3 comments/ 6442 views/ 2 favorites Monica's Art Class Ch. 11 By: GriffyD_Boy Chapter Eleven It had been a long engagement. Three years had passed since Dennis proposed to Lenora. The two of them were back from their honeymoon and the art class had decided to have a dinner at Angel and Len's to welcome them back. As Monica and Shawn pulled up to the house they knew they were the last to arrive. As she parked the car, Monica noticed Shawn check his watch. "We're not late," he said. "It's been awhile since any of us have seen them," Monica said, shrugging her shoulders. "I guess we're all just excited." Shawn chuckled, it was a warm and comforting sound that Monica had come to cherish. She took off her seat belt, leaned over and hugged him. "What was that for?" he asked. "Just for being you," she said. As she exited the car she looked down at her hand and the engagement ring on her finger. It was still hard to believe that at forty she was finally going to get married. Her other hand went down to her belly where the other big news she had for their friends inside was now growing. Her life with Shawn was wonderful so far. He had graduated and had managed to get a well paying job in physiotherapy at a local hospital. He had always said that he wanted to help injured people to walk again and that was exactly what he was doing. Monica was still teaching art out of her house that was now Shawn's home as well as her's. Between the two of them they had enough money to live comfortable and raise a family. Monica mused about meeting Shawn's parents; a lovely couple who loved their son and who would undoubtedly love their grandchildren as well. They still had some worries about the age difference between Monica and Shawn, but their love and trust for their son led them to accept Monica as their future daughter despite this. "What's the smile for?" Shawn asked as he came around the car and offered her his arm. He was dressed in a grey suit with a white shirt and a black bow tie. "I was just thinking of us and the news we have for everyone," she answered. While keeping her one hand on her belly she took his arm with her other. They walked, arm in arm, smiling at each other, to the door. Just as Shawn was about to knock on the door it opened to reveal Angel. "Hi!" Angel cried out as she hugged Monica. She then quickly turned to face Shawn causing her red skirt to twirl. "Hello to you too!" she cried out in the same way she had to Monica as she gave him his own hug. Monica looked down at herself, suddenly not happy that her red summer dress matched the colour of Angel's skirt and blouse. She immediately chided herself for being petty and smiled back at Angel. Angel ushered them into the house and they both followed. Their host sashayed across the floor in front of them, her hips swinging from side to side. "Dinner isn't ready yet," she said without looking back, "but everyone is in the living room relaxing." Monica heard Shawn laugh beside her. "Angel, you just love to walk like that don't you?" Angel looked back over her shoulder at him, never once halting her movement forward or ceasing to swing her hips. "How on Earth could you tell?" she said with a huge grin. Monica joined in on Shawn's laughter at this point. The two of them followed Angel's swinging hips as she led them into the living room. Sitting on one of the two couches were Ellie and Mark, while the other was occupied by Dennis and Lenora; all four had drinks in their hands. Everyone's eyes turned to look at Monica and Shawn. Smiles and waves were exchanged as the two of them moved to the couch where Lenora and Dennis sat. The two newlyweds stood up to hug Monica and Shawn. "What drinks do you want?" Angel called from the doorway. "I'll have a rum and Coke," Shawn called back. Monica touched her belly again before responding. "Just water for me," she said. "No alcohol?" Angel said, her head tilting to the side with a puzzled look on her face. "I can't," Monica replied. Her hand was still on her belly, but was now moving in a very protective manner. Ellie was the first to respond. "Oh my God, you're pregnant!" she shouted as she leaped to her feet and dashed across the room. She threw her arms around Monica and Shawn in a big hug. Everybody else was soon surrounding Monica and Shawn to offer their congratulations. Angel dashed back to the doorway and shouted for Len to come to the living room. He arrived a short whole later wearing a white apron over a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Angel," he said with a tone of annoyance when he first entered the room, "you know I'm not presentable yet; I'm still cooking." His annoyance quickly disappeared when he heard the news. His arms were soon wrapped around Monica as he gave his own congratulations. He apologized for his appearance, explaining that he didn't want to spill anything on the good clothes he would be wearing for dinner while he was cooking. He then politely excused himself and made his way back to the kitchen. Angel disappeared through the doorway right behind Len and reappeared minutes later with the drinks Shawn and Monica had asked for. All present then settled in to converse and relax as they waited for dinner to start. About fifteen minutes later Len walked back into the room, this time dressed in a pair of brown dress pants with a blue shirt and a black tie. "Dinner is ready," he announced with a clap of his hands. When Monica entered the dinning room she gasped; Len had outdone himself. Sitting on the table was a feast of delicious looking vegetable dishes of all kinds. To the side of the table, on a serving cart, was a large fish that looked like it had been stuffed and baked. Monica was seated on one side of the table with Lenora and Ellie with Shawn, Dennis and Mark on the other side; each across the table from their significant other. Angel sat on one of the table's end, opposite the end with the serving cart. Len wheeled the cart around the table, serving each person their portion as he went. After he served everyone he took his own portion and seated himself at the other end of the table from Angel. "Everyone enjoy," he said with another clap of his hands. The rest of the dishes were passed around and everyone's plate was soon filled with food. The conversation around the table was pleasant, but there was an undertone of anticipation that built as the evening progressed. Considering what usually happened when this group got together, it was not hard for Monica to guess just what things were building to. After everyone had finished the main part of the meal, Len cleared the table before serving desert. Monica hummed with pleasure when she saw cherry cheesecake being served, a favourite