And it's spreading.
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I honestly thought I was going to a normal party.
Seriously, Abby and I thought it was just another casual Sunday pool party. We didn't get the text from Lauren about it until late afternoon, but we didn't have any plans so we figured why not. Our Saturday was a lazy day--we slept in late, binge watched some TV, and bookended that with making love a couple of times. It was great.
Abby and I both try and stay fit. We both ran marathons and keep up with doing some sports in casual leagues- we're the ones who a lot of people think try too hard and practice too much, but we've both got a pretty strong competitive streak as well. And our bodies reflect all of this: I'm a lean and trim six feet, and Abby has wonderful muscle tone for her much smaller frame. We both manage to get great tans pretty naturally. And we "matched." When someone met the partner of the other they immediately saw why we connected. It was like our marriage was inevitable.
And it felt like it. We had a wonderful five years together, two of which we were married for. I was as happy as I could have imagined.
So we went over to Lauren's on Sunday a bit after noon. We already had lunch and figured there would be light snacks and some beer. We prepared accordingly: we brought some new skewers we just discovered a recipe for and some beers, and we wore our swimsuits over. Abby wore a caftan over her fairly modest bikini and some flip-flops, and I just threw a shirt and some sandals on along with my swimsuit. A normal pool party.
There weren't too many extra cars there when we arrived, which was a bit unusual for one of Lauren's parties. Then again, since we got the notice so late maybe others did as well. I grabbed the snacks and beer from the car and we walked to the house. Lauren and her husband, George, had a nice, large house that looked like maybe it was originally built in the sixties. They definitely did some remodeling though, and it was beautiful. George was a little bit older than us (maybe fifteen years?), and he was well up in the bank he worked in. He could afford to have a very nice house.
The party was going to be focused by the pool, and George had a privacy fence put up around the whole back yard and pool. I started walking to the rear gate as I had a number of times before when Abby stopped. "Hey, I've got to go to the bathroom. Can you go ahead and take the stuff back?"
"Sure," I said. I'd see her in a couple of minutes out back and we'd relax with some old friends and maybe meet a few new and interesting people as we did at these parties. Abby's athletic build was dynamite in a bikini, but I had to admit that my eye strayed to check out some of the bustier girls in their swimsuits now and then. Definitely new and interesting.
As I walked to the rear it seemed a lot louder than normal, which made me think of how odd it was that there were so few cars. It wasn't until I opened the gate and stepped in that I realized something was really different.
Everyone was naked.
And I mean everyone.
People standing around, drinks in hands, sitting at tables, chatting away... Naked. Breasts, dicks, hair-hidden mounds... All out on display. And everyone seemed cool with it.
I started to turn around. There must have been some sort of mistake, I thought. I turned to leave, when I felt a hand on my arm.
"Patrick!"
I turned back and saw my wife's old friend, Tanya. I normally checked out Tanya when I saw her at these pool parties- she was curvier than Abby, and had very voluptuous breasts. I had seen her naked before when she was performing a nude scene in a play but at that moment... Her raven-colored hair stood out so much from her pale skin and light pink nipples. She had a little belly, which led to her totally shaven-
Well that was new, I thought.
"Patrick," she teased out.
I realized I was staring at her bare womanhood. She was still touching my arm, that's how close she was. My mind just couldn't wrap around the fact that-
"You're naked," I said.
She looked down in mock horror. "Really? I had no idea!" She laughed as she "tried" to cover herself with her hands.
I exhaled sharply. "I- I think I should go." I turned back to the gate, but I felt Tanya's grip harder on my arm.
"Wait, wait," she said. "Where's Abby?"
"Inside," I said. I felt uneasy. "Did she know about this?"
"Hmmm, I don't think so," Tanya said as she pulled herself closer to me. "Glad you could make it, though."
"What... is going on?"
"Just having fun." The arm she had was still holding the beer. "Here, let's put these down over on the table." She started dragging me over. I could barely resist.
My eyes wandered over the group. Men and women of a whole range of ages, which wasn't too strange for a Lauren and George party. But seeing them all naked was still shocking me. And then I saw what they were doing.
There was a group in the grass behind the pool from where I was that were laying down on some towels. There was no denying what they were doing. An older woman straddled a man while she sucked another guy's dick, and another guy was huddled over a woman, holding her by the thighs as he thrust in and out of her. Around this group there were others standing by watching, some cheering them on.
We were almost to the table when I planted my feet down and stopped. "Really, what the hell is this?"
She switched hands on me as she took the six-pack of beer from my hands and set it on the table. "People just having a good time. Relaxing, and feeling good."
