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Turnaround Marriage Ch. 01

By: SteveWallace



These chapters taken together span the following genres on this site: erotic coupling, incest (heavy), group, romantic, lesbian, anal, mature, and loving wives (heavy dose). Because of the overall nature of my sister's autobiography, all chapters have been posted under Loving Wives, but know that the other stuff is there too.

I enticed my sister Sheri to tell how her family started to swing with mine, and how they broke out of their marriage malaise with a lot of incest and group sex play that expanded to include many people over the couple of years she writes about. Because I was part of it, I wrote my recounting about the start of their transition in Sisters, Friends and Lovers, Chapters 19 and 26 particularly. I got a lot of fan mail wanting to hear more about these relationships, particularly my time with my niece Lori, thus I asked Sheri to write up her description of events. Read Sheri's account and you'll get more details of our interaction (including daughter Lori and me), particularly at my wedding. Sheri asked that I publish it in a few readable chapters as I did for Sheila's memoir (see Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos, also published under my name by girlfriend Sheila's request). Here's Sheri's story. Regards, Steve 

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I had an itch, and my husband Doug wasn't doing much to scratch it despite my nagging and throwing myself at him.

After over twenty-two years of marriage, I'd finally woken up and realized I was unhappy about our relationship. Doug treated me as a personal servant and convenience, although I know he'd deny he ever felt that way. He took everything I did for granted. I did the laundry, shopping, cooking, and most of the interaction with our two children - Lori, 19, and Arthur or Ace, 18, all without a word of thanks or expression of appreciation. Hell, my kids were in great relationships with boyfriend and girlfriend respectively, and I felt certain they were getting more loving and appreciation in a day, including sex, than I got all year. I was a pretty, vital, vivacious, forty-three year old woman; didn't I deserve a little lovin'? I guess I needed more sex and attention than Doug did.

Lori was fashion model pretty: long brown hair with beautiful tones in it, a cute face with a happy smile most of the time, and a pleasing and resilient personality. Now that's not just a mother talking. One of the local photographers spotted her a couple of years earlier, and started to use her for some of the fashion ads he shot for a local department store. Of course, I went with her for all her photo shoots. Lori had a wide circle of best friends and hundreds of Facebook friends. She had a guy she'd gone steady with for almost two years. Lori was a sophomore at a local college studying business.

Ace is handsome and smart. Girls swoon over him, and I've had to tell more than one aggressive teenager to not call on our home phone line to try to get his attention. He is tall, athletic, square jawed, six-pack ripped, and has a kind personality with low ego needs, so he doesn't go around thumping his chest. If I were a high school girl or college freshman I give him my soul and my virginity to be his girlfriend. He had one girl he'd gone with for three years, and I figured at the rate they were going they'd eventually get married because they were so compatible. Ace had just started college in a nearby Chicago suburb.

I worked full time for an advertising agency in Chicago, a forty-five minute commute on a good day. Fortunately, I could do some of the work at home; so I avoided the rush hour commute as often as possible. I had mastered hyperbole, so I wrote a lot of the copy for our clients' radio, TV, Internet, and all other media. I was so good at my job I'd been elected the youngest partner in the growing firm.

Doug was a financial guy - brokerage, insurance, investments, estate planning and all that kind of stuff. He was always taking courses, and if he wanted he could have a string of initials indicating his credentials that would wrap around a business card six times. He is handsome, at least to me; wears glasses that make him look like the movie version of Clark Kent, and he'd be my Superman, if only he'd pay me some significant attention and fuck my brains out a couple of times a week. We were way below average and I found that more than frustrating. When we dated he was all over me several times a day, but over time ... well, you know.

I'd started what I guess was my mid-life crisis about a year earlier. I woke up to find myself pudgy, jaded and sometimes bitter in my feelings towards Doug, and thus we were slowly heading towards some rocks in our marriage. I went on a diet and changed our family's eating habits so we all lost weight and looked more healthy. I joined a gym and also started to do Yoga. It took a year but I lost almost thirty pounds. If I say so myself, I looked hot again. I started going to a spiritual center and increased my sensitivity to those around me and the spiritual skills I wanted to exemplify - things like compassion, love, forgiveness, and gratitude. I still have a long way to go on all fronts, but I mellowed somewhat on my feelings about my husband. I also realized I had to take the first move to fix things.

