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Meet Joey  Ch. 1

By: Sparky Kronkite



Meet Joey, (Joseph, a good Catholic guy), the middle child - of a nearly all male, 5 brothers and one sister - all-Italian/all-American family from Queens. A normal guy. In his life, he does his "normal guy" thing and eventually meets, courts, falls in love with and marries a beautiful Irish/all-American girl from Baltimore. Her name is Patricia.

Things go well for Joey and Patricia, who is often called Trish by the way - a few years pass. Children are born. Two girls and a boy - all smart and beautiful. Joey and Pat's careers too, they do very well. They are very typical. They have a suburban home, a little bigger than average, two cars etc., the whole nine yards as they say.

They and their little family, are kept very, very busy. Between Joey and Trish's careers, their children's activities, (both school and sports), the seemingly more and more frequent holidays and the prerequisite traveling - and above all, all kinds of family functions on both sides of their marriage. Well, it's no wonder that over the years, Joey and Trish's sexual activity had become very nearly nil. In the crapper you might say.

They knew it too. It had been dwindling for years. Oh yeah, they'd made periodic attempts in experimentation to enliven things in this area, but to no avail. The reality is that they are now both exhausted from their busy lives and that fact combined with the unspoken realization that they are simply "bored with each other in the sack" - well guess what? No sexual warmth, no passion, no in and out. Crotch numbness. They gave in to it.

And at this point it's sad too, because it's simply easier for them to "let it be," than to discuss it and deal with it. For the most part it's easier for them to not even speak of "this matter" - and so they don't. In fact, lately, neither of them even fantasize about sex - either with each other - or even with others all that much. But something is changing and it's happening, it's changing, within Trish.

You see, Patricia is still, after three children, very attractive. She's a hunk and a half. She is a virtual advertisement for typical Irish feminine beauty. A wonderful smile, bright eyes and killer body. And she knows it too. She's fully aware of her head turning abilities. Oh yeah, she's highly aware of it all. And that's the problem. She's aware of her age as well. She's just turned 35.

The other thing is, there almost assuredly, barring "an accident," won't be any more children. And speaking of her children, as they get older they actually require a little less attention than they did as infants. Trish's children have started taking up activities outside the home. This takes Patricia out of the home too. Where low and behold, alleluia, she makes contact with others of the opposite sex. Men! She thinks it's great. They, these guys, all ages, all types, she doesn't really care - they make eyes at her, they flirt with her, they make her feel something that she hasn't felt in quite a few years. Her thoughts stir, her juices flow, fantasies are born. She thinks it's great - for a while.

All well and good. All very normal. Only one thing. The trench of sexual burden on Patricia's homefront, has been by now, so deeply dug that it's very hard to get her husband Joey to respond to any of her current sexual proclivities. In fact even Trish, fired up by her excursions outside the home, has a hard time fueling enough desire in herself in order to bring Joey along for the ride. This proves very frustrating for Patricia, hell she sees it as torture. She's fucking horny and she doesn't have any help taking care of business, taking care of "it." At least not for now.

Seemingly, what makes matters worse is the big family thing. This big beautiful, wonderful family. Especially Joey's family, with his five gorgeous brothers. All of them are very attractive for sure but the really impossible thing is that Patricia is so familiar with all of them, she knows them. She's been around Joey's brothers for years. She's been in some of their weddings. She's counseled some of them after their own marriages had floundered. She's hooked up some of them with her single girl friends. And yes she's often flirted with them herself. Often overtly. Trish is comfortable with them.

Like the New Years Eve party that Joey's next oldest brother Tony gave two years ago. It was typical. The festive atmosphere, the champagne, the charge of midnight and mystery of "the midnight kiss," all had worked their spell on Trish. Too bad for her, at midnight Joey was right on the edge of passing out. Patricia could only rouse him enough for a quick peck on the lips before he kerplunked back down into his champagne drenched stupor.

At about twelve thirty Patricia found herself wondering away from the small, party crowd upstairs. She needed to get away. Joey had pissed her off but she loved him so - she couldn't let any of the rest of the family see the disappointment on her face. She went downstairs to the billiard room, assuming that no one was there. Tony was playing pool. Whoops! As always cordial conversation ensued. Tony's wife Joan had just left to check on the baby-sitter sitting their kids. Tony? He'd had a few drinks and it wasn't thought much by Trish when he commented favorably on her attire - a fiery holiday red top, a very short black mini-skirt, nude hose and black pumps. Patricia has very long legs and doesn't hesitate to show them off. She said thanks politely and then she couldn't believe what she said next.

She said, "nice jeans Tony, you've got the best ass."

In an only slightly slurred and befuddled voice Tony said, "come over here I've been meaning to tell you something."

Patricia hesitated but only a little and when she reached Tony he said, "how long have we known each other?"

She said, "I don't know, five, maybe six years, seems long."

Getting very close to Trish, Tony said, "I've thought of you - in sexually explicit ways - from the very beginning. The first time I laid eyes on you my mind traveled up your long legs." Then Tony kind of re-took control of himself, he actually shook and said, "but I'd never ever do anything to hurt Joey, I love Joey and if I weren't just a little drunk I'd probably never have told you this. So please let's just forget I said anything."

Tony got genuinely embarrassed and looked away when Patricia said, "Don't worry your secret is safe with me and thank you Tony, what you said was very flattering and I haven't heard anything like it in quite a while." Tony stopped, turned and looked at Trish, she just batted her beautiful big eyes and Tony shook his head again and stumbled back up stairs.

Patricia eventually left the billiard room and went back upstairs. Nothing else happened that night. Oh, "it" happened in her mind all right. That real, impassioned, midnight kiss she had missed out on with Joey played hotly in her mind, only it was she and Tony doing the kissing - and more.

After that things got worse for Patricia. Heightened sexual frustration continued to dog her. She confided this to her sister Joan, (Tony's wife remember,) not the specifics of the talk with Tony or fantasies about Tony but the overall situation with Joey and their lack of sex. Joan suggested a vibrator but Patricia, even though she desperately wanted to try one (she was curious because she'd never had one before) couldn't bring herself to buy one. Voices that sounded like her parents rang out in the back of her head, "Good Catholic girls didn't buy vibrators, it would be far too embarrassing, no way."

Many things in Patricia's life were conspiring to keep this situation just where it was - which of course was hugely frustrating. Her parents, deeply Catholic and always the loudest voices in the back of her head, always reminding her of her religion, which was something she could not and in fact did not want to escape. She loved her religion but she wished it were more understanding of sexual matters and she fantasized about the church actually being able to help her and all the other Catholic women out there who were probably in the same holly boat.

Her kids too, Patricia was such a mom, a real good mom too. What would they think if they knew their mother was having thoughts as if she were some common slut. The very type of behavior and thoughts she taught her kids to avoid. And Joey? By now he had a new job, a very good job but it took him on the road. She saw less of him now than ever before. And when he was home, he was always too tired. They weren't talking, especially about sex. Things were very bad.

Patricia now desperately yearned for "this thing" that was missing in here life. Something that had been missing ever since she had started to date Joey when she was just 19 - a strange man? No not a strange man, she thought that what she really wanted was a familiar man. You see, she didn't want to loose Joey, she loved him. Of this she was very sure but she knew she wanted a familiar man, someone to have comfortable sex with, infrequently of course, just a couple of times a year would be fine with her.

And she realized that she couldn't risk sex with strange men. That would be far too risky. It could even put the safety of her children, not to mention herself, at risk. Yes, Patricia wanted a familiar man, one who she could trust, one who had just as much to loose as she did. A familiar, safe, man. And then the fantasy went one step further. Wouldn't it be nice if Joey, her husband, her lover (he used to be anyway) knew all about this? Wouldn't it be nice if Joey supported her? Wouldn't it be nice if Joey too, knew and was familiar with this chosen man? Who knows maybe even Joey would like it. Maybe Joey and this familiar man could be friends. Maybe, dare she think it, Joey and this familiar man could "share her," sexually, at the same time. Trish went nuts at the thought. She thought, "I should've bought that damn vibrator. Where the hell can a girl get a good stiff piece of vibrating plastic when she needs one?"

But all those thoughts were too much for her to bare, too much for her to replay in her mind. After all, that was the wildest fantasy she could ever concoct, two men at once, it could never ever happen.