of her's. "I love this," she said between bites, "cheesecake is such a passion of mine." "We know," Angel said with a mysterious smile. "Shawn told you didn't he," Monica asked as she looked at her fiancee with a smile. "Yes indeed, Shawn did tell us," Len said as he leaned back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head, a satisfied look on his face. "I needed to know." "Thank you," Monica said. She moved another bite of cheesecake to her mouth after saying this. "What Len meant was he needed the information in order to give the guest of honour her proper desert," Angel chuckled, the mysterious smile returning to her face. Monica nearly dropped her fork when she heard this. "I'm not the guest of honour," she stated, her mouth hanging open. "We're here to welcome back Dennis and Lenora," she continued as she looked from face to face at her friends around the table, her fork still hanging in the space between her mouth and her plate. "That's why we're here isn't it?" "Yes and no," came a reply from Shawn, "we're all happy to see them, but this week a special anniversary passed that we all wanted to celebrate." "There was an anniversary this week?" a now very confused Monica replied. Shawn leaned back and roared with laughter. "We have to be one of the most anti-stereotypical couples ever." His eyes, which were filled with humour, passed from friend to friend around the table before he continued. "I'm the one who remembers all of the anniversaries and Monica is the who who forgets them all. If you believe the stereotype, that should be the other way around." "I remembered the forth anniversary of the day we met," Monica said somewhat defensively even though she had to admit to herself that he was right. Once she said this she looked at her fork and finally moved it and her cheesecake to her mouth. Shawn got to his feet and walked around the table to Monica's chair. Once there he knelt down and kissed her cheek. With an amused smile and a twinkle in his eyes, he said to her, "That was last year and it was the same anniversary of the day we all met. That's what we're celebrating tonight. You've clearly forgotten this year." "Oh," Monica said, taking another bite of the cheesecake as she blushed. She waited until she had chewed the cake and swallowed before continuing. "Well OK, maybe I did." Shawn laughed, kissed her cheek again and returned to his seat. He spent the rest of his time, as he ate his own cheesecake, looking at Monica and grinning. Monica playfully stuck her tongue out at him just as she was about to pop the last piece of cheesecake into her mouth. After desert was finished Len began to once again clear the table. As he was doing this Angel ushered everyone into the living room. "Why the secrecy?" Monica asked once everybody had settled into their seats with their drinks. "Sorry," Shawn said, "it was my idea. I wanted to see the look of surprise on your beautiful face." "Well you've surprised me," Monica said, leaning forward, her eyes locked onto Shawn's. "What do you have planned for this guest of honour?" "Len will be your guide," Shawn replied with a chuckle. "You'll find out more once he's done in the kitchen and joins us." Monica leaned back into the couch and looked around at the faces surrounding her. Angel was sitting on the couch with Monica and Shawn. On the couch across the room sat Dennis, Lenora and Ellie, with Mark sitting on the armrest. They all had the same mysterious smiles on their faces. It could only mean that they had been planning this for awhile. Monica relaxed and absorbed the atmosphere of anticipation and excitement that was building. What it was building to she was no longer sure of, but she couldn't wait to find out. Time passed slowly for Monica. She did enjoy the conversations she had with everyone, but the wait to find out what was planned for her soon became agonizing. She found herself clock watching and continuously turned her gaze to see what time it was. Finally, Len entered the room. Monica looked at him, anticipating the unknown of what was to come. "Monica," Len said, addressing her as he rubbed his hands together, "you are tonight's guest of honour. Please step into the center of the room." Monica got to her feet and and stepped over to where Len was indicated she should stand. He stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. The room's two couches were on either side of her and she could see the smiling faces of everyone. They all looked like they were waiting for some cue to do something. The cue came when Len spoke next. "It is time to honour our guest." Everyone in the room got to their feet and surrounded Monica. Their hands were suddenly everywhere on her body, caressing and squeezing her flesh tenderly. The straps of her dress were lifted and then dropped over her shoulders. The dress itself was soon pooled on the floor around her feet, leaving her in a red, frilly bra with a matching pair of panties. In this state of dress she began to feel mouths join the hands, kissing and licking. A high level of heat was building between her legs as the hands removed her bra and panties. She stood naked, surrounded by her closest friends and lovers. The touching, the kissing and the licking continued for a few more minutes, the heat between her legs continuing to build as those minutes passed. Slowly, everyone began to retreat back to their seats with Shawn's touch being the last to leave her. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before backing up to his own seat on the couch. Monica stood there, shivering with need. "Put this on," Len said as he walked from behind Monica to stand in front of her. He was holding open one of the white life model robes from the guest bedroom at home. Monica slipped her arms into the sleeves and smiled as Len lifted the robe onto her shoulders. She wrapped it around her body and moaned as the fabric came in contact with her hard nipples. She could feel the juices already leaking from out of her pussy as she excitedly waited for what was next. One by one all six people on the couches got up, gave her a hug and left the room. Ellie was the last to leave. She giggled and waved at Monica as she made her way through the doorway. "See you soon," she said as she skipped out of the room. After Ellie disappeared from view Monica was left alone with Len. He sat on one of the couches and motioned for her to sit beside him. When she did he took her hand in his and looked her in the eyes. "This is a night in which we're all going to thank you," he began. "It's my turn first and I'd like to thank you for the changes I've seen in Angel, particularly in the past couple of years." "I knew what sort of woman Angel was