Tangled Passions Pt. 02 Ch. 20-22

After closing and locking the door the last time that evening, Lisa turned to Jenn. Her smile radiated pride and, perhaps, love. "Well, you did it. You really wowed them." she said, stepping up to Jenn and giving her a sisterly embrace, "Welcome. You're one of us, now."

Steering Jenn back to the living room, Lisa added, with a meaningful double squeeze, "You were fabulous. Really great." As they sat on the couch, Lisa remarked, “You know, it’s amazing to me, but you seem to embrace every new experience with such an unrestrained intensity that it’s – what? – almost manic. You get so into it, so fast!” Lisa shook her head as she marveled. Despite her tired confusion, Jenn felt a glow of pride. She felt happy that her performance pleased Lisa. "And," Lisa continued, "you're so versatile. You seem to be able to squeeze stimulation out of just about everything." Jenn hadn't been consciously aware, in her limited experience, that she was any more responsive than anyone else. She only knew that she sometimes felt almost an urgency in her responses, and that she seemed to be acquiring a hair-trigger ease of reaction to virtually any experience Lisa arranged for her. She felt pleased with her progress, as Lisa concluded, "You often respond with such a thinly veiled eagerness that it's – I don't know – almost uncanny."

Then without any further words, Lisa swept the coffee table clear and lifted Jenn onto it, laying her passively on her back. Positioning herself on her knees between Jenn's thighs, Lisa proceeded to give her a genuine tongue-lashing. Jenn's climax was inevitable, as inevitable as an electric current going to ground. She exploded into ecstatic convulsions almost immediately. As she settled back to earth, Lisa stood up, removed her own clothing and slid Jenn off the table onto herself as she settled into the thick carpet. Their soixante-neuf was long and rewarding. Finally enervated, they crept into Lisa's bed and drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep in each other's arms.

It wasn’t very long at all before some of the 'Libertine Ladies' would join them for an evening at Lisa's place. "Oh, I invited Agnes and June over tonight," Lisa would casually announce. While Lisa began by inviting one or two people to join them, their parties gradually grew. "Ashleigh and Margaret are coming over," Lisa would inform Jenn, adding, "They're bringing a few friends with them." The frenzied sessions rapidly metamorphosed from parties to orgies. And though it had just been girls – women – to start, a few men began to show up now and then. "By the way, Monica asked if she and Peter might join us tonight." It never occurred to Jenn that she might complain or question the almost indiscriminate invitations Lisa seemed to pass out. Yet they were anything but indiscriminate, as Jenn was to find out later. Lisa's network was tight and exclusive. Anyone arriving at Lisa's was either well known or highly recommended. In the blur of the passing season, what had begun as a few small private parties now flourished as busy, dissolute orgies. Moving among three or four apartments besides Lisa's, Jenn now found herself being taken to such wild spectacles several times a week.

The heterosexual turn had initially worried Jenn, but she had been pleased to discover that, despite all of the licentiousness, she could completely avoid contact with the male participants, without the slightest difficulty or hassle. It was just that she didn't want any other man; she only wanted Matt. The first few times a male party mate tried to mount her, she tensed and twisted, her heart pounding. She was very surprised that when she said, in a soft, pleading voice she would really rather he didn't, he just shrugged and went away. Knowing she could screen her partners that way, even in the thrashing throes of orgy, really allowed Jenn to relax. She began to enjoy herself even more. If a man tried to poke her she just told him that that aspect of her wasn't available to him. There was always plenty of willing snatch to choose from, so, to Jenn's delight, it was never a problem; it never once caused a scene.

Jenn had decided arbitrarily that lesbian sex was not really adultery. She told herself simply that homosexual sex was not cheating; heterosexual was. She knew it was not logical or rational; nevertheless, in keeping her liaisons very gay, she had convinced herself that she was not really being 'unfaithful' to her husband – whatever that meant; to her husband whom she knew was almost certainly being 'unfaithful' to her. Still, she could forgive and ignore that; he was, regardless of circumstances, the husband whom she loved very, very dearly – “…despite not having seen him in months,” she thought, wryly.

Group activities were an entirely different game from the one Jenn had played with Lisa alone. Like a young athlete, she was an eager neophyte. She watched and listened intently to all of her playmates – her mentors, her coaches – then tried to emulate them. She took instruction from all of the women, surreptitiously watching the hetero moves as well as all the gay play. As a listener and learner, she took mainly submissive roles. As big and dynamic as the group often seemed, it was almost exclusively into only very low-keyed, friendly encounters. Even in cases of blatant submission and dominance, there was never any hint of force or coercion. The males of the group all seemed to respect Jenn's declinations and let her be. They allowed Jenn her current obsession with homosexuality. It was quite apparent to most that it was only a temporary aberration.

