Nude Dinner

I was so shocked that my girlfriend--Stacey--had responded to my long-standing request to do something romantic for us for a change. If it weren't for me, we'd spend all our time in the house, watching Netflix, scrolling TikTok, and having sex. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but I need more. I'd bought her flowers, cooked dinner, and taken her out to concerts, but so far nothing of the sort in response. I was the only one trying.

I was so happy that I snuck over to her place to check her clothes' size and get her something nice for the cooking class she'd signed us up for. It was a half-day and evening affair where you learned to cook French food, and then you get to dress up and eat what you cooked in a fancy restaurant.

I picked a time in the middle of the day when she would be at work. Should be at work, I suppose I should say. The first thing I heard from the hallway was the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning--not in pain, either. That was definitely Stacey, and those were the sounds she made during sex. She'd always been loud and expressive in bed, which I loved.

I wasn't loving it currently, as she was obviously "doing it" with someone other than me.

I should have left then and there, backed out of her apartment, and broken up with her later. However, I had to know who it was. Who was it that was so much better than me she couldn't keep her hands off him? It sounded like they were in the living room. I shucked off my shoes and crept toward the door. I knew where all the squeaks in the floor were, so I was silent as I approached. The noises were getting louder. I was on the right track.

I paused before I swung the door open. Did I want to see? No was the answer, but my body betrayed me and swung the door open. It appeared to happen in slow motion: the door pivoting on its hinge, revealing the scene in the living room.

There was a trail of clothes. A skirt I knew was hers, a pair of pants. A second pair of pants--what the fuck? It continued with her underwear--far more sexy than she usually wore to work. Definitely clothes of three people, not two.

The door swung fully open and I couldn't help but gasp. There was my petite girlfriend, spread-eagled on the couch. Her boss was balls-deep inside her and her co-worker was doing his best to stuff his nine-inch cock down her throat.

Despite her moans, they'd heard my gasp. Or maybe they sensed the door open. All three froze in mid-fuck(s), staring at me.

"Oh, fuck," Stacey screamed. Oh, fuck indeed.

The guys didn't do me the courtesy of stopping, only the briefest of pauses before continuing to pound away at both ends of my (soon-to-be-ex) girlfriend.

"But why?" I asked plaintively. "What did I ever do to you?"

"It's not anything you did, Steve," she retorted, removing Dave's cock from her mouth long enough to speak. "It's what you didn't do. You are so boring in bed; counting the cracks on the ceiling paint is more fascinating. All your stupid romantic gestures--boring, boring, boring."

"But I only did those because I thought girls--you--appreciated them." I said, realizing I was losing my man card with every word I uttered.

"Well, maybe some do, but I don't. I hate it. I want to be treated like you want me, like you own me. Honestly, it never felt like you cared. You weren't jealous of anyone or anything. I never felt needed--desired."

"Is this how you feel wanted?" I shot back. "Skipping off work to get double-pounded by your boss and this meathead over here." I was getting angry, a flush on my face, but I also realized there were two of them and only one of me, and they looked considerably stronger.

"Go, Steve," she said, positioning herself on all fours on the couch so the guys could switch holes. "Unless you want to stay and watch. We could do with someone to bring towels and drinks." If I was hurting before, this ripped my heart out. What had I done to deserve it? I whined to myself.

The guys weren't going to stop what they were doing and let me and Stacey talk on our own. What was there to say? We were done. Beyond done. Thankfully, she spent more time at my place than I at hers. I was realizing why that was. How long had this been going on behind my back? Beyond a couple of changes of clothes, my toiletries, and some food in the pantry, I wasn't leaving much behind. I turned and slammed the living room door in a petulant rage that probably only made me seem more ridiculous. I stormed out of her apartment, tossing her door key over the neighbor's fence on my way out.

I didn't leave my place for three days. Called in sick from work, ate pizza, watched terrible movies, and masturbated. Well, I tried to masturbate, but every time, the image of Stacey getting tag-teamed on her own couch burst into my thoughts. A couch I used to watch movies on, had napped on, and cuddled up to Stacey on. I couldn't get hard. It was revolting. Was I a romantic wimp? Did I smother people and not stand up for myself like a "real man"? Maybe. Was that a bad thing, though? How many women wanted to be dragged to the bedroom by their hair and pounded like a cave woman? Stacey, apparently.

Eventually, I shrugged it off enough to go into work, still feeling sorry for myself. I couldn't get into anything. I found myself staring off into space as I imagined the three of them on her couch, images of their cocks pounding her from both ends invading my thoughts. By the end of the week, I was feeling almost normal again, but I still had the tickets to the cooking class. I knew they were expensive and there was no way she could get her money back. Spending some of her money and cooking some good food sounded like at least some amount of payback. I had no one to go with, though.

I texted the few female friends I had left behind after I'd ditched most of them when I holed up with Stacey, but understandably, none of them were interested. I settled on Dave. Not ideal, but maybe we'd meet some hot ladies there who were more appreciative of doing activities with their partners.

I shot Dave a text, and he immediately called back, which was odd, as we rarely chatted.

"I'm free, but everyone's going to think we're gay."

"Who cares?" I responded. "Let them think whatever they want. It's paid for and it's going to be exceptional food. Maybe we'll meet some ladies?" After some back and forth, I convinced him we weren't going to lose our inherent maleness, and he agreed to go.

The day came. I hadn't been able to get myself off in over a week. The images of her still burned in my mind. I dressed in the expensive suit I'd bought for the event but forewent the flowers and chocolates I'd planned to bring. We shared an Uber to "Le Petit Ros Boeuf"--the restaurant we'd be cooking and eating at. That way, we'd both be free to imbibe the wine and lament at the quality of women that were available. Thankfully, Dave had dressed to match. People were definitely going to think we were gay. Fuck 'em, and fuck women, and fuck romance.

The restaurant was dark and closed-looking when they arrived. I texted the number on the invite and a minute later the door swung open. A tall blonde woman greeted us. The woman couldn't have been older than her mid-twenties and didn't blink an eye that the two of us were men, just indicated we should follow behind. She led us through a darkened dining room--where we'd eat later--and into a lavishly provisioned kitchen. The five other couples were there already. Dave and I completed the twelve people. I did a double take when his gaze settled on the last couple--two women. We weren't the odd ones out.

The names of the male-female couples blazed past me as they proffered their hands, but the all-female couple stuck with me. Jessica and Lisa. These two were ladylike, not a hint of butch between them. Jessica had a short, white dress that left most of her legs and arms exposed but was modest around her chest. Lisa was wearing a longer, elegant black dress that split down the front, exposing the slopes of her generous cleavage. We kept near them in the hopes we'd share a station.

Now that we were all present, the head chef arrived in a swirl of white. I was expecting a graying older man (my unconscious bias showing through). Instead, I found myself looking (staring?) at an attractive blonde. Maybe mid-thirties, long legs, and a small, tight-looking chest. Though we were likely out of luck with the lesbians, we had Chef Stephanie, who was easy on the eyes. I considered asking what she was doing afterwards.