Consequently, I started to pay more attention to Doug. I figured if I ramped up how I interacted with him, he'd do the same for me. I was partly right, and I persevered. I tried to get him to go on date nights, but was only about thirty percent successful. I suggested we read books and discuss them together - a failure at best. I tried many times to seduce him, but again ended up feeling I was his convenience and not the love object I wanted to be. I made his favorite meals, arranged great social events that I knew he'd like, and a hundred other things to engage him more and to spice up our relationship. I gave him a 'D-' as a report card.

I talked to dozens of other women and even a couple of family and relationship therapists about what was going on. I accepted my own role in allowing things to get to where there were. I also felt vindicated in my feelings about Doug, but still had few ideas about how to move things out of the box we were in.

I had decided I needed some kind of confrontation with Doug, but I wanted him where he couldn't get away by going to his office or claiming he 'had' to do some project on our home, his usual excuses for not confronting things. 

Doug told me he had to go to Boston for two-days of meetings at Fidelity Investments. I announced that I was going with him, and we'd see a little of the city while we were there, and that we were staying over the weekend. At least he agreed to the company and the weekend without thinking much about it, nor with any excitement about spending time with me. Was I that hard to take? I'd find out that weekend.

Doug had a brother Steve (who was nice enough to post this memoire on Literotica for me). He's about six years younger than Doug and me, and lived in Cambridge, right next to Boston. We'd had an email from him informing us that he'd gotten engaged, so I also thought it would be nice if we dropped by to meet his fiancée and a potentially new family member while we were in Boston. To save money, a topic dear to Doug's heart, I hoped we might stay with them for the weekend nights. I left it to Doug to make those arrangements.

Briefly, we went to Boston and while Doug worked I did museums, played tourist, ate in quaint little restaurants, and enjoyed half a day at the hotel spa. Friday night, we decided to see Steve and his new fiancée. Doug had forgotten to call his brother, so when we arrived it was a complete surprise. Nonetheless, we were welcomed.

When we got there Steve wasn't due for another hour or so on a flight back from Denver. Doug and I had a somewhat awkward meeting with Steve's fiancée and her two sisters, who we learned lived with them. After observing the apartment, particularly the bedrooms, it was clear to us that they also slept together, and I assumed that meant that they also all had sex together. I felt sort of strange about that fact, even a little shocked at first.

Lest I freak out my husband, I hid my feelings, but after a few second thoughts, I liked the idea of one guy taking care of three women and felt it also was especially 'hot.' I assumed that Steve was more attentive than Doug; I figured that he must be to attract three beautiful women who could each have any man they set their sights on.

We didn't mention our conclusions about their intimate relationships until Steve got home. I guessed that Doug was scandalized by the foursome arrangement, but then I also knew that once in a while my husband had a sexy thought. Certainly when I checked his browser history on his computer I could see that he'd invested a few minutes on some porn sites or this Literotica site.

After the ice was broken and we were comfortable with each other, our conversation with Steve, Fran, Sheila, and Ally quickly turned to the living arrangements and lifestyle of the four of them, except I quickly discovered that even more men and women were involved. I felt pleasantly shocked and turned on at the same time. Doug just looked shocked. I was beginning to think about not going home and staying with Steve and his girls; maybe he'd accept me.

I learned in that discussion that Steve and the three sisters had gone to a Tantric Relationship Workshop for a long weekend and learned some great relationship and lovemaking techniques and philosophies. In my mind I heard 'Tantric Sex Workshop' and from then on I started to think about the uplifting intimacy a man and woman could share with such a mixed physical and spiritual approach to sex. I suddenly wanted that every day of my life.

The girls waxed eloquent about how Steve had learned how to make love for hours on end, cum repeatedly, recover quickly, plus how to give dozens of orgasms to his partner. Sheila called him a love machine; Ally, a sexual superman; and Fran, every woman's greatest dream. Steve was modest but I could tell they were underestimating what he could do making love to someone. More than that, however, was the deep and spiritual connection he made with his love partners. Oh, I was so needy for just this I also cried.

