Chloe and Jack at the Pool Party
written by:
Aaron Director

I.

Saturday had changed Chloe's and my relationship irrevocably. We had always had plenty of sex, and we had thought ourselves pretty adventurous. Down deep, Chloe was a very dirty woman. After several years, though, we had started to run out of new things to keep us excited. There was no more thrill of the chase, no more sense that we were pushing the boundaries. Until Saturday, we hadn't realized that we could go outside our marriage to supplement and augment our own sex life. We were both eager to explore.

So eager, in fact, that it only took us a day to try it out again. On Sunday afternoon, to escape the stifling heat, I made a quick run to the hardware store for a fan. When I got back, I found my wife on her knees in the hallway, a string of saliva connecting her tongue to the head of Chris's stiff member. She gave me a quick smile and a shrug and nodded toward the kitchen. Liz was standing in front of the freezer in a thin t-shirt and nothing else, slowly licking a popsicle and letting the cold air from the freezer wash over her, waiting for me. Her nipples poked against the fabric of her threadbare shirt. She let the popsicle drop in the sink and leaned her elbows on the kitchen island, wiggling her magnificent butt playfully. Liz and I, and Chloe and Chris, spent the next couple of hours in the kitchen, the living room, the den, and the floor of the bathroom. Each time I caught a glimpse of Chloe with Chris's cock in her mouth or her cunt, it made me fuck Liz even harder. If Saturday was about discovering new possibilities, Sunday afternoon was about confirming that those possibilities were continuing, not a one-time thing.

I had a busy work week, though, so I didn't see Liz and Chris that much, except to say hello on the way to the car. Liz's new greeting - a playful squeeze of my cock - sent me off to work each morning with a charge. I don't think Chloe saw much of our neighbors either.

On Friday, Chloe called me at the office to say that we had dinner plans. I thought maybe it would be another night with Chris, Liz, Matt, and Abby, but I was wrong. "You know my friend Rachel, from the gym?" Chloe had told me about Rachel, who worked in public relations, but I had never met her. "She and her husband, Drew are going to come over. I'll whip up something quick." I said okay, and Chloe caught the disappointment, in my voice. "Relax," she said, "Liz's pool party is tomorrow. You can wait one more night for the orgy."

When I got home from work, Chloe and Rachel were in the kitchen, already a few glasses of wine ahead of me. Rachel was thin and toned - a common byproduct of the classes that she and Chloe took at the gym - and professionally dressed in with a slim but modest grey skirt and a white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to suggest a perky pair of breasts but not quite enough to really see them. Her coat was draped over the back of a chair; she had kicked off her shoes under the breakfast bar. She had straight shoulder-length brown hair and bangs that hung just above her green eyes.

As I joined them, I caught them in the middle of a laugh. "I told Rachel about our wild weekend," said Chloe. I raised an eyebrow and looked to Rachel, who quickly looked away. "Well, I told her that Chris and Liz put on a show for us, and that the thought of you with Liz made me excited enough that I'd let you do her if the chance ever came up, as long as you'd return the favor and let me have sex with Chris." Rachel laughed again. "You're just fucking with me," she said. "Maybe I am and maybe I'm not," said Chloe, pouring herself another glass. "I think you are," said Rachel, "but if you're not, at least I can live vicariously through you."

There was a knock at the door, and I let Drew in. We moved to the living room while Chloe finished dinner. I liked Drew and Rachel. Drew worked in software business development and was a genuinely nice guy. Rachel had a cutting sense of humor, sharp but not vulgar. She seemed to be poking me with friendly insults, studying my reactions.

"Dinner's ready," said Chloe. She had changed from her own work clothes into a small pair of shorts and a tight tank top. She looked tiny in her bare feet. "God, Chloe, you look great," said Rachel, and Drew's smile suggested he agreed. "Thanks," Chloe said, "it was really hot in the kitchen." That didn't explain why she wasn't wearing a bra, but I wasn't complaining.