when I first started dating her. I knew she wasn't the sort of woman I could ever expect absolute fidelity from. I did demand absolute honestly through and she's always given me that. I love her and while I could live with that compromise, I can't say that it was something that truly made me happy." Monica squeezed Len's hand with her own and covered it with her other hand. "I'm sorry Len, I didn't know." He covered both of their hands with his own and smiled. "It's alright because it's mostly stopped since your class get togethers started. Angel no longer goes out at night looking to pick up strange men. She sticks to sex only within our marriage and your group now. It's a fidelity of sorts and more than I could have expected even a few years ago." "You've been involved in your open marriage as well though," Monica said. "Yes and I'll admit to having some fun," he replied with a slight blush, "but I've never been one to go out and sleep outside my marriage with somebody Angel and I didn't know first. That was the thing I never liked Angel doing and the thing I could never convince her to stop." "But she has stopped now," Monica said. This was more a statement of fact than a question. "Yes, and that's thanks to you." Len hugged Monica after saying this. After the hug, Len tugged on Monica's arm, indicating that she should stand. She did so and followed him as he led her out of the living room and up the stairs to the second floor. At the top of the stairs were two doors leading to the master bedroom and the upstairs bathroom. Len led Monica past these doors and down the hallway. As they walked Len continued to speak. "In each of the three upstairs bedrooms your friends are waiting to show you their thanks and their love. The first pair, Ellie and Mark, were brought together through your class." Just as Len finished this last sentence the two of them stopped at the door to one of two upstairs spare bedrooms. As Monica stood in front of the door she thought of Len's words and wasn't sure she deserved the praise she was getting from him. She thought back to the first evening of this adventure, the evening when she posed for her students for the first time. A part of her had enjoyed the thrill of manipulating people into doing something; a thrill of control. She'd become a better person since then, thanks to her friends and lovers, but looking back, she didn't like the person she was then. "Monica?" Len's voice brought her back from her inner thoughts. He was standing in front of her waving a hand in front of her face. "Are you alright? You seemed lost in thought. I'm not boring you am I?" "No I'm fine," Monica replied. She placed a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "Your words just had me thinking about the recent past." "Very well milady," he responded, bowing and waving his hand at the door, "the first step of tonight's adventure awaits inside." Monica smiled and opened the door. Within the small bedroom, that had a brown theme to the bed, rug and walls, stood Ellie and Mark. Both wore robes identical to the one Monica wore. Ellie walked forward, grabbed Monica's hands and pulled her further into the room. Once through the doorway Monica looked back over her shoulder at Len. "Have fun," he said through the small remaining space between the frame and the door just before he closed it. She turned her attention back to Ellie who continued to pull her until the two of them reached the bed. Ellie then sat down and patted the mattress beside her. Monica took the hint and settled down onto the mattress where Ellie had indicated her to sit. Mark joined them, sitting next to Ellie, with both of them looking at Monica. While still holding Monica's hand, Ellie began to speak. Her face had a seriousness to it that Monica rarely saw. "I liked Mark for awhile; a real long while. I didn't do anything about it though because I was stuck in the thought that the man should make the first move. Then you and Angel began your plans and I knew I had to do something." "Your actions forced me to move and to make decisions; forced me to decide if Mark was more important to me than the social conventions that were holding me back. I became a stronger person because I questioned those conventions. Doing it once made it easier to do it again. I'm thankful to you for the strength your actions gave me." Mark got up and moved to sit so that Monica was now between him and Ellie. Monica turned her body to face him as he began to speak. "I've always been shy; really painfully shy at times, especially when it comes to girls I like." He briefly stopped, looked and Ellie and blushed before continuing. "Your actions made Ellie believe that she should make the first move in our relationship. Without you she wouldn't have done that and my shyness was preventing me from moving." "If you hadn't done what you did, I doubt either of us would have moved toward the other and we wouldn't be a couple today. We were both just teenagers when we started your class. Today we're adults, both of us in out early twenties and we're on a path together. The path was made possible by you and I thankful to you for it." "Good speech," came Ellie's voice from behind Monica. There was more than a hint of pride in the tone of her voice. "Thank you," Mark said. His smile lit up his entire face as he stood up and walked to the pile of his and Ellie's clothes in one of the room's corners. "There's just one more thing I have to do before we both show Monica just how grateful we are." He picked up his pants and retrieved something from his pocket. Looking over her shoulder, Monica received a shrug and a puzzled look from Ellie. Realizing that Ellie was just as much in the dark as she was Monica turned her head back to see what Mark was doing. He was moving back across the room, whatever he had retrieved from his pants was hidden in his balled up fist. "This seemed like an appropriate occasion to do this," he said as he knelt down on one knee in front of Ellie. He opened his fist, palm up, revealing a sparking, diamond engagement ring. "Will you be my wife Ellie?" Eyes wide, Ellie leaped to her feet and covered her mouth with both of her hands. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she shouted as she bounced up and down on the spot in excitement. As Monica watched Mark slip the ring onto Ellie's finger she thought of all the things that had changed for the two of them in the past few years. Mark's father had a heart attack about a year after the art class had become a group of lovers. Fortunately, Mark's father had prepared his son well and Mark was able to take the role of owner of the family florist business with very little difficulty. Ellie had moved in with Mark and the two of them helped each other to look after Mark's mother, who sadly still hadn't recovered mentally from her husband's sudden death. Ellie herself was now the head waitress at Len's restaurant. Monica's Art Class Ch. 11 Mark stood up and kissed Ellie. The two of them then turned to look at Monica. Mark had a happy grin on his face while Ellie had a sultry look of hunger. "It's time to share out joy with Monica," Ellie said as she sat down next to Monica and reached for Monica's robe. Mark sat down behind Monica and pulled the robe off her shoulders as Ellie untied it. Monica allowed them to remove the robe and soon sat naked between them. As soon as they took off their own robes their hands and mouths were on her. Mark kissed her back, concentrating on the space between her shoulder blades. His hands reached around her body to caress her breasts and tweak her nipples. Ellie was bent over kissing Monica's midriff while running her hands up and down Monica's legs. The sensations the two of them were giving her were indescribable. The heat between her legs, which had dissipated somewhat, was now coming back with a vengeance. She spread her legs, hoping that Ellie would take the hint and move her hands to where Monica wanted them to be. Ellie did take the hint and Monica soon felt her young friend's hand on her pussy. The fingers rubbed her clit before slipping between her labia. Monica moaned as two of the fingers slid inside her. The fingers pumped in and out for a few moments before slipping back out and rubbing Monica's clit again. Seconds after this they slid back between her labia and then into her pussy, beginning a pattern that had Monica falling onto her back on the mattress. There she writhed as waves of heat and pleasure rolled over her body. No longer having access to her back, Mark was now concentrating his kisses on Monica's breasts. He alternated between them licking in a circular pattern around the breast before taking the nipple in his mouth and gently sucking. Monica's moaning swiftly transformed into a cry as Ellie removed her hand from Monica's pussy and replaced it with her mouth. The heat coming from Monica's feminine core flared to an even hotter degree as her legs almost involuntarily spread themselves further. Granted better access, Ellie's tongue speared in and out of Monica's pussy, occasionally breaking away from this task to give the clit a couple of flicks. Mark was still working his mouth on her breasts, but Monica realized that one of his hands was resting on her belly. He began to use it to caress the area around her navel. Gradually, these caresses moved lower, increasing the heat between Monica's legs even more. Her hips jumped when his fingers reached her clit. She didn't know how much time had passed as they continued their double attack on her body. It felt like and eternity, but there was no way of knowing. Her pussy was now leaking like a faucet and her body was covered in sweat. Finally she screamed out, "Please, just let Mark fuck me already!" "Switch!" Ellie called out. With that word Mark got down on his knees beside the bed while Ellie crawled up onto it. Mark grabbed Monica's hips and pulled her to him, lining up her pussy with his mouth. As Ellie's hands began a slow and sensual message of Monica's upper body, Mark lowered his mouth to her completely soaked hole . For the next few minutes moans were all that Monica could make come out of her mouth. After much effort, she was finally able to put a sentence together. "Please Ellie," she begged, "please let Mark fuck me." Ellie leaned down and whispered in Monica's ear, "Not yet, but don't worry, he will." It was then that Mark stuffed two fingers into Monica's snatch. He worked over her G-spot as he moved his fingers in and out. His efforts were rewarded a short time later as Monica screamed incoherently as her orgasm hit. She lay there on the bed for a minute or two as she recovered. Ellie and Marked used their hands to tenderly stroke her body as she did. When it became clear that she could continue, Ellie crawled up to the head of the bed and arranged a group of pillows against the headboard. She lay back, her head in the pillows and her legs spread. She beckoned Monica with her finger. "If you eat me out, Mark will fuck you from behind." Monica's pussy came roaring back to life with Ellie's words. The heat flowed from it to the rest of her body as she crawled, feline like, up to Ellie. She lowered her face until it was inches from Ellie's pussy. She softly blew on Ellie's clit, getting rewarded with Ellie's soft gasps. As she listened to the sound coming from Ellie, Monica raised her ass, wiggled her hips and spread her legs, signaling her desire to Mark. She didn't have to wait long. She soon felt his hands on her hips and the tip of his manhood at her entrance. As he slowly entered her, Monica grabbed Ellie's legs, forced them up into a V position and latched her mouth onto her young friend's pussy. Monica began to lick and suck for all she was worth. Over the course of the past few years, Mark had developed into a skilled and patient lover. He knew that he couldn't just shove himself in given the size of his manhood. As usual he pushed it forward a few inches at a time before withdrawing it and pushing forward a few more inches. The pleasure he gave as he did this was amazing. By the time he was fully sheathed inside her Monica had Ellie thrashing around in pleasure. Mark allowed Monica's pussy to fully adjust to his large girth before he began to pump with it. Just as he was beginning to very slowly increase his tempo, Ellie shrieked and her legs shook as she had her first orgasm of the night. Letting go of Ellie's pussy, Monica began to concentrate on the pleasure Mark's manhood was driving into her. The heat and electric shocks coming from between her legs grew greater with every thrust and she felt her juices running down her legs. She began to thrust her hips backward to match his movements. She felt his hand reach under her body to rub her clit The combination of his hand and his manhood soon had Monica on the verge of orgasm. Les than a minute later she screamed again as her body rushed over that edge. Just as Dennis promised, he and Shawn had given Mark advice on his level of control. It was another thing Mark had learned well in the past three years. His manhood continued to pump in and out of Monica's pussy as her first orgasm subsided and her second began to build. It wasn't long before she was rushing over the edge again. While in the middle of her orgasm she felt Mark pull out of her and felt his spunk as it spurted all over her behind. She came back to her senses not long after to find