by Jessie B. ©
Ted and I walked the five blocks home hand in hand. Not a word passed between us but our thoughts were almost audible. Surprisingly, no pangs of conscience marred my reflections on my conduct. Six months ago I would have been outraged by any suggestion I was capable of such scandalous behavior. Today I had just passed another of life's milestones. I felt, however, no regrets that we had not taken this step sooner - the timing was right - . An occasional tightening of Ted's strong fingers assured me that all was well with him too. A glow to the east had begun to wash away the stars when we arrived at our own front door. Ted unlocked the door and turned to me. We kissed long and close as we had when first dating.
I slept until almost noon and awoke to find Ted on his side, watching me calmly. I moved to him and we made love quietly and completely. I was in tune with the universe.
Later, after a few false starts, we managed to get to the subject of our venture into the world of alternate lifestyle. Discussion of the party was almost clinical - about the actions of people other than ourselves. We could have been reviewing a movie we had seen last night. We laughed at ourselves for being so objective.
I held no strong recall of the moment I had taken Jack into me - only the smug satisfying memory
of the moment I brought him to climax inside me. My clearest recollection was of the lazy smile
on Jeannie's lips as she separated her knees to accept Malcolm's firm rod. As I described it to Ted
he began to get an erection and before long we were laughing and screwing for the fun of it, not
the same as making love but good in it's own right.
It was clear to me that the design was still incomplete - that it was yet for me to take Malcolm into bed as had Laura with Ted and that Ted should share with Jeannie the juices of his manhood - as had Jack with me. The structure of the pattern was fascinating. I became impatient that it be finished.
It is amazing how normally the week passed. Each day I would walk over to Jeannie's for mid-morning coffee. One day she talked me into writing about that first of my ventures into social sex. Another day Laura came over while I was there. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for a lovely evening with Ted - as calmly as if I had allowed him to escort her to a movie.
Friday it rained so dinner was indoors. Laura prepared a cold buffet and we sat on the floor in her living room and chatted about everything but sex as we ate. The stomach butterflies I had entertained all day subsided as I sipped my wine but I began to have doubts that I wanted another evening in the hot tub. I was in no mood for relaxation. I was primed for sex. Each time I looked at either Ted or Jack my tummy would churn and when Malcolm glanced at me and smiled I could hardly breathe.
Jeannie sensed my impatience and I had not yet finished my cheesecake when she stood up and took her plate to the sideboard. She reached down to help Ted to his feet, then calmly led him to and out the front door.
Laura laughed. "Well, we'll not see them again before sunrise." She turned to me. "And you'll not see us either." She grabbed Jack and the two ran laughing up the stairs to the master bedroom.
I looked at Malcolm and smiled as I held out my hand for assistance in getting up. As I stood up I pressed my body against his and kissed him deeply in a repeat of last week's promise. Silently he led me down the hall to the guest bedroom where, just six days ago, I had watched him slide so smoothly into my friend Jeannie. I turned to him and again pressed against him, my face against his throat. I reached down to loosen his belt and unzip his fly then stepped back as he stripped my dress over my head. I had nothing on underneath. I felt a momentary sense of inadequacy. To a man accustomed to Laura's ample bosom, my tiny breasts are a meager offering.
Malcolm sensed my hesitation. "You have no obligation." He offered. "Only to yourself."
"Oh no." I protested. "I've been looking forward to this moment all week. You're not going to talk me out of it now." I again pressed my body against his.
"That's good then." He laughed. "Because I was just asking myself if I had the courage to rape you if you tried to back out."
I laughed and the moment of indecision passed. I threw myself on the bed and raised my arms and knees to him in invitation.
He moved over me and in one smooth stroke, buried himself to the hilt.
Oh it felt grand. He gave me all I could possibly handle but I wanted more. I bit down on the muscles of his neck and he slapped me away without missing a stroke. I kissed the spot I had bitten and he tangled his hands in my hair as he pulled me close and picked up the tempo. He started to come a little and paused for a moment. I prayed he was not about to finish off so soon.
He resumed in a calmer mode that I recognized. - If he was like Ted, he had passed the critical point and could now keep going as long as he wanted. I began to come a little - smoothly and gently. He disengaged and slid down to enchant me with his tongue but I pulled him back up over me. "Another time." I promised. "I've had a fantasy week of foreplay. Tonight I want to boogie."
He rolled us onto our sides and began the long slow strokes. I responded with slow hip rolls and soft pussy purses as minor orgasms trembled through my abdomen. The compulsion to climax grew until I could no longer resist. "I'm coming now." I gasped. "Come with me - come to me - come - come."
Malcolm gave three mighty driving thrusts and began erupting inside me. My whole insides came unraveled as I joined him.
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It was still dark when we awoke and rejoined in a nice simple friendly screw. I was relaxed and happy in the confidence that there'll be many more nice friendly screws with Malcolm - and with Jack - and possibly other close friends.