Jim and Edie Again Ch. 19-20

I chucked. "Send her over and tell her the dress code of the day." I wondered how Debbie would handle the nudity in a group of people.

"I will. I'm taking the kids and Megan to the beach for an hour or two, to McDonalds for lunch, and then I'll be back with all of you. Amy, Penny, and Jean are heading back now."

Fifteen minutes later, Amy, Penny, and Jean appeared. A fourth person came out behind them -- a very pretty and sexy fourth person that I assumed was Debbie. I rose and went to greet her. After introductions, I invited her to join me for a cup of coffee.

Debbie was a pixie. She wasn't all that busty, but one would not find her thin or deficient in the boob department, and with a little effort might be able to look like sixteen rather than thirty-six. She was trim, had a cheerleader body and related level of enthusiasm about life, and was well-read. I liked her. She also had a bikini tan, and I was enjoying looking at the white parts.

I questioned, "Job?"

"Oh, yes. I guess you don't recognize me, do you?" She grinned and posed against the wall of the house with one arm out and her finger pointing. Of course, she was naked and untypically, I tried to visualize her with clothes on. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her. Eventually, I told her that.

"I'm the meteorologist for WSRQ-TV -- Channel 32." She grinned. "I do the evening and late weather news Monday through Friday, but sometimes I swap off with my teammates. There are three of us, and we even have backups beyond that."

I slapped my forehead. "Of course. Sorry; I'm not a big TV person. You don't use your real name, do you?"

"No. Too many weirdoes out there. On TV I'm Marley Brinx."

I started laughing.

"You know who she is, don't you?"

"Marley Brinx? Yes, I do. Cute, dark brunette porn star with a manicured crop of pubic hair, just like you One of my favorites, I might add, although you don't look anything like her. Why'd you pick that as your stage name?"

She laughed, "The station managers didn't catch it, or didn't admit to it. I knew that I'd instantly have a male following. I felt I could be a little emboldened in how I worked, and how I dressed. I'm one of the few weather girls that shows cleavage, if you notice." She used her two arms to squeeze her breasts together.

I was still laughing, "And, according to Carolyn, you were a Peeping Tom on us last night?"

"I was. Carolyn told me where she was going -- here, and then emphasized that it was a party that would last through three overnights until Monday morning. Now, I've never heard of that kind of 'party' except where guests are from far out of town. I tried to rationalize some other more socially normative party that would require overnights where people would want to stay over only a quarter-mile from their regular homes. I couldn't.

"Now, I'm a bit of a pervert. I read racy stories and have a vivid imagination that turns to sex all the time. I jumped to the conclusion that something sexual was involved, but I wasn't certain. So, about ten o'clock last night I took a walk. I wasn't just right; I was awesomely right. I stood in the bushes over there for almost an hour and jilled off twice watching all of you." She gestured towards the side of the house.

I suggested, "Well, we're in a late-morning lull right now. We'll serve lunch, and then I have at least one game to get us back in the mood of being sexual with one another. In the meanwhile, why don't you introduce yourself to a few others. Do you have any questions for me?"

"How kinky do you get?"

"Not too much. Kinky is a relative term. We're not into whips, chains, BDSM, leaving marks, scat, piss, or pain. We're mostly exhibitionists and voyeurs, as you'll find out, and I think we're all hypersexual. Based on last night's activities, all of us apparently like variety, so expect to be with multiple partners between now and the end of the party on Monday morning. Public fornication is encouraged; it inspires others. Group sex is very acceptable."

I called up the graphic I'd used for many of our newer friends on my iPad and put it in front of Debbie. Everyone here had more or less made the transition from the stereotypical relationship featured on the left in this chart to the right. We're not possessive, exclusive, monogamous, jealous, or judgmental, to tick off the high points."

Debbie studies the chart. "I like this. I've been trying to move away from typical relationships to one with the features you seem to be extolling. Is this what you do in the relationship workshops you're involved in?"

"Yes," I replied. "A dozen of the people here come by way of those workshops. Others here have helped me hone those principles and many are related to Edie, my girlfriend, and me in some way."