herself lying between Ellie and Mark. The two of them were smiling as they gently stroked her body with their hands again. She stretched her body and sat up. Ellie and Mark followed her as she got up out of the bed and to her feet. "Thank you," she said, hugging them both. She once again thought back to the person she was when she began the seduction of her class. She inwardly shuddered at the memory of the arrogance she showed in her conversation with Angel after that first night. The thought that she wasn't deserving of the praise she had received so far tonight came to her again. Ellie and Mark helped her get her robe back on and kissed her before she opened the door to leave. On the hallway wall opposite the door hung a mirror. Monica's face, reflected in the mirror, was one of a well fucked woman. Her hair was disheveled, her mascara was running and she had a telltale post coital smile. She looked further down the hallway to see Len sitting on a chair; he must have brought it up from downstairs. He held a paperback book with a blue cover open in one hand as he read it. The sound the door made as she closed it caught his attention and he looked up at her. He then set the book down on the floor beside the chair. "You look like you had a good time," he chuckled. "I think you might be right," she replied with a smile. With this exchange Len stood up and offered Monica his arm. She slid her arm into his and allowed him to lead her further down the hall. The door to the second spare bedroom was set into the opposite wall as that of the first. "Inside you will find Dennis and Lenora. You helped them overcome problems that could have proved damaging to their marriage had they been left unsaid." After making this statement, Len bowed and waved at the door in the same manner had had done for the other. As she opened the door Monica was once again flooded with memories of he conversation with Angel the first night of the seduction. She felt shame, particularly after the wonderful time she had just spent with Ellie and Mark, as she flashed back to telling Angel that Mark was just a pawn on the chessboard of the game they were playing. She put these thoughts to the back of her mind and smiled when she saw Dennis and Lenora, both of whom, like Ellie and Mark, wore robes identical to Monica's. The bedroom she now stood in was furnished similarly to the other spare bedroom. It had a blue theme to it instead of brown. For a second time that evening Len wished her a good time as he closed the door. With the door shut Dennis took Monica's hand and led her to the bed. Just like Ellie before him he patted the bed as he sat down on it, indicating where he wanted Monica to sit. The three of them sat on the bed and grinned at each other. "Why don't you go first Dennie," Lenora said. Still holding Monica's hands Dennis began to speak. "Before all of this I had one hell of a piece of emotional baggage from my past that I had never dealt with. Your actions forced all of that to the forefront where I had to deal with it whether I liked it or not. Thanks to you, and everyone else, there was a comfort level that allowed me to; I guess I can't say get over it, because it's something I'll never be fully over; but I have moved passed it. My relationship with my wife is also stronger and that's also thanks to you." After saying this Dennis stood up, kissed Monica on the top of her head and sat back down on the bed behind her. Lenora then scooted forward into the empty space vacated by Dennis and grabbed Monica's hands. Lenora looked straight into Monica's eyes and began her speech. "Dennie and I have known each other since we were kids. In all that time the love between us was slow to grow, but that slow growth made it strong. His secret involving his mother was big though and could have torn us apart even with that strength." "It had been a fantasy of mine for a long time to get involved with group sex. I shudder to think about what might have happened had our first attempt at trying it out been with a group of strangers. Dennie probably would have reacted the same way he did that first dinner here. I'm not sure he would have been able to open up under those circumstances the way he was able to with all of us. I want, and I need to thank you Monica. In the end, your actions saved and strengthened the relationship I have with my husband." Tears began to appear in Lenora's eyes as she spoke the last two sentences. She hugged Monica closely as tears of joy began to flow freely. Dennis slipped around behind Lenora and placed his hands on her shoulders He leaned forward and spoke directly into her ear in a tone filled with tenderness. "Hey, don't cry, you'll make me cry too and this is supposed to be a happy occasion." Lenora broke away from from her hug with Monica and turned her body to face her husband. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. The two of them pressed close together, their hands reaching between their bodies to loosen their robes. A cough from Monica caused them to break their embrace. Their heads whipped around to look at Monica, startled looks on their faces. "Aren't I supposed to be involved in this?" Monica laughed. "Absolutely," Dennis replied with a huge grin. Both he and Lenora stood up, their robes falling away from their naked bodies as they moved. They each took one of Monica's hands and pulled her to her feet. She offered no resistance as they moved close to her body on either side of her. She moaned as two mouths began to kiss the side of her neck and nibble her earlobes. Dennis untied her robe and Lenora pulled it open before they teamed up to lift it off her shoulders and drop it to the floor. Their hands now seemed to be everywhere, moving across her naked flesh, leaving lingering feelings of warmth wherever the went. Her pussy was beginning to flow again, the heat from it expanding in a familiar and exciting way. A hand was moving through her pubic hair. It felt muscular and Monica knew it had to be Dennis'. Her moan became a cry when he reached her clit. As he rubbed it a more feminine hand began to squeeze her left breast and play with the nipple. Dennis' hand moved away from her clit, down to her labia. It spent some time there, rubbing between them before two fingers were inserted into her pussy. Monica began to thrust her hips forward, trying to match the inward movements of Dennis' fingers. As she began to do this, Lenora's hand left her breast and touched her clit. Monica's cries became louder, the heat between her legs exploding in intensity as the two hands played with her pussy and clit. This intensity continued to grow and expand until her entire body seemed to be inflamed. Dennis' fingers