"Please form up into groups of four," Chef said in what may have been a fake French accent--or maybe not? "First lesson--how to chop an onion."

My reconnaissance was serving us well as I immediately moved toward Jessica and Lisa, leaving the other couples behind us. Sure, we wouldn't be having sex, but we'd still get to look. As we were donning our chef's whites, the hostess returned with a bottle of sparkling white wine and glasses, pouring us all a generous measure.

"Cheers to a fun experience," I toasted, and the others all drank. It was lame, but all I could muster, given that the evening was likely to be a bust. Chopping onions didn't sound much like fun, but I was willing to struggle through it to remain in the company of these two beauties. Stacey would have hated this--apparently. It was a shame the white uniforms covered up the girls so much. I hoped for a better view over dinner.

The chef started droning on, explaining the best way to skin and slice an onion in what looked like forty-seven different ways, depending on the occasion. My thoughts, however, drifted to how Jessica and Lisa had sex. Was one the man? Fucking the other with a strapon and pinning her down? Or did they scissor, rubbing their soft, hairless pussies against each other as the twilight sun filtered in through partly opened curtains? Man, I had to get a grip on myself. Or get laid. This was torture.

Jessica's words jolted me from my reverie.

"Sounds straightforward." I hadn't heard a thing the chef had said. I hoped she'd been listening. No one wants to get on the wrong side of a true French chef.

"Sure," I said lamely, taking another big swig of wine. I grabbed an onion and began sloughing off the skin before slicing it inexpertly. I felt a presence behind me.

"No, no, no," chef was saying. Whether the accent was real, it was having an effect on me. I felt my face flush.

"Not like this, Steve; do it like Jessica. Gently but firmly. Make all the pieces the same size. Why don't you watch how she does it?" I had no issues with that. How the hell do you cut gently but firmly? Dave rolled his eyes at me as I moved over to see how Jessica was doing it--was I as transparent as that? Any excuse to get close to a live woman who wasn't fucking around on me.

"Used to work in a kitchen," Jessica said with a shrug. "Don't feel bad. It took me two years before I could cut a damned onion without the chef kicking my ass." At that, I chuckled and refilled both our wine glasses.

"Well, thanks for making me feel better. I admit I didn't hear a thing the chef was saying. Lost in my own thoughts, but as I'm enjoying this, I don't want to intrude on your date."

Now it was Jessica's turn to blush. "Um, no, me and Lisa... we're not... together. Although we did room together in college."

This was getting interesting. "Same with us. Well, last week I walked in on my--now ex--girlfriend blowing her co-worker while her boss was balls deep in her. So yeah, trying to make the best of a bad situation. Sorry for being so graphic. Definitely not gay. At all."

From the stunned look on her face, I could see she believed me. It took her a second to get her thoughts together.

"Well, that's graphic. Looks like you need the wine more than we do." She said. With that, Jessica topped up both their glasses before signaling for another bottle. I drank deeply--if I kept going like this, I was going to be trashed well before dinner.

Jessica had not stopped chopping the onions, except to pour the wine. I noticed that she'd cut all four perfectly--as the chef had probably asked for. It was like the onion version of touch-typing. Watching her holding the knife--gently but firmly--my thoughts drifted to visions of her delicate hand wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking me. I did need to get laid. However, the last thing I wanted was to make a fool of myself in front of the others with a failed pass on her.

Now that our relationship status was out in the open, it was natural to pair up boy-girl, though no words were spoken. Steve moved in next to Lisa and I with Jessica. Though Lisa was attractive, there was a chemistry between me and Jessica.

We were making roast duck with piped potatoes. A classic French dish--and I had no clue what I was doing, so I kept the wine glasses filled and watched Jessica chop, dice, and prep the food. I was tipsy and leaning in more than was strictly necessary, asking about some trivial aspect of slicing and dicing.

To my surprise, Jessica didn't shy away and allowed my body to press against hers as she worked. She made me mash the potatoes, though--I couldn't possibly screw that up. She came up behind me and "adjusted" my mashing technique. The feeling of her soft, firm breasts pressing into my back and her warm breath on my neck was intoxicating. My cock was straining in my pants. I could have sworn she brushed her hand deliberately against it, when she showed me how to hold the masher the correct way. Her face remained expressionless as she licked some of the creamy mixture from my finger. Was this a big tease, or was she oblivious?

I was thinking we had something going on when she turned and said.

"Why don't we trade off for the dessert course? Maybe you can work with Lisa and Steve and I can work together."

"Sure," I said in a small voice, but inside I was crushed. My face flushed with rejection. Had I done something wrong? Did she think I'd made my cock touch her hand deliberately? Maybe I'd never know. Dejected, I took my equipment, moving over to Lisa's station as Dave swapped with me. He gave me a questioning look as we swapped, but I shrugged--I had no answers.

Lisa was pleasant enough. While attractive, her body was not as much my type as Jessica's. Her tits were bigger, arms chiseled. I preferred Jessica with her smaller boobs and and behind. Lisa and I chatted about college and family, avoiding the sordid details of my recent breakup. We were making chocolate-covered strawberries with a rose-shaped fondant cake. I can hold my own at cooking savory, but anything involving sugar and I'm toast, so I let her take the lead. She was good at shaping the fondant into perfect, equal-sized rose shapes, much to the delight of Chef Stephanie, who was constantly ooh-la-laing. I was happy operating the mixer and watching her work, her arms flexing as she piped the sweet mixture onto the baking tray.

I kept our drinks full and was passing beyond tipsy. This caused me to get more touchy, draping my hand on Lisa's shoulder as we chatted. I made a point to touch her waist and hip from behind as I feigned interest in her technique. She responded in kind, pressing up against me from time to time, but it was hard to tell if it was by accident or on purpose. She had me taste the chocolate sauce, dipping her finger directly into my mouth and letting me lick it off. This caused my erection to surge in my pants. I'm sure she felt it.

Across the room, the other couples appeared to be having as much or more fun as us. Since they were actual couples, they were laughing and touching and feeding each other pieces of food as they cooked. I looked on enviously. Had I picked the wrong people to work with?

Then we were done. The duck was on keep-warm in the oven. Between the four of us, we had two plates of identically sized rose-shaped cakes and two dozen perfectly formed chocolate strawberries. Chef Stephanie congratulated us and declared us as "not bad for beginners," though my contribution beyond consuming most of the wine was minimal at best.

We followed the chef to the dining room, a trail of twelve students brought together for this fleeting event in our private, romantic setting. I was beating myself up for turning Jessica off. I had been hoping for at least a goodnight kiss and a swapping of phone numbers. She had barely acknowledged my presence since consigning me to the company of her college friend for dessert-making.

Our tables were all decorated with rose petals and real roses, starkly contrasting with the pure white of the tablecloth. Each person had a champagne glass, and bottles of vintage Krug were placed on each table. We sat on two tables, in the same groups as we'd cooked in. Surprisingly, Jessica sat down right next to me, giving me a rub on my thigh as we sat. She leaned over to pick up her drink, giving me a flash of boob down her cleavage. Although there was not much there, I was entranced. Chef Stephanie was sitting alone at a small table, ready to sample her own undoubtedly perfectly cooked meal.