Debbie went off and I saw her connecting with Carl, Alice, Sean, and Molly. They would be a good first start for Debbie since Sean and Molly were also relatively new to the group and only a week or so behind Carl and Alice.

I went off and found Edie and told her about Debbie. I then helped put out all the fixings for a lunch buffet.

At the end of lunch, Jim stood and asked whether was anybody was interested in a sexy game that would wile away the afternoon in a nice way. Everyone stayed and looked eagerly at Jim for further information.

Jim surveyed all of us sitting at the patio picnic tables under the large sunshade. Jim split the group into two teams, showing the results on a large flip chart. Basically, he'd matched up the old guard with the new guests reassigning people so there were mostly couples. Everyone nodded. They'd played that way a lot the night before. There were two lists, one through seven for one team, and one through six for the other with the two single women, Jean and Debbie, assigned at random, and one of the couples also assigned two numbers so there were seven and seven possibilities.

Jim reached in his pocket and pulled out a handful of old shaped dice. Some dice were little normal cubes, but others had ten or twelve facets to them. He smiled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, these are sex dice. Let me explain each die to you. The first one will involve the number of participants in the foreplay or sex act you will performing. The faces read: solo, couple, FFM, and MMF." He laughed, "If you need to involve other people you may pick them at random from anybody other than your equivalent numbers on the other team. They're in the same boat as you and will need to choose."

"The next die also has six sides to it. Those sides explain what you are to focus on as you romance each other: breasts; balls or clitoris; penis or pussy; neck, lips, and ears; and your choice.

"The third die is a simply to specify the time you have as a couple to apply various techniques to each other or as many as are involved. The options are in minutes -- one, two, three, five, and ten, and fifteen minutes.

"The fourth die has six sides to it. It specifies the actions that are needed: massage, suck or eat, stroke or rub, love and kiss, lick, and fuck.

"The end result, of course, is a mix of the following: a very horny partner or partners, orgasms, ejaculations, squirts, mouths full of cum, dripping pussies, and satisfied individuals who are having fun."

There was polite applause, and a few questions. Jim did a sample roll of the dice.

"My sample role says that the couple rolling need to pick another male for an MMF, the focus is up to the couple, for two minutes, and the action is stroking and rubbing. So, each person gets about forty seconds of touch action by the other two on the area of their body that the couple and their third partner choose."

He rolled again, "This time the couple would remain a couple, for three minutes, they'd fuck to emphasize ... balls and clit!" There was a lot of laughter.

"If you think the combination doesn't make sense, please roll again, either all of the dice or just one of them that you choose."

Bart eagerly said, "Let's start. We'll learn as we go."

Jim passed him the dice. "You and Mindy start. Your parallel partners are Bruce and Leah, so what you do, they'll be doing."

Bart winked at his wife and then rolled the dice onto the table. He laughed, "We need another female for an FFM, for two minutes, so we can suck each other's neck, lips, and ears."

Jim told him, "Start when you're ready.

Bart added Monica to his threesome, and Bruce picked Penny. Soon the two threesomes were being very oral with each member for about forty seconds each as the recipient of some oral foreplay. They got mild applause when they'd finished.

Josh and Emily rolled next, urged on by their parallel couple Webb and Amy, their spouses. He had five minutes, in a couple, to focus on penis and pussy, with sucking and eating. He looked up at everyone and grinned.

Amy went right to work sucking down Webb's tumescent cock. It was hard in seconds and she was doing a great job of working him up. Only a few feet away Josh was eating out Emily's pussy as she had her legs over his shoulder on the chaise they'd chosen. Jim gave them the halfway warning on time, a little late I thought, and the two couples shifted around to deliver pleasure to their opposite.

At the end of the time, Jim alerted them. There was reluctance to stop, but they did.

Webb said, "This is the best game I've ever played." He laughed along with many others.

Ethan, Carolyn, and Jean were the next to roll. Their counter parts were the couple Matt and Tammy. Ethan scored big. He rolled that his couple, actually three people, had ten minutes to fuck emphasizing any area of the body they wanted.

Ethan asked, "Can I invite another male to join in my threesome? I'm at a disadvantage here."

