10 comments/ 37507 views/ 20 favorites Transcontinental Swap Ch. 01 By: Romantic1 My thanks to GermanDragon for his outstanding editing skills on this story and several others after they were posted. Any errors that remain are mine. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 01 Russ said, "One way to deal with this is to know -- just know -- that I am screwing around all the time, and I know you are too. Then, at least, we aren't wondering 'whether' it might be happening; we should know it's a sure thing. Second, we both need to develop a feeling that over time things will even out. So, if I have three nights of wild sex in a row and you don't, just know that your new stud of a boyfriend might take you down to Cape Cod for a long weekend and never let you out of bed ... and that same weekend, I'm in the office from dawn to late working on a proposal for some Chinese company we hope to have as a client. Over time, it'll even out. We need a sense of karma." I said, "I can live with that, at least for now. I do see how it'll become more real when we actually have a relationship with another couple and are doing things with them. You know I'm the academic -- everything looks great on paper, but human emotions and unpredictable situations arise to throw all those theoretical speculations out the window." We moved on down Russ' list. When he mentioned STDs, we agreed that we'd all get tested and then stay loyal to the foursome. If any of us ventured outside that, they would restrict their activities to use of condoms or go for a dry spell until they could get retested with a clean bill of health. I asked, "Russ, do you think one of us will have yet a further relationship outside of engaging another couple somehow?" He nodded, "Well, if we really have an open marriage, then the possibility is there. Maybe you go to some conference -- or I do -- or we just happen to run into an old friend, or who knows what. I can think of a million ways we might find someone we'd like to have a fling with. I've constantly had that switch turned off, and I know you have too, but now we've turned on the 'other options are available' switch. We're open to other people, and we invite them to be open with us." "I see what you mean. It's nothing planned, it just might happen." "Yeah, and I think that means both of us should start to carry some condoms in our travels -- like the boy scouts, 'always prepared.' We laughed, but both knew the recommendation had teeth to it. I'd pick up some the next day at the local pharmacy and split the box with Russ. The idea of living with the partners of our second couple seemed the best alternative, although that would signal to the neighbors some new situation between us. Nonetheless, being with each other at night would resolve our 'horniness' issue as well as the time of night problem which Russ and I had run into several times -- he had a late meeting, and I was long in bed asleep before he could talk. As for frequency, we both laughed, and said 'as much as possible, as often as possible.' The idea of making comparisons between each other and our mystery partner struck us as funny. I saw that the only thing that might upset us is if those comparisons were thrown in the other's face in a malicious way. They would be inevitable, but we could bask in the differences and enjoy them too. We laughed at all the possible comparisons: X's cock and Russ' cock; my tits and Y's tits; the feel and taste of different pussies; the amount of cum left behind; the amount of pussy juice squirted; and on and on. We were worked up, but laughing. The anticipation exercise was a good one because it put us on guard about how to handle them. Russ and I both agreed that in any situation, we should avoid putting each other on the spot by asking 'Is she or he better than I am' in some quality. We acknowledged there would be differences, some good and some less good, but we shouldn't dwell on them. I suggested that we frame an advertisement and put it in the 'right' newspapers or websites in each geographic area and see what materializes. We had fun making the ad, and in the end had about 175 words that seemed to get the message across. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 01 We galloped through hors d'oeuvres in the kitchen as I worked, and then dinner at our formal table, and then Dirk helped with a quick clean up and put away before we opted for some coffee and an after-dinner liqueur in the living room. I put several different liqueurs from our living room bar on the coffee table. Dirk asked, "What's your preference?" "I guess some Kahlua. It'll blend better with the coffee." I smiled warmly at Dirk as he poured a glass for me. Dirk moved to where I stood with the glass, but to my surprise he took a sip of my drink. He then moved into kiss me. I accepted the kiss without questioning the moment, but I did wonder what was happening. Only a few seconds into the kiss, I felt Dirk's tongue probing my lips. I opened to accept his French kiss, and then to my amazement and great arousal Dirk squirted the liqueur into my mouth while preserving the sexy, romantic, and seductive kiss. As our kiss ended, I whispered, "I bet you know exactly what you just did to me. I could feel that kiss in every erogenous zone of my body, particularly my pussy." Although Dirk looked a little guilty about the affect he had on me, I pulled him into another kiss and this time I ground my pelvis into his so there was no mistaking my inner feelings and their outer manifestation. Russ had been away almost two weeks. He'd be home next weekend, but here was Dirk, a surrogate husband who had just sent a lightning bolt of arousal through every pore of my body. Oh, if I hadn't agreed to wait, I'd be jumping all over this handsome man's bones. Dirk repeated our liquid kiss, and this time I really got into it with him. Time stood still, but my heart beat at a very rapid rate. I felt sexually excited and wanted this man, but I had to be measured in our steps according to Russ. As we kissed, I thought of how I felt some deeper emotions and connections with Dirk. Since I dealt with emotions and feelings in my work, I could quickly examine and categorize them. I felt -- we felt -- a spiritual connection and a physical connection with one another. We couldn't have the latter without the former; at least I knew I couldn't. After we made out and slowly finished my small glass of liqueur, I suggested, "Want to take a swim? Between the weather and the heater, the pool should be pretty nice for a dip to polish off the evening." Even as I made the invitation, I reached up and started to unbutton Dirk's white button-down shirt. Dirk said, "I left my swim trunks in the car." I kissed him and whispered, "You won't need those tonight. We're going skinny dipping." Dirk said, "I agreed with Jo ... that tonight I wouldn't ... you know, go all the way." I kissed him and said, "I have the same agreement with Russ. That doesn't mean we can't come pretty close to that boundary does it? We can save everything else for another night real soon. Russ felt that Jo should approve our joining, and that you should approve her doing something with him. He'll be home next weekend too." Dirk shook his head, and looked in awe as I pulled the casual top I'd been wearing over my head revealing the lacy bra I wore. His mouth dropped open even further when I shimmied out of my Bermuda shorts revealing the matching thong. "Come on, the pool's this way." Before we went outside, I pulled the rest of the clothes from Dirk's magnificent body and parked them on a hallway chair. I put the rest of my own clothing there too, feeling Dirk's eyes roam over my body as I seductively removed my bra and panties. When I looked at him and his erection, I had to resist the urge to rub my body all over his. I led us out the door to the pool. I needed to cool off. I was in sexual heat, and I knew cool water wouldn't necessarily do the job, but I thought it might at least help. I went to the edge and dove into the pool. As I surfaced, I heard the splash from Dirk's dive into the deep end. Dirk surfaced next to me and pulled me into his arms. I could feel his hard-on against my body. I squirmed around until I captured his shaft between my legs, tightening my thighs around the elongated rod of erotic skin. Dirk moaned. "If you do that, we won't keep our promises." I released him and floated away in the dim light. I said to him, "I wonder what our spouses are doing right now? Dinner? Making out? Fucking their brains out?" Dirk floated after me. About now, I expect they're having a romantic dinner by candlelight. There is the air of seduction throughout the house. They've made out a lot before dinner, and about now, knowing Jo, she wants Russ badly the same way I want you. I suspect they'll end up pleasing each other in some way other than intercourse. Will you allow me to pleasure you?" "What would you like?" "Sit on the edge of the pool." Dirk helped lift me to an edge near the house. As I sat on the edge, he spread my legs. He kissed up and down each thigh, and then ran his tongue up my dripping slit -- a pussy dripping