"How did you get on with Lisa?" Jessica asked.

"Good," I replied, not knowing what to say. "She's fun and a great dessert chef. Did I upset you?"

"What do you mean?" She took a long sip of her champagne.

"Well, I don't want to be blunt, but you pushed me off with her for dessert-making and I was worried I would upset you."

"Not at all. I wanted to make sure you got to meet people, you know, the more the merrier, right?" At the time, I didn't catch her meaning--and how would I have? Looking back, she was definitely sending me a signal, as confusing as it was.

Before I could respond, Chef Stephanie clinked her glass as the waitresses flitted between us, refilling our glasses.

"Thank you all for coming. You all did amazingly well, and it's been a pleasure to see how much you've grown in a few brief hours of coming together."

Stephanie raised her glass, and we all cheersed. I was still feeling glum that I was stuck in a romantic setting with a guy and lost in my thoughts. So at first I didn't believe the words coming from chef's mouth.

"It's time to eat the food you spent hours cooking. Charlotte and the other waitresses will come around with bins for your clothes."

What the fuck? Had I said that out loud? I hoped not. I looked across at Dave to see if I had misheard, but the look on his face confirmed I had not.

"What the fuck?" I did say it out loud this time. Was this some kind of joke?. I was waiting for the punchline from Chef, but. Instead, she tossed her chef whites into a plastic bin by her table.

"What's the matter?" Jessica said over the rim of her champagne glass.

"Well, I could have sworn chef said they were coming around with bins for our clothes." My mind was reeling, not helped by the wine I had consumed.

"Well, yes, of course. That's why it's a private event. It's illegal to have a nude event in a public restaurant. Since it's private, the laws don't apply the same way. Did you not see the 'Le Repaš nu' on the invite? It's French; it means 'nude meal.'"

"But I--I didn't book this; my girlfriend--ex-girlfriend did. What was she getting us into?"

"It's National Nude Day, silly," said Jessica with a smirk. "Don't tell me you didn't know. It's written right on the invite. Happens every year."

I inspected the invite, but nothing. Then I looked closer. There was a piece of brown tape stuck over the bottom. It was virtually the same color as the card and if you didn't know it was there, you'd never spot it. My face flushed, I peeled up a corner, and sure enough, there it was. Right after the main text, "Celebrate National Nude Day with us until late into the night and enjoy some Le Repaš nu."

"But-but," I spluttered. I was wondering if this was some elaborate joke being played on me to see if I'd strip. Then the entire room would burst out laughing. Dave gave me a look like he'd kill me. There was still no punchline, and it was setting into me. Was I going to see all these people naked? I scanned the room. It hadn't registered earlier, but they were all above average-looking. Were they also going to strip off and eat? Was Jessica? Lisa? Me and Dave?

"So you--I mean, you're going to?" I didn't know how to continue, but it didn't matter. Jessica nodded, smiling, then stood before me in her white dress.

"Want to help me with this?" Mutely, I nodded, placing my hands on hers as we dragged the dress slowly up her perfect body. This couldn't be happening. Wasn't happening. I'm no prude but getting naked in front of eleven couples--and Steve? I glanced across the room, waiting for the punchline, but chef was already topless (nice rack) and the other couples were not far behind. Shoes, tops, skirts, and dresses were being discarded into the plastic bins with haste.

Steeling myself, I continued pulling Jessica's dress up and over her head, revealing a lacy pink thong and bra set. Her tits were perfect. Probably a B-cup. Her stomach was not perfectly flat, but looked smooth and inviting. I couldn't believe we were doing this, but then she asked.

"May I? We're getting left behind here." Jessica's hands were on the zipper of my pants. I nodded, and she unzipped me and loosened my belt, drawing my pants down over my burgeoning erection. Her tits jiggled subtly, attracting my full attention as she pulled my pants down. I kicked off my shoes. Jessica ran her hands down my thighs, her soft, warm flesh sending bolts of electricity through me. We were getting left behind, so I tugged my jacket and shirt off, discarding them in the bin as Jessica reached back to unclip her bra.

Jessica's tits were perfect. Definitely a medium B with erect pink nipples standing firm on her chest. Jessica tossed her bra into the bucket as though it was the most normal thing in the world. I couldn't help sucking in a breath at her beauty. I took a quick look over at Dave and shrugged. This was going to be an adventure, at least.

We were down to my boxers and Jessica's thong. She looked me directly in the eye and reached out, pulling my underwear down and over my erection, which sprang out, bumping against her soft skin. Jessica let out a gasp as it came into view. I wasn't sure why at the time, but I'm more aware of those things these days.

Jessica continued tugging my underwear down, running her hand along my cock. It appeared accidental, but I still wasn't sure. It was time for her thong. She nodded as I put my fingers under the elastic and knelt, slowly drawing the fragile garment down her legs. Her mons came into view, perfectly smooth except for a tiny landing strip of light brown hair--perfectly manicured. As I pulled further, the thong caught on her pussy briefly before pinging down, revealing two perfectly smooth pussy lips, which concealed her inner delights. I lowered the thong, my warm breath on her crotch as I pulled the garment down and over her feet. We were both naked. Two strangers, among others, ready to eat fine French food.

I looked around the room. Charlotte--the head waitress--was clearing away the bins. Everyone was naked. A variety of body shapes and sizes. Lisa was larger than Jessica. Bigger boobs and butt, but a tight stomach and a perfectly bald pussy. I looked away in embarrassment. She caught me staring, but she didn't utter a word.

I couldn't help taking a quick look at what Dave was packing. I was satisfied to see I was longer and thicker than him, by some way, although he wasn't yet fully erect. Maybe he was a grower? I couldn't believe I was sizing up my best friend and averted my gaze.

What the hell is happening? I thought as we all sat and waiters brought out the first course. They were also naked, with sashes across their bodies. All beautiful. Most had a silver sash, but I noticed Charlotte had gold--special for the head waitress.

It appeared as if I was the only one feeling awkward, though. Around me were the sounds of glasses clinking as friends and partners toasted, accompanied by laughing and chattering. The normal sounds of dinner being eaten. Except we were all naked. Sitting next to Jessica, I fiddled with my appetizer--escargot--while trying to pry my gaze from her perfect chest. This was so odd. I tried to break the silence.

"So, have you done anything like this before?" I asked. She nodded her head.

"Last year. I'd broken up with my boyfriend. Lisa invited me along, trying to cheer me up. It worked. I met a guy. We were together for months, but it didn't last. Caught him cheating on me. Knowing what happened here, you'd think he'd have been satisfied, but apparently that wasn't enough for him."

"What does go on here?" I replied. "I mean, besides all of us getting naked and eating, that is."

She shot me back a glance as if to ask if I was stupid. "We fuck, of course." She said this right before taking a dainty sip of champagne.

I almost choked.

"Everyone, or each other? Well, we're not together so there is no 'each other.' I'm definitely not screwing Dave," I said, kicking myself internally. I sounded like a complete idiot.

"Whoever you want," Jessica said, shrugging, "although not everyone will say yes, most people here are going to be a sure thing."