stopped moving in and out. He began to use his entire had to quickly move back and forth, giving continuous stimulation to Monica's G-spot. This stimulation, combined with her already highly aroused state, brought about a shattering orgasm. Her whole body shook and she remained on her feet only due to Lenora and Dennis supporting her weight as they held her. In a dazed state she felt herself being lowered to the bed. She lay there, feeling Dennis and Lenora give her kisses all over her body as she recovered. After a few minutes she was able to turn her body to face Dennis. As she began to kiss Dennis' chest she felt Lenora kissing her back. This teasing of each other continued for some time. Eventually, Monica realized that she wanted more and pushed Dennis onto his back. She slid down his body until her face was right above his erect cock. She kissed the tip twice before taking him into her mouth. She began sucking him, bobbing her head up and down as she did. Looking up, she saw Lenora straddle his head and lower herself to his mouth. Lenora smiled at Monica, but soon threw her head back in pleasure as Dennis' tongue began to work her over. Monica decided to concentrate fully on Dennis' cock. She could hear Lenora's panting and gasping in the background as she increased the speed of her head bobs. Numerous times she released his cock from her mouth and ran her tongue up and down its length before taking it back between her lips. "Monica!" Dennis finally yelled. "I'm going to cum!" She released him one last time from her mouth when she heard him. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him until his cum spurted out of his tip. Seconds after she saw this she heard Lenora cry out. She looked up she saw Lenora's whole body shudder before falling off Dennis to the mattress beside him. Lenora lay on the covers quietly murmuring and sighing. About a minute later, Lenora spoke. Her voice was filled with laughter as she said, "Oh God Dennie, that was really good." Dennis chuckled in response before replying. "Thank you, and Monica was pretty good too." "I'm not done with the two of you yet," Monica grinned. After arranging the pillows around the headboard so that Lenora could relax among them, Monica positioned her body so that her head was between Lenora's legs. As she began to lick every inch of Lenora's pussy she wiggled her bottom and spread her legs as an invitation to Dennis. She had really enjoyed doing this with Ellie and Mark and now she wanted to do it with Dennis and Lenora. Eventually, Monica had Lenora thrashing around in response to her tongue. She continued to wiggle her butt as her mouth worked on Lenora's pussy. Monica felt the tip of Dennis' cock at the entrance to her pussy and she realized that he had finally recovered. Lenora's hips were thrusting up to meet her licks as Dennis plunged himself into Monica's pussy. Monica pushed two fingers into Lenora's pussy and began to thrust them in and out in tune with Dennis' thrusts of his cock into her own pussy. Soon all three of them were a writhing, sweaty mass of moans, gasps and grunts. The heat between Monica's legs became almost unbearable. Just seconds before she exploded in orgasm she heard Lenora scream her name as Lenora's juices began to cover her face. In the middle of her waves of pleasure she felt Dennis pull out of her and the sensation of his cum as it splashed over her back. The three of them lay together for a few minutes. They laughed among themselves as they recovered. When they could, they sat up and looked at each other with big smiles on their faces. Monica hugged Dennis before turning her body and giving Lenora the same treatment. She then got up out of the bed and retied her robe around her body. As she was making her way out of the room she waved at her two lovers still lying on the bed. They were waving back at her as she opened the door and stepped through. Beyond the door in the hallway Len was once again sitting on the chair reading his paperback. Like before he looked up from his book to see Monica when she closed the door. "You look like you had an even better time in there," he said, smiling as he set the book on the floor and picked up a water bottle that had been sitting next to the chair. "It was different, but similar," Monica chuckled, "not better though, but still very good." "I thought that you may need this after undertaking such vigorous activity," he said as he handed her the bottle. "It's just water, but you probably do need to replenish your fluids at this point." "Thank you," Monica said. She walked over to him, took the bottle from his hand and gulped the cold liquid down her throat. Len was right, she did need it. Len stood up and clapped his hands together. "One last room." "Lead the way." The two of them walked arm in arm back down the hallway, past the door behind which Ellie and Mark and been waiting for Monica. Back at the top of the stairs they stood before the door to the master bedroom. With the same bow and wave of his hand he had performed before the other doors, Len began to speak. "Our own two significant others await us on the other side beyond yon portal milady. Come let us join them and partake in their pleasure." Monica laughed at his flowery speech. "Why the fancy words?" "They seemed to fit the moment," he replied with a wink. Len laughed and bowed again as he opened the door for Monica. She walked through the door and looked to her left down the length of the large bedroom. At the far end, at the edge of the room's king size bed, an already naked Angel sat with her legs spread. Shawn was busy on his knees, his head between her legs. Through her partially closed eyes, Angel looked up at Monica and Len. "Sorry, we just couldn't wait." Beside Monica, Len sighed and laughed. "Why am I not surprised that you alone couldn't wait my dear wife." "I'm hardly alone," Angel replied, pointing down with her finger at Shawn. In response Shawn stopped eating Angel and looked over his shoulder at Monica and Len. "Sorry, but when Angel dropped her robe and spread her legs I couldn't help myself." "Shall we join them?" Len asked Monica as he helped her out of her robe. "I want to see you naked first," Monica said, her eyes moving up and down his body. He was soon naked and Monica marveled at his fitness as he playfully posed, flexing his muscles for her. He was one of the hairiest men she had ever know. Ellie had tried once to get him to shave his chest, but Angel nixed the idea, saying that she loved her bear of a man too much to loose him. Since he was her husband, Angel had won that particular argument. Monica's Art Class Ch. 11 With both of them no longer wearing a stitch of clothing they marched