Chloe had cooked up a quick, simple meal, and we had a pleasant conversation. Rachel and Chloe kept drinking wine, and Drew and I had a few beers. Chloe offered to look for a dessert, but nobody took her up on it. It was still hot, though, so she got herself a popsicle. She elbowed Rachel and started to lick it suggestively. Rachel laughed and joined in, the two of them half-drunkenly giving head to the dripping popsicle. Rachel kept giggling, but I saw Chloe quietly lock eyes with Drew. She gave the popsicle another long, slow lick. A few drips of melted ice had landed on Rachel's chin, and Chloe, with her greatest over-the-top porn star impression, quickly licked it away. Rachel laughed like a schoolgirl.

As we settled into a post-meal silence, we heard a sound through the open windows. "Hey, Rachel, remember I told you about our neighbors?" Rachel blushed. "I think I hear them. Let's go check them out."

"Let's go!," said Rachel, quickly, grabbing Drew by the hand. Chloe led us all up to our bedroom, where the windows were open. Across the way, Chris and Liz had left the light on. Liz was on her back on the bed, her legs in the air and spread wide in a gymnastic v-shape. When Drew saw what was going on, he started to pull away. "Let's let them have their privacy," he said.

"Trust me, that's not what they want," said Chloe. He looked at me. "I'm sure of it," I said. "Come on, if they want us to watch, let's watch," whispered Rachel.

Chloe sat on the edge of the bed, and I leaned against her, still standing. Since there was nowhere else to sit and watch, Drew sat next to us, with Rachel on the other side of him. We watched Chris pump rhythmically. After a while, Liz turned over, laying flat on her stomach, facing the window. Chris entered her, making long, slow strokes with his body parallel to hers. Liz picked up her head while she clutched the edge of the bed. Her face was flushed, and her hair was in her face, but we could see her biting her lip. She looked at us through her hair and smiled.

"Shit, she saw us," said Drew, and he started to get up. But Rachel held him down. "Sshh," she said. Rachel stole a glance at Chloe and me. Chloe noticed Rachel's gaze and put a hand down my pants, stroking me to life, never taking her eyes off of Chris and Liz. Rachel's lips parted as she watched Chloe's activities.

Across the way, Liz moved again. As if to acknowledge us, she walked to the window. Chris again mounted her from behind, just as he had a week earlier. Liz braced her arms against the window frame, her breasts heaving with her breaths and bouncing from Chris's thrusts. She watched us watching her, acknowledging our presence without ever saying anything. Liz lifted a knee and rested it on the window sill, turning slightly sideways so that we could see Chris driving himself into her.

Chloe bit my neck and continued to stroke me. Rachel had also begun to rub Drew's crotch outside his pants, tentatively, as if she didn't want us to notice. Her eyes darted back and forth from Chloe and me to Chris and Liz. Drew looked too scared to move.

Chris's thrusts reached a crescendo, and he quickly pulled out. Liz knelt in the window, taking most of his cum in her mouth. A little bit dribbled down her lips. She swallowed and shot a lingering glance my way.

Chloe finally slid out from behind me, went to the window, and pulled the curtains shut. She looked into Rachel's eyes as she knelt before me. Rachel seemed to be holding her breath. Chloe unbuckled my pants and pulled out my cock, softly licking the shaft, still looking at Rachel. Rachel's stroking of her husband's crotch became more urgent, but her eyes were locked on Chloe and me. Chloe began to suck my cock, taking it into her mouth a bit deeper with each stroke. When she had worked it all the way in to the back of her throat, she slowly pulled me out, leaving a string of saliva dripping from the tip. She tongued my head, teasing the shaft under the tip, gently squeezing my balls. Finally, with her mouth full of my cock, she looked over to Rachel. Chloe's right hand moved toward Drew until it rested on Drew's hip. Chloe looked directly at Rachel, a question in her eyes.

Rachel stared at Chloe's hand for a long moment. Finally, she parted her lips and nodded slowly. Rachel unbuttoned Drew's jeans and tugged at them, bringing Drew's underwear with them. Drew looked terrified. Rachel pulled Drew's penis out of his pants and lightly grabbed Chloe's hand, gently pulling it until it rested on Drew's member.

Chloe returned to sucking me, her hand lazily manipulating Drew's cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze. It instantly sprung to full attention. Chloe massaged it gently, squeezed Drew's testicles, tickled them with her fingernails. She continued to deep throat me until I was on the cusp of coming, then pulled away. As I rested, she turned aside and began to lick Drew's cock, one hand around the base of mine. Drew began to moan. Chloe took him in her mouth, drinking him in, taking him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head. She released my cock and stood up - still bent over with Drew's cock in her mouth - and pulled off her shorts. She had no panties on. Her perky ass was beautiful, shiny. Then Chloe climbed on the bed. She pulled Drew up with her and straddled him, burying his wet cock in her cunt.