"And you--I mean people--don't get mad or jealous?" I said around my wine glass. Man, I needed to stop talking like she and I were an item.

"Would you, if you got to do all this whenever you wanted? I mean, if you could have anyone in this room, would jealousy be a possibility? Yeah, some of the guys are going to have a bigger dick, or the ladies nicer tits or ass, but when you can have whoever you want, why go elsewhere? That's why it was so frustrating that the guy I met had to go around behind my back. So yes, we fuck, but first we eat. And no, I won't be mad if you want to be with other people. I am looking forward to giving you a go. If the feeling's mutual, I want you to save yourself for last. Of course, you get me first, since we cooked together and all. If it's OK, I want you to be my finale."

"Finale?"

"Yeah. Last year, like I said, I was new to all this. I had no clue what I was doing--like you. When I realized the naked thing was true, I considered walking out. Every year, though, one woman or man gets picked to be the finale. This year it's me and I want you to be mine. I want you to be the finale of my finale, so save your stamina. Fuck anyone here tonight--man or woman--but I want you to only come with me. More specifically, on me."

What the hell? I had no problem cumming on someone, but I usually preferred it inside. It was such a closer bond--more intimate--but I got it. There's too high a risk of STDs if you cum in some random person.

The look of confusion must have been obvious on my face.

"After the first rounds, one woman is the finale. Like I said. This year it's me. That woman gets to choose what they want done to them by one or more people in the room."

"And you want that to be with me?" I squeaked, blushing red.

"Yes," she replied, and I could see her pause. At the time, I wasn't sure why, but I realize she thought I was going to run screaming from the room. Maybe it was the wine that made her continue. I'll probably never know for sure, but I'm more than glad she did, and I was glad I stuck it out. Now that we are married, it all makes so much more sense.

"I have a specific fantasy, and this is the only place I get to try it out, at least so far." I could see she was hesitant, but then she continued picking at her meal, her breasts jiggling as she worked her knife and fork through the meat. The (naked) waitresses continued topping up wine glasses--red this time--and "inadvertently" brushing their breasts against me as they did so.

"Have you heard of the term 'bukkake'?" In my naivety, I had zero clue what she meant. I'm blushing for myself, looking back. I shook my head.

"It's when a bunch of men ejaculate all over a woman, preferably on her face, but other places, too." She continued.

I thought I had misheard her at first and asked her to repeat herself. She knew what she was saying. This amazing, perfect woman wanted all the men in the room to ejaculate over her, demean her, and take possession of her. Having researched the origins and usage of the term, I realize it's become more nuanced than that. However, a majority of women, and likely men, think it's disgusting and humiliating. My brain was on fire and I nodded dumbly.

"So, what's going to happen..." A blob of cream from Jessica's dessert dripped down her chin. She scooped it up with her tongue before continuing. "... is, we are all going to fuck whoever we want. Then, at the end, I'm going to have my hands tied and lie on a center table. Then, one or two--or three at a time--the men are going to do whatever they want to me. Well, except take my ass. That's special and reserved only for a select few. They can touch me, they can fuck my pussy or my mouth, or they can stroke off. The only rule is that they have to cum on my body. Like I said, ideally my face, but tits are OK. My pussy, too, but that's a different fantasy."

Of course, I thought, totally different. Obviously. Jessica's pussy was definitely my fantasy, but all this other stuff? Half of me thought she had to be making it up. Who does stuff like that? The image of my precious Jessica--for in this short time, I considered her so--covered in the seed of eleven other men was foreign to me. Why in ever would she want that?

"Isn't that dangerous? I mean, what if you choke or something?" Jessica giggled and moved her foot up my leg, using it to stroke me.

"I appreciate you looking out for me. Don't worry, there are plenty of girls here to spot for me." Again, she could sense my confusion.

"They'll take turns making sure I'm OK and, you know, unclogging things if I get too covered." I nodded silently, looking over at Dave, who was staring at Jessica, slack-jawed. Obviously, he'd overheard our conversation.

If I was thinking straight, I'd probably have up and left at this point. However, the desire to have sex with Jessica was diving me. Also Stacey's words rang in my ears. All the stupid romantic things you do. I'd show her I could do non-romantic things too.

So, when everyone stood in unison at the end of the meal, it was me who reached down for Jessica's hand, causing her to look up at me with a grin. Looking back, I'm insanely glad I didn't flee, but it's still taken time to get where we are.

"Let's do this," I said, exuding a confidence I knew I didn't feel inside. I looked behind and saw Dave linked arm-in-arm with Lisa and gave him a wink. I couldn't see what he was thinking inside, but he had a rock-hard erection--much bigger than when he was flaccid, I noted--so I figured he was OK.

I felt Jessica's firm boob nestle alongside my body as we walked, and the sensation of her taut, smooth skin lit a fire inside me. If this thing turned out horribly, I was going to get some amount of revenge on Stacey.

Ahead, Charlotte pushed open a huge leather-coated door, holding it aside, allowing us to pass through. I wasn't sure what I was expecting. Maybe some seedy strip-club-like affair, smelling of stale cigarettes and crushed dreams, but the room we entered was way better than whatever I'd had in mind.

The lighting was low, chill-out music was low in the background, with matching animations on a set of TVs mounted high on the wall. There were velvet sofas at the edges of the room, a bar off to the right, and a set of mattresses set directly on the floor (OK, so there was some room for improvement).

The beds formed an incomplete circle (twelve of them, one for each couple--at least to start out with). A long table taking the centerpiece. That was where my playmate would soon take center stage. I tried to push the image of her covered in the slime of ten or more men out of my mind. I had no idea what the reality of it was going to do to me, but who knew? Maybe she'd chicken out at the last moment, or only a couple of the men would be up for it?

"Hey, you, are you still in there?" I heard Jessica's voice penetrate my thoughts.

"Huh?" I said. Thankfully, she was a sure thing by this point, despite my less-than-eloquent responses.

"I said, 'Is this one OK?'" Jessica gestured to one of the mattresses. They all looked much of a muchness to me, but I noticed she picked one of the middle ones, so we'd have couples on either side of us. Dave and Lisa had settled next to us at the end. Lisa had wasted no time taking Dave into her mouth, her ass and pussy facing toward us as Lisa went to work.

"Perfect," I said, taking in a breath and lying on my side, pulling Jessica with me. It was the first time I'd felt both of her tits push into me. They were perfect. Smooth, tight skin with erect nipples. She pulled me close. I kissed her full on the lips as my cock rubbed against her landing strip, grinding against her body.

We kissed for maybe a couple of minutes before I could no longer resist the temptation and broke off, directing my gaze around the ring of beds.

All around, couples were going for it. Some women sucking cocks, some having their pussies licked. Two of the couples appeared to be regulars/more comfortable as they'd combined onto the bed next to us, all four bodies entwined as one.

Except for last week when I'd walked in on Stacey, I'd never seen two people have sex in real life. I'd been to strip clubs before, but soon realized they kept the lights low for a reason. The girls were there to do as little as they could to part you from your money. I'd watched porn on my phone from time to time as well, but nothing compared to the sight of it in real life, right before me, live and unscripted.

