Robert and I eventually spit-roasted Liz. She was going crazy. When Robert and I switched positions, she moaned her approval when she started licking and sucking her pussy juice off my very anxious member. I was the first to explode. I made plenty of appreciative noises as Liz sucked down all I had to offer. I collapsed on the floor, and continued to caress the parts of Liz's body I could reach. Eventually, everyone had climaxed; Penny may have had a second one. We relaxed on the floor, then sat and chatted. Amy and Penny headed for the kitchen; they were whispering and giggling like school girls. They returned with a tray of glasses -- five with wine and a rum and coke for Phil.
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Amy
Andrew's double threesome was a big hit. We decided to continue the suspense so Robert and Andrew did the rock, paper, scissors thing and we won. I had just participated in my first FMF threesome. Now I was going to follow that with my first MFM threesome. I was really looking forward to being the middle of the sandwich. I had earlier noticed Liz being spit-roasted, so I asked the guys to do that first. Phil, of course, got behind me and started pounding my pussy. Robert and I had had enough oral experience that we fit together like a hand in a glove. I still hadn't learned to deepthroat, but I had started taking all the guys a bit deeper. Robert groaned when he realized I had gotten him a bit deeper than I had done before. Phil didn't last long. He made a big show of tying off his semi-full condom, and returned to his drink. I grabbed Robert's wet cock, and, while I gently jacked it, I asked him where he wanted to cum. He said he'd like a little more oral, then he'd like to fuck my pussy. And so we did. Phil had used a condom so I started thinking, between my grunts and cursing, how I could give someone sloppy seconds. It didn't take long to realize that could only happen with Robert and Andrew using my receptacle. Penny could suck both loads out of me. Then she and I could switch places. I really needed to get myself fixed. Not strangely, for the umteenth time, I thought of Stephan. I smiled, remembering I had my period several days earlier.
I had rubbed my clit and finger-fucked myself while I continued to blow Robert. I continued the rubbing as Robert got behind me. I guess Phil had inspired Robert because he pounded me harder than he usually did. I muffled my finger-induced climax so as not to put any time pressure on Robert. I had paid little attention to the other group, but I knew they had had a few orgasms. I heard Andrew's climaxing noises early on in their little party. One or both of the gals had obviously gotten him back to attention because I could hear him approaching the breaking point again. He broke and exclaimed, "I'm dead." Pen shouted over to me, "What kinds of vitamins are you giving this stud?"
After Robert blew, he and Phil left to refill everyone's glasses. Liz took Andrew by the hand and led him to a large overstuffed chair. She had him sit down. She sat on his lap and nestled her head into his chest. Pen looked at me and raised her eyebrows. Did Andrew and Liz have more than a special relationship? Seemed that way. How might that interfere with our efforts to rebuild our marriage? We sipped our drinks and chatted. Liz and Andrew did the same, but occasionally interrupted that to do some gentle necking. I could tell Andrew was getting another boner. He hadn't told me, but he must be taking vitamins, or something.
We gave the guys time to recover, then Pen announced it was time for the last pair of winners -- there were no losers tonight -- to get pleasured. She and Robert lay on the carpet. The other four began to apply their newly-acquired skills. Liz and I did a pretty good job on Robert. Somehow, however, her efforts were a little less caring than they had been with Andrew. Surprise! We got Robert off, and I was tempted to give Liz a peck on the lips. I remembered our promise not to force girl-on-girl on her, so I backed off. Pen, Phil, and Andrew had been making all kinds of racket. Clearly, they (at least the guys) would have finished sooner if those three had been the first group of the evening. It looked and sounded like Phil and Andrew were straining to keep up with Pen. She had a mild climax, and shouted, "That's three!" Phil exclaimed, "Penny, you are killing us here!" Andrew eventually squirted in her cunt, while Phil pulled out of her mouth and moaned, "I can't." All three remained in a sweaty heap on the floor.
We rested and drank a bit more. Water, too. Penny asked if anyone was "up" for some additional threesome or swapping activity. All five of us answered with various forms of "no." Strangely, perhaps, all of us were sitting next to our own spouses. After the others left, I turned to Andrew and asked, "Wasn't that something?" He agreed. I asked if he wanted to do that again, and he responded, "Oh, yeah! But I want to continue the foursomes, too." Of course. So he wanted to be one-on-one with Liz. That was okay by me because Phil was a pretty good fuck, and logic told me Liz was not going to steal Andrew from me. I asked him about moresomes. He grinned.