from both pool water and sexual excitement. I jerked alert as he hit every nerve ending of delight he found. "Oh. If you do that, I know we won't keep our promises." To be continued Transcontinental Swap Ch. 02 My thanks to GermanDragon for his outstanding editing skills on this story and several others after they were posted. Any errors that remain are mine. * Transcontinental Swap Ch. 02 I commented, "I read some great stories about polyamorous relationships written by a guy named Romantic1 on Literotica.com. He made me want to be in a situation like that ... and, now, I guess I am in a way, although the four of us probably won't be in the same place very often." Russ wisely counseled, "Plus, we're just at the start of building an affectionate set of relationships. Everything looks pretty rosy right now, and that's part of the New Relationship Energy, but let's see how things mature over the next couple of months." I said, "Well, I know I love you. You're my go-to guy. There may be Dirk or others, but you are the love of my life, so if any of this starts to upset you or you want to stop, please don't let it get to a point where it spirals out of control. Say something up front." Russ said, "Oh, I will. Right now, I'm caught up in the excitement of having both a wife and a girlfriend, and my wife having a boyfriend and me. I don't think all the emotions have settled out, but they will over the next few months. Oh, and about what you said about stopping this if the bi-coastal pair of relationships doesn't feel right, the same goes for you. Don't hold back what you're feeling." He laughed, "Here I am preaching to a psychologist extraordinaire. I guess you know all this stuff." "It never hurts to be reminded, my Love." Transcontinental Swap Ch. 02 Russ said with a smile, "Bree, you'll fit right in with this unruly and sex-crazed group of people. We all have high IQs, did amazingly well in school, and now in our careers are way ahead of our cohort, just the way you seem to be." Bree nodded and mumbled, "That's good. I think my IQ is about 150." Dirk nodded and went back to the larger discussion; "My wife and I are in a similar situation. I'm not sure how we all connected, but we did. I chalk it up to synchronicity. We put out our needs to the Universe, and the spiritual forces moved in and created this linkage between us. I include you in that too, Bree." Bree nodded, "I think you may be right. I force myself to go out for a night on the town every few weeks, otherwise I work ALL the time. I've met people at some of the clubs around, but ... well, I've never been so turned on by anyone until Russ. It's his eyes, and the way he touched me. I felt his aura wrap around me with such a warm fuzzy feeling I wanted to be near him so I could feel more of it. Am I crazy?" Bree blushed and added, "I feel that with all of you now." I laughed, "That's why we're all here, and I hope you become a permanent fixture in our relationships." Dirk reached over and touched Bree's arm. "Bree, may I hold you too. I feel ..." "Yes, please hold me," Bree interrupted. She moved into Dirk's arms and pulled them around her, firmly placing each of his hands on her melons. She turned her head slighted and the two of them kissed, working their way up to a long French kiss. Russ pulled me to him, and started to kiss and massage my 'zones.' I was already sexually hot and horny, so it didn't take much to stoke me up to be ready to make love again. I leaned down and fellated Russ, tasting Bree's residual juices on his cock. I smiled up at Russ, as he became the consistency of titanium steel. When he reached his peak hardness, I allowed him to lay me back on the plush carpeting, and we started to fuck. Russ adopted a position where Bree and Dirk could both clearly see his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping pussy. Russ chortled, "Oh, dear. Sloppy seconds again." Dirk chuckled too, "Hey, what do you think I found over here." Bree actually giggled. I said, "Come on you guys, you know you love the idea of fucking a second partner within minutes of someone else. That's the greatest fantasy for many men, and here you get to enjoy it twice today with different women." Bree gasped, "I don't care which of you fucks me. You two men are spectacular in how you make love. You're peak experiences for me. I hope you won't mind me hanging around here a lot." She gasped again as Dirk took an unusually strong initial stroke into her cunt, "Oh, fuck, that's nice. Just keep fucking me." I whispered but all could hear, "Russ, I love you. I love doing this with you. I love that you loved Bree, and that you give me time with Dirk. I love that Bree is joining with us and I hope she stays." Russ said back to me, "I love you with my mind, body, and soul. This night and these acts of love and sex bond us together; they provide the interconnections of our spirits and souls. I love you in these dimensions, and I love you in the dimensions we do not know or understand. My spirit loves you and we acknowledge our common divinity." After a silence, punctuated only by the sound of our bodies moving together and our gasps of delight, Bree said, "What you just said ... that's beautiful ... and that's ... the way I feel ... about all of you ... right now." She leaned forward and kissed Dirk in a very tender way, but then she leaned over to the two of us and pulled Russ' face to down hers for a kiss, and then pulled me to her for a kiss. The kiss was electric, almost like jump-starting a car where a sudden jolt of energy moves from one to the other. Bree had some magic deep inside her that she'd just shared with me -- with all of us. To be continued. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 03 My thanks to GermanDragon for his outstanding editing skills on this story and several others after they were posted. Any errors that remain are mine. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 03 Jo said in a surprised tone, "You're not jealous?" "No. That's a learned response to situations where people feel a loss of some kind, damage to one's ego, possessiveness, anger, or insecurity. I feel none of those. Instead of a loss, I've gained an intimate relationship with not only my husband, but also with Dirk, Bree, and you. I feel support by all of you, so quite the opposite, I'm feeling not a bit of ego damage; everyone loves me. I'm not feeling possessive; I feel I want to share because whatever I'm sharing seems to come back to me tenfold over. Lastly, I'm not angry because not one of you has done something to me out of malice. Thus, I'm left with a choice as to whether to feel jealous or not. I choose not to, and instead extend my love to all of you, and maybe others I haven't even met yet." Russ asked, "So, what are you feeling?" I laughed. "I've never felt so excited and exhilarated in all my life. I hate to sleep because there's so much going on in my waking hours: things that I love; things that make me happy and that give me orgasms; and that make me feel loved beyond anything I could imagine. When I do sleep my dreams are wonderful and in Technicolor and involve sex. I feel the best I've ever felt in my life -- the happiest." I paused and looked across Russ' body at Jo's svelte form. "Jo, are you all right? What are you feeling?" Jo snuggled into Russ. "I feel strange, but in a good way. Two men love me, and that's a really heady experience. The sex has been mind blowing. Dirk was horny a lot of the time, but Russ is over the top. He's always ready and desirous of me. I love this feeling." She tickled his stomach so he jumped. "Feeling wanted is great. Russ knows I want him too -- both men do. I can't ever remember being so horny in my life: sex is on my mind all the time, and I mean 'all'. I guess that's why when my friend Sam -- for Samantha -- suggested I come to this swing party tomorrow night I jumped at the opportunity. I wanted to be sure it was all right with you though, but I didn't expect it'd be the weekend you were coming. This is so great that you'll be there too; it makes me feel better about going because I'll be sharing the experience with someone I really know." Jo leaned across Russ and kissed me, her breasts pushing against his chest. I toyed with one of her nipples. Jo eventually said, "Now it's my turn to please you." "Russ came inside me." "As I said, now it's my turn to please you." Jo came around between my legs, and the next I knew she had started doing really exciting and sexual things with her tongue, lips, and fingers. Except for an excursion to a little bistro for dinner, Jo, Russ, and I made love the rest of the day. I was sleepy from the time zone change and the flight, so I went to bed on the early side, leaving Russ and Jo to another round of lovemaking in Jo's family room. Russ had been showing threesome porn films on the television that he found on the Internet. The evening has been very arousing. I awoke early surrounded by lovely warm flesh. Russ was on one side of me, and Jo was on the other. Both slept soundly, so I drifted in and out of sleep for ninety minutes before I slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen to forage for breakfast and coffee. Jo found me a half hour later. Like me, she was nude. We went into an embrace and enjoyed the erotic feel of skin-on-skin, taking time to rub our breasts together, and to grind our hips against one another. After five minutes of this, we broke off. We had an evening planned that sounded like a lot of raw sex, so we thought we'd save at least some of our playfulness for the swing party. Russ showed up a few minutes later. He came and kissed me, and then Jo -- long, lingering kisses that showed his passion and caring for each of us. As he kissed us, his long love shaft hardened until it was an undeniable invitation for all of us to have sex. Jo smiled and said, "Well, just one in the morning should be OK. I mean, by tonight we'll all have recovered. Right?" With that, we went back to the bedroom. Russ lay down, I mounted his cock, and Jo sat on his face, dripping the remains of last night into his eager mouth. A few minutes later Jo and I changed places, and after that we changed around a lot. Many orgasms later, we were done for a while, and I again had Russ' cum leaking from my pussy, at least until Jo went down on me to suck it all away. Russ said, "I don't want to wait until tonight. I want to be making love to you two all day ... but I also want to go to the swing party tonight. I'm conflicted." Jo said, "Then why don't you practice the Tantric sex techniques Dirk and I have been trying to teach you. You don't need to ejaculate every orgasm, and when you hold it in you build up your stamina and endurance. You'll savor that skill tonight at the swing party because you'll be able to make love all night long, give a hundred orgasms, enjoy a hundred yourself, and then at the end of the night you can blast a gallon of your cum right here." Jo pointed to her wet pussy. To create a little sexual tension, Jo encouraged us to get dressed and then go with her to a restaurant near the University for lunch. We got back from lunch about one-thirty, and went right back to making love. This time, however, Jo kept reminding us about the various Tantric techniques she could remember: breathing, various positions, changing partners, coming to the 'edge' and then backing away, bringing the female to orgasm, use of erogenous zones, different ways to move and think when Russ' lingam was in my yoni. So we spent the afternoon making love -- deep true and meaningful love to each other. A greater bond between Jo and me evolved, between Jo and Russ, and between my husband and me. At the end of the afternoon, Jo and I were happy with the dozen or so orgasms we'd each had. Russ was happy with his fluidless releases and the way he'd brought love and pleasure to us. The affection we all felt for each other came at many levels -- mind, body, and spirit. I felt amazed at how Russ could inspire such feelings in Jo and me, and even that the act of physical love could invoke the spiritual. I felt we connected on so many levels, and I knew at times our minds were a single entity bursting with the highest form of love for each other. We cleaned up and dressed shortly before dinner. Jo served us hors d'oeuvres and wine, and then we went out to dinner. We laughed as we chose our meals, planning on carbohydrate loading so we each had exceptional stamina for the rest of the evening. After dinner, Jo directed us to a modern home in the hills west of San Jose. It took us almost an hour to get there. As we drove, Jo told us about a few of the people she'd been told might be at the party. Two of them worked with Jo at ITI, her company, and that was how she'd been invited, apparently after a woman named Samantha learned about her unique arrangement with her husband, Russ, and me. I guess we sounded like swingers, and that prompted the invitation. I had to admit that from the outside looking in, we did look like swingers who happened to swing with another couple three thousand miles away. Our host, Gordon, greeted us at the door, and gave Jo an exceptionally warm hug and kiss in welcome to his home. His wife, a beautiful Hispanic woman named Marie joined him in the welcome a second later. Marie wore a see-through top that revealed her pretty breasts that I guessed had been amplified with implants. They weren't garish, but they were too well shaped and sexy. Overall, Marie was sexy, and I could see Russ take an immediate interest in her. Gordon escorted us into the living room of the house where we were introduced to six other couples, most of whom were standing around snacking or drinking wine. Sam was one of the women, who introduced us to her husband. I found the diversity of the group interesting: mostly Caucasian, ages thirty (Russ and me) to mid-fifties, thin to chubby, married and single, and stylish to hippie dress. There were three more men than women at the house. Jo pulled us over to another couple that she knew from work, and we met Carol and Rick. Carol also worked for ITI. Larry and Sunita, a beautiful Indian woman in a sari, joined our circle. We talked about our jobs and hobbies. I brought the largest laugh to our conversational circle by announcing that my favorite hobby was sex. Everyone nodded in agreement. Gordon got the ball rolling about nine o'clock. With two small baskets of numbers -- one for men and one for women: draw a number and match it up with the person holding the same number of the opposite sex. The extra men would become part of a threesome with three of the lucky women. I went and kissed Russ. "You still all right with this?" He smiled and nodded. He whispered to me, "Have fun and enjoy this. Think of this as a new experience we'll have fond memories of later. Who knows, we might just like the lifestyle and continue. No judgments. No jealousy. This is a free pass for anything goes." We kissed, and as the basket with pink slips of paper came by I picked the number six on a small folded piece of paper. Russ ended up with the number four on a small blue piece of paper. As Russ announced his number and showed it to us, Sunita smiled and held out her piece of paper with a '4' clearly written on it. She looked very pleased, and for that matter Russ did too. Sunita was a beautiful Indian woman with long black hair down to her hips; she was thin, busty, and had an angelic face. Sunita and Russ followed two other couples down a set of stairs to a dimly lit basement playroom equipped with large exercise mats that had been covered with bed linens and pillows. Everything looked so pristine and new. A handsome older man named Adam Pointer found me with a matching number, and introduced himself. After a few minutes of introductory conversation he led me down to the playroom too. The two of us ended on a sofa that had been pushed against one wall. We overlooked the scene on the mats. I asked in a low voice, revealing my neophyte status, "What's protocol here? I've never been to one of these. Do we strip and fuck, or what?" Adam laughed, "Well, that over-simplifies things in my book. I personally enjoy some kissing and foreplay, if that's all right with you. We're consenting adults here, so we can negotiate your favorite act, fantasy, or secret desire." He smiled nicely at me. "I like to be eaten before getting down to the main event," I offered. Adam reached over and started to undo the buttons up the front of my summer dress. When most of them were open, I shrugged the dress off. My bra and sexy thong I'd brought for the occasion joined the dress on a chair next to the sofa. Adam quickly stripped from his clothes, revealing a solid erection that I knew would be pleasing me in a few minutes. He positioned me on the sofa, put my legs over his shoulders, and proved to me he understood a woman's anatomy and pleasure points. I guess I'd arrived with high expectations and poised to have a lot of orgasms, because that's what started happening about five minutes into Adam's exquisite assault on my pussy. I moaned and groaned, stiffened often as a climax erupted from deep within me. I know I flooded the sofa with my juices, and surely Adam's face and tongue. I returned the favor with a blowjob eventually, but Adam stopped me because he wanted to cum by fucking. I lay back on the sofa, and welcomed Adam to my quim. He was a talented lover, and knew some delightful moves that triggered more orgasms. I felt lucky to have drawn Adam as my first swing partner. I had split my time watching some of the others in the room immersed in foreplay or screwing away in various positions. Doggie and woman-on-top seemed to be the favorites. I particularly watched Russ and Sunita as she rode his long cock with a blissful look on her face. Her dark skin, full breasts, and dark areolas and nipples contrasted to the other women in the room who look pale by comparison. She bounced wildly on Russ' cock, trying to milk the cum from his body. I turned my attention back to Adam, and we completed our friendly fuck with a pair of well-synchronized orgasms. After a minute or so of after glow, we separated. He pulled off the condom and tied it closed, and I cleaned his cock, even bringing him back to a partially ready state for his next partner. I