Then something did happen. Joey confided to Patricia that, get this, Tony and Joan were having marital difficulties. Wow! Go figure. Much to Trish's surprise their problems were of the very same nature as her and Joey's were. Hmmm? She thought. Hmmm? Ideas formed, fantasies again transpired but still, no solutions, only frustration. Pure unadulterated frustration.

But soon things were to change forever.

All five of Joey's brothers were tight. As tight as brothers could get. Maybe it was an Italian thing, who knows? Tony and Joey, being only nine months apart, were extremely close. They shared the same bed room most of their adolescent lives. They fought together, they played together, they were on the same sports teams throughout school. They even, at different times, dated the same girls. And that's where their closeness came from.

At Tony's initiation, Joey sheepishly confided to Patricia that the only thing they, as brothers, could come up with in order to "save Tony and Joan's marriage," was for Joey, that's right Joey, to, wait, was she hearing this correctly? Joey was to occasionally "sleep" with Joan. Holly shit!

Apparently, some mutual flirting had gone on for quite some time, Joan too had made this evident to Tony. That's when Tony got the idea and had decided to talk with his brother Joey - and it was settled - the brothers would make a huge "love pact" and Tony would allow Joey to screw his wife in order to save the marriage. Trish thought, "I'll bet Joan is elated about this, that bitch."

Patricia was flabbergasted. She was angry. Not only did all her Irish/Catholic tendencies rise to the surface but beneath it all was the fact that it was she who needed the sexual attention. And the irony that "the perfect familiar man," for her, who was in fact Tony, the brother that even Joey had no idea was interested in her and the double irony that Joey, long on sexual disinterest in her, was now going to do it to his brothers wife. Holly shit! How could this have happened. She went fucking ballistic.

The next day, after she calmed down a bit, after she thought about it for a while, Trish decided that she needed a little time before she could even consider condoning this sort of thing. But in reality, she was thinking of herself - she needed time, time to plan, time to take care of her needs. And above all, save her and Joey's marriage, not necessarily Tony and Joan's, in the process.

It was easy actually. Once Joey left for work she picked up the phone and called Joan who knew that Joey had "broken the news" to her the night before. Joan, a very attractive woman of German/Irish decent with long brown hair, ample figure and green eyes, answered Patricia's call with embarrassed, halting and apologetic speech. Patricia on the other hand was all too cool and very together. Without actually telling Joan that she would "allow this to happen," Patricia none-the-less provided to be an understanding, compassionate and soothing voice. On the other end of the phone, after Trish had hung up, Joan smiled and felt a warm tingle down below.

Patricia's next call was to Tony at his work. Tony was really embarrassed. Again Trish was cool and understanding. But then, as she had planned, Trish communicated the fruit of much previous rehearsal, it was an "off handed/humorous" comment, it went, "You know, if Joan gets to sleep with Joey, I should get to sleep with you." Tony dropped the receiver. All Tony could hear as he fumbled for the phone on the floor of his office was a devious laugh and then a click. Patricia had hung up the phone.

So there you have it. Loving husband Joey couldn't refuse the logic when his wife Patricia soon thereafter presented it to him. Joey promised to make the call the next day and attempt to seal the deal. And that he did. It was done.

All four parties had now agreed. All the general parameters were in place. It was the detail that needed to be worked out. And those details would prove to be the most crucial part in making this rather unconventional, yet logical agreement - an agreement fostered by family love for one another, an agreement based on mutual respect for each other as modern adults, an agreement of forward thinking, social sophistication - to take place, to work.

The agreed upon details would insure that this "love pact" would never, ever be discovered. That all parties would remain "normal" (for lack of a better term,) in the eyes of all those around them and that all parties would of course remain safe and disease free.

The rules -

1) All four individuals would be tested for aids or any other communicable disease once a year and that no sexual activity could take place until all four had been tested.

2) All intercourse was to take place with condoms. Even though both Joan and Trish were on birth control pills, it was decided that condoms provided just a little more security and in fact, helped to provide a "psychological border" that all felt was necessary to maintain, in order to honor the previous commitments made.

3) All sexual activity could only take place if and when the time and date of said activity was pre-approved by all parties concerned.

4) It was agreed upon in understanding of human nature, that this entire situation was one of an experimentation and it would continue that way - in that at any time - if just one of the four parities concerned wished to back out of the agreement, the other three would have to do the same. No questions asked.

5) It was agreed upon that sexual activities would never take place more frequently that once per quarter, four times a year and if they happened less than once per quarter, do to scheduling or whatever reason - too bad - you snooze you lose.

6) It was agreed upon that this was to be an intimate "group thing." Not necessarily "all in the same room or within sight of each other," (after all the brothers proved a little embarrassed by that prospect)-(Trish and Joan both thought - Men? When they brought that one up) - but that lovemaking would take place for all parties concerned, under the same roof. Whether that roof be one of either of the couple's homes or a hotel, a sky lodge whatever. All agreed, both couples should and would be relatively close at hand to each other whenever they did this thing.

7) Of course it was agreed upon that no children be present during any of these activities for obvious reasons. It was agreed upon to implement a pool situation for prospective baby sitters.

8) It was agreed upon, that during love making sessions, they were to be carried out in a "no holes barred," manner, that is, as long as both parties agreed upon what was happening. It was brought up after all, that the uniqueness of a new partner was much of what this agreement was all about. It's what provided much of the excitement. Related to this, is was also agreed upon to not discuss the intimate details of love making, about the new partner, with the old partner. This again was to prevent jealousy, human nature, to obtain even a moderate entrance to the situation.

9) It was agreed upon to hold love making sessions to six hours or possibly shorter times, depending upon the general agreement at the time. Six hours was to be the maximum but there really was no minimum, as long as the feeling was mutual. If both couples finished up with each other in an hour and desired the comfort of their married spouse to cuddle up with for the remainder of the six hours, and it was mutually agreeable, then done. Same goes, if after cuddling with your spouse for a while, it was mutually agreed to give the new partner another try, so be it. As long as a preferential nod was given the established, long term, marital relationship and as long as the six-hour rule was not abridged all switching back and forth was cool. At six hours though, no more sex - until next time.

10) Last but not least there had to be a code of anti-jealousy and utter silence. Everyone agreed to leave jealousies somewhere else and a code of secrecy was drawn among the four. No one could tell any other living soul - not a priest, not a friend, not a stranger. No one. It was discussed that for whatever reason, this oath was ever breached - the other three would deny that anything of this nature had ever taken place, leaving the bean spiller out on there own.

With the clink of four champagne glasses the die was cast. A new sexual life for all four had begun. Family love was the driving force and the fun was about to begin

Meet Joey Ch. 2



fter the prerequisite aids and health tests were completed and proved conclusively healthy a meeting by the four was held to determine just how to go about the first time. At this meeting Patricia was absolutely randy but held herself at bay while the plans were being made. She savored the anticipation. She undressed Tony within her mind. She desperately wanted to know what his cock looked like. Was it like Joey's? The plans unfolded.

It was agreed upon that the first time, being very, very special, would have to be just that - very special. It would have to involve a nice dinner, some naughty, sexual oriented games, perhaps strip poker and maybe some naughty videos to set the ambiance and get the juices flowing (although everyone laughed and agreed that that would probably not be necessary). Candles, perhaps a fire in the fireplace - Hey! That's when it dawned on everyone that it had to be a Joey and Trish's place. Tony and Joan didn't have a fire place, besides Joey and Trish's also had the bonus item of an outdoor hot-tub. Even though it was March, in the middle North East, a communal hot-tub full of naked, wanton bodies turned everyone on - well that was that. Next weekend? Done. So be it. All set out with high hopes for next Saturday night. Hey? Who's going to line up a sitter for the kids?

All that week Joan and Patricia, now closer than ever, prepared the menu. Joan would come over early on Saturday and help Trish prepare the food and set the scene. Joey would drive the kids over to Tony and Joan's, leaving them with the sitter and bring Tony back over for the big evening of raunchy fun.

While preparing the diner, Patricia couldn't help but ask Joan what Tony liked in bed and Joan offered some reliable suggestions. The conversation and the information went both ways as Trish suggested things that Joey really liked too.

Joey and Tony on the other hand were a little more guy'ish in their conversation while driving back to Joey's. They laughed a lot when Tony made a comment about being too excited and cumming too fast. He wondered if he'd be able to get it back up for another round. Joey assured him that Trish knew how to take care of him, no problem.

Dinner was wonderful and very little sexual conversation took place. Mostly family stuff really. The wine flowed and a relaxed atmosphere took over the entire house.