I was entranced and the more we talked the hornier I got. The last orgasm I'd had was that day after I jilled off alone in our hotel room after the morning in the spa. The one before that I couldn't remember because it had been so long. No wonder I felt horny.

Doug started to poo-poo the idea of the workshop and the relationship stuff, and I finally snapped. I bluntly told my husband in front of the others, "I'm NOT feeling loved. WE are going to go to one of these Tantric Sex Workshops, and WE are going to rejuvenate our relationship or else YOU'RE going to have to get off your ass and find yourself another woman. I'VE had it with your indifference, taking me for granted, and lack of passion." I groaned and had started pacing Steve's living room as I ranted. Doug's mouth dropped open. I realized I was sandbagging him, but I was finally at my wits end. This was the start of my confrontation.

I went on in a stern tone. I whirled and pointed at Doug, "I've felt more love in this apartment between Steve, Fran, Sheila, and Ally since we arrived than I've felt in the past year from you - maybe longer. It fills the air and it's so refreshing." I turned to Steve and on impulse asked, "Would you make love to me? Don't you think I'm attractive and deserving of male attention?"

As that question hung in the air, Ally sidled up closer to Doug. She teased, "If you're available, I'd love to have you make love to me. I like you. Will you, please? Huh?" Doug looked shocked at her bold request, and pissed at me. His head jerked around from Ally and her proposition, to my ultimatum and me. Ally put her hand down by Doug's thigh and started to seductively rub his leg getting close to his equipment. I almost laughed because I knew she was teasing him and trying to lighten the mood. That said, I thought she might be serious. She kissed his cheek.

Steve looked worried, and I could tell he didn't want to upset either his brother or me by how he responded to my request to make love. The look he gave me, however, proved to me that he thought I was desirable. My heart beat faster. Steve politely suggested that Doug and I iron out our own relationship first. I felt great that he'd left the door open for us to make love. I wanted Steve right then - I wanted that spiritual connection and lots of orgasms the other women had talked about, but I figured I'd have to wait, if I could get him at all. Steve then winked at me, and I knew he wanted me too. Oh, be still my heart.

I started to chastise myself for my sudden thoughts about sex outside my marriage, but I was feeling desperate. I wanted love and I felt such love from Steve. My shift in thinking just proved it to me. I wanted some BIG changes in my life. Tonight really was a turning point. My boss called times like these 'crunch time.' I thought I'd know by the end of the night, or the weekend anyhow, whether I'd stay married.

Doug balked at my seductive question to Steve, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. He autocratically informed me that we were taking a walk to sort out a few things. I loved it. This was the man I married, albeit at a young age. He acted decisively and obviously had concern for me and my thoughts and actions. Before that instant, I thought I could have fucked the entire Air Force in front of him and he wouldn't have noticed or cared. He pulled me across the condo living room, out the door, into the elevator, and then out the door of the building. It was a mild evening.

When we got to the sidewalk, Doug challenged me, "What are you doing propositioning my brother? Are you mad?" He sputtered but couldn't really organize anything further to say.

I stomped my foot and ranted, "No, I'm fed up and desperate. I'm fed up with you and desperate for love ... or even just some caring sex from someone like Steve. He must be good; you heard the testimonials his girlfriends each gave him."

"I don't care if he's good. You're my wife."

I blunted stated, "And I'm a short timer unless something changes in our relationship. Do you understand?"

Doug guffawed, "You're just going through a phase." My hackles rose when he said that. I thought I'd spit fire, but I tried to contain myself.

I did say in a voice that carried my tension, "It's a phase I've been going through for the past decade - maybe most of our marriage. You don't want a wife; you want a servant - someone that cleans your shit, cooks, and runs errands, and tends to your children, plus also brings home some bacon so we can live a nice lifestyle. Occasionally, you need a prostitute to have sex with. Honey, I love you. It's not too late, but WE have got to change something major starting today ... tonight ... right now. Otherwise ..." I didn't finish the threat; I just let it hang there ominously.

