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by Jessie B. ©
I've been a naughty girl, last Friday Jeannie and Laura invited us to another party of the fishbowl group. I demurred at first because I still didn’t feel comfortable about not joining in the game and felt guilty about being such a drag on my friends. But Laura insisted we come saying that this time she and Malcolm would stay with us and Jeannie and Jack could play. Malcolm finally convinced me that he’d prefer spending the night with me - not that I needed much of an argument.
There were a few more couples at the party than there had been the first time and I could feel the new men eyeing me, the virgin guest - well, relatively virgin. When we entered, everyone applauded Jeannie as she dropped her envelope into the fishbowl and the enclosed key made a distinctive clink. I felt a pang of childish jealousy that my new lover, Jack, would be going to bed with someone else this night but as the evening progressed, I found myself mentally evaluating each of the men present as possible bed partners. I could find no reason to reject any of them, they were all passably handsome and they were all - men.. By ten o’clock I had half decided to toss my key in the bowl
A little later, Laura and I made a trip to the hostess’ bedroom to repair our make-up. Elise Trimble was seated at the dressing table and smiled at us. “I see Jeannie is in the bowl tonight.” She smiled. “How about you two?”
“Well, I’m still a little chicken about this.” I flustered. “I’m not a prude but I can’t get comfortable with the idea of - I don’t know what.”
“Screwing while your husband isn’t at least somewhere in the house?”
It was immediately clear to me that that was exactly my hang-up. “Yes, you’re right, that’s it. How did you guess?”
“I ran into the same hurdle myself - once upon a time.” Elise chuckled. “Clearly you’re not averse to a little friendly sex or you wouldn’t be here and I’d bet that you two are planning on a private little game of mixed doubles for later tonight so what else could it be? The private party is a good compromise but why not try a new set of partners?"
“But how do I do that - is it permitted?” I asked.
“Permission is never required with this group.” She replied. “All you have to do is suggest and prepare to not be offended if the suggestion is not taken. Of course it’s a little late now, everyone is more or less committed. If I hadn’t already tossed our key in the bowl, I’d suggest Ted and me.”
“If I might make a suggestion,” Laura interrupted, “You lend me your personal key and whoever picks your envelope will get a surprise when he slips into your bed.”
“Wonderful idea.” Elise laughed. “You tell Malcolm to pick a loaded envelope and I’ll tell Ted to take an empty.”
I was too bewildered to object. I hadn't been consulted and what had I just agreed to?
When I got back to the party, Elise was already flirting with Ted - my Ted that is. Elise’s Ted noticed me and came over to place an arm lightly around my shoulder and lead me over to join them. Elise was holding onto my Ted's arm and whispering into his ear. She smiled at her husband. “Honey, we’ve been invited over to Ted and Jessie’s for a nightcap. You pick an empty envelope. Laura is keeping my bed warm tonight and I’ve already told Malcolm he has your pick for a key.”
He caught the drift immediately and practically leered at me. His hand slid down from my shoulder to my hip and gave me a quick hug. I nearly came in my panties.
My Ted handed me the drink he had been holding. I took a deep pull and the lighting in the room seemed to increase. The background noise faded and I had a momentary feeling of unreality. ‘Who is this man I have implicitly agreed to accept into my bed tonight?’ I thought. ‘I have not exchanged a dozen words with him in my life. I do not even know the color of his eyes.’ All I knew was that he was big and healthy and undeniably good looking. He smiled down at me and suddenly everything was all right. A warm glow crept into my pelvis and I placed my hand in his.
When the party began to wind down, the two Teds were the first to the fishbowl and Elise and I met them outside the front door. We walked the block down to our house with hardly a word spoken.
As the door closed behind us, Elise and my Ted disappeared down the hall toward the guest bedroom while I took my new lover by the hand to lead him to my own bed. There was no hurry and no awkward pause; neither was there any need for further foreplay. I stepped out of my dress and drew back the top sheets. My lovers arms encircled me from behind, his two large hands caressing my breasts. I leaned back against his nude body for a delicious moment as he kissed my ear. I turned around and pressed my whole body against him.
Gently he laid me on the bed and I felt the slippery smooth tip of his tool separate the lips of my coozy and slide up and back their full length several times, pausing to massage the sensitive button at the end and excite my every nerve ending. The sensation was exquisite but I was impatient; I reached between us and directed the marvelous knob to my private entrance. Slowly, slowly, my new lover invaded me and inch by slow inch I joyfully accepted him, my heartbeat increasing with each advance. A familiar tingle commenced between my knees spread like a wave up the insides of my thighs to where we were joined together. It flowed on into me with every thrust of the magic wand until my whole abdomen was filled with the glow and I longed for the flood that I knew would follow. Of their own volition, my hips began to roll in time with the increasing rhythm of the increasingly powerful strokes. I tightened the muscles of my pussy and heard a grunt of approval through the heavy breathing next to my ear. I kept up the pussy hugs and hip rolls and in less than two minutes I sensed the compulsive throb signaling the onset of eruption. When the throb turned to spasm and I felt the sweet juices begin to flood my insides I reached beneath the pillow for the small towel I keep there and slipped it beneath my butt. My lover kept driving into me as he pumped me full to overflowing with sweet cum and eventually collapsed on my bosom where he lay panting for over a minute.
“I didn’t want to finish so soon.” He muttered apologetically.
“It’s what I wanted and you’re not finished yet.” I replied soothingly. “You were magnificent and the night is still young. Rest now a while upon me.”
“I wanted to bring you to come with me." He pouted. "But you were irresistible."
I reached between us and fondled his deflating peter. “Don’t fuss; I will before the night is over. I don’t need or even want to climax every time but when I do come to you, you’ll know it. I promise.”
I kept that promise, and more, before sunrise.
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Three handsome lovers and a devoted husband should be enough to keep any girl satisfied but one of these days that fishbowl will emit a resounding clink as it receives an envelope containing the key to my front door.
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