Candles burned everywhere. Joan had spent fifty bucks on them alone. Incense burned, the hot-tub burbled outside and a fire crackled in the fireplace. Light jazz trickled out of the fine sound system.

Finally about eight thirty, it was Patricia who made the first nervous yet bold move. She just blurted out, "if some of our clothes don't start coming off soon, I'll just go fucking nuts." Well that broke the ice, everyone laughed. Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards and simultaneously all four got up and walked from the dinning room into the kitchen, with it's big glass breakfast table that overlooked both the hot-tub outside and the fireplace in the family room.

Joey said, "Let's not mess around with real poker, let's just cut the cards four ways, the lowest card removes an article of clothing, draw a joker and that person can request the removal of any piece of clothing from any other individual." "Done," was the welcome response.

Trish had already noticed the bulge of the familiar but as late, not often seen member inside her husbands pants and when she glanced to Tony and her eyes probed the same area on him, she pleasantly noticed the same thing, only it seemed bigger, she wondered, she tingled, she felt swept away. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. It felt wonderful. She tingled.

The cards shuffled, the deck made it's way around the table and everyone took a cut. Joan was the first to turn up, a seven of spades. Trish noticed that Joan had a grin on her face a mile wide. Joey turned up the Queen of hearts, how appropriate Trish thought. Tony turned up the four of clubs, much to Trish's delight. She flipped hers over and a huge laugh went out from all at the table. She had one of the joker's.

Immediately Trish looked at Tony, who know found himself in double jeopardy, what with the low card of the cut and the joker threatening. Trish savored the moment though. "Hmmmm," she hummed. Her tongue flicking the corner of her pouting glossed lips. "Two items?" she asked with an arch in her eyebrows. "Yeah common," Tony mumbled. And then very abruptly, within a second and without provocation, Tony stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. A hoot went up from both Trish and Joan while Joey just sat there, mouth agape, as his closest brother pulled his pants down and pulled one leg out of them at a time. There he stood in all his glory - in his white boxer shorts of all things. The real difficulty came in concealing his very stiff member, which poked out of the fly and bobbed around until he fumbled and put it back in. Patricia was amazed, it looked plenty big enough all right. Joan was laughing, nearly uncontrollably.

Tony hurriedly sat down again, his member flying - out on the fly - again! As he fumbled to put it back in his shorts Trish said, "Hey, that was only one piece of clothing, I get to pick the other and it's got to be the underwear." With that Tony said, "Oh what the hell." He got up, took off his underwear, took off the remainder of his cloths, yelled, "yah-hoo!" And went outside and got in the hot tub where he waved to the others through the large kitchen window.

Trish, Joey and Joan just looked at each other for a second, got up and started peeling off their clothes. They were all naked and in the hot tub in less than a minute.

The water was hot. A good thing too, it was at least thirty degrees outside. The night was beautiful. The stars shown down bright and clear. The hot-tub burbled and the outdoor sound system that Joey had so proudly installed, played relaxing jazz and blues.

Patricia moved closer to Tony who put his big left arm around her. She reached under the water and felt for him. Once she found it, she cupped it and then felt it's full length. She glanced over at Joey and Joan, they were kissing and she couldn't see any hands above the water. Joan moaned. She could see Joey's arm moving back and forth and she new he was finger fucking Joan to oblivion. That's when she realized that Tony had started to feel her right breast and lightly pinch her nipple. She worked her hand over his shaft and leaned into him for a deep tongue kiss. Trish's eyes rolled back in her head.

The next thing Trish knew was that Tony was out of the water and he was lifting her up. He was going to carry her inside. Trish looked around and did not see Joan and her husband. She relinquished herself to the strength of Tony and put her head on his shoulder, kissing the nape of his neck.

As Tony carried her through the family room, past the fire, which now had lost it's roar but still maintained a healthy amber glow, Trish could hear, from the living room, the moans of both Joan and Joey. As she and Tony reached the staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs, he stopped and took a long look into the living room where his wife had straddled Joey, his little brother - right on the piano bench of all things. She rode him, up and down as he caressed her swaying breasts. Her head was back and she was moaning. Tony told Trish that he knew she was about to cum and wanted to watch. Joan rode faster, harder, she moaned louder. "Oh fuck," is all she said as she bent over to bring her mouth to Joey's and she simultaneously kissed him and mumbled, "I'm cumming!" She shuddered and the wetness rolled out of her and onto Joey's thighs and onto the piano bench.

Pat couldn't take it another second. She whispered, "Tony, let's go - I need to suck your cock." With that he slowly climbed the stairs, Trish in his arms.

Tony carried her to the guest bedroom. Trish figured that he didn't want to deal with any of the mental complexities of fucking his brother's wife, in his brother's bedroom but she didn't care. She needed dick and she needed it now, anywhere she could get it.

Tony laid her on the bed and Trish immediately took his cock in her mouth. "Wow," she thought! A mouth is the true measuring device for the size of a mans cock. Tony was stretching her mouth a healthy size or two wider than Joey's pecker could. Never the less, that did not daunt her, in fact it enthused her and she wasted no time in tonguing the head. She rolled it in her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. It turns out Tony must have been very, even overly excited. Trish could feel his orgasm building within seconds. She didn't care, she knew she could bring him back around in mere minutes and she relished the thought of his cum splashing the back of her throat, something she had not felt or tasted in two years. She cupped his balls with her left hand and jacked Tony off with the other, all the time maintaining mouth contact with his huge member. Tony, yelled, "Christ!" And cautioned, "Watch out!" Such a gentleman she thought. But Trish was well beyond giving a shit about gentlemanly overtures. She didn't say a word other than a repeated, "yes - yes - yes!" As Tony unloaded torrents of sperm into her eager mouth. His load was huge and seemed to never end. She could not keep up with it and his semen splashed over her lips and down her chin, pooling on her thighs. Tony's knees gave out and he crumbled onto the bed with a, "Whew!" Trish held him and planned for another attack - soon.

Tony had closed his eyes and Trish thought he did deserve a rest. Besides she was a mess, a nice mess but a mess. She told Tony she was going to clean up, that he should rest and she'd be right back. She had other plans though.

As she tiptoed out of the guestroom she noticed the master bedroom, her bedroom, the door was ajar and a faint light was coming from within. She carefully looked in and to her surprise, saw nothing. She heard moaning though and realized that it was coming from the adjoining bathroom. That was the source of light and that was illuminating the bedroom. She causally approached the bathroom. She looked through the crack provided by the slightly open door and in the reflection of the bathroom mirror she clearly saw what was going on. Joey had Joan on the sink, spread eagle, his tongue buried in her snatch and two fingers up her extremely well lubricated asshole. Joan was going wild.

Trish, who had not had an orgasm yet, instinctually reached down to her pussy and fingered her soft but hardening clit. But she knew that she could not watch for long. Tony would wonder where she was and she didn't want to break the flow of what Joey and Joan where doing. So, as she heard Joan yelp, "You must fuck me up the ass, please!" Trish turned and started to tip toe back to Tony in the guestroom.

That's when Trish jumped out of her wits, right through the ceiling in fact. Because before she could reach the door she ran smack dab into Tony coming the other way, he was looking for her. She made an excited effort the say, "Shoosh!" With her finger to her mouth she indicated for him to be quiet. Tony did this but he grabbed her with his big hands and nudged her back toward the bathroom door. It did not take much coaxing. Now both Trish and Tony peered through the bathroom door and in the mirrored reflection they both saw as Joey greased his penis with lubricant and Joan finger fucked herself and murmured for him to fuck her quick. Joey moved closer and brought Joan's ass forward to the edge of the sink. Joan was well prepared. Joey sank into her easily and began to stroke. Joan could only say, "Fuck, oh fuck!" And as she fingered her pussy with both hands, one on her clit and the other with two finger buried inside her as she let her head drop back against the mirrored wall.

That's truly all Trish could take. She again made the sign, upraised index finger to her lips, an indication of silence and with the other hand on the bathroom door jam; she bent forward and spread her legs. Tony knew what to do. He got behind her and very slowly and quietly; he entered her, all the way. Her pussy went crazy. Her pussy convulsed and her juices ran down her thighs. Tony slid in and out of her very slowly but building in rhythm and intensity. Both he and Trish watched through the crack of the door as Joey took care of Joan in much the same way. All four of them were building toward orgasm - at the very same time.