Chloe sank her hips into Drew's hips with a long exhale. She sat for a moment, with her head rolling backward. Only then did Chloe speak. "Rachel," she said, her eyes closed and her head still thrown back, "you don't mind if I fuck your husband." It was a statement, not a question. Chloe slowly rocked her hips backward and forward. She turned her head to look at Rachel. "You can watch us if you want."

Rachel seemed stunned. Chloe had asked, in a way, if she could touch Drew's cock. But she didn't really ask if she could fuck him. Yet Rachel couldn't seem to bring herself to tell them to stop. So she did what Chloe asked. As she watched my wife ride her husband, Rachel unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped the side of her skirt, leaving her in only a white bra and a pair of sheer purple panties. She tugged those off too. She was completely shaven and glistening wet.

She climbed up to sit next to me at the foot of the bed. I reached out to hold her hand, which was trembling a bit. Whether in nervousness or excitement, I couldn't tell. I began to kiss her, but she stopped me. "Wait a second," she said. She just leaned against me and watched Chloe riding her husband. Chloe continued to buck back and forth, doing all the work. Drew still looked terrified and stared at Rachel as if she had just caught him in the act. Chloe continued to ride Drew for several minutes. For the most part, she rested her hands on Drew's chest. Occasionally she reached up to take a deep breath while she pushed her hair out of her face. Rachel seemed hypnotized by Chloe's languid rhythm. She was still holding my hand. Her body turned into me as her free hand wandered lazily across her body to my own half-erect cock and began to stroke it.

After a moment, she spoke. "I can tell you like it, Drew. Quit holding back." Drew almost immediately began to buck harder, though he still looked nervous. Chloe moaned a wordless encouragement.

Rachel, still holding my hand, pulled it down between her legs. She was soft, warm, and wet. She kept rubbing her clit while I slid a finger, then two inside her. She breathed deeply as Chloe and Drew rolled over. Chloe got up on her elbows and knees with Drew behind her. She faced Rachel and me, her head only inches from us. Drew was really riding her now, and she bounced back and forth. She braced her hands on our knees, exhaling rapidly, "huh, huh, huh." She looked hard into Rachel's eyes, completely lost in the moment.

Rachel finally lost her resolve. "Okay," she said softly, more to herself than me. She got up on her elbows and knees next to Chloe, but facing the opposite direction. Their shoulders were practically touching. While she rested on her elbows, she raised her ass in the air and slowly began to wag it at me.

I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and began to move in slowly. I thought I would ease her in gently. Rachel had other ideas. She bucked backward violently and set up a brisk rhythm, forcing me to match her. So I began to pound her, really hard, for several minutes. She suddenly relaxed, and all the tension went out of her body. She gave a loud moan, and then slowed her pace as she reached back to finger her clit. Her head fell to the bed, resting against Chloe's hip, Drew's cock entering my wife only inches from Rachel's head. After a few moments, I spun her around and lifted her by the hips, driving as deeply into her cunt as I could, holding her hips in the air with my left hand as I thumbed her clit with my right. Her cunt was hot, almost feverish, and impossibly tight. She scratched my thighs as I pounded her.

I looked over as Chloe rolled onto her back. She positioned her hips at the edge of the bed. Drew stood on the floor and threw Chloe's legs over his shoulders. Chloe was grimacing in pleasure, then squealing as her orgasm overtook her. I watched for a moment, but Rachel pulled me away. She grabbed my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips. I took her right off the bed and leaned her up against the wall. She began to grunt in approval, and her body began to spasm. She scratched deeply into my back, then dropped her feet on the floor. As my cock slid out of her, she dropped straight to her knees and began deep-throating me. It took only a few thrusts before I began to fill her mouth with my cum. She smiled, swallowed hard, and then walked to her husband. She gently pulled him out of my wife just as he reached orgasm. Chloe spun quickly and the two women just caught his cum on their cheeks and tongues.