I started to feel hot. Dizzy. I looked around. "Where- Where's Abby?" As I spun around looking, I lost my balance and fell hard into the table. I knocked over a tray of snacks, and the skewers I was still carrying also crashed to the ground. I made a mess, and I was a mess.
Tanya was there right away. "Are you okay?" she asked as she bent down to help me up. Her large breasts hung down, swaying slightly to and away from her stomach as she stood above me. I waved her off, and started to stand up. Tanya took my dismissal of her offer to instead start picking up the food from the ground. She squatted next to me, and it was hard not to admire her body. Curvy, nice legs, and a smile she flashed as she cleaned up and caught me staring.
"If you're okay, want to help me clean this up?" she said.
I nodded and helped. I quickly grabbed things from the ground and tossed them into a large trash can next to the house. For a few moments, I was totally distracted. I had a task to do, and I had something eye-catching to look at. Someone. I could see Tanya's little comedy-tragedy mask tattoo on the top of her foot, and the tattoo of a shooting star on her left hip right above her...
Abby. I was almost done cleaning when I remembered. I needed to go.
"Patrick?" Tanya called after me as I walked to the house's sliding glass doors. I shifted my swim shorts. I needed to get Abby and get out of there.
I passed close by to several groups of party-goers who were acting like the party was absolutely ordinary. I also passed by one couple that was screwing, her back pressed up against the wall, legs wrapped around her man. I walked past them. I needed to find Abby.
I walked over to a large room that George and Lauren used for a lot of their parties- big windows, sectional couches, a few tables scattered about for drinks. More people were there. And even more fucking. I tried to block out the sights and sounds, but you couldn't ignore it all. I needed to focus on Abby. I looked across the room and down a small hallway toward some of the restrooms, and I found her.
Not with a man. But three men. And the men were naked.
A blonde-haired guy and a heavily tattooed guy stood behind and to the left of her, eyeing her intently. But Abby was focused on the fit, brown-haired guy in front of her. His hands were on her hips as they looked at each other.
And then they kissed.
I couldn't tell exactly who made the move, but I thought it was the guy. I told myself my wife wouldn't just kiss another guy behind my back. But no matter who started it, it was clear that she was kissing back. I grew frustrated and confused, trying to figure out what was going on. I started to walk toward them when I felt a hand slide into my mine.
Tanya's intertwined our fingers together and she pulled herself close. "Patrick, are you alright?"
I looked over at her. A naked woman holding me, talking to me... It was like somewhere in my brain all of the old instinctual impulses fired. I stared at Tanya for a second as I realized that... I was getting hard.
"What the- Tanya, what is this?"
She gave a slight shrug, which was so much more interesting than it would have been any other time. "Nobody knows. It's just... It's like a magic spell. You get here and..." Her gaze flicked off to the side and then stayed there. I followed her look, and I could barely stand.
My wife was passionately kissing this man, but he stopped. Instead of making out, he stepped back and showed his fully-erect cock to Abby. One hand he raised up to her shoulder, and I could tell that he gently pushed her down. She followed, pushing strands of her short, brown hair out of her face. Her eyes went up to him-
I wanted to run over-
-her fingers wrapped around his shaft-
-kick his ass for even trying to-
-and wrapped her lips around the head of his prick, slowly working him into her mouth.
-to do what...?
I was sweating. My pulse raced. Tanya held my hand more firmly, and her other hand wrapped around mine as well. "It's okay. You'll see."
I stood unmoving as I watched my wife fellate this guy, whoever the hell he was, in a room full of... other people fucking. Was this a setup? Did she expect me to just go along with her plan to enjoy an orgy without asking me, or even telling me first?
I was angry. I was scared.
And I was turned on.
I realized just how hard I was getting being there. My wife was still across the large room, but I could see her well enough. Her head bobbed as she gave her all to pleasing this guy. He lay back against the wall, eyes half-closed and enjoying sensations that I knew intimately.
"It is," Tanya's voice came from my right, "Kind of sexy, isn't it?" Her hands held my hand tightly still.
"Crazy," was all I could say.
I saw her crack a very beautiful smile from the corner of my eye. "Don't you think you deserve... a chance for something new now and then?" she asked.
"But- But Abby's my WIFE," I said, the desperation and panic clear in my voice.
"And she still is," Tanya said. She turned to face me again and I found myself distracted again as I saw her round, full pale breasts tipped in pink. "If you love her, you want her to feel good, right?"
I wanted to look at Tanya, to just focus on that, but I made myself look back at my wife. She had taken off her flip-flops and was now kneeling in front of the man, fucking him with her face. But I kept watching. It was like an accident you just couldn't peel your eyes away from. And it made me harder.
"Kind of feels good watching her enjoying herself, doesn't it?" Tanya asked.
It took me a minute. "Yeah," I admitted.