Joan started to cum first. She nearly had her entire fist in her pussy and this just made Joey go nuts, he'd never seen such a thing. As Joan let out her first cries of ecstasy so did Joey, followed by the muffled cries of Trish and Tony. Joey pulled his dick out of Joan's ass and spewed her from chest to navel. That was way too much for both Trish and Tony. And Tony stayed in her, riding her hard as they both came. Tony's juices spurted out of Pat's pussy and globbed onto the bed room carpet.

That's when Trish lost her balance and virtually went head long into the bathroom with Tony in tow. They stumbled, he popped out of her pussy and they danced into full view of Joan and Joey. Spontaneous laughter broke out, fingers pointed and faces flushed with red from fresh orgasms bore smiles of grinning contentment from ear to ear.

Joey was the first to speak, "Showers anybody?"

That night, the first night, more lovemaking ensued. Right up until the mandatory six-hour time limit. Joan and Tony went home happy and sore, all fucked out.

The next day Joey and Trish went to pick up their kids. They were met with very warm hugs and much encouragement regarding their next erotic meeting. The only thing they discovered was that they had all forgotten about the condoms - whoops. Next time they'd remember.

All was happy on both home fronts and of course, nobody else knew a thing. The "big family thing" was intact. Funny thing, for all four of them, their sex lives with their life-long spouses picked up immensely. It seemed everything would work out just fine. That all was perfect. Patricia was very, very happy.

That was the first time.

Stay tuned for - the second time.

But first - "Guilt sets in."

Even though Patricia had only partaken in "extramarital sex - (Oh my God!!!!)," she gleefully thought - once! - and at that, for the very first time in her entire life (she married as a virgin) - she was simply rejuvenated. She was a whirlwind. At work, around the house, every where, people noticed. The bounce in her step was so high her toes were hurting by the end of the day. This was good, very good - at first.

Then it started to get to her. Especially the "people noticing" part. She didn't know what to say to them, "Yes, I feel great because my totally hunk brother shagged me rotten and not only does my husband know and condone it, he in fact had the same type of fun with his brother's wife - yes, the same brother I'm having fun with, we're all in it together - it's simply incestuous, isn't it?" Patricia started to feel guilty.

At first it was merely because she was "getting it," she was having this kind of sinful fun that most others only fantasized about. At least that's what she thought. After all, prior to this, she had only fantasized about it. She wouldn't ever have actually "acted upon it." It was pure fate, desperate need and family love that had somehow transformed her life into what it had now become. Surely most people did not have the same situations popping up in their lives. Or did they? Well, Trish didn't think so. So, she felt bad. Bad for them, all those people living out their lives in a desperately wanton, sexual shell of frustration.

Then her initial, light despair took a turn for the worse. One thing that contributed to this was that she was thinking too much, too much about the back and forth, the good and bad, of her situation, all bouncing around inside her head - that's when the catalyst for this new, deeper edge of despair, simply happened - the President of the United States got caught with his pants down. And with a very young woman no less, an intern even. An unpaid intern. And within days it was clear that she, the intern, wasn't the only one either. This man, the President, was not necessarily high on Patricia's list of great men, let alone Presidents. Yeah, she held respect for the office and the skills that would allow anyone to obtain that office but this particular President had experienced much controversy throughout his tenure and she therefore thought of him as sneaky - at best. This news devastated her.

She began to question the "good of illicit sex." And yes, she still called it, "illicit sex." After all, that's the way she was taught. That's the way she was brought up. That's what her parents and her church had always told her. Even though she had felt elated after partaking in it, even after remembering the years of frustration of denying the need for it, even after the feeling of complete freedom that she had so recently felt - she now felt guilty, she felt dirty, she felt cheep. No, she wasn't a mental wreck or anything; she just felt uggy and confused.

Joey on the other hand was planning the next "quarterly meeting" with unbridled glee. He was going nuts. His initial hesitancy was long gone. His libido, rejuvenated by their first group tryst, was literally through the roof. And when he wasn't planning for their next four-way bout he was chasing Trish around the house, they did it in the garage, in the car, anywhere. "Whew," Trish thought, "this was exhausting, be careful what you ask for. I mean, this is good, it's much better than it was before, but Christ, calm down dude." The truth is she relished the attention, attention she had not received from Joey in a long while. Confusion reigned.



Meet Joey Ch. 3



So what about Tony and Joan? Well, Trish, seeking advise, regarding her first elated and now current downtrodden feelings, called the only female she could confide in - Joan. Joan too reported similar frisky behavior about Tony, brothers, acting the same way. No big deal. What surprised Trish though was how well Joan was handling the situation, how casual she seemed to be taking the whole thing. In fact Trish was just a little jealous about this. Trish thought it ironic that here she was feeling jealous. Not jealous about her sister fucking her husband but jealous about how mentally together Joan was regarding the entire matter.

That's when, after a few such phone conversations, Joan slipped up. To Trish, it seemed like a casual remark at first, but it didn't take her long, seconds in fact, to question her statement. In regard to Tony's increased horniness, Joan said, "Tony gets this way every time." Along with this Trish distinctly heard Joan halt her speech, editing herself. Trish could almost hear the "mental whoops" within Joan's mind. " Joan, what the hell gives?" Trish said in a concerned tone.

Joan's big confession -

After a short silence and then much conversation regarding sworn secrecy, Joan fessed up. She and Tony were experienced in this sort of thing. They'd done it before. In fact they had been intimately involved with other couples for a couple of years. Trish was flabbergasted. She didn't know what to think. She stammered into the phone but mumbled just enough to communicate to Joan that she thought a private face to face conversation was in order. Joan agreed, they set a time and date and hung up. Trish was numb.

The very next day Patricia was sitting in Joan's kitchen over a hot cup of coffee as Joan filled her in on the history of her and Tony's very secret sex life. To Trish, it was actually rather typical, she was relieved. Tony and Joan like many other young modern married couples started off hot and heavy in the sex department and even though they had made solemn oaths to always attempt to be experimental in that area, - the spark eventually dwindled. With that other frustrations popped up and before they new it their marriage was in trouble.

The interesting part of Joan's story was that it was fate that actually brought swinging into their lives. It was luck that this discovery, swinging, was made and that the outcome had saved their marriage. Trish listened as Joan unfolded the story.

The Party -

She had been invited to a bachelor party for a very good friend and the theme of the party was sex toys. Trish had heard of this type of thing. Arraignments had been made for a professional sales person to show and demonstrate all sorts of sex toys at this party. The hostess planning this was smart enough to know that the subject matter would require a little loosening of attitudes so plenty of champagne was on hand to do just that. After a few bubbly bottles had disappeared and the girl talk and laughter had died down a bit, the hostess presented the sales person. Wow! To Joan's and the other women's delight the sales person was actually a sales team and a man and woman sales team at that! And they were beautiful. My God! They were introduced as Jim and Susan. They said they were not married but were good friends and regularly intimate with each other. Susan a thirty'ish, red headed aerobics instructor and personal trainer was fabulously in shape and very attractive. Jim, maybe in his forties but young looking, was light brown haired and muscular, "Nice cut, nice butt, nice chest hair too." Joan remembered with a smile on her face. They were both dressed in very nice business attire. When they entered the large family room where all the women were sitting they struggled with a foot-locker sized trunk, a blue velvet trunk. Very mysterious indeed.

Jim took the lead and suggested more champagne, told a couple of light, easy going jokes about bachaloret parties and marriage and generally got the crowd in an easy mind set. Slowly, Susan had opened the blue velvet trunk. The inside of the trunk was lined in padded white crushed velvet cloth which sounded overly elegant and a bit tacky to Trish but Joan went on.

Jim ceased the suspense and launched right into his pitch. He reached right into the trunk and pulled out just about the biggest dilldo anyone in the room had ever scene. A collective gasp escaped from everyone in the room. This "thing" was fifteen inches long and as big around as a normal person's forearm. And it was bright luminous red too. Jim said, "This model is called, the Big Red One, and we're here to sell each and every one of you one of these magnificent babies, it's every woman's secret friend, every woman's fantasy. Susan uses hers every day." The astonished, bug-eyed women fell absolutely silent. "Just kidding, only kidding!" Jim announced. Laughter and sighs of relief followed. Jim tossed the big red dilldo to Susan who handled it with just two fingers and with a disgusted look on her face she dropped it behind a chair. For the first time Susan spoke up and in a delightful British accent too, "There may be just a few women out there who require something like "that" but we know, there are very few of those women in deed. What we do know is that often women need help. They require assistance in attaining release. The cause? It's many things really, the physicality of human sexual organs, the differing emotional quality between men and women, absentee spouses, work related stress and the stress of child rearing - whatever the reasons, many women not only need sexual release, they absolutely require it and very often and they need some help in attaining it." A little silence from the room and then - Jim chimed in, "We're talking orgasms here ladies" Laughter flowed, as did more champagne.