"I do love you." Doug suddenly sounded defensive.

"You say that, but consider your actions. How have you shown me you loved me recently - and I mean over the past few years?"

"I ... I ... I brought you to Boston with me so we could spend some time together. We go out occasionally. I gave you flowers on our anniversary."

"Ahem. I insisted that I come with you on this trip because I wanted to have exactly this conversation. If we'd done it at home you would have run away and found an excuse to hide somehow, like all the times before when I've broached the subject. And, I'm the one that has to drag you along for date nights when you let me, or try one thing after another to get some physical loving with you. Lastly, I'll give you one point out of a hundred for remembering our anniversary, except that was two years ago; you forgot this year. It was a nice card, though you forgot to sign it."

After a silence, Doug pleaded, "What do you want me to do?"

I was mad and stomping along the sidewalk a pace in front of him. "Wrong question. What do YOU want to do to preserve our relationship - to put some vitality and passion back into it? Anything? If you don't care, and I really wonder if you do, then I'm going to rethink the rest of my life."

Doug stammered, "I ... I ... don't want you to leave me. I guess I want to change things really dramatically as you imply. I'll take you to the Tantric Workshop, for one. If you want to fuck my brother, I suppose I'd let you." There was a tone of reluctant compliance in his voice, not at all what I wanted. I didn't want to force him into something; I wanted him to want to do it.

My hackles rose further, and I stopped walking and turned to him. I practically yelled, "You'd LET me? UGH! Am I your chattel? Do you OWN me, so you allow me to do some things and not others, like a little kid? I thought we were equal partners in this marriage. What happened to that concept? Ugh!"

Doug complained, "That's not what I meant. I'm just trying to think outside the box." After a pause he asked, "Would our having sex with someone else shake things up?"

"Hell, yes," I replied, now quite sure of myself. At least I had Doug's attention. I went on, "Do you know how I would feel if you had sex with someone else - one of Steve's lovers? Ally; who I think made you a serious offer, although Lord, knows why." I decided to discount Ally's teasing to see how he responded. We took a few steps in the direction we'd been going.

After a thoughtful silence, Doug said, "No, I guess I don't."

My answer surprised even myself; "I would feel glad that you'd found someone to share yourself with. I would vicariously enjoy the passion you felt, if I could get you to talk about it with me. I would hope that the change in pussies would stimulate you enough so that you'd pay more attention to mine - like at least a couple of times a week ... but more often would be preferred. Would I rant and rave and have a hissy fit about your cock being in someone else's vagina, absolutely not, I promise. Please fuck Ally ... or anyone. Just DO SOMETHING!" My voice echoed down the street between the brownstone buildings we were walking past.

Doug stopped walking and looked at me to see if I were serious. I was.

He asked, "And how would you want me to respond if you fucked my brother?"

I smiled because I could feel I was getting through to Doug. I responded softly, "I wouldn't FUCK  him. I would make love with him. I love Steve and always have, and to tell the truth I've always been physically attracted to him. He has people skills and is a nice man. I would want you to applaud the pleasure he brings me and that I bring him, and not feel particularly jealous - although a little would be nice because it would show that you care about losing me. I'm not sure you care at this point."

I went on with my tirade, "I would want you to see how the change in my relationship with Steve excites me and carries over into our relationship and how it invigorates OUR marriage. I want you to want to turn me on even more than he does; yes, I want you to compete for me. I want you to see that I have a sexual and passionate side to me that you've completely forgotten about, and that you want to find again. I want you to make an effort to woo me, and to fuck my brains out, to love me everyday with all your heart in a way that shows. I want every one of my female friends to be jealous of me because of how loving and attentive you are. I guarantee I'll return the favor tenfold. God knows, I've been throwing myself at you, and I'm ready to give up because I don't get any response. You've been like a brick wall. I want you to want us to do sexy and illicit things together and share in the experiences, lust and love. How's that for starters?"