"Good," Tanya said. "You should enjoy it." I felt her right hand let go of covering mine. Then I felt pressure on my cock through my swimsuit. She searched around a bit through the thick material, but it only took her a second before she found my shaft and slowly teased up and down it with her palm.
I sighed. It felt amazing, even diluted by the fabric. She rubbed me as I watched the blonde walk to Abby's side. He stroked his cock near her face, and her hand reached up to grab him. She was there pleasuring two men while her friend stroked me through my shorts.
My mind was in overload.
Especially when Tanya's hand moved up to my waistband.
I think there are a lot of nerve endings not just in a penis, but right above in the lower abdomen as well. My world lit up as I felt Tanya's hand there, pushing between the waist of the swimsuit and my skin. Her fingers reached the string inside the shorts and untied the bow I made, loosening the waist. Then she plunged down, getting her hand to wrap around the top of my cock.
It was heavenly.
I closed my eyes and just focused on the sensations of her touch, slowly sliding around my erection, teasing the nerves to fire off impulses of pleasure into my brain. "You like this?" Tanya asked breathily.
I nodded. I was sweating. God it felt good.
I glanced over at my wife. She had moved to suck on the blonde's cock, one hand working the tattooed guy's shaft and the other to her first kisser from earlier. How far would it go, I wondered.
Then, panic. I felt the material sliding down. By the time I noticed what Tanya was doing it was too late. My swimsuit was dropped to my knees, and Tanya was just jerking my cock in front of everyone at the party. I couldn't even hide myself because it just. Felt. So. Good.
"I've been waiting a while to see this," Tanya said. "How's that?"
"Phenomenal," I said. I couldn't be anything but honest.
"Good," she purred in my ear. She stroked me as a few people nearby took notice. They gave me applause!
"Nice package!" a naked woman in a crowd off to my right shouted to me.
I turned red and grinned, but that was it. I was exposed to these people as my wife's friend gave me a handjob.
Abby. I looked up just in time to see her leaning forward, alternating between the blonde and tattooed guy's cocks in her mouth. The brown-haired kissing hunk from earlier reached up under her caftan and hefted it up. I could see my wife's bikini bottom. The guy had one hand on his cock and the other to those bottoms, pulling them aside to get to the treasure within. He inserted a finger and my wife's back arched in pleasure as she continued sucking on the two men in front of her.
"This is..." I couldn't even finish.
But Tanya could. "Just getting started!" She walked in front of me and gave me a kiss. My hands moved down to explore her body, her breasts, her waist, her hips her- I stopped on her abdomen, but she seemed fine with that. She squatted down and moved my erection from her hands to her mouth.
Fucking phenomenal.
My eyes were open wide as the sensations coursed through me. I watched as the guy behind my wife pulled her bottoms down, past her tanned and toned thighs, down her shaped calves, and to her feet. I witnessed my wife's eagerness to bare herself as she stepped out of her bikini bottoms and kicked them away. She leaned forward more, presenting her pussy to the man, her sex lightly covered in short brown hair.
Tanya's mouth felt incredible on my dick, sucking and licking, as I observed the man take his hard cock and place it in Abby's most intimate area. My wife took the prick out of her mouth as the brown-haired man's shaft pierced her fleshy folds. She shouted with ecstasy as she took him fully inside her and they began their ancient rhythm.
Watching another man fuck my wife, his bare dick entering her unprotected sex. Small voices popped up: jealousy of her lover, fear of disease and other complications... But they were quickly silenced. There was too much pleasure. Feeling Tanya's affections on me lessened any blow seeing my wife fuck this guy might have dealt me.
Tanya took her mouth off me for a moment. "How are you doing?"
"This is so hot," I said, still watching this guy as he rammed into my wife while she took turns on sucking cocks. But how could I complain? Her friend Tanya was showing me her expert skills in fellatio. It was literally the best blowjob I ever had up to that point.
"Having a good time?" I heard a voice casually to my left. A beautiful, nude Lauren was walked over to me, a wine glass in hand. Lauren was always a breath-taker, an honest-to-god former model. At almost six feet tall, she had long legs accentuated by her slim, almost willowy build. Long brown hair fell down her back. I'd seen all that before, but suddenly... Pert breasts rested firmly on her chest, perfectly shaped with nipples and aereolae just the right size. Her flat tummy led down to a very finely trimmed pussy, something she made no effort to hide as her long legs brought her to us.
"This is... unbelievable," I said. Getting blown by my wife's friend, talking to another one of our friends who was naked, all the while my wife is getting fucked and sucking cock on the other side of the room. If I could've gotten harder, I probably did.