Joan continued her story after pouring Trish more coffee.

On cue Susan reached into the velvet trunk and pulled out a tiny, white plastic cylinder, just slightly bigger than a small double AA battery. Susan spoke. "This truly could be every woman's friend. It's called "the Pocket Rocket," and it is the least expensive and smallest, mass produced sexual aid in the world. It sells of $19.95, cums (pardon the pun), it comes with a satisfaction guarantee and as you can see by its size, is very portable and discreet. I works wonderfully well too." With that Susan turned it on and a slight buzzing sound filled the air. "This little wonder vibrates a thirty cycles per second. The manufacture spent much time and money on medical research in Europe and concluded that this frequency, thirty cycles per second, was found to produce the most pleasurable and quickest response in the majority of women tested." Susan went on, "Ladies, if you don't mind and with a little assistance form my partner, I'd love to provide you with a very short demonstration of this wonderful product. Ladies, do I hear any objections?" - Dead silence.

At this point Joan explained to Patricia her feelings at that time. She was in one way shocked but in a stronger way very intrigued. Trish asked her if she was aroused and Joan said, "Hell yeah!" Then Joan said, "I don't know why, it must have been the champagne."

Joan continued -

Not hearing any response what-so-ever from the crowd Susan, very business like pushed play on a boom box Jim had been quietly setting up, soft, beat driven music emanated. Susan said, "This is basically a demonstration of what I would do at home, alone, but I find that when I must "perform" in front of a crowd, I need a little extra stimulation in order to achieve the desired effect so I will utilize Jim here for that purpose." With that she again, in a very business like manner unbuttoned the jacket of her two piece suit, unzipped her skirt and in two shakes disrobed down to her very lovely, lacy underwear, leaving her heels on. No one in the room moved. She went over to the recliner, arranged a pillow for the small of her back, sat down and reclined the chair into full recline. Jim had moved to the back of the chair, assisting in this. Susan turned on the pocked rocket and began by massaging her neck with it. Jim bent forward slightly and massaged Susan's temples and stroked her longish hair. Susan's eyes closed. Her hands wondered and soon the Pocket Rocket found itself down between her breasts and then further down between her legs. A low moan escaped Susan when the vibrator touched the area near her clitoris. All this still above her underwear. Just as she started really getting into it, Susan's free hand, her right started massaging Jim crotch area and the results were very, very visible to all the ladies in the room. They all stayed put and watched with big wide eyes. Some had their mouths open.

As Susan moaned again whispers broke out among the ladies but still no one moved. Susan found Jim's zipper, deftly unzipped it in one easy motion, reached inside, fumbled a bit and then pulled out one huge hunk of man meat. One woman said, "Oh my god!" Others ooohed. Nobody moved. Susan was beginning the get lost in her own pleasure. She pushed aside her panties revealing a neatly trimmed tush, pulled down her bra to expose her very nice nipples and placed the Pocket Rocket directly on her clit. She moaned continually now and she became very moist between her legs. Jim had started stroking himself with one hand and feeling Susan's breasts with the other. Susan too began stroking his member. In deep mid-moan Susan popped her head up and spoke to all the women in the room, "Now ladies, I'll show you how I really like to cum." She inched back in the recliner, her head now draped over the back, top edge of the chair. With the recliner in the fully reclined position and Susan's neck virtually on the top of the recliner, her head dangled backwards only a few feet off the ground, she was looking right up at Jim's huge cock. Then she spread her legs just wide enough to rest the backs of her thighs on the arms of the chair. Her pinkness showed to all in the room. She started the vibrator again and began to work her clit with it. Jim knew what to do. He unbuckled his pants, pushed them down to his ankles and shoved his nine-inch boner into Susan's waiting, eager mouth.

The women in the room gasped in excitement and Joan admitted to Trish that she was getting really turned on. If any spare male happened to walk into that house at that moment he would have been raped for sure. It was all Joan could do to control herself and not walk over and touch Jim. Joan told Trish how the hostess, seated in a big leather wing back chair across the room, now began to rub her privates through her slacks, her eyes watching the scene in a sexual trance.

Susan was now in sexual heaven, oblivious to the crowd of horny women around her. Her mouth remaining still and open as Jim slowly pumped back and forth. Jim began to moan too. He grabbed the back of the reclined chair for added balance and stability. Susan worked the vibrator around her clit and sunk two fingers of her other hand into her vagina. Jim was about to cum and Susan was right on his tale. She twisted her head, Jim popped out of her mouth and she gasped, "Cum on me." With that Jim pumped his hand with blinding speed and as Susan moaned with her own orgasm, Jim spewed a stream of cum from her chin to her navel. Then again, pow(!) yet another jet stream of warm, white fluid. Susan was still cumming, now with three fingers inside her and wetness from her own eruption oozed all over her crotch area. They both slowly groaned to a stop. Jim's knees were shaking.

Joan remembered that she thought she came real close to cumming, which amazed her because she provided no physical stimulation at all. It was all visual and mental. Other women in the room were visibly shaken by what they had just witnessed. But no one left the room.

Susan and Jim rested and eventually got back in mental touch with the astonished group. They cleaned up with a towel and replaced at least some of their garments. Susan stayed in her very nice underwear and Jim pulled up his pants but removed his shirt all together. What a bod, Joan had thought.

Jim then smiled turned toward the group and performed a weak imitation of an old vaudevillian, soft-shoe, dance step, finally and said, "How was that ladies?" Joan and all in the room broke into applause. Two of the women openly wept tears of joy.

As Joan continued to tell her story. Patricia found herself getting very excited. She didn't think Joan could tell though because Joan just went right on with this amazing story.

The machine -

Joan went on that Jim then said, "Now that you've witnessed the smallest and least expensive item we can provide for your feminine pleasure we would like to show you the most expensive." Jim bent over the blue velvet trunk, reached in and with both hands and some effort pulled out "this thing." It appeared to be some kind of half cylinder, made of plastic and covered in some kind of padded nagahide, it had a power cord too. Joan thought it was kind of ugly and it was brown too, not one of her favorite colors. Susan had taken a fresh towel and placed it in the middle of the carpeted floor and Jim placed "this thing" in the middle of the towel. Jim went back to the box and rummaged around while Susan plugged "this thing" into a wall socket. Jim came back with what appeared to be a smallish dilldo and plugged in into a small hole on the top of the arch of the half cylinder. Joan then noticed another cord with a box on it. On the box, were some sort of controls or buttons.

Susan spoke first, "Ladies, this is it. The Rolls Royce of feminine sexual pleasure. So well does this machine work that it's possible to actually replace a man with it. Why? Because technically, it does everything better than any man can. It does it longer than any man. Ladies, it will go on and on until you turn it off or pull the plug. So good is this machine that we virtually guarantee that you'll not only experience orgasms with it's first use but we also guarantee that you'll learn to experience multiple orgasms with it's continued use. It's safe. It's rugged, you can't break it. It's medically and scientifically tested, re-tested and proven to work and work very well it does. And last but not least, even though you don't actually need one, we do recommend that you use this machine with a man, your sexual partner. Ladies I present to you the Swedish Sex Saddle."

Wow! Joan had thought. What the hell does this thing do? Trish was very curious too. Joan went on.

Jim took over the sales pitch. He grabbed the "control box" and turned one of the knobs, the penis like attachment protruding from the top of "the saddle" began to slowly rotate. Jim said, "The saddle is designed to stimulate a woman via the two movements proven by medical researchers to produce female orgasm. They are rotation, within the vagina and vibration, upon the clitoris. These two movements can be widely adjusted by the user. Both movements start at zero or no movement and can be adjusted toward intense movements, two rotations per second and thirty vibrations per second. Both movements can be applied at the same time. This allows a woman to start slow and to build in intensity as the feeling of orgasm climbs. Once orgasm is attained the movements can be slowed or stopped all together and then restarted to repeat the process. Providing personal control in this way, the user can actually learn how to achieve multiple orgasms. With the saddle it's easy." Jim flicked a switch and the dilldo atop the machine buzzed to life. The women in the room giggled. Jim added, "Who of you would be the first to try it?"