side by side toward the bed. As they neared, Angel put her hands on Shawn's shoulders and pushed him away from her pussy. "Sorry Shawn," she said with a sheepish look on her face, "but we need to make our speeches to Monica. It's what we're here for after all." "You're right," Shawn said with a nod. Like those in the other two rooms before her, Angel patted the mattress beside her to indicate where she wanted Monica to sit. When Monica complied, Angel sat facing her with Len behind her and Shawn behind Monica. Angel leaned back and relaxed into Len's chest as he wrapped his arms around her and Monica found herself doing the same with Shawn. The two couples remained like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying the presence of their partners. "We can't stay this way forever," Angel said, finally breaking the silence. "There is a reason we're all here." "Yes we are," came Shawn voice directly into Monica's ear. She felt his hot breath as he spoke and shivered with excitement. Without breaking contact with Len or changing positions within his arms, Angel stared directly into Monica's eyes. "Len probably already told you about his dislike for my habit of having sex with strangers. I know he hated it and I hated hurting him. I love Len, but there was a part of me I just couldn't deny that needed it. Since our class started to become a group of lovers that need has died off. This has made my bond with Len stronger and we have a better marriage for it. That's thanks to you Monica." More memories of the conversation that first night flooded into Monica's mind as she listened to Angel's words. She pulled Shawn's arms in tighter to her body, seeking comfort from the feelings of unworthiness she was experiencing. He kissed the top of her head and she was able to take strength from this and relax. Shawn shifted his body and Monica felt his chin come to rest on her shoulder. He began to speak directly into her ear. "I always felt that I had to prove myself. I always feared that people would only see me as just a jock; that they would fail to see the person I was beyond that. Since the first day of your class I have never had that fear around you or my fellow classmates. That environment was created by you and in that environment it was possible for me to fall in love with you. That's something I will always be thankful for." Monica snuggled in closer to Shawn and smiled. These word weren't praising her for happy side effects of her arrogance. Shawn's speech thanked her for things she felt she could actually be proud of. She didn't think she could love him any more at that moment. How was it that even with the smallest things he seemed to come through for her? She turned her body in his arms until they were face to face, their naked bodies sliding against each other as she spun. She looked deep into her eyes for a second or two before grabbing the sides of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. Shawn in turn pulled her in even closer to his. Monica moaned as she felt her breasts compress between their bodies. Slowly Shawn lowered Monica until her back was on the bed. He broke the connection between their mouths and lowered his head to her body. He began his kisses on her collarbone. From there he moved to her breasts, alternating from one to the other as Monica moaned. Turning her head to see what the other couple in the room were up to, Monica saw that Angel had her legs spread on the edge of the bed again. Like Shawn when Monica had first entered the room, Len was on his knees with his head between Angel's legs. Angel's head was thrown back and was slowly moving from side to side, showing the enjoyment she was taking from what Len was doing to her. As Monica watched Len please Angel she felt Shawn's hand on her stomach. He used his finger to play with her navel, getting a rare giggle out of her for his efforts. As soon as he had gotten that out of her his hand went for her pussy. He ran his fingers between her labia before plunging two fingers into her depths. She gasped and threw her head back as she spread her legs to allow him access, taking pleasure from the invasion of his fingers. She closed her eyes so that she could concentrate on the bliss he was giving her. She felt something flop on the bed beside her and opened her eyes. Angel was now on her back beside her, both of them lying crosswise across the bed. Angel's body was tightly arched, an open mouthed, wide eyed look on her face indicating that she was close to orgasm. Less than a minute later it hit her. Angel's eyes shut and her mouth open and closed wordlessly. Her body remained arched, but was otherwise still until she collapsed back onto the bed with a relaxed, blissful smile on her face. Having seen what Len had just given Angel, Monica decided that she wanted to give it to Shawn. She slid down her fiancee's body and onto her knees on the floor. She then reached up and began to tug on his his hips, telling him wordlessly that she wanted him on the edge of the bed. He understood and moved to where she wanted him to be. As soon as he was in position she lowered her head and engulfed him in her mouth. She slowly took him all the way in and held him there for a moment before raising her head back up. She flicked her tongue over the helmet of his cock while using her hand to stroke up and down his length. She then swirled her tongue over his tip before taking him back into her mouth. After leisurely alternating between these activities for a few minutes, she swallowed him fully and began to concentrate on bringing him to orgasm. Increasing the speed of her head bobs while caressing his scrotum, she realized that he was close. She released him from her mouth and jerked his shaft with her hand until he came. A sweaty Shawn slipped off the bed to sit on the floor beside Monica. He kissed her tenderly, running his hand up and down her back. A pair of moans reminded Monica that they weren't done yet. She took a peep to see what Angel and Len were up to. They were lying length wise on the bed in a sixty-nine position with Len on the bottom. Giving Shawn a peck on the lips and a smile, Monica climbed up onto the bed and crawled over to Angel and Len. She tapped Angel on the shoulder to get her attention. Angel released Len from her mouth, looked up at Monica and smiled. "Do you want to ride Len?" Angel asked. "Yes," Monica said with a huge grin. Angel rose up, back straight and pointed her finger at Len's cock, while maintaining contact between her husband's mouth and her pussy. Monica licked her lips and stared at Len's cock for a moment before swinging one of her legs over and straddling his body. She took a hold of his cock and guided it to