Nonetheless, there was still much for Jenn to learn from Lisa and her friends. The variety of experience seemed to go on and on. Jenn constantly received advice on how to kiss better; refining her cunnilingus; more effective 'finger-fucking'; ultra-erotic massage; stimulating nipple pinching; 'osculum obscenum', the art of sensual ass kissing; even shared masturbation. And every lesson, every bit of advice was replete with personal demonstration and supervised practice.

Sitting naked in an easy chair, her legs hooked over the upholstered arms, Jenn busied her hands at her own cleft. One hand firmly held her lips apart as the other relentlessly massaged her clit. Eyes closed, head thrown back she mewed in the back of her throat, willing the orgasm to break through. She had lost count of how many she had already had that evening, but Judy, one of Lisa's many friends who had taken over this part of Jenn's education and who now sat on the floor in front of the chair with her chin on the edge of the seat, nose only inches from the frenzied activity, urged Jenn on, encouraging her to let it come. Jenn wasn't sure if could actually get there again, this time. Her fingers continued to swirl around her engorged clitoris, darting erratically into her slick vagina to gather some moist lubricant before returning to swirl some more. Still, the keen edge of arousal waned once again, unable to surmount the final peak.

"Do you ever miss it?" Judy asked quietly, in an apparent non sequitur, from between Jenn's thighs.

"Miss what?" Jenn breathed, her hand slowing at the interruption, the crest ebbing still further. She opened her eyes and looked down, between her knees, over her hands.

"Cock," the face at her crotch answered matter-of-factly. "A real fuck."

Up until then Jenn hadn't even thought about it – not in recent times in any case. She had been, and continued to be, much too involved in learning the intricacies of lesbian love to have given real fucking a second thought. But suddenly she realized that she did miss it. She had always loved the feel of Matt – huge and hard, poking, pounding – filling her with his fluid warmth. The flood of sensual nostalgia almost brought tears to her eyes. "Yes," she whispered, "I guess I do."

"Maybe," Judy smiled, reaching her face in to brush her lips over Jenn's sex, between her parting hands, "we can do a little something about that."

Reaching for something in the cabinet beside Jenn's chair, Judy stood and knelt on the front edge of the seat, her right knee pressing into Jenn's wet and fleshy folds. Placing her hands on the chair back, on either side of Jenn's head, she lowered her face to whisper into Jenn's ear. Jenn automatically licked the nipple of the approaching breast, as Judy spoke, punctuating her message with nibbles. "Close your eyes, darling. You're really gonna love this."

Jenn complied, leaning slightly forward in a futile effort to follow the withdrawing nipple with her lips, before molding the breasts in her hands and staying still while Judy finished positioning herself. At the slow insinuation of a foreign object between her lower lips, Jenn's eyes came open, and a gasp escaped her lips, quickly swallowed by Judy's passionate kiss. A firm, slightly flexible rod was pushed into her gradually as Judy lowered herself, until it pushed firmly against Jenn's cervix. Moving her own hands to Jenn's shoulders and sitting upright, Judy began to rock gently. The tool encased in Jenn's snatch responded as if it were attached to Judy. It moved surprisingly like a real cock, and, if under other circumstances Jenn might have considered the repeated bumping of her cervix uncomfortable, at that moment she could only acknowledge the building sensation of a tsunami of delirious desire. In answer to Judy's accelerating rocking, which was rapidly becoming bouncing, Jenn rocked and thrust her hips in attempted counterpoint. Judy had closed her eyes and thrown her head back as her bouncing body became frenzied. A wheezy wail erupted from her lips as she dropped her entire weight onto the dildo squeezed between them, and pulled Jenn's face tight into her chest. The flush of heat and sweat against Jenn's cheeks triggered an explosive climax that rippled through her whole body. Impaled by the unseen weapon, beneath the quaking body of Judy, Jenn quivered and shook, and screamed uncontrollably into the spongy boobs that engulfed her face.