Lauren pressed herself against me, wrapping one arm around my back. She looked down and smiled warmly at Tanya. "She is good, isn't she?"
"How would you know?" I asked.
"This party didn't just start today," Lauren said. She extended a finger past the wine glass and trailed it along my stomach. Women liked my abs, they just usually didn't touch them. "These feel even better than they look!"
I laughed lightly, but it got hard to laugh when another blast of pleasure hit me from Tanya's workings. "Has everybody just gone crazy?" I said between pulses of sensation.
Lauren leaned in to my ear. "Everybody's just gotten free." Her right hand slid down to give my ass a squeeze, and she smiled again. "Have fun," she said. She walked off to my right, and I watched her wonderful ass as she went away.
And Tanya kept going. She made eyes with me when I glanced down, but most of my attention switched back to my wife. I watched her and her new lover increase their tempo, and I wondered where he would cum. Along her back? Up in the air? Would he walk up front and cum on her face?
He gripped her hard on the hips as he worked her in a frantic speed, thrusting again and again and again, building up right to the moment where he-
Buried himself inside of her.
Abby cried out as he stopped, pulling her ass against him, his cock deep inside her pussy. He let out a mix of a sigh and a grunt, and he clearly must have been cumming. His seed launched deep into the walls of my wife, his semen free inside her. Physically, two people couldn't get closer than that, and that guy just did that with my wife.
And she loved it. She cried out and then rested as he slowly pumped the rest of his juices into her. I was speechless, seeing something I never imagined seeing while Tanya kept making my body feel good. After a minute, she turned around to him and kissed him passionately, more bonding after they shared their most intimate of moments.
But that wasn't all. To turn Abby had to leave the blonde and tattooed guys' cocks, and they weren't done. Abby's cover-up had fallen down without her lover holding it up, and the blonde guy quickly moved to lift it back up. He exposed her pussy in all of its glory, and kept pulling up. Soon the caftan was pulled over her head, breaking her kiss with the brown-haired guy. The tattooed guy stepped in and started kissing her as his hands caressed her body, making their way behind her back to untie her bikini top, the last threads she wore. With that thrown off, my wife was just as naked and wild as everyone else at the party... except me.
I had a beautiful woman sucking my cock. My wife already indulged. So it was my turn. I took my shirt off. "I want you, Tanya."
She looked up at me and paused. "Say it again."
I kicked out of my sandals. "I want you, Tanya. When I saw you naked on that stage, I fantasized..."
Tanya stood up. "About what?"
"You," I said. My hands trailed down to her ample bosom. "Your body... Being with you, inside you... Watching your breasts swing up and down as our bodies slapped together, fucking you, making you cry out in pleasure... But I never thought it would happen..."
"But now it will," she said. Her hands ran over my naked abs. "God, you make me so wet!" She grabbed me and pulled me over toward one of the couches. Another couple was laying on the couch, but that didn't stop us. I kicked off my shorts as we walked so I, too, was bare of all constraints. I hefted Tanya up to the back of the couch, and she spread her legs wide for me.
"I wanted you so bad," I said. "But it felt wrong."
"Does this feel wrong?" she asked as she guided my cock into her waiting pussy.
I couldn't speak. It was the greatest feeling in the world. It was like all the sex I had prior to that day, with ex-girlfriends, one-night stands, Abby, all of them, was nothing compared to this new feeling.
"Oh hell no," I said.
She sighed. "Good... God, I can't believe this is happening, either. You are so fucking hot, Patrick." Our own motions started, and I listened to her as I watched my cock slide in and out of her shaved sex. "I wanted you. I told Abby I would be up for a threesome, but she said no."
"And now she's doing a foursome..." I said with a laugh. I looked up briefly and saw Abby. The tattooed guy was sitting on a couch and she was facing him, riding him. But then the blonde guy came in, and she sat up some, off of the cock she was on. The blonde guy slid in for a few thrusts, but only for a moment. Then my wife settled back on the tattooed guy's cock, getting few thrusts in, as the blonde pushed in and... my God, I thought, she's taking two cocks at once! The blonde guy had his cock in her ass! She kissed the tattooed guy passionately and put an arm behind her to connect to the blonde guy... She was embracing the change and loving it.
"God, both of you are hot!" I heard to my right. Another older woman, maybe in her early forties, watched us with her phone out. It was tilted sideways, and I was sure she was recording us, but I didn't care. One hand held the camera while the other toyed with her body, slowly circling her brown bush.
"Holy shit, I want that video!" Tanya said as we began to heat up. "I want to see me fucking this stud again, and again, and again..."
It was fantastic. I held her legs up. She had thicker, fuller thighs than Abby's athletic build. Absolutely beautiful. I held up her foot and took her short toes into my mouth, sucking as I plunged into her. Abby's freedom would be balanced out by my own. I never realized just how much I wanted Tanya until that day.