Jim nodded. Ethan turned and every male had their hand up to volunteer. He picked Carl. Carl and Jean immediately coupled as Ethan and Carolyn started to fuck on the adjacent chaise. Matt and Carolyn were doing the deed as well.

Jim said to the onlookers, "You may stroll close to the performing couple and even urge them on to great delights.

The others stood and did just as Jim had suggested. Soon each chaise, had three or four other people right next to the occupants watching them fuck and change positions. Most of the men fondled their cocks, and women were stroking their slits as they watched the couples. I thought of the term, 'Good theater' as applying to the scene.

Our first 'fucking couples' didn't orgasm. Carolyn said there was too many distractions for her to focus on the important things. Jean agreed. The three guys cited performance anxiety. Jim led the group to other rolls of the dice, even participating himself with Molly.

There were a lot of laughs, jibes, teasing, spousal support, and only favorable commentary on style and grace in some of the positions taken. Soon, almost all the women had been fingered, eaten, and fucked; and the men were blown, given handjobs, and fucked. Some of the women had orgasms, and a few men popped off inside one of their parts in either a blowjob or fuck.

I noted that Carl had a good fuck with Debbie, our new neighbor, and she was ecstatic about the event. She was further blown away when he knelt between her legs and proceeded to clean her up 'for future use', as he put it with a smirk and wink in her direction. She loved the attention.

The 'game' ended by Jim's decree about three-thirty. People went swimming, used the gym, or hit the Jacuzzi. Alcoholic beverages became popular after that, as did conversation as people sat in various groups chatting.

Bruce was cooking salmon steaks that night. He ran home and picked up some more since he was worried about not having enough food. A contingent of women worked on salads and side dishes, but the kitchen was more of a hen party than not. Monica went with him to keep him company. I laughed because they didn't get back right away; his house wasn't that far away. Monica winked at me; I think she knew they were playing in her marital bed.

That Saturday evening was pretty much a repeat of the night before, except we had a few additional guests. The bed and futon spaces in the house were full, making for cozy accommodations for some. Others made use of our media room, living room sofa, and the chaises on the patio.

Jim and I have television sets in convenient locations: our living room contains a relatively small set, there's one on the outside wall but on the patio, and our largest set in our media room. They interconnect electronically so they can all be showing the same DVD.

After dinner as people got romantic and sexual, I put on one of my old DVDs from my porn days. There were a few laughs at just the fact that porn started to play. Suddenly, Keith said, "Hey, that's Edie!"

People's focus shifted to the nearest television set. Sure enough, there I was with three guys stripping my clothes away, down to my svelte and even nubile body. At the point of recognition, my breasts were visible and two of the men started to suck on them, as the third engaged in sloppy French kisses with me. It was a hot scene.

Monica asked me loudly, "Is that really you or a look-alike?"

I smiled, "That's all me, but about thirty years ago."

"You're a porn star! How fabulous."

Many in the group quickly went back to their foreplay and lovemaking but tried to keep in view of a television Our core group had all seen the videos and knew of my previous money-making employ, so weren't as shocked as most of the newbies there for the first time. I think more people know someone who has done a pornographic movie than they think.

Carl came up and kissed me. "Somehow, we missed this aspect of your resume. Next time I introduce you, I'll have to be sure to include mention of your moving-making skills." He snickered and went off with Rita.

One of my videos played all evening at the request of several of the men. Ethan wanted to know where he could get a complete set of them. I felt flattered.

Saturday evening went about the same as the night before, except for the videos urging people on to bigger and better heights. Sunday morning, was similar.

Jim asked over lunch what people wanted to do that afternoon. Ethan and Debbie were sitting together. They both said, almost in unison, "Make a porn video."

Several people chuckled, but I could see some other interest in the activity. Hank's ears perked up; he said, "I can help you with that. Did you see the mature video that some of us did a few months ago? Also, about six months ago, Josh, Carolyn, and the crew that used to live in Virginia did a couple of videos."

Hanks fussed with his phone and thrust it into Debbie's hands. Ethan and several others looked at the tiny screen as it played the Mature video. She started to laugh, but said, "Perfect. Yes, that's exactly what I want to do. I would like a ... gangbang. I've never had group sex until this weekend, and I want the whole banana before I go home. That would be so cool."