She didn't open her eyes again until Judy began to move. Lisa was helping her to unwind and raise herself off the colossal phallus left wobbling from between Jenn's legs. Judy leaned over and kissed Jenn chastely on the cheek. "Thanks." Then she stepped back and was gone, as Lisa slowly removed the awe inspiring double headed dildo from Jenn. Jenn couldn't get over the size of it. Its withdrawal lasted for long moments, before leaving her still pulsing vagina empty, grasping in vain.

"It's huge!" she gasped in an almost delighted horror, before closing her eyes and purring, as Lisa stroked her cheek, "And wonderful!" When she felt the rubber monster bump against her mouth wiping the love juices – hers or Judy's? – across her lips, she deliberately kept her eyes closed.

"Kiss it," Lisa whispered, "Lick it clean." Jenn lapped along the entire length of it, savouring the aromatic fluids from one end to the other.

Soon after that Dick, as they called the latex colossus, became a regular part of Jenn's orgiastic evenings. Although Lisa was often in attendance, she was never a party to Dick's uses. She just watched and arranged, and Jenn was partnered with whoever proposed or whomever Lisa presented. Jenn realized that her frequent rides, usually from beneath her partner, were never at her own suggestion. She tried to reconcile what that meant – what it implied about her and her growing role. Who was she actually? Who was she becoming?

Late, late one night, after innumerable bouts of intense love and uncounted orgasms, after all the others had gone and they sat there in bed together, just Jenn and Lisa, their clammy shoulders rubbing one another, their sweaty bodies still heaving slightly from the earlier hours of exertion, they sipped at their dainty crystal glasses of wine while Lisa plugged in a rather low-tech tape of nonspecific group sex. The video cut right to the chase without any preliminaries. Jenn let the flashing, swirling colour massage her eyes, as she relaxed against Lisa's shoulder. Lisa nuzzled insatiably, taking a mouthful of wine and dribbling it onto Jenn's cheek then lapping it up with her tongue before it dripped from Jenn's jaw. Her other hand gently caressing Jenn's slick and sticky inner thigh, Jenn found the repetitive movements, at her cheek and on her leg, to be wonderfully intoxicating. She felt herself slipping by degrees into a sea of absolute tranquility. She barely had the energy or will to raise her wineglass to her lips, as the writhing video images danced daintily across her awareness.

Yet, suddenly her throat refused to swallow. Her body went rigid against Lisa, while her eyes fixed onto the flickering screen like radar. There on the screen, in the middle of the melee, slowly getting covered with sweat and lubricant and semen, was Matt. How could that be? She couldn't believe it. Although, deep inside, she knew that she could.

Lisa, aware of Jenn's sudden rigidity, stopped her wine trick. Clasping Jenn's thigh firmly, her voice reflected an almost frightened concern, as she breathed into Jenn's ear, "What is it? What's the matter?" Following Jenn's frozen gaze, Lisa cast her eyes on the TV picture. She stared uncomprehendingly at the tube and waited.

After a long, uncomfortable silence that expanded to fill the room, seeming to obscure even the playing tape, Jenn whispered, her voice ragged and unsure, "That's my husband – right there – in the middle."

He was on his knees; his cock stabbed deep into some woman's bumhole. Another woman lay between them, chewing on his nipples. He had some guy pulling his buttocks apart and pumping vigorously up his backside, while another did the same to his mouth. As Jenn and Lisa stared, Matt pulled back and let the cock fall from his mouth then turned to the camera to give a little smile – through the lens and out of the TV directly at Jenn. No one else would have seen it, but Jenn detected the subtle touch of embarrassment and guilt colour his grin. He seemed to know she was watching him; "Of course," she admonished herself, "he couldn't have, could he?" Still she thought she saw a familiar glitter in his eyes – even over video space. Two hands gently twisted his head back, guiding his unresisting mouth back over the rampant erection, bobbing anxiously at his lips. It was so incredibly, unbelievable and – what? – erotic. All Jenn could do was stare and blink.

Lisa, evaluating the situation at last, grabbed the remote and shut off the VCR. Jenn gulped for air as if she were asphyxiating. Her wide eyes, brimming with tears, remained fixed to the blank screen. Gently removing Jenn's wineglass, Lisa simply put her arms around Jenn's heaving, shivering shoulders and held on. It was well over half an hour before the tension even began to trickle from Jenn's stiff frame. Lisa hugged her closely, beginning, after a while, to gently, soothingly rock. Jenn barely responded. Her mind was a tumultuous jumble of echoes. A tear fell onto her chest, and she wondered for whom it was shed. As the heavy silence of shock passed, she let herself relax, by degrees, into the protective arms of Lisa.