Turnaround Marriage Ch. 01



Doug was again thoughtful and almost teary, and for the first time I thought he might actually want to try. He pleaded, "I could do that. You'd have to help me because I guess I'm starting so far back on the track." He choked up a little at the end of his statement. "Could I even recover or are we a lost cause at this point?"

"No, we are not over the cliff yet." I paused for a moment and asked, "Would you be jealous of Steve if we made love?"

"Of course, I would. He's younger and more vital, but he is my brother and I love him too ... well, not sexually. He is maybe the one man in the world I trust more than any other. I know he wouldn't try to steal you from me. I guess ..."

I asked, "What if there were someone else?"

"You mean you having an affair of some kind?"

"Precisely." I started walking again. I knew I was pushing Doug's buttons, however, I wanted him to understand how serious I was about getting some serious love and attention.

"Have you?" He sounded worried.

"No, but I've thought about it recently. I've even fantasized about it with my bedside toy that I get more satisfaction from than you. I know I need something big that I'm not getting."

"Ouch. The risk is that you'd fall in love with that person and leave me. What if you fell for Steve?"

"Oh, you'd care if I left you? And, by the way, I've already fallen for Steve, but that was years ago. So, would you care?"

"Hell, yes."

"That's nice to hear, and I need to hear more of it." I turned Doug to me and kissed him very passionately, even grinding my mons against his leg. He was taller than me.

Doug said softly, "I get turned on thinking about you with another man ... BUT, I want you to come home to me." He sobbed slightly, "Baby, I'm so sorry. I love you so much. I know I haven't been very good about telling you or acting on that love. I've been too self centered or something. You're right, we do need to shake things up." More tears rolled down his face.

I held his head and kissed him over and over. I kept telling him I loved him and wanted him. "I want YOU to be the place I go to after all the other interactions with all the other people I ever have. I hope you know that. I want you most of all."

Doug said, "I guess we're opening our marriage to others by this discussion, and I pledge that I'm OK with that so long as I am the home base for you." He snuffled.

"Will you think I'm a slut if I sleep with others?" I thought briefly about what a tough negotiator I was turning out to be. He'd used the term 'open marriage' and I realized that was what I needed right then, because through that window I could find the love, validation, attention, and passion that had been deficient in my life.

Doug thought a long time and said, "God, this is hard for me. I want to be there or close by. I want to know about it ahead of time, for the most part - maybe. And, yes, I'll think you're the sexiest slut on the planet, but you're the slut that I love and want to be with forever. I hope that's all right."

I kissed Doug and said, "I want you to be a slut too ... or whatever the equivalent description is for males - a stud? I want you to find women you like and make love to them. I want you to enjoy the same sensations I am, and to bring what you learn to our bed and share that with me. After we've tried this I believe two things will happen. First, we'll change our marriage for the better because we're reaching outside to others, and that'll force us to think about each other more than we have - in new ways too; and second, we can always back up somehow."

Doug warned, "This is dangerous ground - an open marriage, I mean." 

I smiled, "Not as dangerous as staying the way we've been the past ten years or more. I guarantee that with no change in our lives, we'd separate." I didn't want to give him an out or allow backsliding.

He shook his head, "I guess you're right. I didn't realize I was going to lose you if things stayed the same." He paused and added, "No, I know you're right. This'll take me some getting used to, but let's do it. Let's rattle every part of our life with this. I promise ..."

I kissed him again. I said, "Doug, I believe that love is not a zero sum game. Most of the world treats it that way. If I give love to someone else - Steve, for instance - it doesn't mean that I take that love away from you. Somehow, there is just more to give, and more comes back and it multiplies again and again. I'm not trying to replace you; I'm trying to augment what we have. I'm desperate to do something like this. If you have a better idea, I'll listen. I've talked to others, and even gone to a couple of therapy sessions to be sure my head was in the right place.

Doug snuffled and said, "I just want to have a contract with you ... an agreement ... that if this starts to sour our marriage, that if whatever we embark on starts to screw things up, that we can both stop and reassess, and see if we can come back to where we are right now and see if we can find a different direction. I know it'll be uncomfortable for me at the start, but I will try. I'll try; I promise."