whispered to Adam, "What now? Are we partners for the night?" "Oh, no. Just wait here. One of the other men will claim you, or you can claim one of them. Feel free to do what you like. If you want a respite, there's a Jacuzzi on Gordon's back deck. I know it'll be full of people later, but for now it'll be empty -- too early in the evening, if you know what I mean." I spotted another handsome older man and made eye contact with him. We nodded at each other, and I knew I had my next partner. Adam went off, and Sean arrived. We introduced ourselves with names and some deep kisses. Sean kissed me all over, from my littlest toe to the top of my head. He paused and delivered a few oral delights around my pussy and breasts. Sean had long fingers, and he understood how to find not only a woman's G-spot but also her A-spot. As he stimulated the latter, I flooded my cunt again with my warm juices. He patted my clit wildly with his other hand, and I started to squirt off juices almost like pee as an orgasm washed over me. Properly awash with lubrication, he delivered a G-spot orgasm, and then started to fuck me. Sean liked to fuck very slowly or very fast and hard, and I was getting off on both speeds. When fast, his body was a blur and our bodies slapped together at a rapid rate. When slow, he would sit back and massage my clit. I kept cumming. Sean eventually came too, and then he held me in a romantic way as he kissed me some more. As we sat on the sofa watching the rest of the group, I marveled at the stamina and recovery time of some of the men. Most of them were still going strong. I said to Sean, "I want an exciting threesome. Who should I pick?" I felt Sean chuckle as he spooned behind me. He said, "Paul, the dark haired man with the blond in the corner, and Lee, the Chinese-American man just finishing up with our hostess. I've seen them in action as a team. If you want exciting, they'll give it to you." I thanked Sean, and then worked my way across the tangled bodies on the mats to Paul. "Are you spoken for in the next round? I'm trying to put together a threesome. Want to play?" Paul gave me a big smile. "Who's the third party? Your husband?" I laughed, "No, nothing so mundane. He'll have me later. I was thinking of Lee if he's willing." Paul smiled and said, "Good choice. Let me finish with Deb here, and then I'll join you. I'll need a bit of a rest, maybe a dip in the hot tub." I thanked Deb for allowing the interruption, and repeated the process with Lee who lay exhausted and panting heavily next to an equally strung out Marie. I lay down beside him and pulled his face so I could kiss him. It didn't take too much convincing. Like Paul, he requested a bit of a break to recover his mojo. Paul, Lee, Marie, Deb, Sean, and I went out to the hot tub a few minutes later. Russ and a pretty woman named Nancy also squeezed in. The conversation was funny and ribald, with lots of teasing and flirting between combinations that had yet to occur. During the cross talk in the large tub, I heard Russ agree to couple up with Marie in the next round. After about twenty minutes, Lee, Paul, and I got out, found some towels, and dried off. As we started to walk back inside, Lee spotted a large chaise lounge, easily large enough for a threesome romp. "Hey, you wanna do this outside? Although the temperature is on the cool side, I know we'll all be heated up in no time at all." I went and lay down on chaise and patted the two open spaces on either side of me. We were fairly close to the hot tub, and so the three of us started to put on a little sex show for those in the tub, including my husband. Since I'd had the threesome with Dirk and Russ a couple of weeks earlier, I also had developed some preferences and had a sense of what might be a good sex show for the others. Our kissing became French kissing with a lot of tongue in the open air as I gave hand jobs to the two men. French kissing became oral sex on cocks and cunt. Oral sex became vaginal penetration to excite further, and then the serious fucking started with a constant change of partner as to who was in my pussy or my mouth. That went on until I suggested that someone find some lube so they could add my ass to the mix. Marie appeared only a minute later with just the right thing. I was twisted, spit roasted, and double penetrated over the next forty minutes. More and more people came outside for the show; apparently word had spread to those on the mats that we were worth watching. Some grabbed dry towels to put around their bodies to ward off the chill of the air. Pretty soon, I think everyone was outside watching me 'get it' from all sides. I'd become a moaning, groaning, fucking machine that couldn't get enough cock in any portal. Russ did join the mix at one point, making me 'air tight' when Lee and Paul were in my cunt and ass, respectively. Everyone applauded the triple play when we broke apart. Jo came over too, French kissing me and twisting my tits, with such passion that I climaxed just because of her efforts. That climax, plus the fine work of the men pushed me into the zone where my head became so scrambled because I was having one long continuous orgasm from head to toes, and my cunt was continuously convulsing in pleasure. Finally, the guys and I agreed that a bukkake would be a suitable ending for our show. We kept fucking in a DP until Paul announced he was close. At that point we pulled apart, I knelt on the patio between Lee and Paul, and Paul promptly painted my face, neck, and tits with splashes of white jism that erupted from his cock with great force. Lee repeated the process less than a minute later, aided I suspect by the dirty talk I provided for him. I was drenched in cum from the two men. I sucked down their cocks, taking both simultaneously as I got the last residue of their climaxes in my clean up effort. The others at the party applauded and cheered as the men helped me to my feet. We took a bow to shouts of 'Encore,' and 'More, more.' We used an outdoor shower to wash off the body fluids and sweat we'd developed, me especially, but I had lots of help and plenty of kisses to ease the process. We went inside after drying off, and sat around naked in the living room having a glass of wine. There was still a lot of moaning and groaning coming from the downstairs play area. Russ and Jo found our group. Jo suggested we leave since we had an hour's drive home and it was past midnight. We found Marie riding Sean bareback, and gave our thanks and appreciation for their hospitality. Gordon was across the room hammering into Sam's tight quim to her obvious delight. He just grunted out, "See ya." We dressed and left. Russ drove. I held Jo in my arms, and we dozed in the backseat. At home, the three of us crawled into Jo's bed and were asleep fairly soon. I woke up early, probably because I was still running on east coast time. I made coffee, and had breakfast. Jo and Russ came down about an hour-and-a-half later. Russ asked, "So, how did you ladies feel about last night? Everything OK inside your heads?" He had a knack of asking profound questions, and I was the psychologist and should have been doing the asking. I ventured, "That was the first time I'd had indiscriminate sex, so to speak. I'd fucked two guys previous to last night -- you and Dirk. As of last night, I tripled that with Lee, Paul, Sean, and Adam." I glowed with pride at my accomplishment. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 03 Jo said, "I did too. I had a threesome too, although, like you, Dirk and Russ had done a good job of preparing me for what happened." I said, "Russ, when I first saw you start to fuck Sunita, I got a pang of jealousy in my gut; a strange feeling given that Adam was cock deep inside me. It felt peculiar, like I could see the jealous feeling from a distance and control its intensity. I even remember thinking about it like the volume control on a radio, and I reached over and turned the volume all the way down until the feeling went away." Russ said, "Do you feel that way about Jo and me?" "No. That's different. I know Jo ... and Dirk. I know she's not out to win you away from me." I grinned and added with a chuckle, "Besides I'll hold her husband hostage on the east coast if she steps out of line." Jo laughed and said, "There are days when that might be a great idea." Russ said, "Just so you know, I also felt a few pangs of something ... I hesitate to call it jealousy because it wasn't that intense. Maybe discomfort or ... I know, it was insecurity that after you'd fucked those other men that I wouldn't measure up in some way, that you'd find my lovemaking skills, techniques, and equipment lacking in some major way." Jo and I spoke simultaneously with roughly the same message, "Well, you can forget all that. Your equipment is fine, and we both worship your junk at the sacred sexual altar of life. You have more technique and skills than the rest of the men at that party last night put together. Hurry up and let's eat, so we can get back to putting those skills, techniques, and equipment to better use than sitting around being idle." I could tell Russ genuinely felt