Matt! That was Matt – her husband, her partner – until recently. But then, she had known something was up long before he'd left. That it was something sexual – carnal – should not have come as a surprise at all. It wasn't really so much unbelievable as unexpected – unanticipated. It had just been such a shock to actually see him up there; to have her oh-so-vague suspicions confirmed so ruthlessly. On second thought, though, perhaps she had even expected it in some deeper, hidden level of her subconscious.

"I'm so very sorry, Jenn," Lisa whispered almost inaudibly into Jenn's hair, "I didn't know. I'm so embarrassed, but how could I have known?" Lisa's voice quavered with emotionally.

"That's all right. How could you have?" Jenn reached up to hold Lisa's hand on her shoulder; her voice was especially deep and gravelly. Taking up the role of comforter, she added, "Don't feel bad. It's no ones fault. It's just..." – just what she wasn't sure.

Lisa quietly whispered, as if to herself, "Of all that I've done, that, at least, was truly unintentional.” Such a cryptic remark; Jenn cleared a small area of her consciousness in an attempt to comprehend its meaning. It was, she thought, something to do with dignity and humiliation.

The first tentacles of dawn touched the edges of the drapes, and fatigue threatened to overcome them both. They helped one another to Lisa's bed, collapsing side by side. Jenn was still trembling, she realized, from the shock of the video, as they climbed between the sheets, so Lisa comforted and soothed her. But soothing comfort gave way to lethargic arousal, and, before they finally surrendered to sleep, the two friends shared yet another orgasm.

Jenn was lying, once again, next to Lisa. Visions of Matt, her dear husband, as a bisexual participant in a very raunchy orgy, had replayed over and over through her dreams. Sometimes the scenarios became even more depraved. In some of her dreams, Matt was a sex-slave; in some, a master. Then she had seen herself participating in the melees, and in the final moments of her last dream that fitful night, she saw herself, filled in every orifice with cocks and dildos, and Matt calling from across the room, as he was being sodomized, "I love you, Jenny. I love you very, very, very much!" She had answered, in the dream, despite the tremendous disembodied cock that filled her mouth, "And I love you, Matthew. Always have; always will."

She woke with a start.


XXII.

The dream, she decided, was a revelation or an omen. It was time to move on; she would take the next step. Letting her mind's eye focus on the Matt in the video and the Matt in her dream, she realized that having sex with other males would not, could not decrease her love for him. The love she felt was just becoming a little more – what? – unconventional, abstract. Somehow, she was confident that he felt the same way. Their love was ethereal, but her desire – her lust – was physical. He certainly wasn't denying himself; neither would she. Lying in bed, beside the sleeping form of Lisa, her current lover – and she worried about why the adjective current had sprung into her head – was life becoming so transient that even that would not last? Still, lying there wide awake, she felt her jaw clench as she made a conscious decision about her immediate future. She didn't know how Lisa would react, maybe even favourably, but, regardless, she knew would join fully and completely in the upcoming orgies. She would no longer decline heterosexual advances. She smiled to herself as she imagined the plethora of bisexual encounters that would undoubtedly come her way. She was committed. Relaxing once again, she turned to Lisa, wrapping her arms about her sleeping companion. Her face nestled into the nape of Lisa's neck, her warm breath sighing through the blonde tresses, she began to softly, oh-so-gently caress Lisa's nipples and sex.

Giving in to the final rupture of the hymen of her extramarital virginity was exceedingly simple. During the next party, later that same week, while crawling over a supine body to fix her mouth onto an exposed pubis, Jenn simply pushed herself back against the bobbing erection instead of pulling away as it touched between her legs. It was like giving the green light. No one said anything; they just basically climbed aboard and took their pleasures. In fact, it occurred to Jenn that maybe they had all been expecting the same; perhaps they had just been biding their time – humouring her, as it were. Lisa only barely recognized Jenn's sudden reorientation with an offhand remark about finally giving in. Their relationship didn't even flinch.

For a while it seemed that once she had opened the flood-gates, nothing could stop her. She was always well received; her pleasures were like drugs. And, although the fields were barren, the men continued to spill their slurry, sow their plentiful seed indiscriminately. She felt as if she were in a fucking frenzy – absolutely insatiable. At the end of an evening, she would often still be looking for someone to screw or suck. And she would work deliriously on some lucky bugger until his erection drooped like a spent shell; its energy dissipated by previous hours of activity.