I cried, "Oh, Doug, I promise too. Thank you. I love you so much."

We found a bench and sat, and we talked a lot more and cried on each other's shoulders. We were going to take a big step - each of us - and we were going to put our marriage on the line - but I knew it was already on the line. Love or not, I probably wouldn't have made it through another few months with Doug.

Doug agreed that he hadn't been that happy with 'us' either, but just put his head down and forged ahead focusing on his career and work. I'd been doing the same thing. We agreed to big changes, and talked about them in detail. I knew this would impact my work, but my home life and sanity were more important.

We took the long way back to Steve's apartment, talking more and more about how things would play out, explicitly acknowledging that sometimes we were talking about sex with others, including his brother, Ally, and if they were interested Steve's fiancée and other girlfriends. I had a premonition about how the weekend would play out that warmed my insides and made me wet. I hoped I was right.

Ally had come onto my husband in a big way just before we left, even inviting sex and rubbing his crotch, so I knew there were multiple 'possibilities' on the table, or they were having a huge tease at our expense. I sensed sincerity in Ally for sure. The others looked interested too. Doug did appeal to women; he just didn't realize it. I was ready for anything, even Doug having sex with Ally while I did the laundry. I wanted things to change that much.

We got back to the apartment, and had a heart to heart talk with Steve, Fran, Sheila, and Ally. Not only were they sympathetic the displayed unusual compassion for both of us and how we were planning to change. I explained where Doug and I were in our relationship, and how important it was to us to do something major.

Fran took the initiative to question Doug and me in depth about how opening up our marriage would not only shake things up, but also how it would contribute to the end goal we sought of a more solid footing, more love, and greater connection between us. She didn't need to be convinced about the actions we planned except to be sure we understood that we were undertaking some major steps in our lives. Fran and the others were already living that way and loving it.

After talking a while, I flirted a bit with Steve and reiterated my earlier question to him, 'You'd make love with me, wouldn't you?' Almost simultaneously, Ally and Sheila got close to Doug and induced him into some sexy kisses as they rubbed against him while sitting beside him on the sofa.

Steve told me that not only would he make love with me, he wanted to make love with me because he'd had that attraction to me for years. He accepted me into his arms with a twinkle in his eye belying his joy, and a cautious eye on his brother to be sure that our new agreements were real. As we started to romance each other, I looked over to see Ally practically throwing herself at Doug; there had been some real chemistry there that flared up instantly as soon as they met. I could see the genuine connection between them that had occurred.

For some reason, if we were starting over, I wanted Doug and my first sexual encounters to be with others. The acts would be like watershed moments in our lives that would cement in our commitment to change.

Fran and Sheila, Steve's fiancée and her sister, initially split between us when we paired off to make out. Fran came and joined with Steve and me, and after a couple of minutes spent seductively undressing each other right there in the living room. Fran kissed me in a most passionate way, and then she touched my breasts and around my pussy. I shuddered in delight.

I'd never been kissed or touched by another woman the way Fran touched me and loved me, and surprisingly I was turned on more than I could imagine. I resolved to come back to those emotions and feelings later when I could think straight. I saw Doug watching me with Fran, and I got a big smile from him indicating that he thought my brief sapphic exchange had been highly arousing. Right at that moment, I wanted Steve to make love to me. I also didn't want Fran to stop stroking my clit or along my wet slit.

As Fran was kissing me and fondling my breasts, Steve went down on me. I didn't expect it, and went into orbit as my emotions soared into heaven. I'd gotten used to Doug's infrequent cunnilingus and thought that was pretty good, but Steve put him to shame. I'd never say anything, but somehow I'd have to get Doug to take lessons from his brother. Steve's lips, tongue, and fingers were everywhere they needed to be to get me off. Fran was there too, even amplifying the sensations. I remember shivering with pleasure or an orgasm over and over. In the first ten minutes, I think I had three Big O's. Doug noticed. Steve and Fran just kept going.