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Andrew
Sixsomes? That first one had been great. Clearly, we three guys could not keep up the three gals. Penny was absolutely insatiable. I knew Amy could also perform at a high level. I wondered about Liz. Had we already seen her A game? I had been thinking about bringing in an extra guy so we could give the gals what they deserved. I envisioned what else could happen with fivesomes and sevensomes. Yes, I pictured Stephan as the extra guy. I had "punished" him long enough. Amy had instigated most of the stuff at the lake. I still thought he should have pushed her away, but he obviously was not wired like I am.
I put the fivesome and sevensome idea on the back burner. I had another way to include Stephan. I knew Amy would be thrilled and would be willing to have a recruiting challenge with a stranger. One evening I retrieved the marketing piece I had saved from our junk mail. I invited Amy to sit with me at the kitchen table. She could see the marketing piece, and inquired, "What's that large postcard about?" I slid it across the table and asked, "Do you recognized anyone?" She looked more closely at the three people in scrubs, and responded, "No, but I've seen this picture on a billboard. It's from Memorial Hospital, isn't it?" I nodded. She laughed and said, "Three white nurses. I wonder if Al Sharpton is aware of this?" I told her to focus on the one in the middle. She looked and said, "She's pretty. The picture has 'Jennifer' printed below her, but I am at a complete loss."
I said, "She's very pretty. You've met her. She was Dad's day nurse when we had him in the hospital for his A-fib. She flirted mercilessly with Dad and a bit with me. She has become one of my dream women." Amy gave me a bit of a phoney scowl and said, " Yeah, I remember her. Her hair was longer then. Either she's cut it or this is an older picture. The guy looks familiar -- if he has a ponytail, I saw him, too. So, what about Jennifer?"
"That's what's on her name tag, but she also had us call her Jenny or Jen," I went on. "She is twice divorced, has two teen-aged sons, and, if you can believe half of her flirting, she seems to be inclined to enjoy a varied lifestyle." Amy challenged me with, "Where are you headed with this conversation?"
I took a deep breath, and broached the previously-taboo subject. "I've decided to bury the hatchet with Stephan." Amy leapt to her feet and quickly moved around the table to hug me around the neck. She gave me a peck on the cheek and volunteered, "It's about time you two became the good friends you've always been." That's my Amy; always thinking about what's best for me. She excitedly asked, "When and how?" I told her the "how" was easy. I would call him. The when, however, was up to her. Now, she was genuinely perplexed. She obviously had not noticed how I had segued from Jen to Stephan.
I got her back on my wavelength by saying, "We need to find Stephan a date for our next party." Amy's smile would be ideal for putting next to a dictionary definition of "shit-eating-grin." She had quickly surmised partiers did not party with their own dates. I told her no one was going to talk with Stephan about renewed friendship or parties until we had found a date for him. I told her Jen was my first choice for Stephan. Amy must have had another realization -- I would be partying with Jen. Amy's expression turned a bit somber as she asked, "How are we going to arrange that?"
I spent some time explaining how I pictured HER approaching Jen. Amy was dubious, but said she'd give it a try. I reminded her I would not call Stephan until we had a date for him. Amy asked the obvious question, "Why can't he find his own date?" I made myself perfectly clear, "He may not know a willing partner, and I don't want him bringing a total stranger. Accordingly, I am not going to reach out to him until I am ready to discuss burying the hatchet AND coming to a swapping and swinging party."
Amy had obviously gotten the message because she went to the den to look through our digital photos so she could print out a picture she had taken when Dad was hospitalized. I remembered it had Dad in bed, with Jen and me standing on the far side of the bed. We were all giving Amy and the camera big smiles. I recalled I probably had my arm around Jen's shoulder. Amy found the photo and told me she would attempt to contact Jen. I told her to give it her best shot because I had to approve Stephan's date, and, at this point in time, I didn't know who else that could possibly be. Amy got the message.
Amy came home the next afternoon and proclaimed, "I sold a house today! If it closes, I'll only need to sell one more and I'll make more than you this year." I had experience with many previous house sales so I made all the right proud-husband sounds. This one was different, so I added, "Keep up the great work and I might be able to retire at a very young age." She was still ecstatic and gave me a playful backhanded fist to my chest. I decided to wait until dinner, or after, to ask about her progress with Jen.