Well, Joan said the women in the room just looked at each other and laughed. It was way too embarrassing! But the embarrassed laughter didn't last long. The hostess of the party stood from her wing back chair and simply volunteered. She spoke quietly with Jim and Susan, left the room for a few minutes and came back wearing a white terry cloth robe. A group cheer went up from the thrilled crowd. Jim spoke, "Ladies, we do have to have some rules here, most of you are married or have a serious relationship with your chosen male lover and often complications can arise if activity of this sort is reported to them. So in order to prevent any of those complications from becoming serious, the rules are - Susan will control the saddle at all times and I will provide temporal, scalp, neck and shoulder massage from the rear or behind the recipient - and that is all. There can't be any sexual contact between myself and the recipient for all the obvious reasons. In this way you are simply getting a massage. I think you'll agree that it will be the best massage of your life. If this is understood we can begin." Joan said the women looked like marionettes, their heads all nodded in unison.

The hostess, Judy, a beautiful full-bodied women in her forties with graying hair and bright blue eyes was instructed by Susan, as Jim applied a prophylactic to the dilldo and a clear lubricant on top of that. Then carefully so as not to expose her, Susan guided Judy, who had apparently been instructed to not were anything under her rode, down into a kneeling position over top of the dilldo. In essence Judy was straddling the machine in the female dominant position. Judy grabbed the dilldo with one hand and eased down even further allowing it to penetrate her. She made a face that showed a bit of unpleasantness but didn't back off. There she sat the machine inside her. Jim pushed play on the boom box and pleasant music filled the room. The shades were drawn and a couple of small lamps provided the only light in the room. Jim had also turned on the TV and from it a pornographic video played without any sound. The tape showed a woman receiving pleasure from four very good-looking men at the same time.

Joan told Trish that at this point she and the other women in the room were just about insane with lust. They couldn't believe it, couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Heck they didn't know what to look at either, Judy on the machine, the video, each other, Jim, it was almost too much to bare.

Susan, who now had the controls to the machine in her hands, was seated off to the side of Judy who faced the TV. Jim took his place behind Judy and began to apply a very pleasant looking neck massage. But there was no indication yet that the machine had been started. Susan whispered, "The saddle, when started slow, which is the recommended method, barely makes a sound. I have just turned it on." Judy jumped.

Judy simply uttered, "Weird, it feels so strange." The women around the room giggled. Then the faint sound of humming was apparent and Judy said, "Uhmmmm, that's nice!" Things were beginning the heat up fast. Between Jim's massage, the soft music, the porno movie, which was now in full no holes barred display and the ever so slowly increasing hum and whir of the machine - all witnessing this display were enthralled. Particularly Judy, of course. Her eyes alternated between watching the video and rolling her head back into Jim's hands with her eyes shut. As the hum and whir of the machine increased Judy's hands started to massage her own thighs and her robe fell open slightly. She began to make guttural noises too. Either Jim's massage was the best in the world or the saddle was really doing it for her. Judy's excitement kept building as the machine worked faster. Her own roaming hands began to work their way up her body and her robe fell even further off her shoulders exposing the tops of her breasts. She moaned louder now and Joan told Trish that she could now hear speed variations emanating from the machine. Apparently Susan was working Judy up and down, building her toward an orgasm and then slowing the machine down, teasing her. Judy's hands were now reaching behind her and she was groping Jim's legs. Her head was tilted way back and her eyes looked straight into Jim's as if she were begging him for more contact. Jim reminded her, "No sexual contact Judy, just relax and let the machine take you away." Jim did move to her side a little bit and allowed Judy to firmly grasp his leg in the upper thigh area. The machine was much louder now and Judy's moaning was becoming uncontrollable. She was loosing touch. Her eyes now fully closed, her head buried between Jim's fully clothed legs, she began to hump the machine, her robe now almost completely off her body, she began to yell, "Ohhhhh, God! Ohhhhh, God! Fuck! Ohhhhh!" Then, "I'm cumming, ohhhhh, shit!" Judy was going crazy, Joan said she'd never seen anything like it. And this went on and on. As Judy's orgasm built in intensity so did the whir and hum of the machine. It was almost as if Susan and Jim had conspired to torture Judy with this none stoppable, sexual dynamo of a machine. But Judy, who'd lost all sense of control, was yelling at the top of her lungs, "Fuck! This is great! Don't stop! Ohhhh God! I'm cumming, God don't stop!" Joan and the other women watched in amazement as Judy came for a full ten minutes before Susan released her from the sexual grip of the saddle. Judy, drenched with sweat, her hair now matted, her face and upper chest area flushed red with sexual heat, just rolled off the machine and onto the carpet. She didn't care who was watching. She just mumbled, "Man, that's the best, I've never cum like that, I can't believe it.




Meet Joey Ch. 3







Meet Joey Ch. 4



Joan continued her story to Trish.

The women in the room were awestruck. That's when Jim, with a big grin on his face finally asked, "Anybody else?" Every hand in the room including Joan's went up like flags. That day, of the fifteen women in attendance, all took a turn on the amazing Swedish Saddle, all who tried it had intense orgasms and three machines were sold on the spot. It was also decided to purchase one for the girl getting married, as a group present from all those in attendance. Joan, without consulting her husband Tony at all, bought one with her American Express card. It would be delivered in two weeks. She couldn't wait.

Finally, Patricia, listening intently all this time realized that Joan must have this thing, this machine, the Swedish Saddle, here, right in the house, she blurted, "Where is it, I want to see it." Joan said, "I haven't finished the story yet, you haven't even heard about how Tony and I started swinging." Trish said, "I don't care right now I just want to see this machine, please Joan. Please?"

The kids were in school so Joan said, "All right but I've got to finish up on this story, no fooling with the machine." She had a big grin on her face. Trish frowned but Joan made her promise - no saddle today.

They marched to Joan and Tony's bedroom where Joan opened a linen closet door, which was in their own private bathroom. On the top shelf of the closet, was a box decorated as if Christmas decorations were within it, Joan struggling a bit because of it's weight, pulled it down and headed back into the bedroom. She closed the bedroom door just in case the kids showed up early from school. She opened the top of the box, Trish peered in and there it was, "wow(!)," she said "Is that it? It's funny looking, doesn't look like much," she continued. "That thing is guaranteed to give me multiple orgasms?" Joan said, "Well it worked for me and I know many others who will say that it's worked successfully on them too." "Hmmmm?" Trish was real curious. "Let's take it out," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "No way, you promised," said Joan, "And I don't have much more time, we need to get this story out of the way. For your sake and mine." "Okay," Trish responded.

As Joan folded the top of the box she told Trish that Susan and Jim had eventually delivered the Swedish Saddle to Joan and Tony. Considering the situation was that the kids were out. In fact Joan said, "they were over at your house that night, you guys were baby sitting our kids while Tony and I received instruction regarding operation of the machine - and more," she added.

"No way," said Trish. "You and Tony and Susan and Jim?" "Yes way," Joan said with a big guilty smile on her face. "Tell me all about it," said Trish. "Uh- uh, we don't have time, it's too much for right now. I'll tell you this though. It was wonderful, that was the beginning. Jim and Susan eventually introduced us to a club or sorts, a group of people who like and can handle this sort of activity. We don't really do it, partake in it all that often, maybe twice a year of so but it's proved very good for our marriage and then you happened."

Something went off in Trish's mind and she said, "Hey did you guys target us for you sex games?" "Absolutely not," Joan said, "that was an accident. A very pleasant accident I might add. We had fantasized about you two from way back, long before we discovered swinging but our thing just happened. I hope you aren't disappointed. I'd hate myself if you felt I hurt you and Joey."

The rational of pleasure -

Trish took a moment, she thought about how she'd been feeling lately but none of it really had anything to do with Tony or Joan, she loved them and now more so than ever. She thought too that it really had nothing to do with sex. Heck she loved sex and she hadn't been receiving enough of it. She had been very frustrated and now she wasn't, thanks to Tony and Joan. The way she'd been feeling had everything to do with doing something that wasn't readily publicly accepted. She felt guilty for liking it and she felt guilty that liking it went against what she had been taught while she was growing up. She then asked Joan what she thought about this.

