, and then wrapped her fingers around Doug's cock. She moved her hand slowly up and down, and, when Doug groaned in pleasure, leaned down to kiss him. It was a long kiss, and she kept moving her hand, slowly, thoroughly coating Doug's cock. She finally leaned away, smiled down at him, and said, "Oh, yes, we're going to have fun later."

Freida walked over to Jenny, and Jenny thought there was something like a tiger stalking its prey in the way Freida looked at her. Freida wrapped her arms around her, pulling Jenny in tight, and she was full body pressed against another naked woman. It was a first for her, and she moved against Freida, rubbing against her. "Step two," Freida whispered in her ear, and Jenny had a moment of wondering what she was planning. Then, Freida's finger, slick from the lube, slid into her ass.

Jenny let out a low, "Oh," a single syllable of surprise and then growing pleasure. Jenny's arms tightened around Freida as the woman started moving her finger in and out of Jenny's ass. Jenny's hips began rocking in answer, and she closed her eyes. The one time with Doug had been a surprise, and her own experimentation since then hadn't been the same. Freida definitely knew what she was doing, and Jenny swallowed hard, pleasure blooming low in her belly already.

"Oh, you do like this, don't you," Freida said in a low, pleased voice.

"Yes," Jenny answered, breathlessly, pushing back against Freida's finger. For tonight, Jenny was going to go with whatever felt right, or felt good. She'd figure out what it all meant another time. It wasn't an instantly comfortable thing for her, but Jenny had learned that she got used to it quickly, and the pleasure came quicker each time. A small whine came from Jenny's throat when Freida slipped her finger back out.

"Oh, I have plans for you," Freida said, and Jenny shivered. Freida led her back to the chair Doug was on, and then guided Jenny up onto the lounger. Tony was on Jenny's other side, steadying her, as the couple lowered Jenny over Doug. Her heart was pounding now, since she knew what was coming, and when the head of Doug's cock pressed against her ass, she moaned. One of Doug's hands was on her hip, helping to move her into position. Then, everything was lined up, and Freida and Tony started lowering her.

Jenny gasped as the lube did its work, and she took Doug in faster than she had expected. Tony brought one hand up to Jenny's shoulder, and gently pushed down. Jenny suddenly slid down the rest of Doug's length and threw her head back, panting, letting out a cry of very slight pain and ever-increasing pleasure. She panted, her body trembling, and when she could focus her eyes again, Frieda was looking at her with one raised eyebrow and an amused look. "I'm nowhere near done, but are you going to cum for us now, Jenny?"

"I... don't... know..." she gasped out, thinking that the answer was almost definitely yes.

Tony moved closer, leaning down, and kissing her. Jenny panted into the kiss, arms wrapping around him. She felt Doug shift behind her, which moved his cock in her ass, and she shuddered again. "Do you want help getting there?" he asked after the kiss ended. Jenny wordlessly nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Tony brought a hand to her breast and gently squeezed, the pressure sending more heat into Jenny's body. She put her hand over his, holding him there, her rock-hard nipple moving back and forth against his palm. Then Freida captured her other breast, and Jenny moaned again. Tony's other hand moved down her body, and he looked at her, a question plain on his face. With a shaky hand, Jenny guided his fingers between her legs, keeping a tight grip on his arm.

Tony slid two fingers inside her, and Jenny bucked, which made her feel Doug's cock shift in her ass, and she knew she was about to lose all control of herself. He pumped in and out of her once, twice, a third time, and every switch in Jenny's body flipped to either "On" or "Yes" as she lost track of everything in an explosive climax. She thought she might have screamed, somewhere in there. When her brain started working again, she was lying slumped back against Doug, who was holding her with his arms around her waist. He was very definitely still in her ass, and hadn't cum yet.

"Are you all right? You gonna make it through the night?" Doug asked in a low, amused voice, although she was pleased to hear some strain in it. He was having trouble controlling himself, too, which she liked. A lot.

"I don't know. Keep going until I fucking pass out," she said, then ground her hips down, making Doug move inside her. "Then keep going if you haven't cum yet," she added. Doug groaned and Jenny smiled. She was really starting to like making him make these sounds.