Watching a cock pump slowly in and out of a pussy, watching the lips part as it penetrated, then close up as it left. Women kissing women and sometimes men kissing men. My brain was on fire. Before I could turn away, one woman from the foursome--who was giving a blowjob while being fucked from behind--must have sensed me staring. She took me out of her mouth and turned to me.

I blushed immediately, red-faced at her catching me staring.

"Fun, isn't it?" she said, wiping a mixture of saliva and pre-cum from her mouth. "I hope I get a turn on that thing later," and she nodded toward my cock, which was straining for the sky. I'd never considered myself especially well hung, but I didn't see many erect cocks day to day. Looking around at the other men, I realized I was on the larger side and considerably thicker than the others.

"He's mine first," said Jessica. "Then you can have your way with him--as long as he's OK with that."

OK? The woman was beautiful. Big firm breasts, a brilliant smile--trust me to be the one noticing that in a room full of two dozen-plus naked people--and an ass to die for.

"I'd love that," I managed, before Jessica laid me down flat, all the while looking directly into my eyes.

"I need to suck your cock, or I might die." As Jessica said this, she lowered her head and took me in her mouth, using her lips to squeeze my length as she took me halfway down her throat. She bobbed up and down a few times and soon I had the incredible feeling of my dick completely down her throat. Her nose pushed against my abdomen, working the last inch or two of me inside.

"Damn, you're big," Jessica said, giving me a stroke or two. "Order me a drink if they come around. I need to get this back in my mouth." And she did, taking my breath away, working her way back down. I reached out to cup her perfect tits and marveled at the sight of the bulge my pole was causing in her throat. Each time she forced herself down on me. It looked like she was swallowing a snake.

I lay my head back, looking up--and my gaze went right between the thighs of one of the serving ladies, who only giggled at my look. I recognized it was Charlotte. She was perfect, a curled hint of inner lip protruding from her slit.

"Do you or the lady want anything to drink?"

"Yes, please," I said, between gasps as Jessica went to work. "Two vodka sodas?"

"Good," she said. "Oh, and by the way, since this is a private event, there's no rule regarding the staff getting together with the guests--once our shift is done, of course. I usually don't, but with a dick like that--well, if you are OK, I'd love to get a turn later."

I nodded lamely, "Sure," fully expecting a word of protest or jealousy from Jessica, but she kept working up and down, threatening to bring me to orgasm. I remembered her strict instructions and did my best to hold back, but it was a losing battle.

Charlotte turned and made a big display of bending over to pick something up off the floor, giving me a close-up look at her ass. She looked fantastic. I'd always assumed swingers--assuming that's what everyone was--were old and saggy, propping up a dying, sad marriage with one last blast of effort before they were physically incapable. This group was far from that. Was I a swinger? I had no clue.

I was far too close to cumming and had to push Jessica gently off. I figured I had a couple of rounds in me. However, assuming she was serious with this bukkake thing, I understood she wanted the biggest loads on her and I wanted to deliver. A second round would be much smaller and ruin the fantasy. My week of abstinence definitely influenced my state of readiness, and I knew there was a huge load built up inside me if only I could hold off long enough.

"Am I not doing it right?" Jessica said, sitting and wiping her mouth.

"This is by far the best blowjob I've ever received--and the circumstances make it more so. Here's the thing. I haven't come in a week and there is a huge load inside me, but I'm also on a knife's edge." I said.

"Fantastic, all the better," Jessica said, sipping her drink. "You are going to edge all night and then give me the biggest load of the night, right at the end. We can't have you blowing too soon." She reached for a small table next to us and opened a foil package. At first, I thought it was a condom, but I hadn't seen a single one in sight and no longer cared.

"Here, wipe your cock with this, then you can lick my pussy for ten minutes while we wait," she said.

"What is it?" I asked, but I did what she said.

"Desensitizing wipe. Doesn't numb you too much but will hold you off from cumming for two to three hours. You'll be able to go forever, but still be able to make yourself finish when it's time. That's what we want--yeah?"

"For the next ten minutes, until it absorbs, no one can have your cock in their mouth or pussy."

This, then, was the perfect time for me to hold up my end of things. I reached up, took Jessica by the waist, and flipped Jessica over on her back. She let out a small "Whoosh, that was sexy," and landed, legs splayed, with no sense of shame or embarrassment that her pussy was wide open and on display.

I took another surreptitious look over at Dave, and it looked like he was having the time of his life. The woman from another couple had joined them and he was on the receiving end of a double blowjob from her and Lisa. The butts and pussies of the two ladies were facing in our direction. I gave him a quick thumbs-up, hardly believing what was happening to us.

"Like what you see?" I heard from below me. I blushed red again as I realized Jessica had caught me staring at someone other than her. I tried to form a response, but before any words came out, she pivoted herself in their direction so I'd be able to get a prime view.

"Better?" she said, and I could only shake my head as I dove into her perfect pussy.

Jessica had smooth pussy lips, as if she had been fully waxed or shaved, making her skin a perfect canvas for me to work with. I teased her lips at first, not wanting to dive directly in. Then, I ran my hand up and down the smoothness at the top of her thighs and over her lips. Occasionally, I directed my touch over the perfectly manicured strip of hair above her clit.

Jessica writhed and bucked beneath me, desperately trying to drive my tongue and fingers inside her. I held off, teasing her with my fingers and tongue until she could take it no more.

"Put your tongue inside me."

"Or what?" I joked, but I obliged, giving her a long lick up her inner lips before rolling my tongue up like a mini-penis and diving it into her depths. Jessica tasted sweet, her delicate scent intoxicating me as I worked. I alternated my tongue into her slit and up over her clit. Then I added first one finger, then two, finally three. Jessica bucked against me, gasping for breath as I licked and fingered her.

I regularly backed off when I sensed she might be close, though. After a while, though, it was obvious she was close. I took a chance and asked her a much bolder question than I had had the confidence to ask directly of any previous lover.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yessss," she hissed. "Please stop teasing me and let me do it."

"Let you?" I replied, This was interesting. Was this a reverse power game? I decided to test her.

"What are you going to do if I let you?"

"Anything," she said. "Please, do it." I continued my ministrations, but not enough to finish her off, pulling back slowly every time she pressed harder against me.

"Anything? Like, me fucking you?" I said.

"Yes, yes."

"What else?"

"I'll let you take my ass, cum on me, in me, tie me up, and spank me. Whatever you want, please finish me."

That was far more than I'd been expecting. The thought of having sex with her was more than I could fathom, let alone the other things coming out of her mouth. I was going to have to significantly expand my sexual repertoire if I had any chance of keeping up with her. I played along.

"That's right," I said in a tone much sterner than I'd intended. "I'm going to tie your hands behind your back, then spank you. Maybe someone will lend me a whip or something so I can mark you up real good."

"Yesss," she hissed, bucking violently against me. I was shocked. She was into this. Whether it was a fantasy or something she would do, I had no idea, but she was obviously enjoying it. I'd never spoken dirty to anyone before, but I liked it.

