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by Jessie B. ©
Last week, Jeannie and Laura introduced us to their Fishbowl group. As a properly brought up midwest small town girl, I was duly shocked when Laura first told me about the group and explained the activities but I can't deny an excited shortening of my breath. I was even more scandalized when Laura informed me that she and Malcolm had attended several of the parties and once or twice even joined in the game but when she pointed out that our own cozy little sextet was just a variation on the theme I realized my hypocrisy.
"Well I've made some radical adjustments to my attitudes on sex these last few months." I admitted. "But I don't think I could ever choose my bed partner in such an impersonal way."
Laura explained that there is no obligation to play the game but that just being at the party is a great form of foreplay; that she and Jeannie would often take Malcolm and Jack to the party just to get them all hornied up and then take them home for a good boink.
"There's a party at the White's this Friday." She continued. "And if you and Ted are interested, we could go for a while and later take our men home and screw them silly - or maybe play our own private little three way key game."
I was becoming aware of a tingling in my pussy. "Let me talk it over with Ted. I'll get back to you."
Ted gave me no argument and Friday we met together at the White's. I was dressed in a conservative knee length skirt and loose sweater but felt like a slut - and enjoyed the feeling. It was a great party and I was surprised to find that I already knew most of the people there. The conversation was racy but not raunchy - the atmosphere stemmed from an accepted certainty that everyone here was going to get fucked before the night was over and there was no hurry. I could feel every man mentally undressing me but nobody made a pass or attempted to touch. I drank a little more wine than I usually do and as we mingled and chatted, pictured myself in bed with each of the men I spoke with. Before long my panties were becoming uncomfortably moist.
Early in the evening Laura decided to put her key in the fishbowl. Malcolm told Ted that he could take over his pick from the bowl if he wished. I was terribly flattered by the implication but equally pleased when Ted declined the offer.
After the party we accompanied Jeannie and Jack back to their place and had a brandy while we discussed the events of the evening. We toasted Laura and Malcolm in their absence and then the four of us tumbled into Jeannie's king size - the first orgy of my life with another woman screwing my husband while I was screwing hers in the same bed. It was deliciously wicked.
Later in the night I awoke to find my arms around Jeannie and her breasts pressed against mine - another first for me. I kissed her gently and went back to sleep.
Oh what has become of Jessie B.? - Less than three months from a shy virtuous housewife to a wanton woman with three men in her life: - and I love separately the feel of each of them inside me. I can lie down any afternoon and with my hand on my puss and my mind on the memory of any one of those hard cocks entering me, bring myself to orgasm. -
And I have thrilled to the feel of another woman's bosom against mine.
I've never felt so alive- - - but I'm still not sure about this fishbowl thing.
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