better. I recalled the ten thousand times my mother told me, 'The male ego is a very fragile thing.' Jo hit the nail on the head a little harder as she spooned out some scrambled eggs for us. "Well, we fit in well with that group, at least I felt we did; you especially Julie. The key question is, we're going to be asked to come back as regulars. Should we go? And Julie, if you don't want us to go, we won't. I could go either way, although it was fun and there were a few men there I didn't get to fuck who looked interesting." I thought about it. Russ and Jo both seemed to have fun. The attachments that were made were purely friendly. I didn't think anyone was out to harm anybody. The sex was pleasurable and entertaining, and I liked being fawned over by a group of men; I could tell Jo did too. The whole party was oriented to sex, and not much else. Everyone knew why they were there, and nobody's nose got out of joint about anything." I said, "I think you should go. If you think the way I do, this is an opportunity while you're young to sow some wild oats. I liked the people, and they were all friendly and not threatening in anyway. Go with an open mind. Try lots of things. Learn, and bring what you learn back to try on me." I grinned. Jo raised the prospect of finding something like the swing party on the east coast near our Dillon home. Russ went online and found a number of private clubs listed. We speculated that the short list of open clubs only hinted at the real number of groups available to an insider. I made a mental note to keep my ears open when I got home about opportunities like the swing group. Russ, Jo, and I did have a leisurely Sunday heavily laden with sex. We were going strong at lunch, and tired and sore by dinner. After dinner, Russ drove me to SFO, and I caught the red eye for Boston. I took an Ambien and zonked right out for the entire trip. I went straight to work at the University after my early arrival. To be continued Transcontinental Swap Ch. 04 My thanks to GermanDragon for his outstanding editing skills on this story and several others after they were posted. Any errors that remain are mine. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 04 Transcontinental Swap Ch. 04 Besides being tall, he obviously was self-assured and in shape. I had the feeling I'd find six pack abs under the crew neck sweater he wore. I asked, "Do you have a comfortable place where we could talk about the course material?" He smiled knowingly, "Well, I have an apartment off Church Street about a ten minute walk that way." He gestured towards the northwest. I checked my watch, "Well, I have a couple of hours before I have to catch my ride, is this a good time for you?" Fifteen minutes later, Frank kissed me as he undid the top button on my blouse, and then the next, and the next. Twenty minutes later, he had his face plastered against my pussy demonstrating that he knew exactly how to please a woman with fingers, lips, and tongue. Thirty minutes later, he had his cock buried to the hilt inside my gushing cunt. He also knew how to please a woman while fucking. Forty-five minutes later, he blasted a gallon of cum into my cunt as I groaned loudly announcing my own climax. He collapsed a top me, showering me with kisses, and then rolled us to our sides so we could remain coupled. Frank said, "You are fabulous." I stroked his cheek and gave him butterfly kisses around his face; "You're not too bad yourself. I'm really glad you thought to request this personal 'counseling' session." We both laughed, an act that made his cock start to slide out of my pussy. "Ooops, maybe we shouldn't laugh." Frank leaned in and kissed me, "Is this a one off or will you be willing to get together again -- frequently, I hope?" I teased, "Oh, I can see we barely scratched the surface on your personal problems. You're going to need lots of counseling. I think we should set up a steady schedule." Frank smiled. Suddenly, he frowned, "You're not married are you?" "I am, and we have an open relationship. Is that OK?" He said, "It is, just so long as I don't upset any apple carts in your life, or in some body else's life." I responded, "I'll tell him about it tonight to be sure he's OK, but I'm certain he won't mind." To be continued Transcontinental Swap Ch. 05 My thanks to GermanDragon for his outstanding editing skills on this story and several others after they were posted. Any errors that remain are mine. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 05 I think I'd heard my mother use the 'F' word three other times in my life. My mouth had dropped open. It dropped further that she had read the noontime situation so accurately. I stammered out, "Yes, we did. He made me feel really good. He usually does." Mom asked, "Everyday?" "Except Wednesdays until the end of the semester. He has a noontime seminar that just started with outsider guests talking about computer graphics. That's the field that Frank specializes in." "You and Frank been doing long lunches for a while." "Started at the beginning of the semester. He's a techy but is taking my basic psych class." "Nice." We rode along in silence for a long time, each of us mulling over the various parts of our conversations. I finally asked my mother, "When I was in Portland with Russ and Bree in November, you said that someday you'd tell me how you knew to give me advice about a multi-partner relationship -- remember, about being sure that everyone was on the same page all the time?" Mom glanced at me and I sensed some defensiveness and a barrier going up. She said, "I remember." I said, "And?" Later, I understood the long silence that took place; my mother was debating how and how much to tell me about what she did. Finally, she spoke, "Well, your father and I were in a long-term relationship with three other couples." I said softly, "So, you're swingers?" Mom said, "In a way, but we're in love. It's polyamory but we don't live together." "How long or is it over?" Mom chortled, "A little over thirty years." "YEARS?" My voice even cracked. Mom blushed as I looked at her. "Yes, years. Some of us were neighbors, and then a few others joined us. We even had a larger 'family' for a while. When a couple of us got pregnant we wanted to move in together and make a commune, but we took a vote and the idea got voted down. Basically, more of us wanted to raise kids in a traditional home than spend years trying to explain ourselves to outsiders." "So, it broke apart?" "A few of the group went off to live a traditional life style, but a dozen of us stayed together when we could. We didn't live together, but we visited back and forth and made time for each other. As you and your brother got older we curtailed things even more, but never completely. After you left home we rekindled things back to the old level. That's why we live near our friends up in Maine. We reestablished our life style." "WAIT," I practically shouted in the enclosed vehicle. "Is this with the Wilkinsons, the Parkers, and the Todds? Oh, and I can't remember the names of the others right now. And, holy cow, you all live in the same neighborhood now." My mother nodded. "We made the Parkers your god parents, but really all of them were." After another long silence, she added in a near whisper, "Besides, one of the men might be your father." "WHAT?" "Well, when we decided to have kids across the group, the women that wanted children -- me included -- stopped taking birth control precautions. Mostly, I was with your father, but I did make love with the other men ... and women too. We agreed to not say anything until the time was right. I think now is that time." "Whoa! You mean Jim Parker, George Wilkinson, or John Todd could be my father and not Daddy?" "Exactly. I'd prefer to say your biological father. Your Daddy is always your Daddy, at least I hope you'll continue to think of him that way. He has always loved you dearly, and you have never lacked for anything because of the other possibilities. If anything, we all overcompensated in paying attention to each other's children because of the possibility. You had a superb upbringing by him, more so than any other kid we knew about." Mom was right. Daddy had been exceptionally attentive and loving to me my entire life. He doted on me, and I felt more loved by him than any other kid felt loved by their father. Another thought struck me, "Holy Cow! You mean, I might have some half sisters or brothers -- the children of those three families -- that Dad might have sired?" "True, but we don't know, and actually it might be five other families given the time when I got pregnant and some of the other women got pregnant. We agreed that unless there was some major reason for it, we would never do paternity or DNA tests." "Hooooooly shhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiittttt." I said. My head had just been mind-fucked. I wanted to be angry, intrigued, surprised, amazed, awed, happy, and lots of other emotions all at the same time. I think my head just turned off for a bit. A long silence transpired in the car. As I got off the Interstate and started on secondary roads to the house, I