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Amy
I was so excited about my sale, I forgot to give Andrew a Jen update. There really wasn't anything to tell. I'd been so busy with the sale I had not given any thought to her. I told Andrew I would call her tomorrow.
I called the hospital's cardiac nurse's station. It was a bit awkward, since I didn't know Jen's last name. In hindsight, I realized the nurse was probably screening my call. In the end, he promised to take my name and number and leave a message for Jen. She called later that day. She told me she had checked her messages, and recognizing my name, decided to call. "How did you recognize my name?" She cheerfully replied, "I've seen your name and picture on a couple of billboards." How ironic!
I explained my father-in-law's hospital visit and told her I'd like to meet over coffee to talk with her. She didn't ask what the subject was, but asked if I had a could bring a copy of the photo with Andrew, his dad, and her. She was not scheduled to work the next day so we planned to meet the next morning. Andrew was semi-thrilled I had gotten that far with Jen. I had to remind him the more difficult part of my conversation was yet to come.
That conversation was a bit weird, but it was not difficult. I knew Andrew would be pleased to have a crack at Jen, but her conditions might be problematic. I had not called Andrew to give him a report. He was, as usual, home before I was. I suggested we get drinks and sit. I glossed over the trivialities of our coffee meeting. Then I hit him between the eyes. "Jen and her second husband did some serious swinging. In fact, they have continued to attend parties with their old group. They go as a couple and everyone is cool with having a divorced couple partying with them. She simply refuses to fuck her ex."
Andrew suggested she would not need to bring her ex because she'd have a date -- Stephan. I told Andrew, "Jen did not want to attend a party where she really didn't know anyone, so she insisted her ex, Hoyt, had to attend too." That caused Stephan and me to rethink. I had already done a bit of that, and had concluded Andrew desperately wanted to party with Jen. I had a similar want when it came to Stephan. Additionally, we really wanted to enlarge our partying group. Jen was clearly fun to be around, and, out of her scrubs, she had a damn fine looking body. Especially, for someone who was probably in her early 40's.
So where were we? Yes, regarding Jen, her ex, and Stephan? That would give us one extra guy. Did I want to share Stephan with Jen? No, but I couldn't say that to Andrew. Maybe I could share Stephan with more than one other woman. No, stupid, that would mean even less time for Stephan and me together. I suggested a fivesome. Andrew said he'd think about it. Jen had emailed a picture of Hoyt. He was wearing swimming trunks and he looked good. I could only hope he was a great lay or Jen became comfortable enough with our group to leave him at his home during future parties.
Andrew made his peace with the fivesome. He called Stephan. He had asked me to be out of earshot, but he later told me about the conversation. Stephan apologized profusely for his behavior at the lake. Andrew told him he was very disappointed Stephan had cheated with me, but he was ready to put it behind him. Additionally, he knew Stephan was sincere, and Andrew did not want any more apologizes in the future. Andrew explained the proposed five-way, and reported Stephan was shocked and amazed. Andrew explained what had been going on and where we thought we were headed. Stephan wanted to see the photo of Jen and he wanted to spend a little time thinking about it. He promised to call one of us if he had more questions or to coordinate calendars for the party night.
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Andrew
Stephan called Amy the next day. I shouldn't have been surprised because, as far as I knew, they hadn't spoken since that last night at the lake. Amy had called Jen before she told me about Stephan calling. Therefore, the next party was a fait accompli before I ever heard about it. Friday night. I didn't know who -- Amy, Stephan, or me -- would be the most antsy over the next 50-51 hours. Amy asked Stephan to arrive half an hour early so we could "catch up."
Stephan arrived precisely at his appointed half hour. Hugs and handshakes all around. He started to apologize again, but I held up my hand and said, "Remember." Then he did something unexpected. He apologized to Amy, making it sound like he had taken advantage of her. She had the good sense to quietly accept the apology.