the entrance of her body, She played with him for a few seconds, rotating her hips so that his tip moved back and forth over her entrance. When he began to push his hips upward, communicating his need, she decided to stop playing and dropped herself fully down onto him. She settled onto his hips, holding herself still, enjoying the pleasurable sensations that came from having him inside her. As she sat there she watched Angel ride his face. Angel's hands were flung up over her head as she rocked her hips back and forth on his tongue. Little pants and gasps came from her mouth as Len brought her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, her arms dropped, her head was thrown back and her body became still. Monica watched the slight shaking of Angel's legs, the usual telltale sign of her orgasm. Len's face was covered in Angel's juices as she rolled off of him and collapsed on her side beside him. Seeing this was Monica's cue to begin to move and she began to raise and lower her hips. She went slow at first, wanting to enjoy the feeling of Len sliding in and out of her, but gradually, she began to pick up the pace. Not wanting to be too energetic so early in her pregnancy, she held herself back somewhat. Eventually she wanted to feel a different angle. She leaned backward, placing her hands on Len's legs and began to rotate her hips on his cock. Len brought one of his hands forward and used it to rub her clit. As his hand worked over her and her hips moved, she felt the familiar pressure begin to build and she knew she was close. The heat radiating from the apex of her legs, which had remained at a slow boil for most of Monica's time in this room, was now at its highest level she had experienced this evening With one last rotation of her hips her orgasm hit. She froze in place, her whole body shuddering, as a loud singular moan escaped from her mouth. She collapsed to the side in a similar fashion to Angel's collapse off of Len's tongue. She lay there, watching as Angel used her mouth to finish Len off. She felt Shawn come along beside her and wrap his arms around her body. She snuggled into him, feeling the hardness of his cock between her butt cheeks. Eventually he turned her over onto her back. She eagerly moved as he wanted her to and spread her legs for him, welcoming him as he speared his cock inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his body and lifted her hips to meet him with every thrust. The heat between her legs returned quicker than it ever had before. The result was orgasm after orgasm in wave after wave. She begged Shawn to fuck her, screaming his name as she found herself in and unending loop of rapture. After one final orgasm Monica felt Shawn reach his peak. He cried out her name as his semen spurted out to fill her pussy. Monica recovered to find herself once again wrapped inside of Shawn's embrace. She turned her head just in time to see Angel reach another orgasm as she rode Len's cock. After Angel collapsed to the mattress once again, Len used his hand to bring about his own orgasm. All four of them lay together, enjoying the feeling that seemed to fill the room. This atmosphere was broken by a familiar giggle. Monica sat up and looked back the length of the room to where the doorway was. A naked Ellie stood by the still open door. Bedside her stood Lenora, Mark and Dennis, all of whom were just as naked as Ellie with Dennis' cock and Mark's manhood rock hard. As they all began to move toward the bed Monica held up her hand to put a hold on the evening's proceedings. She suddenly felt the need to voice the feelings she had been hiding all night. Everyone stopped and looked at her, their faces a mixture of puzzlement and concern. She sighed before she began. "You've all had such kind words for me this evening, but there a big part of me that doesn't feel like I deserved them." Words of disagreement suddenly filled the air and she waved a hand to bring a halt to them. When everyone was silent again she decided to continue. She sighed again before she spoke "When this began I wasn't the person I am today. I love all of you and who you've helped me become, but back then I really wasn't that nice of a person." "No, I have to disagree," Shawn stated. "You're a wonderful person and the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with." "Please Shawn," Monica replied, tenderly touching his cheek with her hand as she tried to fight back her tears, "please let me finish." "OK," he nodded, crossing his arms over his chest in a sign of displeasure that was equaled by the look on his face. An even bigger sigh escaped from Monica's mouth as she continued. "After that first night I posed for the class Angel and I talked about all of you. I shudder when I remember all of the things I said. I compared you all to pieces on a chessboard and talked about how I could move you all about." "When this began I thought I cared about all of you, but then I see my feelings for all of you as they are now and I look back at how I felt then. When I do that I have to admit that I didn't care about you as much as I thought I did. I cared about the fun I could have making you do what I wanted much more. I was a hedonistic, manipulative bitch." With these last words Monica felt tears form in her eyes and knew she was losing her battle against them. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her head to find Angel looking directly at her. "We both were," Angel said with a sad smile, "but neither of us is anymore. Isn't that something worth celebrating?" As Monica considered Angel's words Shawn moved forward to embrace her again. She felt his hot breath on her neck and sighed in pleasure. His arms wrapped around her renewed her fight with her tears. She brought her had up to her eyes and wiped them away. "It doesn't matter who you were back then," he said in a steady, but calm voice. "All that matters is who you are now and what has come out of your actions. We all love the woman you are today; me most of all. Your actions, no matter your motivations, have resulted in so much good. That's all worth celebrating." Monica felt his words and the feeling behind them seep into her very soul. She kissed Shawn, moaning passionately as she did. She pushed him onto his back and began to run her hands all over his naked body. As they began to make love, Monica could hear the sounds of her friends and lovers as they engaged in the same thing with each other. Shawn was right, they all were; she was a better person and that was all that should matter now. She moaned as she began to climb to levels of pleasure she had never reached before in the arms of the man she adored, surrounded by the sounds of love.