decided to reveal the rest of my secret life instead of dealing with more of my parents -- or Mom and some mystery dad I barely knew. "Mom, I have a few things to share too." She nodded for me to continue. "Dirk, Bree, and I involve some other people in our relationship. There's Frank, who you met at lunch, his sister Rene, and another couple -- Joe and Steph; she works with me at the college. And another thing, we all get together as a group on weekends. Oh, and when I was out on the west coast, I went to swinger's party with Russ and Jo." I paused and added, "There, now we're even." My mother laughed and said, "I'll say!" Transcontinental Swap Ch. 05 I said, "Steph and Joe will come over about five o'clock for dinner and other fun activities. They had to go up to New Hampshire to see his parents for the day. Mom, they're quite excited to meet you ... and to enjoy your company for the evening." Frank chimed in, "I forgot to tell you Rene will be coming too, sometime this afternoon. She wanted in on the party when I told her what you had planned for the day ... and night. I didn't tell her about your mother being here." Angie asked, "Rene? You haven't mentioned her." Frank volunteered, "She's my sister." Angie's eyebrows raised. I explained, "Yes, they have a sexual relationship. She's beautiful too, as you'll see. If we're going to break a few rules, we may as well break all of them." Angie said, "In that case, we should get your father down here. He will be royally pissed that he missed this if we don't ask him." I said, "Call him. Tell him to haul ass down here." I had always had a thing for my father. Even into my teen and adult years, I loved to snuggle up with him on the sofa, and Dad encouraged it. We never did anything 'inappropriate,' but I had a yen to touch and be held by him. As Mom had spoken, I conjured up an image of what having sex with my father would be like, and it wasn't at all bad; in fact, it was highly erotic and loving. From the second I heard my mother suggest my father join us, my mind started doing flip-flops I was so excited. I forgot about everything else in the world except being intimate with him A minute later, I heard my mother on her cellphone saying to my father, "Well, if you want to make love to Julie for the first time, you'd better get your butt down to Dillon right now. She's interested and horny." I could imagine his response. I'd already heard her telling him about the others at the house and how she'd gotten 'involved' with everyone. Dad was thin but muscular, and despite being in his mid-fifties, he was still athletic, taking daily jogs, bicycling long distances, and swimming year around at an indoor pool. He used to have six-pack abs, but those faded over the years as his only concession to aging. He was also handsome, with increasing gray around his temples and that square jaw that I find irresistible in all men. Russ had the same square jaw look and would probably get salt and pepper hair like Daddy as he got to the same age. I wondered how age had affected my father's sexual endurance and recovery times. I guessed I'd get to find out later that day. I felt excited at the prospect. Mom pulled me aside after breakfast. "Honey, are you all right with all of this -- me and my sexual predilections? I dumped a lot on your plate yesterday, not that you didn't return the favor, but I can imagine it being a shock when you discover that your parents are sexual animals just like everyone else." I told her, "You did successfully shock me, I admit. I had thought at one point that you and Dad might be up to something with the Parkers, but I never thought it involved your whole crowd of friends. I sort of discounted there being sex involved too. It's sort of like I started to form the thought, but didn't complete the job." She said, "Well, don't get all over wrought by my behavior. Lord knows, I've been doing this kind of stuff since I was fourteen." "Fourteen!?" "Yeah, I got started kind of early. I met an 'older boy' and he showed me the ways of the world, and I loved the sex. He only lasted a few months, but he taught me a lot. After that, I really got into the game. For a while, I was initiating boy after boy into a life of sex and fulfillment; I think I did more than three-quarters of the guys in my high school class." I gasped, "My God, you really were a slut." Mom laughed, "And proud of it, too." She continued, "I continued into college, and that's where I discovered the joys of group sex and orgies. I adopted a fraternity or they adopted me, anyway they were my booty call. I was over there several times a day getting laid. We all loved it -- consenting adults and so forth. That's how I met your father. He became more to me than just another cock to get off on. We fell in love, and so forth." I ventured, "But you never stopped your ... slutty ... behavior?" "Correct. Once a slut, always a slut. Your Dad encouraged it too. If we were out in a bar or club, he'd challenge me to see how fast I could get laid or give a blowjob or do something sexual. He'd time me, and often he'd watch or stand guard so somebody I didn't choose wouldn't get involved, for instance, when I was getting fucked on the hood of a car in a bar's parking lot by some guy I picked up." "Mom! You're loading me up with all these mental images of you that conflict with the 'Wholesome Mom' image I had." She laughed, "Looks can be deceiving. All the women in our circle were, as you put it, Wholesome Moms; we cultivated that image, but shut the front door and we were the biggest group of sluts you'd ever hope to meet if you were a horny male. Honey, every woman has an inner slut; some just let it out more than others, but it's still in there." I suddenly recalled a trip my mother had made. "So when I was in high school and you and the other women in your circle of friends went to Las Vegas for a long weekend ...?" I grinned at my mother. Mom laughed, "It wasn't to gamble, although that was our cover story. No, we went to fuck anything we could find -- almost -- and to bring back sexy and erotic stories to all our menfolk. We actually got in a gangbang out there with over a dozen guys -- fabulous, absolutely fabulous. I think about twenty guys on that trip fucked me before we came home. I even joined the Mile High Club on the flight back to Boston with some nice businessman that sat next to me. Sarah Parker scored on the flight home too." I shook my head in disbelief. I asked, "And Dad?" "Oh, he was pretty busy too. He had a knack for scoring on the first try -- probably his good looks. Sometimes, we'd go to a club and split up to see what we could find, but that was years ago when we were more daring and horny. Terrible, I know, but we'd sometimes bring both our conquests home and make a night of it together in a foursome. You'd be away or sleeping over at someone else's house. We stopped this just after you graduated from college, we woke up to the risks we'd been taking." I speculated, "STDs?" "Yeah, once. I got crabs. Spent two weeks shampooing my pussy twice a day and washing everything I'd worn two weeks prior to my discovery in super hot water. Your Dad had to go through the regime too. That was years ago, matter of fact all of the indiscriminate sex I mentioned was years ago. We stopped when we hit forty for some reason. After that, we just stuck with our close friends. This is the first time since then that I've broken out of that circle of friends. This has been so much fun ... and it's not over yet." I needled her, "After being with you, do any of us need to get tested? I know we're all safe. We had to be for our swing parties -- before and after." "No. We've all been clean. I'll get tested when I get home just to ease the minds of the others in my group. Others have done likewise when they had an outside experience, but this is my first time in over a decade. That reminds me, for sure when you come up the next time, we'll have to involve you, Russ, Dirk, or any of this bunch you associate with in our playtime. I think you'd like them all ... in many ways." To be continued. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 06 My thanks to GermanDragon for his outstanding editing skills on this story and several others after they were posted. Any errors that remain are mine. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 06 Russ said, "I like that you have such a hot sister. She inspired me. I should mention that intelligent women turn me on, so she's a dream to meet and make love with. I should mention that we are instantly in love -- there's a connection we've made that transcends our just meeting, as though we've know each other and been lovers many times before." Rene cuddled back into Russ' side and looked back at her brother; she said, "I agree, and we made love too - no fucking - just love. He's so tender and caring, and this man understands foreplay like no one else I've ever met. He remembered everyone of my hot spots from our prior life together too. We have some real chemistry -- mind, body, and spirit -- and love." Rene looked over at me, "I hope I'm not overstepping any boundary saying that, but I do have that special feeling about your husband." I smiled encouragingly at Rene, "That's why we have these unusual relationships with each other. There are a thousand different ways for you to find someone to fuck, but only a few - like this group - that might inspire loving feelings between the participants. I think it's perfect that you and Russ found some deep connection. He inspires those feelings without working at it. I need to admit that I feel some chemistry with you too; you inspire people to think that way about you." Rene smiled in relief that I hadn't responded with jealousy or anger, or been miffed that she was falling for my husband. I made a mental note to talk to her about our extended family's philosophy about relationships: relationship spirituality, being able to love more than one person, compersion instead of jealousy, and seeing the beautiful colors and shades of gray in how people interact and love instead of throwing up barriers, boundaries, and black and white no trespass zones. Rene reached across Russ and pulled me into a kiss right in front of him. I cooperated fully. The kiss started out tender and at a simmer, but quickly escalated into a major firestorm of passion, love, and lust between us. I could feel my pussy clench up as the kiss unfolded, a sure sign of desire. Rene finally said, "Julie, I am feeling something very special with you too. I have since we met, but didn't know how to act on it. I ... I don't know how to say this, but I feel we were destined to meet and to be close friends ... even lovers." I kissed her softly on the lips, "Me too. It's a multi-dimensional spiritual connection; I've also felt it since we met. Let's talk about it when we're not about to start something. Now, I'm feeling we should really enjoy each other and get physically closer against this spiritual and loving backdrop." We kissed some more, and then Rene made her confession that explained a lot of her past behavior to me. "Julie, ... this is awkward for me, but ... well, I've never been with a woman ... sexually, I mean. It scares me. Being with you all was the first time I'd ever been in a sexual situation with another woman -- that threesome with your Dad, but even when Steph and I were with your father, one or the other of us would just watch while he made love to the other one of us." I kissed her tenderly, "No rush. No anxiety. No need to worry. You set the pace for whatever happens between us -- between you and any of us. We want to make you happy and full of joy, not give you worries or have you end up doing something that you'll regret later." Rene said, "Then, could just you and me go off alone for a little while ... to make love ... until I get used to being with you ... or one of the others in front of everyone." I held her hand to my bare breast, "Oh, Rene, of course. Do you want to go now?" She nodded enthusiastically. Frank smiled at the two of us as we rose from the sofa. He didn't need to say anything. The others were equally quiet, but I could feel their supportive vibes. I held Rene's hand as I led her to our bedroom. Once in our bedroom, Rene said, "I guess I know what men and women do to make love, but except for cunnilingus I don't' know what two women do to make love." I chortled, "Well, kissing and cunnilingus is a good start, and maybe that's all you need, but let me show you a few things if you'll allow me." After a lot of kisses, Rene lay back on the bed, and I moved between her legs. Soon, I had her writhing as I applied fingers and tongue to her pussy. After she was sufficiently worked up, I surprised her with an addition I made from my bedside drawer -- a combination dildo, vibrator, and rabbit. With her pussy gushing forth lubricating juices betraying her lust, I held the cock-like vibrator at her entrance, turned the device on, and then pushed in until the rabbit made contact with her clit. Rene rose about a foot off the bed in her surprise, and in the initial orgasm that the pulsing device helped deliver to her. "Ooooooooh fuck. Juuuuulieeeee, what are you doing to me?" "I'm showing you some of the ways two women can love each other. Using sex toys is a good way to play together. Do you like this?" "Oh, fuck, yes. That is ... a fabulous vibrator. Mine doesn't do some of those things." Rene gasped out the words as she built to another orgasm right behind her first. I kept the sex toy right against her clit as I twisted and turned the device inside her, but I knew there was something missing. I reached into the drawer and pulled out my magic G-spot vibrator. This was shaped differently and made exclusively to curve inside a woman's pussy right to where her little spot awaited attention. I pulled one vibrator out, and inserted the other inside Rene, carefully positioning the purple toy so it would massage exactly atop her G-spot. "OH, FUCK. JULIE!!" Rene's yell did nothing to forestall the sudden strike of her third orgasm -- one that hit like a lightning flash that lit up her entire body. I noticed that Rene had started to develop a sheen of perspiration all over -- a dampness not like sweat, but a sheen of sexual excitement and satisfaction. I held the purple toy against her G-spot and moved so I could kiss Rene. She grasped ahold of me and pulled me to her in certainly the most passionate kiss of the year. Before we were through, as our tongues danced together, Rene came again ... and then again. I pulled the toys away, and then went down on her so I could eat more of Rene's sweet tasting pussy, particularly now that she had flooded the area with her girl juices and cum. Adding fingers allowed me to bring her off another time. Finally, Rene pushed my head away. "Oh, Julie, you have to stop. I can't take it any more." After a few seconds, she said, "Plus, I want to see what you taste like. I've only gotten second-hand pussy juice, like from kissing Frank after he's been eating someone." I smiled, "Direct first-hand experience is the best way to get pussy juice." Rene struggled to sit up, "Well, then, let me get some first-hand experience." Rene had that mark of a neophyte as she started in on my pussy. Her moves were tentative, almost as though she was afraid she'd hurt me or that I'd break in some way. I told her to be a little rougher or more definite in her moves, and that helped. The more she got into her cunnilingus, the more I started to writhe and twist in pleasure. Rene added two fingers to my vagina, and that did it. I popped off a big orgasm almost immediately much to her amazement. As I floated down from that spike of pleasure, Rene asked, "Julie, did I really do that to you?" "Oh, yes, Darling, you sure did. Anytime you want to do what you just did to me, you just let me know and well set aside some special time for just the two of us. Now, don't tease me. Bring me a few more like that one." Rene got a happy look on her face and then lunged back into my pussy with her tongue extended. About a minute later, and much to my surprise, she thrust the G-spot toy into my quim. When I use it by myself, it takes me a few minutes to spike, but with somebody else applying the vibrator to one's most sensitive spot the result was near magic. I crested again into a huge cum, this time squirting girl juice from my cunt in an arc that subsequently covered Rene in my orgasmic fluid. "Oh, wow! You came. You came big time, and I made you do that." "Oh, Honey, you sure did. Come here and kiss me." Her face dripping in my effluent, Rene moved and kissed me. We licked and savored the fluids on her body as I explained about my squirting and what it meant. Rene had heard of the phenomena, but had never experienced it or seen it happen except in one porn film with an actress named Cytherea. We were both wiped out at that point. I pulled Rene up and we kissed for a while, and then I suggested that we join the others. I asked, "Should we shower beforehand?" Rene laughed, "I smell like you now. I want to show my brother. I want him to know I'm just as much a horndog as he is, and that I can bring you to orgasms too." I shifted around on the bed until I could stand up. I pulled her with me. "Then let's go back to the living room -- or rather the loving room, if my guess about what has been happening while we were in this bedroom is accurate." We walked into the living room to join the other naked bodies lying around panting from their recent sexual exertions. Joe, Frank, and Russ were spread out obviously spent from servicing the two women; in between the men Bree and Steph lay panting. Bree looked over at me, "Oh, Julie, I am going to be so sore tomorrow. I'm going to be walking funny and not want to sit down at all." I chortled, "DP?" She nodded. Steph said, "Me too. The three of them ganged up on the two of us ... well, at our invitation. I don't normally do that, but watching Bree get off was so inspiring, and I had to try it again." I suggested, "Well, you can stand while you're teaching, and you can always bring a pillow to work to sit on." Steph said, "Yeah, but I'll still be horny." Joe and Steph showered and dressed shortly after, as did Frank and Bree. We stood naked at our doorway kissing