Feeling pressure on the lounger, the cushion shifting, Jenny looked to see Freida crawling across it towards her. Once again, Jenny thought of predators and prey as Freida moved in so incredibly close. They shared another heated kiss, and then Freida's head moved down to Jenny's breasts. Jenny leaned back harder against Doug as Frieda's tongue teased her. She looked down, rapt in the sight of Freida kissing down her body. Freida's mouth met Jenny's pussy, and Jenny shook again. Freida lost no time, licking her deeply, over and over.

Tony moved on to the two loungers behind Frieda, and Jenny dazedly watched as he moved up closer, between her legs. Freida kept licking her, tasting her, and Jenny suddenly noticed that Freida and Doug had their hands joined on her hips. That sent another charge through her.

Tony moved in close and Jenny watched, her eyes huge, as Tony slowly slipped inside Frieda, taking his wife from behind. Jenny's hips rocked between Freida's tongue and Doug's cock as she watched Tony fuck Freida. Freida let out a moan of pleasure, which translated into vibration against Jenny, and she shrieked as another orgasm roared through her. She rocked herself back and forth, sandwiched between two lovers, and then heard Doug cry out and felt him erupt inside her. She thought she heard Tony cum and felt Freida moan, and then the world went away.

Jenny's eyelids fluttered a moment or two later, and she breathed in deeply. She felt like she'd lost a minute or two. She was still on the lounger and... she ground down with her hips and moaned, hearing an answering sound from Doug... he was still under her and in her. But Freida and Tony were both gone.

"Did all that really just happen?" she asked.

"Our little mini-orgy by the pool? Yes, it did," Doug said from behind her. She couldn't see him, but he sounded a little smug.

"Enjoy?" she asked, shifting her hips again. Doug groaned and she felt him twitch inside her. She had to admit, she was impressed.

"Very much," he said.

Jenny took in a breath and lay back on him, almost collapsing on top of him. She shivered from the feelings that created and then settled in comfortably. "A girl could get used to this," she said, practically purring.

"We tried to do this every night, I think we'd kill ourselves," he answered, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Maybe it's something to work up to," she said, smiling, reaching back with one hand to caress his cheek.

"Yeah, maybe we should try going out to dinner or something," he suggested, then laughed.

"What?" she asked.

"Well, our first 'date' was you recording a revenge fuck to drive your husband crazy. Now we're at... does it count as an orgy if it's four of us? And then we go to dinner?"

She chuckled. "Ok, I see your point. But, for the record?" she stroked the side of his face as best she could manage from this position, "Yes, I'd love to have dinner with you."

"It's a date." He paused again, "But maybe we need to wait until we can do that without being worried some PI getting pics to use against us?"

"Ok, that's a good point," she agreed, then looked up.

Tony and Freida were coming back. He was carrying a tray with four large glasses on it, while she had a large plate of snacks. Freida smiled. "Almost recovered? Good," she nodded to Tony and they put their trays down. Freida held her hand out. "Need a hand up?"

Jenny groaned. "Do I need to get up?"

"Yes, I think so. We have a little... tradition... we like to do for New Year's, and I think our men, as wonderful as they are, will need a little time to recover." Jenny reluctantly took Freida's hand rose on to slightly unsteady feet. She swore she head a faint pop when she felt Doug's cock slide out of her. "If you want some advice, take this," Freida handed her one of the drinks, "go over to the shower, take a quick rinse, and you'll feel a lot better."

Jenny brought the drink up to her face, sniffed it, and had no idea what it was. "Do you mind if I ask..." she started.

"It's a protein drink with a few other little things your body needs after getting that kind of a workout," Freida said with a smile. "Trust me. I'm trying to help."

Jenny thought sourly about the times she'd heard some variation of that phrase from her soon to be ex, but made a conscious decision to trust Freida. The drink didn't taste bad, and wasn't alcoholic, at least not as far as she could tell. She found herself guzzling it down by the time she got to the frosted glass door, which opened on a small shower that had soap, shampoo, and anything else she could think of you'd want. She eyed the detachable showerhead with a curious eye, and decided to save that particular adventure for another night. Jenny laughed at herself, she was already making a list of things she wanted to do when she came back, which was presumptuous on several levels. Her mother would be horrified at the breech in manners. Then again, her mother would have stroked out at almost everything that had happened tonight starting with her being here with Doug while she was still technically married to George. Oh well, there was a reason she and her mother didn't talk much.