"What a fucking stud," the woman with the camera said. "I hope I can get some of that!"
I looked at her. She was a middle-aged woman of average build, a cute face with barely noticable crow's feet, but someone I probably would never have looked at twice on the street. But there she was, videoing me and touching her pussy, her pink lips just barely peeking out from behind the dark hairs of her bush.
"Me too," I said.
I think we both sighed at that.
But I was still in Tanya. And God, she felt good.
Tanya's breasts swayed up and down as I moved in and out of her. There were a few pairs of eyes on us, watching us. But that didn't make me anxious. If anything it excited me. I was fucking. Everyone fucked. Certainly everyone there had just fucked. Human beings fucked. It's just what we did, and I was doing it with Tanya.
While a few others gave us some attention, the older woman had her camera and was laser-focused on us. Or really, just me. Her camera kept pointing toward me as she stood up and walked closer. She had a pear-shaped figure, on the short side, and the thighs that led to her bush were full and juicy. Her breasts were fair but not large, her brunette hair fell straight down to just above her shoulders, and I could make out stretch marks along her stomach. Her body was that of a normal woman, but her walk and look gave away her deeper sexuality. She hungered. Her camera and her eyes were locked on my body as I kept thrusting into Tanya.
"You are so hot," the woman said. "You stud," she added with a wink. "I'm Cynthia."
"Patrick." She had my name on her video then, too, I realized. Whatever, I thought. Tanya felt so good, and I was drawn to the woman. "Getting a souvenir?" I asked, nodding to the camera phone.
"Broadcasting, baby," she said. "My friends will never believe I met such a hot guy. A fucking stud." She smiled and winked again. "Literally!"
Tanya looked up at me and smiled. It was surreal, having a woman flirt with you while you were in the middle of fucking another woman.
Cynthia wrapped an arm around my waist with one hand as she zoomed her phone in to the point of penetration on Tanya's body. "This is your first hook-up since you got here," she said.
"Hell yes," she said with a big grin. "I had some pretty high expectations for him... and I'm not disappointed."
I grabbed Tanya's calves, but my pace slowed. The new woman was distracting me, and I liked it. The woman's hand traced my body, starting with my shoulder and working down my arm. When she got to my hand she touched my wedding ring. She briefly looked at Tanya, then at me. "Where's your wife?"
I looked over at Abby. They were finishing, her two new lovers having clearly loosed their sperm into her pussy and virgin ass. Things had changed. Abby and I weren't limiting our bodies to each other anymore. And she took their cum, meaning- she could be pregnant, I realized. All of our hopes of raising our own family, possibly gone in an instant.
But there was Tanya. I picked up my tempo again, thinking of this curvy, beautiful woman I was inside. I was free to do what I wanted.
I watched Tanya's body move with our thrusts. "I want to cum inside you," I said.
"Oh yeah, baby." Her smile was pure sex. "Give it all to me."
"Are you on the pill?"
If her smile could get any more devious, it did. "No, baby. But I'm ready for you."
Faster. "I want this," I said. "I want to this, I want you, you amazing woman..." Everything was making sense, coming together, to help me find my true emotions. This talented actress wanted me, I wanted her, and... "I want to make you pregnant."
She grunted as our bodies moved together more rapidly. "Somebody's gonna today..."
It seemed crazy. No one cared. It was just: fuck. Consequences later. The thought of sharing my seed with Tanya pushed me harder, and I felt myself approaching climax.
I felt Cynthia, my watcher, place her hand on my back, then settle her body close to mine. "Do it, baby," she said. "Let it all go."
I turned to look at her. I thrust away into Tanya, but I was captivated by Cynthia. She had an average, curvy build, a cute face... So normal. So womanly.
"Fuck her hard," Cynthia said as Tanya moaned. Cynthia moved her hand down my back slowly. "Give her you cock, make her cum, then you cum-"
It was building-
"Cum inside her pussy, connect with her, give her your seed-"
Building-
"Make a life with her, because you can, together-"
Oh God-
"And then I want you in me, touching my breasts, giving me your cock, your cum, inside, fucking me until I've got a piece of you inside me for good."
And then she kissed me.
I came, hard, into Tanya as Cynthia and I kissed passionately. It was the single most erotic and fulfilling moment I had ever had in my life. Tanya was lust, my years with Abby were love, but with Cynthia... Selfless love, wanting me to have pleasure and to feel loved beyond all else. It was an unbelievable, life changing moment.
I was cumming to my wife's best friend's unprotected pussy as I passionately embraced my newly found soulmate.
"Oh shit, yeah," Tanya said. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long." It was so Tanya.