Joan said that she had originally felt the same way but she had come to a very logical conclusion that provided stability. Joan said, "I came to the conclusion that I'm a modern women, living in this modern American society. I like to think on my own and I think like an adult. I've chosen to share my adult life with an adult man, a man who feels much the same way that I do. We think life is wonderful and holds many pleasures. These pleasures can, either be sought out and experienced or not, it's anyone's choice and that's their business. Tony and I respect all adult decisions that don't harm anybody but the fact is that we have chosen to responsibility experience some pleasures that are deemed by many, to be socially destructive. If we thought for a minute that anything we had experienced lately, regarding sex, was socially destructive - if we felt we had harmed anyone - we would stop. The fact is that we have not found that to be true. We really enjoy our special sexual fun. We believe that, we as individuals and as a couple are healthier because of it. We also know that because of our decision and our place within our society that we must be very discreet about our fun. We don't sneak around. We don't seek to secretly pervert others. We just don't broadcast what our preference's are. It's nobody else's business anyway. In a nutshell, Tony and I have discovered this, we have very much fun with it, we're responsible and safe adults regarding the practice of it, and it does take a lot of practice, (they both giggled at Joan's joke) and that's that."

Trish was amazed. Joan sounded very together on this. It wasn't that she sounded together so much but she sounded correct about it. Trish thought, as long as nobody gets hurt, what is the big deal. And if it feels good is in fact healthy and nobody gets hurt - why the hell not. Like Joan said, "It's nobody's damn business and hey, too bad for them, they don't know what they're missing." Trish felt better.

All of a sudden Joan and Trish could hear the slam of the front door, the kids were home. Trish told Joan that she really did want to try out the saddle before she had to go home. She was disappointed but not disappointed with their conversation. Trish thanked Joan and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek. Joan told Trish to look forward to her initiation on the machine at the next group meeting with the four of them, now only a couple of weeks away. Joey and Tony were planning a ski trip for the four of them, it sounded wonderful. Trish couldn't wait, neither could Joan.

The second time -

The weeks came and went as they always do. They seemed to fly by a little slower than usual. Trish mentally blamed it on her eagerness for their next big excursion into adult sexual enlightenment. The talk she had with Joan two weeks earlier had proved very beneficial and Trish was back on track. She felt no guilt what-so-ever only the tingle of anticipation. This amazed her because she had been "getting it" quite a bit lately from her husband Joey but thoughts of Joan and Tony with "their love machine," their Swedish Saddle and thoughts of them with Susan and Jim had been driving Trish crazy. For the first time in her life she had felt the need to masturbate. Since her talk with Joan she had taken care of herself about six or seven times. She had neglected to tell Joey about this yet but she would. She'd surprise him with it, actually show him what she'd been up to. It was a plan still formulating in her mind. But she knew, Joey's' time would come.

The plan was for all four of them to take Friday off from work, leave in the mid-morning for Hunter Mountain, which was northwest of NYC, get there and check in around three. They would unpack, have a light meal and hit the slopes for some lazy night skiing. Then they'd warm up around the fire and hot tub that was included in their own rental cabin or "chalet" as Joey insisted on calling it and see what developed.

The plan was going to perfection. The guys had arranged for a very nice chalet on a wooded mountainside near the ski slopes. It had a deck with a hot tub on it and a big main room fireplace - and a bonus too - downstairs, under the deck, was a Jacuzzi. The place had two large bedrooms with separate baths, a large living area and kitchen and a loft outfitted with a queen sized bed and a TV and VCR. The loft had a hand carved wooden sign hanging from rope right over the headboard of the bed that read, "the playroom." They all laughed when they saw it.

Right before they headed out for something to eat and some night skiing Tony took command and rather sternly reiterated the rules of their union. He asked if everything was still clear and if anybody had any questions, if everyone was cool with it all. They all were. They all had smiles on their faces. Trish was thrilled, her heart pumping with anticipation.

The short drive back down to the base of the mountain and the restaurant was nice and cozy, especially in the back seat where Trish found herself necking like a teenager with her studley husband Joey. Tony watched, as best he could, in the rear view mirror - he was driving - or trying to - Joan was rubbing his crotch for Christ sakes. He's lucky he made it down the damn snow covered mountain.

Well they made it. They got something to eat. Not much, just fruit and salad stuff and off they went headed for the intermediate slope. Joey wanted to try out a run called Bunny Hop. He joked that this was appropriate considering the plans for later in the evening.

It turns out Bunny Hop is a longish four point five mile course that is primarily wide, with great swooping turns and occasional side trails that weave in and out of small pine trees. It was about six in the evening and fairly dark. They were having a blast coming down when they stopped to rest at the lift line. Joan spoke, "If you really want to have some fun follow me, I've got a treat!" With that she took off down the slope. The others followed. All were pretty good skiers. Trish wondered just what kind of surprise Joan had up her sleeve.

Joan veered off onto one of the little side trails and just behind a pine windbreak of twelve-foot trees she came to a perfect parallel stop. She was soon followed in this action by all the others. It was a beautiful spot. Hidden by the main part of the big slope, in the opposite direction they looked out onto a vast snow covered and mountainous vista. There weren't many other skiers out so it was also real quiet, that special snow calm quiet that only happens in rural areas with deep snow. Tony said, "Okay babe what's up, what the hell are you up to?" With that Joan unzipped her jacket and reached in and pulled out a very plump wineskin. She said, "It's a decent Cabernet, check it out." They all took a turn and the wind was as advertised. As Tony took the last turn in the ring of wine drinking adventures Trish watched as Joey put his arm around Joan. Not wanting to feel left out she reached out for Tony. Before you knew it a major make-out session had commenced. More wine and more kissing and groping followed. Things were getting a bit breathless when a kid of about twelve yelled, "Yaahoo! Watch out!" He zoomed by at about twenty-five miles an hour, narrowly missing all the smooching wine drinkers. Trish said, "Let's take this as a good sign to head on back. I don't want anybody or anything getting broken before we all get to have some fun tonight." She surprised herself with her own daring. Everybody laughed.

Once back at the Chalet Tony set about building a nice roaring fire in the big stone hearth fireplace. Joey cranked up the hot tub making sure it hovered around a toasty one hundred degrees. Joan iced up a few bottles of champagne and prepared screwdriver fixings. Trish busied herself preparing assorted fresh fruit. She made sure there were plenty of big fat grapes and strawberries. Hopefully, later, these were to be included in a fantasy she had fostered for a long time.

The food and drink taken care of, now it was time for personal preparation and all in this frisky foursome retired to their private rooms for bodily adornment and some fresh hygiene. The guys didn't have to do much of course, so they just slapped on some Old Spice, put on fresh shirts, unbuttoned of course and some casual slacks but the ladies had planned on something special in order to ignite their cause. They'd been to Victoria's Secret for some shopping.

Trish had purchased a very nice black lace ensemble - bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. High heels, a sheer full body cape with a waste sash and a string of white pearls around her neck finished off the presentation. She decided to wear her hair up but loose with ornate comb. She chose to apply relatively light make up, just a little for her eyes and lips, a splash of perfume and she was ready. Joey who had been watching her prepare herself simply whistled. he hoped up from the bed yelled for Tony and they both bounded downstairs to await their fate. Trish grabbed her glass of champagne and headed over to Joan's room.

As Trish walked into the room she was astonished at the breathtaking beauty and sex appeal that Joan now exuded. Trish flopped down on the edge of the bed and watched as Joan applied the finishing touches of her make-up. Joan whispered, "Are you ready for this? I'm so fucking excited my knees are shaking." Trish said, "Me too. I'm worried I may spot my panties before I even get downstairs." They both laughed. From downstairs Tony yelled up, "Hey, what's going on up there? Don't you two get any ideas, we're a part of this too." The guys laughed as Joan and Trish both rolled their eyes. Trish blurted out, "Just keep your dick in your pants, have a screw driver, we're not finished yet!" Every one was laughing.

Meanwhile Tony put on some nice music; some Ottmar Lebert and Joey mixed them up a couple of strong screwdrivers with Absolute vodka. They settled in for what they hoped was a very short wait.

Joan was radiant in a dark blue silk and lace, low cut bra. She wore a tiny G-sting to match. Over the whole thing she wore a mini-cover up that was very sheer and see-through. She too wore high heels but her legs were bare. She topped off her look with a purple velvet choker with a small silver clasp. Her full, long hair was down in its full glory. Trish found her very stunning.