The pair blew my mind when they switched. I watched Fran slide down my body, sucking on my erect nipples briefly, and then replace Steve in eating my now drenched pussy. My body was pouring out sex juices so fast I worried I'd dehydrate. Fran whispered to me, "Oh, Sheri, you taste really good. I'm in heaven, and I love you." My God, I was in deep passionate love with Steve and Fran, and I guess the whole world.

Fran ate pussy better than Steve, so much better that I had two back-to-back orgasms only seconds apart. I'm sure the fact that it was another woman doing this to me played a significant role in my responses to her tongue and fingers, but still I had become an instant convert to sapphic sex.

Steve kissed everything from my belly button to the top of my head, paying particular attention to places I realized were my erogenous zones, and not just my breasts the way Doug would do. My sexual temperature soared so I was hotter than the sun, and I wanted a cock deep inside my cunt, and a pussy on my face that I could suck and lap.

A few minutes and a couple of orgasms later, I got just that. When Steve penetrated me, it was with care and love, and also with passion and lust. I moaned so loud I know Doug jerked his head to look at me. I was looking at him with lust and love too, except his attention was split since Ally had started to ride his hard cock in the cowgirl position as Sheila kissed his neck and held his hand where it could rub her large breasts. My husband looked ecstatic, yet he gave me a small wave from eight feet away. We said nothing, but our moves spoke volumes, particularly after the discussion on our walk.

Steve didn't use any of his Tantric sex techniques on me I guess, because after about twenty minutes and three more orgasms he came inside me. Twenty minutes was about fifteen minutes longer than Doug usually took, but I did notice that Sheila and Ally, who were switching off on my husband, managed to get him to last almost a quarter of an hour before he came in Ally.

I had never cum from vagina intercourse, but I did with Steve. What was this amazing difference? The climaxes weren't little ones either; they were knock my socks off events that really sent me into the stratosphere.

Steve and Fran whispered words of love to me. I felt so wanted, needed, and cared for. I kissed both of them with renewed intent, and more than once tears came to my eyes because I felt so much love from them and for them. I wanted to never stop. I'd found a new passion in life and I wanted to pursue it with every fiber in my body.

Steve remained buried in my pussy for a long time after our mutual ending orgasms. I felt a closeness to him because he didn't rush off, and because he petted me all over and kissed me in true romantic fashion. After we'd laid there in our afterglows for a few minutes, Steve whispered to me, "Go to your husband. Show him you love him. Reassure him that you haven't tossed him aside." On that note, he slowly extracted his semi-flaccid cock from my cunt. I hated the empty feeling he left, but Fran was there and kissed me to divert my attention.

I thought about how wise this younger man was. Going to Doug was exactly what I needed to do to stimulate more love and passion in our marriage. Contrary to what Steve had said, I worried some about Doug throwing me out for a younger woman. Ally and Sheila, both of whom he'd now fucked as I'd watched, were in my opinion younger, prettier, thinner, bustier, and bubblier than me. In my suggesting an open marriage the thought hadn't occurred to me until then that Doug might get the better end of the deal. I still hoped for the desired effect on our relationship.

I smiled at Ally who had been bent over his lap cleaning his stick of the residual cum and female juices. She nodded at me, gave his dick one last lap and suck, and then got up and went to join Steve and Fran. Sheila winked at me, and sat back on Doug's other side. She nodded to me to go to my husband.

I sat in Doug's lap and kissed him hard. "Hi, Baby. You happy? You having fun?" I teased a little, but left enough seriousness in my voice to let him know I really cared about what happened and what we were doing.

Doug smiled, "The happiest baby. You looked so sexy fucking Steve ... and Fran. I feel such love and passion for you, and, I have to admit, for Ally and Sheila too. After I recover I want to make love to you." A tear came to his eyes, "I'm so sorry I've been such a jerk about our marriage ... and stuff like this. We can use this weekend to blast us to another place, and then I promise you the largest change you can imagine. Help me change."

"I accept the challenge. Just so you know, I want to fuck ALL the time now. This is so stimulating ... doing it in the same room with others around, and the group sex. This is the most fun I may ever have had."