I went to the linen closet and grabbed some towels. I wrapped one around my waist. Drew cleaned himself up and began to pull on his underwear and pants. Chloe and Rachel wiped off each other's faces, but didn't bother to cover up. They just spooned on the bed, giggling.

"I promise you, we did not plan that," said Chloe, finally. "But ..." "Right," interrupted Rachel. "But," said Chloe, "it obviously wasn't our first time." She cocked her head toward the window, and our neighbors next-door. "And you guys seemed to enjoy it, once you got over the shock."

"I did, anyway," said Rachel. "If she did, I did," agreed Drew. There was something going on there that I didn't understand, but I wasn't going to get in the middle of it.

"You did," said Chloe. "I made sure you did. Anyway, listen. It's late, you've been drinking, and I'm sure we wore you out. Why don't you stay in the guest room tonight? You can come with us to our neighbors' pool party tomorrow."

"Those neighbors?" asked Rachel. She was doing the math in her head. "Whatever. I am worn out. Drew, let's get some sleep."

II.

Chloe and I slept until mid-morning. When we got up, Rachel and Drew were still asleep. I made some pancakes from a family recipe and Chloe brewed a pot of coffee. Rachel and Drew finally made their way downstairs, drawn by the pleasant smells. Drew looked a bit rumpled in his khakis, but Rachel was freshly showered and wearing Chloe's robe. Drew said that they had decided to come to the pool party.

I put on a pair of board shorts and a t-shirt. I loaned another pair of shorts to Drew, who wore his polo shirt from the previous day. Chloe said she'd find Rachel a swim suit to wear, but Chloe wanted to shower before the party. Instead of waiting, Drew and I decided to go over for a beer.

I would say more, but the next part is really Rachel's story. I'll let her tell it.

Rachel.

Before I say anything about the pool party, I should say a little about what came before. Drew and I had been having some problems in our marriage. Although I loved him very much, and I was sure he loved me back, he came to me a few weeks ago and confessed that he had slept with a colleague of his at a sales conference. Drew and his colleague were good friends, I knew - she was pretty much one of the guys in his office, which I think is necessary for a woman in the software industry - but he assured me that it didn't mean anything, that he loved me more than anything and regretted the mistake.

I believed Drew, and I wanted to forgive him. But I was having trouble doing it. I was just mad, and I couldn't figure out how to stop being mad. And I couldn't stop thinking of him having sex with someone else. The more I tried to get the thought out of my mind, the harder it was.

So when that first night with Chloe and Jack started to get out of control, I thought it was a chance for us to put the matter behind us. I figured that if I actually watched Drew have sex with another woman, the fact of it would allow me to stop blowing it out of proportion in my imagination. And I thought that if I had sex with another man, we'd be even. That's what I told myself while I was letting it happen, anyway.

So there I was, spite-fucking Jack to get back at Drew, while Drew nervously fucked Chloe because I handed him off to her. And it was only a few minutes into the whole thing when it dawned on me that this was a lot of fucking fun. I was on my knees and elbows, a large, stiff cock expertly filling my cunt, watching Drew doing the same to Chloe. Who looked absolutely beautiful, by the way. And the way she was breathless, just letting the moment - and my husband - take her, that was what I wanted. At that moment, I stopped fucking out of anger and just started fucking. All the tension went out of my body, and I just went "huhhhhhhhhhh," and it felt fucking great. I came then, and then I came again a few minutes later, and then I wanted Jack's come and Drew's come and any other come I could get. I'm sure that Drew saw me letting myself go, giving myself up to the hunger, and poor Drew, who I'm sure was really nervous about what I was thinking, realized that if I was giving in, then he could too. And then, with my implicit permission, he really started to nail Chloe like he meant it.

It dawned on me last night that I was obsessing over his one-night stand because I liked the idea of him fucking another woman. It turned me on. So when we went to bed that night in Jack and Chloe's guest room, I told him that if he wanted variety, he could fuck anyone he wanted, but I had to be there or at least give him permission. No sneaking around behind my back. And I told him that it was a two-way street. He liked the deal, and we both were excited about going to this party that Chloe invited us to.