"Then what?" Jessica moaned as I reached for her G-spot and slowly but firmly used two fingers to massage it.

"Then I'm going to shove your face into the bed and take your ass while a group of people watch us." I said. "Maybe I'll ask someone else to take your mouth at the same time. Fill you up from both ends."

That set Jessica off. She ground into me, and I dipped my head, pressing my tongue flat against her clit as I sped up my movements on the spongy flesh of her G-spot. Back and forth in sync. It only took a few seconds before she bucked and writhed on the bed, her stomach tensing up as I felt convulsions start in the walls of her pussy.

"Yes-yes-yes," Jessica wailed, her thighs shaking as her orgasm built deep within her. "Don't stop. Don't. Ever. Stop." Then it hit her full force, her hips grinding and bucking against me. I used the tip of my tongue on her clit. Without warning, a jet of liquid spurted from her. It shot out, jet after jet, coating my mouth and face. If I'd had more warning, I might have ducked--or stopped--but it happened so fast, my instincts took over. I kept up my efforts as the stream slowed to a dribble.

Jessica collapsed onto the bed, her body limp.

"What the hell?" She said weakly, "I guess I got to finish on your face before you did it to me. I've never felt anything like it." Neither had I. I was stunned, my fingers weak from the exertion and my face covered in her squirt.

I did the only thing I could think of and leaned down to kiss her, hoping she wouldn't shy away in disgust. Far from it, she pulled me in and returned the kiss passionately, slurping her juices from my mouth and chin. I thought things couldn't get any weirder, but then I looked up to see a crowd had moved in to watch. Maybe six or seven people had been watching the action--I had no idea how long they'd been there.

"Can I get a turn next?" I heard from behind me as a dark blonde approached. She looked to me for consent and I was like a deer in headlights. Everything in my body said yes, but Jessica? Would she be upset?

"Well, go on then... Unless you don't want to," Jessica said from behind me, "it's not like I own you or anything. Give me a few strokes first." I realized she wanted me to have sex with her before I went off with someone else.

I shook my head no. "Later." I said, leaving her hanging. It was a bold move, but one that worked out. It kept her on the brink, wanting me more and more as we explored with other people.

Then I was gone, swept away onto a bed with at least three other people, maybe more. It became hard to tell. The woman who had approached me was deadly serious that I go down on her. What I wasn't expecting was another mouth coming from underneath me, taking my length deep down. I had my mouth (and fingers) inside of one stranger while another was giving me a blowjob. This was insane.

I felt the spray doing its work. I had lost a small amount of sensation in my cock, but the overwhelming desire to cum was gone. However, I knew that should I want to, I could make it happen at any time. It was an odd feeling, but it opened yet another door to my sexual awakening.

The woman below me must have been far along, because it didn't take long until she was bucking and writhing against my mouth. Someone else had taken the place of the mouth on my shaft. Maybe more. It was hard to tell.

This woman--I didn't learn her name for some time after--didn't squirt, but her orgasm was obvious, her inner walls clenching around my fingers and tongue. However, she didn't fall limp after coming but continued to press against me. I used my tongue and fingers to work her to at least three more small orgasms before she collapsed, gently pushing me backward.

"I'm done for a moment," she said, "but feel free to find someone else to play with."

I looked up. The entire room was engaged in one writhing mass of naked humanity. People were fucking and sucking all over the place. Those who had momentarily tapped out were sitting, sipping drinks, or lying beside others, massaging a breast, a pussy, or a butt.

I realized I hadn't fucked anyone yet. I was hoping Jessica would be my first (maybe of many). Looking around, searching for her. She was lying on her back with a guy between her legs while she took a long, thin cock in her mouth. Despite my growing attraction and feeling of ties to her, I didn't feel the jealousy I had expected. Scanning the room, it was obvious why I didn't, if I could have all this.

I set aside my worries around rejection and approached Jessica. Would she remember who I was in her frenzy of passion? What if she wanted nothing more to do with me? I soldiered on.

"How are you doing?" she asked, breathless.

"Good," I said, "all things considering. I was wondering..."

"What?" she said, but she said it softly, not condescending.

"I was wondering if you'd be my first."

"Not ever, right?" She could obviously see the horror on my face. "Haha, sorry, bad joke. I'd be honored to be your first of the night. You don't mind if I keep sucking this, though, right?"

The only answer I could think of was "Not at all." Thankfully, the guy between her legs didn't cause a fuss and moved off to join another couple.

I looked down at Jessica--legs spread--a mixture of her girl juices and some other guy's pre-cum, the lips of her mouth splayed around a foreign cock. There was no feeling of revulsion. Instead, I had a deep sense of connection, love maybe. I lay between her legs and lined myself up with her perfect slit. This is it. No going back.

Slowly, I slid my length into Jessica. She was wet. I was able to slide inside in one go. She gasped around the cock in her mouth and had suck in a breath and gasp.

"Man, you're thicker than I realized." That made me feel fantastic, like I was succeeding at making her feel amazing. Then she went back to the other cock, slurping it down as I withdrew and slid back inside her silky depths. Either I was thicker than I thought or she was tighter. I felt the soft velvet of her inner walls encase my length, parting as my girth thrust in and then closing up behind me as I withdrew. Without my--now favorite--desensitizing wipe, I doubt I'd have made it three strokes, but as it was, I knew I had control over my orgasm.

I started moving faster, having worked my length deep inside Jessica. I yanked her ankles above my head as the other guy worked, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her throat distended as he went deep, the skin moving under his thrusts. Any feeling of shame or embarrassment about being naked with other people was long gone.

A few minutes in, I felt a slap on the back. It was Dave.

"How are you doing?" he asked, his eyes wide.

I waved my hand at the scene before me. No verbal answer needed. He grinned and made off to another bed with two women I didn't recognize. He was having the time of his life.

"Do you want to try something different?" Jessica asked after a few minutes of the three of us coupling. I hesitated but figured, what the heck?

"Sure, why not?" What had I gotten myself into?

"Lie down and get some lube," Jessica said, straddling me. The lube confused me--she was plenty wet enough, but I complied.

"Trust me," she said. "I hope you aren't weirded out by male-on-male contact." That was not what I was expecting to hear. She mounted onto me cowgirl style, erasing my doubts.

"I want you on the bottom so I can look at you," she said still holding the bottle of lube. Things became more clear when she handed the bottle to the other guy--who had introduced himself as Greg. I felt his hand reach between us, massaging lube in the area where our bodies conjoined.

No guy had ever touched me there before, and though his skin and touch were rougher than a woman's, I didn't mind it at all.

"Go slow," Jessica said, looking back toward him, then turned to face me. "I want you to look into my eyes while we do this."

I still didn't know yet what we were doing, but I was developing an idea.

Jessica lay down, pressing her body tight against me, keeping her gaze fixed on my eyes. Then I felt a pressure behind her as Greg lined his cock up with her entrance. Not to her ass, but to her pussy. My eyes went wide.

"Is that going to fit?" I asked.

"Trust me, it's designed for bigger things than you two," Jessica said. Objectively I knew babies came out of there, but she was so tight, it was hard to imagine two fitting inside her at once.