Joan raised her glass toward Trish and with a come hither gesture said, "Come over here for a toast, a toast to us and the blissful damage we're about to do to the men we love but most of all," as Trish met her in front of the mirror, "to us and our ultimate, sexy bods." Joan raised her glass toward the image of the two of them in the large mirror, "Whoops." She lost her balance in her high heels, but just a little. Trish caught her, they both laughed and then all of a sudden Joan grabbed Trish full on the shoulders and kissed her. Not just a girlish peck on the lips either, a kiss. Trish found this amazing; another women had never kissed her. She rolled her eyes toward the mirror and noticed she was not kissing Joan back. She noticed that Joan on the other hand was really into it. She noticed Joan's great body, her great, beautiful ass. Trish closed her eyes and kissed back.

"Hey, what the heck is the hold up, up there?" Joey and Tony chimed in unison. The kiss fell slowly apart and hand in hand the two women made their grand entrance down the carpeted staircase.

As they appeared about midway down the stairs Tony and Joey's jaws just about dropped off their faces. Trish smartly said, "Evening boys. Been waiting long?" They didn't say a thing. Joan did a little pirouette in front of the fireplace and Trish curtsied. The guys didn't say a thing; they just stared in complete amazement. Finally Tony took a long sip of his half-empty screwdriver and simply said, "Wow, you two are the most beautiful women I've ever seen." Joey piped in, "Like wise." Then he said, "Let me freshen up your champagne." He grabbed both their flutes and headed toward the kitchen area.

The fire shown bright and crackled as Joan and Trish took up flanking positions on either side of Tony. It was a huge over stuffed couch, easily big enough for five. As Joey fumbled to open a new bottle of champagne, not one of his strong points, he was oblivious to what was happening to his brother over on the couch. The women were finding Tony a bit shy. Probably because he had never had two beautiful women, outgoing women, highly sexually charged and in-charge women, so close to him before. He was nervous. They loved it. They began to rub his shoulders, chest and stomach in unison. Not really teasing him but relishing their power over the situation. Trish leaned forward and bit Tony's ear as Joan began to massage his thighs. Tony began to loosen up a bit, he turned toward Trish and kissed her full, inserting his tongue, just a bit, he was trying to turn the tables, he was now trying to tease them. Trish would have none of that, at least not yet, she bit him, just enough to back him up and say, "Huh?" With that Trish grabbed him full in the crotch and cupped his manhood in her hand. Joan knew what was happening and nearly simultaneously pulled Tony's shirt open and lightly raked his chest hair with her long nails. Joan bent her head down and began to lightly lick and bite his nipples. Trish started to unclasp his trousers. Tony gave up. He let his head fall back and his eyes close, he let out a very low moan of defeat. For all he was concerned they could do whatever they wanted to.

And that they did. To Trish's amazed delight she found something here-to-fore completely unique to her. Tony's dick was shaved. Not just the shaft either, his balls and anus were smooth as a babies behind. She thought, "Cool!" She couldn't keep her mouth off it. She went to work with voracious vigor, licking all over Tony's ass, balls and dick.

By the time Joey came back to the living room, things on the couch had gotten quite steamy. Trish watched out of the corner of her eye as Joey stopped in his tracks and watched her, now with Joey's big cock in her mouth, on her knees and still at Tony's side. She dipped her entire upper body up and down as Tony's cock slid in and out of her soft wet mouth. She relished his look of lust and she went even further in her show by beginning to masturbate herself with her free hand. Trish moaned with delight. Joan, still on the other side of Tony was kissing her husband in a super passionate and deep kiss. She too was masturbating herself with her right hand. As for Tony, he was lost, a goner. Joey dumb founded, was fascinated and sat on the nearby ottoman, his jaw remained open, his eyes big and round, he gulped down one of the drinks he'd brought over for the girls, set the glass down and began to rub his own crotch, right through his pants.

Trish, now riding a huge wave of unbridled lust and feminine power finally popped her head up and said, "Joan Tony's shaved dick tastes so damn good, we must share, your turn baby." And with that she leaned back into the couch, spread her legs wide, her right foot up on the back of the couch, her left on the floor and said, "Tony, pleasure me with that sweet mouth of yours." Trish pulled her panties far to the side allowing Tony full access. Tony obediently leaned into his ordered duty and started to lick and suck Trish's sweet thighs. Joan too dutifully took up a position so she could suck her husbands cock and rub his massive hairless balls with her free hand. All three were moaning randomly know, things were beginning to really cook. Joey now had his pants down and was stroking his cock, still preferring his voyeuristic stance.




Meet Joey Ch. 4



Tony, to Trish's great delight was very gently working her ever moistening pussy lips and carefully nudging her clit with his typical stud worthy Italian nose. With the grace of a dancer she swiftly striped off her panties to provide Tony unencumbered access to all of her most sensitive area. With Tony's new found oral freedom he began to occasionally dip his tongue into Trish as far as it would go, this sent chills up her spine and she arched her back and cooed gently trying to obtain more depth. She whispered, "Fuck me with you tongue," over and over as her passion rose toward the brink of no return.

Every now and then Trish glanced over toward her husband Joey who was now getting a bit envious of the attention his brother was receiving. Joey was getting hornier and hornier as he watched as Tony got his clean-shaven balls licked even cleaner by Joan. Joey's urge was to waddle over to the trio on his knees, replace Joan's hand with his mouth and continue to beat himself off but he withheld. In the back of his mind he knew his time would come.

Joan too was ascending toward orgasmic heights, heights that she had seldom reached before. Her eyes rolled back in her head, only slim slits of white appeared and disappeared. Her mouth slurping uncontrollably over the head of her husbands penis and three fingers of her left hand were buried up to her fist in her own very wet pussy, her G-string pulled wide to the side.

Trish found Tony to be a devilishly good pussy eater. She'd never before experienced anything like this. He began to slowly insert a finger inside of her, but continued to tongue her clit. He laid his tongue flat over her clit and pressed it firmly, rotating and jiggling his head slightly. With his one index finger, turned over and up, he located Trish's G-spot; he massaged the little pad with small, tight circles. Wow! Trish had never felt this before. She was a bit frightened and tried to back away. She whispered, "It's too much." Tony said, "Flow with it, give in to it, you won't believe it." She relented and tried to give into the waves of sexual physical pleasure she was now experiencing. She started to moan out loud but all of a sudden she felt like she had to piss and piss bad. "No way," she said in a husky voice and attempted to back away again. "I think I have to pee," she said. Tony said, "It always feels that way right before you go over the edge, relax, don't worry." She again gave it a try and leaned back while Tony gently rubbed her G-Spot. God it felt good. Why had she never felt this before? She thought the G-spot was some kind of myth. Before she knew it she was moaning again but still feeling like she had to pee. But it felt so good and she remembered Tony's reassuring words. She was beginning to loose all control. She glanced toward her husband Joey who stared in amazement. She said to him, "Baby it feels so good, I, I think I might cum all over the place." That's when Tony inserted another finger and applied a little more pressure and her head nearly exploded. Tony increased the pressure on both her G-spot and her clit. Joan flipped; she went over the edge, "Oh my God! Fuck! I can't believe it!" Her hips bucked and squirmed and to Joey's wide-eyed amazement he saw streams of clear liquid shooting from his wife's pussy. Trish was gushing! Tony bathed his face in the squirting love nectar, lapping as much as he could with his tongue but never relinquishing pressure on Trish's G-spot. Trish kept cumming, wave after wave and with that, spurt after spurt of her own fluids flew out of her, drenching the couch and Tony. She looked down and this turned her on even more. Tony put two more fingers inside her. She continued to cum, "Oh shit! Please! Ah! Uh! I can't take it! Don't stop! Oh fuck!" Finally, slowly, she began to calm down, it was sheer exhaustion, she simply couldn't cum anymore. Her knees were sporadically jerking in after orgasm spasms.

As she came to a panting, satisfied rest, she looked over at her husband Joey and smiled, she said, "Oh Joey that's so sweet." Joey had cum too, while stroking himself and watching his wife experience her huge G-spot orgasm. He shyly held forth his fist and penis, which were covered with white globs of semen. Hearing this Joan spun from her husband's cock and began to lick Joey clean. Joey groaned, finally getting some attention. Trish just smiled, Tony's head resting in her crotch, he gently kissed her inner thigh. She dreamed of what might yet be to come, in this weekend of sexual dreams.

The End - for now...