That morning, after the men had already left, Chloe started pulling out bathing suits for me to try on. She had just come out of the shower and wore nothing but a small gold chain that she fastened around her flat belly. It sat loosely on her hips. I stood naked at the back window of her bedroom, watching Drew and Jack cut through the gate to join their neighbors. Liz was drop-dead gorgeous in a black bikini. I was going to have to find something amazing to keep up with that. Her husband, Chris, was hot. I wondered how much cock he had, how good he was in bed. Chloe was saying something about how I wouldn't have to do anything at the party that I didn't want to do; that I could leave at any time; that everybody would understand.

"Hey," I interrupted. "That guy Chris, how is he?"

"How is he?" Chloe repeated.

"You know," I said, "how is he?" I moved over to the mirror and checked myself out. Not to bad. I was blessed with small bones. I have nice b-cups - not big, but perky and round - and I work hard to keep stomach trim and my ass up high where it belongs. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at the mirror. I admired my ass, even with its faint triangle of tan lines.

Chloe smiled. "Well," she said, "he's good. He has a lot of stamina. He's pretty big, but not as big as Matt."

"Matt?" I said.

"Oh," Chloe said, "Matt and Abby were over last week too. They'll probably be there today."

I went back to the window. Jack had his hand on Liz's ass. Okay, Rachel, I said to myself, time to jump in with both feet.

"I'm good," I said.

"You picked out a suit?" Chloe asked.

"Nope," I said. "Not going to need one. Hand me that scarf."

Jack

It was funny, watching Drew's face as I introduced him to Liz. He had watched her fuck her husband last night, but he didn't even know her name. We hadn't even told him the part of the story that Chloe told Rachel, though I'm sure she filled him in last night. So the polite part of Drew was saying hello, nice to meet you, but I could tell that the rest of him was wondering whether he was going to bend Abby over a table any time in the next few hours. And part of me wanted to say "wait your turn, buddy."

Liz, bless her heart, cut right to the chase. "Hey, you're the guy I saw with Jack and Chloe last night," she said. "Since you're here, I take it you enjoyed the show. I'm Elizabeth." She went up to her tip-toes to give him a warm hug, pressing her chest against his and giving him a peck on the cheek. When she let go, she leaned into him for a second, her belly against his groin. He reddened; she smiled and backed away. She gave me a hug too, and I took the opportunity to fondle her ass for a moment.

"So where are your women?" Liz asked. "Not much of a party if I'm the only girl here." As I told her that Chloe and Rachel were just getting ready, Abby came through the back door with what looked like a smaller version of herself in tow. Abby wore a tiny white suit with a white wrap around her hips - she quickly whipped this off and threw it in the general direction of a lawn chair - and her doppelganger wore a pink bikini top with an impossibly small pair of dark purple bottoms, not quite a thong, but not covering much more. She was tiny, about up to my shoulder. She also wore a straw hat and a pair of ridiculously large sunglasses, and the shiniest lip gloss I had ever seen.

"This is my cousin Julie," Abby announced. I vaguely recalled that Abby had a cousin in college nearby. "Jules just showed up to study by my pool this morning, but she thinks Matt is hot, so I told her that if she came to this party, she'd get to fuck him." The rest of us just looked at each other, not sure what to say.

"For the thousandth time, I didn't say I wanted to fuck him; I just said he was hot," Julie pouted.

"Well, like I said," said Abby, winking at us comically, "now you get to fuck him." Julie, plainly believing that Abby was just making fun of her, rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Matt's on the phone," Abby said. "He'll be over soon." And to Julie: "And then he's all yours."

I looked at Julie. I didn't know how this would play out, or whether she'd run screaming when she saw what was going to happen at this party, that her cousin was serious, but I hoped Matt would take his time so that I'd get a shot with her first.

I didn't need to wait long. Just as we were finishing our introductions, I heard the gate to my yard swing shut behind me. "Holy shit," Julie said, and I saw that everybody was looking behind me. So I turned around, and there was my Chloe, wearing nothing but a belly chain, leading Rachel in wearing nothing but a blindfold.

Rachel

When the gate swung open, I could tell that Chloe and I stopped the others in their tracks. Last night, we had warmed up to each other little by little, breaking down boundaries a bit at a time. This morning, I wanted to run right through them without looking back. Jack, Chris, Liz, and Drew didn't have time to react.