Tanya's pussy felt wonderful. We were a natural fit. I probably should have pushed Abby for a threesome before that day- I can only imagine how great it would have been at the time. Even that would have been eclipsed by my new freedom, however. I was free to be with anyone I wanted, to spread my seed, to live and love...
Cynthia. Her hand cradled my balls, gently massaging them. She pulled back from the kiss. "Get it all out, lover." She smiled at me, showing her beautiful white teeth. "The more in her, the merrier."
"You really want me to-"
"Uh-huh," Cynthia cut me off. "And I'm next."
Damn, I thought. My mind whirled. It seemed crazy, wanting to let go, not even thinking about condoms and...
Fuck, it felt GOOD. I pulled back from Cynthia and looked down at Tanya. I leaned forward, hovering over her, and she responded by pulling me closer with her legs and then her arms. We kissed, and I felt Cynthia idly stroking my back as I embraced Tanya, loosing the last of my sperm inside of her.
"We should have done this a long time ago," I whispered into Tanya's ear.
"Abby would have flipped," she said.
I put my weight on my arms and pushed just enough to see over the sofa and across the room. Abby was laying across the laps of the three men who just became her new lovers. "I don't think she minds so much now."
Tanya laughed. "Yeah, I think you're right on that." She smiled at me, and I got a good look into her deep green eyes. "Are you okay...?"
It was nice that she asked me. My wife literally fucked three other guys while I was in the same room without so much as an ask from her if I minded. As if that wasn't enough, Tanya knew that Abby and I were just starting to try for a baby, and there three other guys just tried in my place. I thought- I KNEW I should have felt bad, but... I didn't. It was actually... kind of exciting. I actually found myself hoping that one of their seeds did take root... It would make the day even more unforgettable. Things were changing, already changed- including between me and Abby.
Tanya still stared at me, a glimmer of worry in her eye. So sweet. "I'm fine," I said, my smile genuine. "I'm so happy to be here with you. Finally."
"Finally," she echoed. She tilted her head with that big smile again. "I want to see you again. We should spend more time together now."
"Definitely." I kissed her again briefly and lovingly, and then I pulled out and brought myself up. A little of my cum streamed out of her lips, but most of it remained. It was the sexiest, wildest thing I had ever done until then, and I was loving it.
As I stood up a tall man walked near her, pointing his hard cock toward Tanya's face as she lay on the sofa. "You look so great, and I wondered if you wanted to keep going?"
Tanya licked her goddam lips looking at his manhood. Her expression said it all, and the man moved to where I was only moments before. Tanya shot me a quick look. "Okay?"
I smiled. "Okay." That was actually what started to slowly make me hard again: my wife went off with random guys, and my new lover just took another guy into her within moments of me unloading into her. When you care for someone, why wouldn't you want to see them enjoy their bodies? Who it was with wasn't important. Not anymore.
Tanya's sounds as the new cock slid in and out of her were like she made when I was in her moments earlier. The sounds of fucking. The sounds of being human. The faces may change, but the act remained the same.
"It's exciting, isn't it?" Cynthia said. I turned to look at her. She was a head shorter than me, curvy, with those little crow's feet at her eyes. Her bush was full, and I doubted she expected to be showing it like she was.
I noticed the wedding ring on her left hand. "Where's your husband?"
She shrugged. "Somewhere. Your wife?"
I gestured over to the couch across the room. "Over there."
Cynthia grabbed my hand, locking our fingers together. "Shall we say hello?"
Cynthia... I nodded, and together we walked naked, hand-in-hand through a room full of other bare bodies. We found Abby laid out across her three men. Each man idly massaged her with his hands- massaging her feet, caressing her face, and drifting fingers across her flat stomach. She looked sweaty and spent, and I knew she was filled with her lovers' gifts.
Cynthia and I stood before them. "Hey Abby," I said. The group looked up at us, and Abby seemed a little surprised.
"Oh, hey," she said, moving to sit up. She tried to get off of the men, maybe into what would seem to be a less compromising position, but settled instead for seated between two of them. It's not like there was anything to hide, with all of ourselves exposed to each other.
"Do-uh, do you want to talk for a second?" I asked.
"Sure," she said, getting up. Cynthia let go of my hand and started talking to Abby's friends as we walked away.
"You look like you're having fun," I said.
Abby ran her fingers through her long, straight hair. "I- I don't know what happened. I was going to the bathroom, and then I just... I couldn't help it, I wanted him... I wanted them! So bad..." She shifted her weight from leg to leg, her lean body still sexy even in that awkward shuffle. Was even thinking about that getting her horny again? And getting me horny again?
"It's okay," I said, trying to focus. "I finally hooked up with Tanya."