Greg pushed forward, and I felt his tip glide against me. The male-on-male contact was inevitable. It wasn't limited to his hand spreading lube, but his entire cock was going to slide against mine, our three sets of legs entwined on the bed.

"Man, that's tight," I said as Greg continued to push in, forcing apart the tight ring of muscle around her entrance.

"Feels good though, right?" Jessica said.

"That's amazing," and I meant it. I'd never felt something as erotic before. Here she was, sandwiched between the both of us, looking directly into my eyes. My cock was embedded deep within her as another guy slowly pounded back and forth. That another guy was sliding back and forth alongside my cock barely crossed my mind as we moved in unison.

"It's better when one guy finishes inside me and the other keeps going," she continued, "but we aren't going to do that tonight, right?"

"Right," I uttered. Jessica squeezed her inner muscles around our combined girth, as if to physically remind us that our loads had another purpose that night.

We kept this up for a while, and it was wonderful. At some point, though, Greg disengaged, leaving only me inside Jessica. I pulled her close, whispering nothings into her ear, pressing her sweat-sheened chest tight against me, her mouth desperate for mine.

Then I heard a voice, "Any chance you'd like some company?" It was another couple. A woman with dusty blonde hair, some of the biggest boobs I'd ever seen and a butt to match. Her husband was alongside her and he obviously spent many hours a week in the gym.

A flash of fear flew through me. What if he wanted to fuck Jessica? What if he did it better than me? I did my best to swallow it down as Jessica disengaged and took him into her mouth. For a second, I thought jealousy would take me over. Then I felt the woman's warm mouth swallow me whole. The end of my cock was butting up against the back of her throat. All I could feel was the pleasure coursing through me as I lay back and reveled in her ministrations.

I barely noticed when the woman changed position, turning to ride me in reverse cowgirl, sliding me inside of her. She leaned forward to kiss Jessica, who had mounted the guy. I could see his girthy dick--but not as thick as mine. I noted this with satisfaction as Jessica raised and lowered herself, the guy's length splitting her wide open as she kissed the woman riding me.

There was still a hint of jealousy, but the feelings I was receiving overwhelmed it. I realized it was more than the physical pleasure of seeing the woman I was starting to love in the throes of ecstasy. I was getting off on her getting off. Love is a strong word, but despite only meeting her that night, love it was. I knew right then that I'd do anything for and with her--if she'd let me.

At some point, the woman and I disconnected. I rolled away from the three who remained coupled. The last thing I saw as I moved onto the adjacent bed was the guy penetrating Jessica as she licked the woman above her. I was in heaven as I saw Jessica give me a last look, blowing me a kiss before diving back between the woman's legs.

The next hour or two--maybe three--were a blur. I moved between couples, singles, and everything in between. I lost count of the number of pussies that were thrust before me, the orgasms I gave the women who did so, all the while obeying orders and resisting the urge to cum.

The only time I said no was when a couple wanted to do a true double penetration with me. The husband in the wife's ass (well, I assumed it was the husband--who knew?) and me in her pussy. This was a step too far without Jessica. I wanted my first time to be with her. If she was up for it. Instead, I watched another guy step into my place as I lay back, languidly stroking myself and watching on as the two guys penetrated her over and over again.

I'm not sure how long this would have continued--maybe until the sun came up? But the chiming of a bell interrupted our reverie. It was time for the finale.

Somehow, I'd willed myself to put this to the back of my mind, wondering if Jessica was messing with me. Maybe to see what I would say or think of her. However, I knew deep down that what she had said was true. She wasn't one for making stuff up. Not like this, at least.

I knew my feelings were going to be tested to the limits. Though I considered myself a liberated man--a feminist, maybe--there are still things that are hard-coded into the male upbringing. Many of them are around sex, and specifically how women are expected to conduct themselves.

I was far beyond believing that every woman I dated should be a virgin, like some men assumed. That didn't make logical sense, as they felt free to sleep around as much as they wanted. There was still the stigma that a woman who had multiple partners--especially at once--was damaged, doomed, and consigned to sluttery. Every assumption, life lesson, and bias was going to be tested.

Everyone separated as the bell continued to chime, retreating to the beds, whether back in their original couple or not. Except Jessica, that is. She made her way to the table in the center. I saw her looking around, her head flitting across the beds until her gaze met mine. Her expression was hard to gauge. I gave her the OK sign, which she returned with a thumbs up. I could see the tension drop from her face. Hopefully, I wasn't going to blow this--pun intended?

Charlotte appeared, naked, save for her golden sash, and bound Jessica's hands in front of her stomach. She then turned and spoke.

"Jessica gets to live out her fantasy. I briefed you all on the rules, but a recap is in order. Your presence here is enough that Jessica has implicitly consented to the below. Please know that she can still revoke this at any time. Her safe word is 'avocado,' and at any time if she utters this, everything stops, no questions asked." Everyone nodded. This was beyond weird, like a scene from a movie.

Charlotte continued. "Jessica will live out her fantasy of a bukkake scene. That means multiple men cumming on her. Ideally on her face. Her face, mouth, hands, and pussy are all fair game. Her ass is not. That is to remain untouched. Violation of these rules will result in your removal. You can do whatever you want--within reason--but she requests that you all finish on her face or body. Does anyone have questions or any reason we should not proceed?"

Silence reigned. "Then so be it," Charlotte said, and gently laid Jessica back on the table, her head lying on a support at the edge. It was like one of those massage chairs. Easier for face-fucking, I assumed.

I made myself comfortable, still uncertain how I was going to feel. I felt a hand on my arm. Small, smooth, feminine. I looked up and there was Charlotte. Though I barely knew her, she was a comfort to me and felt like an old friend.

"I'm off shift. Do you want some company? This can be rough sometimes." I nodded in relief. Charlotte was still naked, the sash gone--her only uniform of the night. Sandy-haired with medium-sized boobs, she was shaved bare down below. Charlotte lay before me, taking me in her hands.

"She's asked you not to come first, huh? I know how these things go." I nodded.

"We can still have some fun, though, right?" Without waiting for an answer, Charlotte took my painfully hard cock deep in her mouth, the softness of her tongue, coupled with the firm pressure of her lips working my length.

It was then that the TVs stopped playing the animated graphics that had been matching the music. The viewpoint changed to zoom in on Jessica, lying spread-eagled on the table. Some focused on the overall scene, while others zoomed in to her pussy and face. We were going to get a prime view of the action. I only hoped it was not being broadcast live anywhere!

Over at the table, the action was starting. First one man, then two, then three approached. This was it. The woman I was coming to love was going to be fucked by twelve men, including my best friend. Could I handle it?

Jessica eagerly took the first guy in her mouth--he was far smaller than me and she had no trouble taking him in one go. On screen, I got a full-on view of her working his length. Another guy started to fuck her and even though I was near the action, the on-screen closeup was fantastic. I could see every fold and wrinkle of her nether lips as they closed around his member. The third guy straddled her, rubbing his cock around on her tits and her nipples. I think he wanted to tit-fuck her, but her boobs were not big enough for that, especially while on her back.