Chloe walked me in as if she was presenting me, showing me off. The truth is that she must have been a sight herself. She is a gorgeous woman with a model's face, full breasts, and not an ounce of fat anywhere else on her body, and she was as naked as I was. But she didn't have the element of surprise.

Chloe walked me straight to where they were standing. As I walked toward them - as sexy as I could - I tried to aim for who I thought would be either Drew or Jack, and then I just said to myself, fuck it. I don't care who's there. When I reached them, I got down on my knees in the grass and reached around for any pair of shorts to pull down. I heard somebody drop a beer bottle on the grass as I took one soft prick in my mouth first, rolling it around in my mouth with my tongue. I grabbed another cock with my right hand - its owner had already pulled down his shorts - and began kneading it gently.

"Fuck, you weren't joking," said an unfamiliar woman's voice. "I really am going to fuck your husband." "Shh," said another voice. "Just watch for a while."

The cock in my mouth was hard by now, so I began stroking it with my left hand and began sucking the one in my right hand. I knew almost immediately that it was Drew's. Just the taste, I guess, or maybe the shape I was so used to. I also heard a man moan somewhere off to my left. I heard Chloe saying something to somebody, so I guessed that it was our hostess - Liz, the woman in the tiny black bikini - giving somebody else head. I tried to imagine it, tight, tan Liz, down on her knees, untying her bikini top while she swallowed - who? Not her husband, surely, so it must have been Jack. Which meant that I was alternating between my husband and the other guy, Chris. I concentrated on Chris, though I made sure that Drew stayed hard.

A moment or so later, I felt a cheek against mine. "Let me help you with that," said one of the unfamiliar voices." "I'm Abby," she said, and I was about to respond, before I realized that she was talking to my husband.

Just as I started to concentrate on Chris in front of me, I felt a hand on my cunt. That would be Chloe, I thought, but at that point, I didn't even know. She slipped a finger inside me, then two, and pulled them out soaking wet. She began to rub me, and I moaned out loud. Then I felt another hand at my quim. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, or whose it was. The sensation was unbelievable. I began shaking uncontrollably - I was coming already, from no more than a quick frig.

Today was going to be a very good day.

Then the hands disappeared, but I didn't have time to be disappointed. They were quickly replaced by a cock, entering me slowly. I guessed it was Jack's, but it might have been Drew's. I really didn't know. I didn't care either - I didn't care if the guy fucking me from behind was my husband or a guy I met last night, didn't care if I was blowing my husband or somebody else while my husband watched me with his cock in somebody else's mouth. I tried to concentrate on the blowjob I was giving, but all I could think about was the feeling in my cunt, the feeling of being completely full. It felt fucking great.

Julie

Well, I did not expect that. Even though Abby is a few years older than me, we've been close all our lives. And I've known Matt since he started dating Abby, when I was in high school. So Abby has teased me about the crush I've had on him for years. Her telling me I could fuck him, that was nothing new. She's said it a million times, always joking.

But then she dragged me to a party, where people - including Abby - were having honest-to-god sex right in front of me, and Matt was on his way, and I was pretty sure that since Abby was sucking some complete stranger's cock, Matt would be up for grabs, too. And that made me very nervous.

I thought about leaving, but I couldn't. Really, I couldn't take my eyes off the skinny brunette with the blindfold. She came over without a stitch of clothing - came over just to have sex, apparently, and mission accomplished. She was getting it from both ends, the guy who owned the house, Chris, in her mouth and the neighbor, Jack, fucking her from behind. And Abby was blowing the other guy, her husband. Which left three of us on the sidelines.

The hostess, Liz, sat down next to me on a nice, soft outdoor bench, and Chloe sat on my other side. Chloe was naked; Liz . She still had her bikini on. I didn't know what someone is supposed to say when watching a bunch of people having sex, so I ignored it. "You have a great tan," I said to Liz.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. She unlaced her bikini top, tossed it aside, and leaned back. "Look," she said gently, "if this is weird for you, feel free to take off. You shouldn't stay if you don't want to. Actually, you shouldn't do anything you don't want to do."

"It is weird. But do you mind if I stay?" I asked. "Of course not," she said. "The more the merrier." I took a deep breath, untied my bikini top, and placed it on the bench behind me. Then I lifted my hips a little bit and pulled my bottoms down as well. "Thanks," I said. "I'm just going to sit here a bit." "Well, let me get you a drink," said Liz.