the four of them goodnight and goodbye. I knew I'd see Frank for my nooner the next day, and I wasn't walking funny nor did I have a sore ass, so I could savor my horniness. Bree would be back the next night; she had to be at work especially early so wanted to sleep in her Cambridge apartment. Rene, Russ, and I went to bed, but not before I coaxed one more love making session from my husband. The next morning he was up early, kissed Rene and me goodbye, and headed off to Logan Airport and the morning nonstop flight to San Francisco. Rene and I then had one of the nicest mornings I'd had in a long time. We made love for almost two hours -- deep, satisfying, soul-touching love full of words and actions that warmed my heart and body to its very core. Transcontinental Swap Ch. 06 Russ sighed and rolled his eyes, "Honey, we're trying to put a business deal together that involves all of us. Give us about an hour, and I think we'll have something to tell you that you might like. We've been working on this all day -- actually for weeks, and we're almost there. In the meantime, maybe you could order up some Chinese take out for all of us. Hank, Bert, I assume you'll stay for an informal dinner." The two men nodded, and smiled at me. It was the first sign of graciousness I'd had from the men since the front door opened when I let them inside. I looked most suspicious at all of them, and said, "OK, but come seven o'clock I want some answers as to what the growing mystery around here is all about, and I mean all about." I turned and left, allowing my backside to show my irritation at not getting immediate answers. I ordered dinner, met the deliveryman at my front door a half hour later to pay, and then set up a self-service buffet around the dining room table. I figured everyone could circle the table, take a little of whatever looked interesting, and then either go back outside to our picnic table or sit in the living room. I'd been watching the five of them from the kitchen window: Russ, Jo, Dirk, Hank, and Bert. There was a lot of arm waving, polite finger pointing, notes being taken on an iPad, and deep discussion. Sometimes, someone would obviously make a short telephone call. Dirk spent a long time with his cellphone to his ear or sitting on the table as a speaker phone. Hank and Bert initially seemed to be in a listening mode, but halfway through the hour they started to ask questions of the others. Just before I stuck my head out the door at seven o'clock, the telephone calls ended and the five of them stood and started to head inside. They all had smiles. As Jo came into the kitchen where I stood, she rushed forward and hugged me. She whispered, "Oh, Julie, this is so exciting and so good for all of us." Russ looked as though he'd won the Triple Crown in horse racing. I could tell he was ready to jump out of his skin he was so excited. Dirk looked exceptionally pleased, as did Hank and Bert. I knew something good was happening. I pointed out the dinner arrangements. Since the evening remained warm and the sun was still up, everyone opted for the backyard table. In ten minutes, the six of us were seated, three on each side of the table. Everyone had their plates full of the takeout dinner. I was at one end. I looked at Russ, down at the other end of the table, and said, "Well?" Hank sat opposite me and interrupted. He said, "Julie, let me tell you what we've put together, although I want you to know that most of this is your husband's fine work. I want to tell you because I also want to be open about knowing the motivations that started this -- the relationships the four of you share, and I applaud what you've done to keep your marriages in tact and to amplify the love you share. Bert is also aware of your transcontinental arrangement." Hank paused and looked around at the others to see if they wanted to add anything. He continued, "Basically, Dirk had a fabulous job at Google before he had to come east to rescue his father's business. Jo had a dream job with Innovative Technology Initiatives or ITI, and for the past year or so the likelihood of a promotion to head R&D for a very successful enterprise. Julie, you just made tenure at Harvard -- the most prestigious institution in the world, and Russ had the chance for a dream job on the west coast to open our operation there and give us a toehold in the Pacific Rim. You four discovered each other, I believe you added someone else named Bree to your group, and now you've all fallen in love and want to be together. Am I right so far?" We all nodded. Bert looked on in fascination at the concise summary. Hank said, "So Russ approached me about three weeks ago, I guess a little after Dirk discovered he'd sold his family's company. We kicked around a few ideas for how to get all of you back here, he went out and talked to Jo and the head of her company -- that's Bert here." "After kicking things around, we've decided to buy Bert's company, or perhaps it'd be more appropriate to say that he's willing to merge with us. He will remain on to head west coast operations of now a much larger company, integrating what Russ built with what he has in Silicon Valley. The businesses fold together very nicely. This will mean he will takeover responsibility for what Russ had been doing on the west coast, so that means Russ can come home." I started to smile and say something, but Hank held his hand up. "There's more. We've needed a head of R&D here on the east coast for the past four years. Russ didn't realize the magnitude of that need until recently. Jo is precisely the person we need for that job; she's got the technical background, the management skills, and the interpersonal skills to takeover our burgeoning R&D team and turn them into something great." Bert interrupted, "We've got a small R&D group on the west coast, but we've been fighting to get the group built up into something with a critical mass. That fight has been hard because of the cutthroat environment for good technical resources in Silicon Valley. We're small enough that we can't attract the top talent in the face of Google, Apple, and the other big guys out there. Back here, you've got well over two dozen top-rate technical schools starting with MIT, and you've got a graduating talent mix that is more likely to want to join this new operation back here than in the Valley." Hank said, "So, we're going to move the R&D operation mostly to the east coast under Jo, who will move here to run that operation. We will pay to move those west coast people that will come east for the new R&D group." My jaw had dropped open by this time; I could see the complexity of the deal they'd put together. Hank nodded for Dirk to continue. Dirk said, "I checked with Google, and my old job doing electric car algorithms and promotion is long gone. They're supportive, but there's nothing for me on the west coast." I looked sad, but I noticed that Russ and Jo were smiling. Dirk continued, "It turns out that Google has quite a growing operation in Cambridge, right near Bree, at Five Cambridge Center with several hundred people. Google Ventures -- their VC arm in Cambridge -- has also been acquiring nearby companies to add to the Google family, for instance they just acquired a local travel software company in Cambridge called ITA. Now that operation is OK, but some of the other acquisitions need some new management or ideas to help them pop into something bigger. So, Google has agreed to start Google Consultants, an internal operation that will provide consulting and management talent to these acquisitions to help them grow to the next level with a solid management team, product portfolio, and marketing approach." Hank added, "Dirk's background in turning his father's business around proved to us and to Google that he's the guy for the job. We're interested because we have a joint acquisition we made with Google that needs some help, and we've been looking for just the right guy to head a team to turn it around and make it profitable again." Jo proudly said, "And Dirk's that guy, plus the team of people he'll put together." Hank said, "So the only other loose end is what Russ will do when he comes back east. Well, two months ago we lost the executive vice president of our company to a venture capital firm down in Research Triangle Park. Russ is going to move into that EVP position and be the Number Two man in running TDI. Because of what he did on the west coast, he's proven he can not only run a business alone, but he can also build it from nothing into a major business entity. So, I'm ecstatic that he's accepted this new position and so is our Board of Directors who unanimously approved his taking the position and becoming a director of the company." Hank ended by saying, "So the four or five of you can all be together here in the Boston area." With that Hank took his bottle of beer and toasted Russ, Jo, and Dirk. Bert joined him. I was speechless. Just then Bree got home late. Looking as pert and beautiful as she always did when she got home from work, she came out onto the patio, smiled at everybody, and innocently asked, "Hi, anything interesting happening?"