Hank asked, "Who's your audience?"

Debbie smiled, "Anybody that finds it on the Internet, assuming you'd put it up there for me."

"So, you want to go public?"

"Yes, but I'd love to change my appearance just a little so I'm not a dead ringer for Marley Brinx, the weather girl on WSRQ."

I spoke up, "I know how to do that. Do you have a wig at home?" She nodded. "Get it, and then we'll work with some makeup here. Your own daughter won't recognize you."

An hour later, Debbie and several others stood in our master bathroom looking at the makeup job I'd just finished on the flashy blonde. Deb was a brunette. The makeup and some cotton balls in her cheeks changed her profile. With some astute makeup application, she was a slutty blonde ready for a gangbang.

While we'd been doing the makeup, Hank had corralled the men and arranged for the gangbang with them. They talked about how they'd appear, but never have their faces shown, and how they should behave with the center of attraction. He also set up the massage table in the patio shade, and did some test shots to be sure the lighting was good for the video.

The cameramen were Hank, Jim, and Rob. They were each ready when Debbie appeared from inside the house. Hank greeted her with a kiss and led her to the table. She hopped up on the table with her naked body, and he started to give her a massage. After thirty seconds, Matt joined them. The two men really worked her body, and then some sexual touching began. Bart and Webb joined in, and then the other men. Hank regressed to his camera work.

Matt ate out Deb for ten minutes, and then Carl took over. At that point, Carl penetrated her and the two started some serious fucking. She was sucking on Josh and David's cocks. As one would cum inside her, another would take his place. Pretty soon she was flowing with warm semen.

Between some of the men fucking her, I was surprised to see Julie suddenly appear between Deb's legs. She started to eat out the hot woman about her age, in the process vacuuming up the obvious flow of jizz from inside her vagina. What she didn't eat she smeared around Deb's lower body until she was glazed over. Jim appeared and joined her. They kissed and snowballed some of the effluent.

Two other women, Monica and Mindy went and sucked on Debbie's tits as the men filmed the lewd behavior. Penny went and sat on Deb's face to get eaten out as Ethan took his turn pumping his cock in the gangbang hole. The afternoon progressed.

Eventually, Hank had to borrow Rita's cellphone. He'd filled up the memory on his own phone and on the digital camera he was using. Soon, everyone commented that they were low on digital memory. A last scene showed Debbie sucking a load of cum from Emily as Bart hammered away at her cunt.

Julie and Jim were there again to clean her of excess fluids, and eventually Hank declared that filming had stopped.

Debbie sat up with a broad grin. "I want to do THAT again. THAT was the most fabulous afternoon I've ever spent. Thank you everyone for making my day, my year, and giving me a great memory."

Hank collected the cameras and cellphones, hopped in his car, and headed home. Debbie went with him to watch the downloading process and what turned out to be a first cut at processing the videos from each of the cameras.

I sat on the sofa in our media room with Debbie impaled on my cock. We were both watching her performance on our television, so as she lay back in my arms we could cuddle and fuck at the same time. Of course, I'm been one of the cameramen and I'd stepped in a couple of times and fucked her and also cleaned up the various messes made in her pussy.

The particular scene on the screen was Deb eating Edie's pussy as an anonymous cock pistoned into her cunt. She lurched from orgasm to orgasm in the video. I asked, "Were those real?"

Deb squirmed around and looked at me. "Damn well right, they were. I've never had so many orgasms in a day, and the day still isn't over."

"I get the feeling you were somewhat promiscuous earlier in your life."

"I fucking wish," Deb opined. "I wasn't a virgin, but I was far from being a slut. Now, I want to make up for my youthful shortcomings I want to fuck a lot now that I'm wiser and my 'stick-up-the-ass' ex-husband is completely out of the picture. He moved to California with his bimbo."

I chuckled, "Well, we're sure willing to help you achieve nirvana."

"Oh, everyone did. You're all so nice, too. I don't just want a cock in my pussy. I want there to be friendship and even some romance. My lovers can even be married, providing their wife knows what's going on and approves. I am NOT looking for another husband. I am looking for love and a stronger base to defined my happiness."

Deb on the TV screamed, 'More cock. More cock.'