Liz came back with a diet soda, which I really didn't want, but I took it anyway. "I'm going to see what Chloe is up to," she said. And then I got an idea. "Hey," I said, "do you mind if I invite my roommates over?"

"Boys or girls?" she asked.

"Men," I said.

"Like I said, the more the merrier."

I grabbed my phone out of my bag and randomly picked one of my roommates, Jeff, to call. "Jeff, grab Dukey and Dunn and get over here right away," I said, giving him the address. "We're in the back yard and won't hear you, so just jump the fence. And I mean right away. You will not regret it."

As I left the message, Chloe was spreading a blanket on the grass, and Liz walked toward her. As she passed the blindfolded woman - Rachel - the neighbor, Jack, pulled out. I watched him push the head of his cock up against Rachel's asshole and slowly work it in. Chris's member came out of Rachel's mouth as the prick in her ass pushed Rachel forward. She raised her ass in the air and rested her cheek against the ground, grunting.

Just as Chris came out of Rachel's mouth, Liz grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear. He looked up and started walking toward me. I took another deep breath.

He was very sweet, actually. He just sat next to me on the bench. He sat close, pressed up against me, and leaned back a little, but he didn't make a move. I was still nervous, hugging my knees to my chest. Chris didn't say anything, didn't even look at me. He was just letting me get used to him sitting there.

I stole a quick glance down at his lap. His purple head was pointing straight up in the air, bobbing a little bit with his pulse. I leaned into him a bit with my shoulder. He adjusted his body a little bit, putting his shoulder behind mine so that he was almost hugging me, but he still didn't make a move. Maybe if he had said something creepy, something aggressive, I would have run away.

But he was patient. And I kept glancing at his cock. It seemed like forever, and it was still rock hard, standing like a monument. After a while, I couldn't look away, and then I couldn't not do something. I let my feet drop to the ground, sat up straighter, and put my hand on his hip. Chris didn't move, but his penis jumped a bit. I dragged my fingernails across his hip, to the top of his thigh. I traced patterns in his groin, where his pubic hair would be if he hadn't trimmed it. Finally, I brushed the back of my knuckles against his shaft. It was warm, almost boiling hot. The head was really throbbing. Chris seemed to be holding his breath. I still wasn't looking at him - it was like each of us was pretending the other wasn't there, even though all of our attention, both of us, was focused on his cock. Finally, I turned toward him. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and squeezed, and I reached over with my other hand and cupped Chris's balls. As I stroked him with one hand and scratched his taint with the other, Chris finally exhaled. I spit in my hand and rolled my thumb over the soft spot under the head of his cock.

"Hey, what did your wife say to you down there?" I asked, finally looking up into his face without releasing my grip on him. He smiled. "She said to be gentle with you," he said.

"That's a start," I said.

I kept stroking him, stroking his head with my thumb. With my other hand, I worked my middle finger under his balls and stroked the smooth spot between his testicles and his asshole, where his erection began. Finally, I slid over him and positioned myself between his legs, facing away from him. My knees were together. I slowly lowered my hips until I could feel the head of Chris's penis brush my pussy lips. Then I stopped. My thighs were trembling. I am no virgin - I am and always have been down to fuck - but there was a charge in the air. So I stood, with the tip of Chris's cock rubbing against my pussy, getting wet with my own juices. I could feel him holding his breath again, willing me to lower myself down, but I wanted to torture him for a bit, so I didn't. I waited as long as I could, his skin barely touching mine. And then I slowly, very slowly, let myself down a little bit. Just an inch or so. I braced my hands on Chris's thighs and stopped, just feeling the hot head of his cock pulsing in between my lips. Then I let myself down a little bit more, and a bit more. I kept going, and he kept going in, until he was balls deep. I just wanted to feel him in there, stiff and pulsing, so I didn't move.

From where I was sitting, Chris deep inside of me, I could see the rest of the action in the backyard. Jack had rolled Rachel, the blindfolded girl, over so that her body was resting on his. He continued to fuck her ass from below her. My beloved cousin Abby, the Mad Dog, had switched away from Drew and was now licking Rachel's clit, two fingers buried in Rachel's pussy, palm up. Liz and Chloe had now joined Drew, both straddling him, one at his face and one at his hips. They looked so much alike, apart from one's hair being slightly lighter and wavier than the other's, that I really didn't know which was which.