"Finally?" Abby asked.
"Yeah. I wanted to... and I guess she wanted to, for a while."
"Oh," she said. A soft smile crossed her face. "But you didn't. Until now."
"No. It didn't seem right."
Abby sighed. "But now..."
"Yeah..."
We stood there, awkwardly avoiding any long eye contact with each other.
"Who's that woman?" Abby asked, looking back at Cynthia as she laughed with Abby's friends.
"Cynthia," I said.
"Did you two fuck?" Abby asked bluntly. No anger, no sadness. Just a statement.
"Not yet," I said.
Abby rested her hands on her lower back and shook her head. "This is crazy, huh?"
"Yeah. But hot. You looked amazing with those guys."
Abby's eyes lit up. "Really? I mean, like I said, at first I just... I didn't know what I was doing, and then... It was like something was just- like a block in my mind was just let go, and I just did it, and... God, it felt so good with those cocks in me, it was the best sex that I ever could ha-" She cut herself off, realizing that she inadvertently slammed our joint sex life.
"It's okay," I said. "Tanya was... unlike anything else."
Abby got it. "Okay, okay." She was still moving her weight, left to right on her feet. She brought her head up and looked straight at me. "Patrick, I... feel a connection. With them. It's like- like our bodies were made for each other, molded to... to be together. All of us."
The look in her eyes told me that I was not a part of "us." But that was no surprise. What was surprising was how clearly I was able to process that. To accept that.
Abby's eyes held mine. "I don't know what's happened, but... Something's changed and... Maybe, we just need some time on our own to rediscover ourselves."
Her desire was clear, and it was for her new lovers. Maybe it was even love, or whatever new emotions we were feeling then. Our shared love, the connection we had... changed. I knew there was no turning back, and that we needed to make new choices to find happiness.
"Yeah," I said, looking back at Cynthia. "Yeah, you're right."
Abby follwed my gaze and saw the connection I made before turning back to me with a big smile. "I love you, Patrick," she said. She pulled me close and kissed me. Our naked bodies pressed together in embrace as they had many times before, but we were but one of many couples together like that there. We were open and sharing.
I took a moment to try and capture the feel of her small, pert breasts pressed against my chest, her flat tummy pushing against me, and the feel of my cock brushing the hair near her pussy. I knew it would be a while before I felt that again.
She stepped back and smiled at me. We walked back, and Cynthia was laughing at one of the men's jokes. Abby waited for the joke and the laughs to end, and then asked her friends about getting food. They stood up and walked outside. I watched them leave and admired Abby's cute ass, a part of Abby I was intimately familiar with, as the last sign of her as she left.
"Looks like you've found some more energy," Cynthia said to me. I jumped as I felt her hand grasp my suddenly hard cock. She was right, and damn she felt good.
"Yeah," I let out.
"She's really hot," Cynthia said as she started pulling my prick.
"So are you," I said.
"Mmmm, flattery will get you everywhere," she said as she took one of her hands to guide my hand between her legs. It felt good to find her bush, and to explore the fleshy mounds underneath.
Cynthia's hair was in a cute, shoulder-length bob. She was cute and sexy. It almost looked like she was squinting when she smiled as her whole heart-shaped face lit up. We stood there, smiling and touching each other intimately as the passerbys laughed, talked, looked at us or ignored us.
"This is crazy," I sighed.
"Unbelievable," she said. She looked around. "What do you say- how about we get some privacy?"
I laughed lightly. Given all I'd done, privacy seemed pointless. But Cynthia did have a point. We were going to have sex. We may as well make our first time special.
"Yeah," I said.
She beamed. "Great!" She moved, my hand no longer touching her, and then proceeded to lead me around the house by my stiff cock. I got some admiring looks from some ladies as we walked until eventually we found a bedroom that was empty upstairs. The bed was a mess, with blankets moved about and pillows at odd angles. But it was a bed.
"Lay down," Cynthia said as she led me to the mattress. I got on the bed and got comfortable, noting a slightly damp spot. I didn't care. Hell, it kind of turned me on. Someone else had sex there, and sex was... sexy!
I laid on my back, my cock acting like a sundial because Cynthia was making me so hard. Cynthia got up on the bed next to me, moving along on her knees. Her legs were beautiful, thighs just thick enough. Her breasts were full and round, and her bush captivated me. I wanted to be there... But her smile. Oh, her smile...
"They say I give the best head," she said. Then she bent down and took me deep inside her mouth.
I gasped. "They were right!"
It felt AMAZING. She bobbed and swirled, touching me in ways that made my body respond wonderfully. I could barely move.
She pulled off for a moment. "God, I can still taste her on you."
"Tanya?" I asked.