We sat and grabbed the wine glasses I had previously filled and we got comfortable. Amy sat with me on the sofa while Stephan sat across from us. Stephan started, "Thanks for sending Jen's picture; she's a knockout!" I wanted to turn to see Amy's facial expression, but I resisted the urge. Stephan continued, "If I've figured this out, Andrew spends the whole evening with Jen -- you lucky dog!" That caused Amy to pipe up with, "What am I; chopped liver?" Stephan tried to recover, " You didn't let me finish, Amy. Jen's former husband is also a lucky dog because he gets to spend the evening with you. I'll have to divide my time between two very lovely ladies; therefore, I am also a very lucky dog. Does that make Jen and Amy bitches?"
Stephan was back; it seemed like old times. He asked what the ex's name was, and, when he heard "Hoyt," he snorted and said, "I'll bet when he was a kid he had trouble finding a little bicycle license plate with his name on it." Over everyone's laughter, I suggested, "Who volunteers to ask him?" We kept shooting the breeze, bringing each other up-to-date regarding things going on in our lives. No, he wasn't seriously dating anyone. I could tell Amy was smiling.
I jumped off the sofa when the doorbell sounded. I walked briskly to the door to welcome our first-time visitors. Jen had hugs for everyone. Hoyt stuck to handshakes. Jen looked at me and said, "The picture made me fairly certain I remembered you, but, seeing and hearing you just made me fully remember." The newcomers were fine with the wine we had started, so we settled in to make some small talk. At some point someone asked Jen and Hoyt how they managed partying with former spouses. Jen seemed to be the live-wire spokesperson. She spent some time describing their "usual gang," and explaining how their divorce was not nasty. "It just seemed natural to keep attending together rather than having to find a dates," she insisted. "What about the other gang members?" I asked. Jen laughed at that and replied, "Not that kind of gang, nitwit. And I mean "nitwit" in the nicest possible way. Well, they took it in stride. We'd known most of them for years so it just seemed natural for us to keep showing up together."
Amy opened another bottle and refilled everyone's glasses. She had returned from the kitchen just as I asked Jen and Hoyt, "This is our first five-way. Based on your experience, do you guys have any advice or suggestions.?" Jen didn't hesitate. "Have you guys had any threesomes? Amy and I nodded, while mumbling our assent. Jen added, "It's just like a twosome and a threesome going on at the same time. The only trick is the timing of the extra guy's switch." She was looking at Stephan as she finished. Amy asked them how their group normally started their parties. Jen waved a hand, palm up, and said, "Pretty much like this." I knew Amy was after something else, so I was not surprised when she continued, "That's good to know, but how do you pair up, get naked, and, you know?" Jen laughed. "At smaller parties, like this one, the pairing is generally known ahead of time. Our only issue is who Stephan pleases first. You and I might need to flip a coin, Amy. And, Stephan, I'm sure Amy will agree with me when I say we will each be pleasing you, and our other guy, simultaneously. Regarding larger parties, especially those where everyone knows each other, and has played with, everyone else, people just seem to gravitate toward one another. Invariably, some men or women will double up on someone. That just means there will be more of that going on with the last folks to pair up. But that's no big deal because that will certainly happen later in the evening. Women just seem to last longer. Right, Amy?"
Jen had missed the real purpose of Amy's question so I took over. "Jen, once everyone is paired or grouped off, do you just get naked and get after each other." Now, she knew the real question, and answered, "Yeah, that's pretty much it. For a group this size I would recommend Stephan determine who he'll be with first. Then he and the non-husband/date will go to that woman and the three of them will do whatever turns them on." Jen looked at Amy and asked, "How will we determine who starts with Stephan? Shall we let him decide?" Amy, always such a fast thinker, replied, "No. That might put too much pressure on him. Why don't we play rock, paper, scissors." I laughed.
What a night. Jen was so freaky. I couldn't get enough of her! I could see spending more serious time with her. She had it all: looks, body, personality. Okay, she talked too much. I found I could keep her somewhat more quiet by filling her mouth with my tongue or cock. She had told us she was up for anything. And she was. Stephan and I were treated to, among other things, deepthroating and anal. Once, when Stephan was with Amy and Hoyt, Jen whispered, "Are you guys up for some DP action?" I whispered, even more quietly, "Let's wait. I have been breaking in Amy's cute little butt flower. She plans to offer it to Stephan tonight. After she does that, Stephan and I will certainly want to DP. Just in case Amy is saving her ass for her finale tonight, I'll give Stephan a heads up next time he's with us. If we save enough time, both of you fine ladies are likely to get some DP."
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