Leaving the shower, Jenny had to admit she felt a lot better. Whatever was in those drinks did a great job. She saw Freida was carefully washing off Doug with a facecloth, and he was pretty clearly enjoying it. It could have, arguably should have by most standards, made her jealous, but Jenny smiled and walked over. Either normal rules just didn't apply tonight, or a lot was changing for her.

Tony was finishing off his drink, and she noticed his hair was wet. They must have gotten showers while she was semi-conscious on the lounger with Doug. "So what's this tradition of yours?" she asked, although she had a pretty good idea.

"Well," he said, smiling at her, "most people ring in the New Year with a kiss at midnight. I have nothing against that, but for us, that's rather... tame."

Jenny couldn't help the burst of laughter that came out of her. "No, I could see that," she said when she had control of herself again. "So you're usually having sex at midnight?"

"Yes, unless we get stuck going to what most people would call a more normal party," he answered. "We try to avoid that."

"From now on, I might, too," she said. "Um, presuming you don't mind me coming back here."

Tony smiled and caressed her cheek with an unexpectedly gentle touch. "Jenny, my dear, you are welcome here whenever we can make our schedules line up. And we might have one or two other places to show you." He saw her questioning look and said, "That's for another time."

She leaned into his touch and then stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Breaking the kiss a moment later, she felt another blush. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me tonight. I should have at least asked first."

"I may have an idea or two, if you wish me to share them?" She nodded. "I am sorry to hear about your difficulties with George. I would guess that's been going on for some time. And even if you didn't know what was happening until recently, I'd guess he hadn't been as affectionate as usual lately?" She nodded again. "So you have probably felt somewhat lonely, possibly angry?" Jenny nodded again, impressed at his insight. "And now here, tonight, you already have something of a bond with Doug, and I know you are at the very least intrigued by Freida. You have been told that it's alright to express yourself however you want tonight, and really, the drinks and the party probably helped, as well as the ritual of New Year's and the changes people resolve to make."

Jenny just stared. In a few simple sentences, Tony had told her that he paid more attention to her and understood her better than her husband had for some time now. Tony got her. And while it would have been easy for him to, he wasn't trying to hit on her or get her in bed (or on one of the lounge chairs, realistically). She moved in close, kissed him again, and pressed up tight against him. "Thank you," she said, her mouth a bit muffled against his chest.

"You are most welcome. And again, I am sorry for your troubles, no matter how much I am enjoying the benefits from them. George is a foolish man,"

"He's an idiot," she said, but without the heat of anger in her voice she would have had even last week. Jenny could feel him stirring against her, and decided that, while she was going to respect their midnight tradition and not screw anything up between now and then, she was going to have him either later tonight or tomorrow.

The four of them ended up back up in the hot tub, telling stories from their lives, the sort that each person has told a dozen times before, but the others hadn't heard. The amazing sex to one side, Jenny was really enjoying spending time with all three of them. That set off another smile and sort of "wow" moment in her head. She'd had sex with Freida. She'd never slept with a woman before, and she, at the moment at least, wasn't feeling at all embarrassed or regretting it.

Tony got out and fetched another round of drinks. Jenny was pretty sure he'd been up to something else, since he was gone a while, but figured they'd tell her when it was time. Sure enough, at about ten minutes to midnight, Freida stood up and got out of the hot tub. "Follow me, everyone," she said.

Freida led them over to two chairs that had been placed closed together, and Tony sat down in one. Four glasses of champagne were on a table nearby, with a bucket of ice. Frieda moved over to Tony, leaned down, kissed him deeply, and then turned around. She lowered herself into his lap, reached between her legs, and took him inside her, making a humming sound of satisfaction as she slid down his length.

Doug quickly sat in the other chair, which was pretty close to the one the other couple was in. Jenny figured out why the chairs were placed that way and eased herself down on to Doug. Jenny groaned, and realized she was probably playing it up a little for the others, but didn't care. She moved herself slowly up and down a few times. Then, she leaned forward, where she and Freida could easily reach each other. Jenny parted her lips and kissed the other woman, pouring a lot of the heat and want she was feeling into the kiss.

Tony, somehow more focused than any of them, watched the clock and gave them a countdown. As he reached zero, Doug thrust up harder into Jenny. Her cry was muffled by the deep kiss with Freida, and Jenny's body was swamped by another wave of pleasure. As she rode the orgasm, she decided, with what little part of her brain was able to think, that this was going to be her year.