"Yeah." Then she was back on me. I thought of Tanya, and then I thought of Cynthia. Then I thought of them both together. Cynthia tasted Tanya's pussy on me... and that didn't seem to phase her.
"Have you eaten pussy before?" I asked.
Cynthia's eyes looked up, and she purred with my cock in her mouth. I had to fight cumming right there.
She must have sensed it, since she took her mouth off of me and started repositioning herself on the bed. "You want to see me eat pussy?"
"Hell yeah."
She smiled as she started to stradle me.
I sighed. "I- I want that and- I can't stop thinking about you. It's crazy, we just met, but-"
"Me too," she said, grabbing my dick and sliding it between her waiting folds. "Since you walked in, I can't explain it, it's like..."
"Like it's in our DNA," I said.
"Like it's destiny." She looked into my eyes as her warm entrance engulfed me. And we became one.
Cynthia slowly slid up and down, giving us the sensations of friction that redefined pleasure for us. We looked at each other with faces of lust and happiness, thrilled to be living in that moment.
"Cynthia... This feels so good, this- Your touch, but you, your smile, your spirit you- It's crazy, I can't say it."
"Say what?"
"How it feels. It's like I- I love you. More than anything. More than anyone, it's crazy, we just met-"
"I feel it, too," she said. She moved faster, increasing our physical and emotional pleasure. "I feel that I love you, too. That's the only way to say it. I love you."
That made my life to hear. It was crazy, confessing love to a woman I just met. Just met! But it was the most right thing I had ever done. From my heart, I knew it was true, even though I couldn't describe it.
The moment was shaken as I looked at her hand again. "You're married," I said.
"Jim's done with me. He loves his boss." No pain, just pleasure as our sex brought her physical happiness. "Actually..." She grabbed her rings with her right hand and pulled them off. She tossed them to the side of the bed. "I'm free." She looked at me for a moment. "Or I'm yours. If you want me."
Abby came to my mind. Her tight body, the hot sex, her intelligence, her wit, everything... I loved her too, but that changed. The chapter closed. She had her men. I had Cynthia. I grabbed my ring and tossed it to the floor. "I do."
Cynthia's smile was huge. She picked up the tempo, and we fucked harder. "Made for this. We were made for this..."
I thrust with her, reveling in my freedom to be with this woman who... completed me.
She leaned forward, her generous breasts dangling down, and ran her hand back through her hair. "Marry me," she said. "No rings, no ceremony, just us. Our bodies, our souls, together, as one."
"I do," I said, our physical union blowing my mind. "Yes, I do."
She leaned in and we kissed hard, the sex continuing to build. "You'll love me always? When I'm kissing another woman..."
"Yes." So hard.
"Eating pussy," she whispered.
"Yes!"
"Getting fucked by another man-"
"Yes." Too hot.
"-his seed inside me-"
"Yes!"
"-no matter what happens."
"YES!"
Pictures flooded through my mind. Cynthia and Tanya. Cynthia and me. Cynthia blowing guys. Cynthia fucking guys. Lots of guys. Their cum, leaking out of her, her sexual passion on full display, seeing her love cock...
I came inside my new bride. I thought it was crazy, but the Change helped us discover ourselves and our true partners. We kissed, and her moans into my mouth told me she was cumming, too. Together. I had never been so happy.
We kissed and held each other as my cock deflated in her, giving her every ounce of my cum. At first glance, under the old ways, you would never have thought that a slightly plump MILF would hook up with an athlete ten years her junior. But we did. And it was perfect.
We dozed off together, but we awoke when the door opened. A couple entered who, like us, were looking for a place to connect. Of course my eyes ate up the woman, dark-haired, coppery-brown skin, curvy with nice large breasts and a thick black bush between her legs. Absolutely beautiful.
"Sorry," the man said, "We were just checking if the room was free."
"It's okay," Cynthia said with a grin. "Plenty of space to share."
And share we did. I watched this new woman moan and cry in pleasure as the man gave her all his energy to her... and when I gave mine to her. I got to know every inch of curves on the raven-haired vixen. It was amazing. We didn't even swap names until we swapped cum! And I could look over and see Cynthia taking that man inside her, moaning in pleasure. I watched my bride fuck that man hard and then cum inside my new wife's pussy. That was life after the big Change. Wonderful.
I didn't hear from Abby for a while. And that was fine. Cynthia and I were unbelievably happy together, and we watched and helped each other feel new levels of pleasure. We spent a lot of time together with Tanya as well as some old friend sand some new friends. But every night Cynthia and I spent in each other's arms. And there wasn't anywhere I would rather be.
Sometimes to get the best, you need to let go. And what you find will bring you the happiness to set you free.
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