The cock in me started moving. I leaned my weight back on my hands, resting against Chris's hips, to stop him. I was going to do the moving. So I slowly rocked my hips back and forth. I could feel my eyes rolling back, my head lolling from side to side. I was enjoying this, a slow, languid fuck that might last all afternoon.

Then Matt showed up.

He had my roommates with him, Jeff, Dukey, and Dunn. From the looks of things, they had told him that I invited them. He brought them over to me and gave me a look. I was in the middle of a good fuck and didn't feel like explaining anything, but I nodded my head, first at them and then at the group gathered around Rachel, and hoped that Matt understood that I wanted him to send them over there. Matt nodded back.

"You guys are just in time," he said. "You're wanted over there." But my roommates didn't hear him. I'd lived with them for over a year now, and we are close. They're good guys - smart, articulate, thoughtful college boys who would do anything for me. Salt of the earth, not idiot frat boys. I've never touched them, and I think that they realized that part of the deal in our living together was that I wouldn't be dating any of them. So after a year of living together and two of knowing each other, they've never seen me in less than a bikini or underwear. Seeing me fucking somebody, and for that matter getting fucked well and good, out in the open must have been a shock to them.

But I didn't have it in me to explain, to hold up my end of any conversation. So I just picked one - Duke? That's what I remember, though the memory is hazy - locked eyes with him, and then pointed my head down the hill toward the rest of the party. He followed my stare and caught on. "Hey," he said quietly to the others, pointing out odds across the yard: four women, only two men. As my boys turned their attention to the others, Liz noticed us and walked over. Without saying a word, she took Dukey and Jeff by the hand and led them away. Dunn followed.

Matt began to follow too, but I grabbed him by the belt and kept him. I spun him around and pulled his belt off, pulled his shorts open, let them drop to the ground. I pulled out his cock, leaned forward, and took it in my mouth. I stopped moving my hips, and Chris took over the motion. He stood me up, leaning forward, and stayed in me, working me slowly from behind.

Matt's cock grew in my mouth and kept growing. It was fucking enormous. I could not fucking believe it. I sucked until it was fully hard and I could barely get my mouth around it. I needed to get that fucker into my pussy.

So I stood up, turned around, and pushed Chris back onto the bench. I took his cock into my mouth, all the way into my throat, and stroked it with my tongue. Matt entered me from behind. I was stretched as tightly as I could be - he was so big that his girth pulled my clitoral hood open. I was so full that I felt tightness in my chest, just right at my limit. I fingered my clit furiously.

I was vaguely aware of Chris coming in my mouth, of a thick jet of come hitting me square in the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could and kept sucking. Chris finally tapped me on the shoulder, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and slipped away. I leaned on the bench with my elbows, bucking my hips back against Matt, fingering myself to what seemed like an endless climax. From Matt's groans, I could tell he was close, so I turned around and started sucking him. Almost immediately he began to come, with spurt after spurt hitting me in the face and tits. I sighed and sat down, leaning against the bench. Matt sat with me.

It took me a while to catch my breath. "She did say I'd get to fuck you," I said.

"She was not lying," he laughed. "It was a surprise to me, by the way."

My sister, the Mad Dog. It figures.

I was sweating and covered in come, so I walked over to the pool to rinse myself off. I dived in, did a quick lap, and then sat on the edge. By then, my roommates - my boys, I couldn't stop saying to myself - were in the tangle of bodies, double-teaming the women. One by one, the men shot their loads and withdrew. The women looked totally satisfied. Everybody took a rinse in the pool at some point, and Chris joked about how he was going to have to drain it and have it scrubbed. Eventually, my roommates made their way over to me and sat on the edge of the pool with me. We were all still naked. After a long pause, I laid it out for them. "Don't get weird, and don't tell anybody," I said. "I am not going to play any favorites, and I'm not going to get in the way if you're out with other girls. You're my roommates and my boys and my best friends, and none of you is ever going to be my boyfriend. Now get your asses out of the pool and fuck me."