Between my legs, Charlotte was sucking and licking, taking as much of my shaft in as possible. I was too close. I was going to blow, so I reached down to stop her and pointed toward the table.

"Get on your knees and watch, and I'll use my mouth." She grinned--the news of my oral abilities had spread to the staff as well. She backed her butt up against me, spreading her legs wide and exposing herself to me. I inserted a finger, and she let out a sigh of pleasure as I massaged her inner folds.

On the screen, it was obvious the guy straddling Jessica was ready. He started furiously wanking himself, his face red with exertion. Then it started. Both on-screen and with my own eyes. I watched as he shot a huge load of cum from his dick. The first blast missed her face completely, forming a white stripe in her hair. The second blast hit her forehead, while the third and fourth covered her left eye and cheek. His load was huge, and it made sense why she had asked me not to finish. The edging we'd all gone through that night (assuming she'd asked the other men to save up as well) was resulting in huge loads that were going to cover Jessica's face.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel jealous or revolted. I was cheering her on in her quest to take twelve of the largest loads she could find on her face.

The guy climbed off, and it was the man's turn in her mouth. He pulled out and let loose. Because of the different direction, his first blast hit her chin and neck, reaching as far as one nipple, before he readjusted, covering her nose and mouth. With her hands tied, she could do nothing but swallow the cum that landed between her lips, which she did eagerly. I hoped she wouldn't choke as more and more men came on her.

She was only two men down and half her face was sheened in white. What was she going to look like when the other ten--including me--had had their way?

More men approached, including Dave!. My best friend was going to fuck my wife-to-be and cum on her. The guy in her pussy moved up to her chest while Dave started fucking her. She took a cock in each hand. I was frozen in place and stopped licking Charlotte and laid my head on her lower back, idly stroking her right boob as I watched the action. It was surreal, watching my best friend pound the woman I was coming to love.

Things happened fast. Jessica synchronized the cocks in her hands, blasting both her cheeks simultaneously. Rivulets of cum ran down her cheeks and neck as the white jets hit her over and over again. Dave went next. He was going to cum on Jessica's face before I ever did! It appeared he deliberately targeted her right eye. His first blast hit her there before she could close it, the rest flooding her eye socket with viscous white liquid. I felt wobbly but hugely turned on at the same time.

How many was that--six, seven, or eight? I didn't know. One of the men in her hand looked familiar--were they having a second turn? I hadn't considered that anyone could get hard again so soon after cumming but realized that nowhere in the rules were people limited to one time only.

The men who were done returning to the beds often hugging and laying next to women--and sometimes men--who may or may not be their primary partner. On-screen, the action continued. One guy hit Jessica with such a blast to the mouth and chin that I was certain she would drown.

Then, something that I couldn't decide whether it was beautiful or gross happened. One of the other off-duty waitresses stepped in and started scooping the goopy mixture away from Jessica's mouth. She then leaned in and used her tongue and lips to kiss Jessica's mouth clean. There must have been a mix of at least eight men, but she didn't blink.

On-screen, we got a closeup of strands of cum joining the women together as they kissed and swapped the viscous liquid between them. It was at once horrific and entrancing.

The next few men had coordinated a plan. Instead of finishing on Jessica's face, four of them lined up, two on each side, and blasted her tits and stomach. At first, I was confused, but then another waitress straddled Jessica and lay on top of her, tummy to tummy, squishing the goop between them. I'd seen the Nuru massage videos on the sites--enjoyed watching them--but this was going to put those to shame. A cum-nuru massage was insane. I'd never imagined anything like it.

The woman was Asian and petite, with dark pussy lips and small tits capped with tiny brown nipples. She wasted no time sliding up and down Jessica's body, smearing the mixture between their bodies as she moved back and forth. Men continued to cover Jessica's face, and I was now certain that many of them were on their second round--could she take twenty-four loads?

The Asian lady pulled back from Jessica, a waterfall of strands joining their bodies, the liquid gooping down from the Asians' tits to coat Jessica's body. Again and again, they slid their bodies together until they were both coated with the liquid. After a few minutes, the Asian lady rose for the last time and licked the mixed cum from Jessica's nipples before dismounting.

The line of men was much smaller. One or two struggling to get a second--or maybe a third--load out.

I knew my time was coming and so did Charlotte, who had orgasmed on my tongue multiple times. She turned her head back over her shoulder and spoke.

"Go to her," she said. "She needs you."

I didn't hesitate--well; I took one last lick of Charlotte's pussy, which elicited a chuckle.

I approached hesitantly as the last guy finished up, blasting a huge load across Jessica's eyes, soaking both. I knew this should gross me out; I should turn and run, but something else welled up in me. A deep love. I reached out for her cum-covered tummy.

"Is it you?" she asked

"It is," I replied.

"Are you OK?"

"Are you?" I asked.

"Yes, it was wonderful, although I'm having trouble seeing you."

I laughed at that. I knew she was worried about me.

"It was the most erotic thing I've ever seen," I said, a tear welling in my eye. With that, she reached for me and pulled me close, nudging my cock to her well-used pussy. She was so wet, I was sure at least one man had finished in there--contrary to her request. I found myself not caring, spearing her in one firm stroke, the mixture of cum both inside her and on her body not bothering me one bit.

We entwined our hands as we coupled, desperate for each other. With the numbing wipe wearing off, I was at my limit.

"It's time," I said, straddling her.

"Wipe my eyes off first," she said. "I want to see this." There were no cloths handy, so I did the next best thing and used my hand, wiping the white liquid from her eyes. I still don't know how she forced them open; the remaining cum spilled back into her eyes, blotching them red, but neither of us cared.

"Come for me, my love," she said, and at last I knew she loved me too. I stroked myself rapidly and then she reached up to cup my balls, sending me past the point of no return.

I aimed directly at the bridge of her nose and let loose the biggest jet ever. It streaked along her nose, spilling down into her wide-open eyes. The second flooded her upper lip, shooting up her nose, covering her with warm, salty liquid. I continued to spurt, covering her chin, cum spilling onto the already-flooded tabletop. When I was done, I gently reached down, lifted her head, and put my cock in her mouth for her to clean, which she did enthusiastically.

I looked her up and down, my wilted cock rubbing against her slit. Then, miraculously, I was getting hard again--what was in this wipe? She felt it and wriggled against me, lining me up with her slick tunnel.

"Fuck me," she said, "This time you must do it inside me." And I did, though it took an effort to get myself there.

Her body was beautiful. Covered in cum from head to foot, some dried, some fresh and dripping. I felt my orgasm well inside me as I spurted into her.

"I'm cumming, my love," I bellowed, then in a whisper, "Will you marry me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied, reaching up and pulling me to her cum-covered chest. The crowd sensed what had happened and broke out into a cheer.

We did get married. We had the legal ceremony in this same room the next year and a formal reception for our families the next week. That's for another tale. I picked Jessica up, unbound her hands, and gently carried her into a huge shower and bathtub. There, we made love to each other with our eyes and fingers, both trying to consume the other's body with our souls.