"Me too. I can't believe I fucked two women back to back, and soon I'm going to make love to you too. What a wet dream. They made me last too. I really want to take that Tantric sex class and understand what Steve can do to manage his body and then I can please you better. I want to make you so happy and so orgasmic." He paused and added, "Know too that my brain is unbelievably scrambled right now with everything that's happened tonight."

I kissed my hubby, "Thank you. I love you even more now. We'll learn how to please each other and ourselves, and we'll get through our scrambled feelings."

"I love you more than ever. This has really been a transformational night." A second later, he said, "Oh, dear."

I looked, and Sheila had her head between my hip and Doug's abs. She'd started to suck some life back into Doug's flaccid cock that she cradled in her mouth as her tongue swirled around the purplish mushroom head. I grinned at her and nodded approvingly. I saw her smile around the edge of his dick, and then she deep throated him. Doug groaned.

I made out with Doug until Sheila tapped me on my leg. She nodded at Doug's hard shaft. She'd done it. She'd restored him to his wonderful penetrating hardness. I turned and swung a leg over Doug, and Sheila guided his cock into my pussy - a pussy that I realized was dripping with the cum of his brother. I even dripped a large dollop of Steve's cum on my husband's leg just before the tip of his cock plugged the opening to my cum-filled pussy. I felt so wanton, and so sexy, and so slutty. I felt good. I rubbed my erect nipples across my husband's lips until he took hold of one to suck on.

I whispered to Doug with a grin, "Pay attention to Sheila too while we make love. You're going to have to learn how to split your time between multiple women. You can't just focus on one of us."

Doug did split his time, but I could tell he was focusing more on me. With some coaching from Sheila, Doug managed to last a half hour; he spent two-thirds of that time with his cock in my pussy, and a third again (at my insistence) fucking Sheila as we kissed her and I roamed my hands all over her body (at her insistence). Sheila's body felt so nice - tight sensuous skin, a wet pussy that smelled divine when I brought my fingers to my nose to sense her aroma, and swollen breasts larger than mine that I could have played with for days.

Sheila came twice to my surprise and delight when I went down on her. She was the first pussy I'd actually tasted, although I'd gotten some of Fran second hand from when Steve had gone down on her and then kissed me. Doug was amazed at my sudden bisexuality. Sheila ate me a little too, telling me how she was sucking Steve's cum from deep inside me. Just hearing that turned me on, but it made Doug super-hard just to think about what that statement implied.

I came with Doug deep in my cunt as I felt his cum surge into me, adding to what his brother had already blasted in there that Sheila hadn't gotten to yet. Sheila had been rubbing my clit with her hand as I fucked my husband, a move that delivered yet another orgasm to me and turned me inside out.

After we recovered a little, Fran appeared with warm washcloths and hand towels so we could clean up. Despite washing my pussy, I was so full of cum it wouldn't stop leaking from deep inside me. I felt so satisfied and so slutty to have fucked two men - brothers - within minutes of each other. I wanted to repeat the experience again and again.

We sat around nude, and Fran and Ally served us sandwiches, coffee and cookies. I almost burst out laughing at how incongruous the snack seemed after the small orgy we'd just had. 

Steve and Fran, joined occasionally by the others, talked about the complex relationship they had. We got many more details about Steve's love life not only with Fran - his fiancée, Sheila, and Ally, but also with Gale, Nancy, Jane, René, Marge, Pam, and Brenda, plus the swing group that the sisters' parents had introduced them too. I surmised that there was some incest there but I didn't push the topic. The girls told me about Aidan, Chip, and Lyle too, including some candid comments about their lovemaking techniques and how pleased they could make one.

After checking with Doug, I ventured that I'd enjoy meeting Aidan and the other couples. The implication was clear to Doug; I wanted to have sex with some more men. From the grin on his face, I figured he was up for more of the same as well as some new women.

When bedtime came, we all went into the large master bedroom. There was a queen-size bed and a huge super-king-size bed in the room. We'd seen them earlier and guessed the relationship of Steve and the sisters. This time, we put all that space to good use.

Doug and Fran got into the smaller bed, and immediately she started round three with him by getting into a sixty-nine. He was so turned on by all this, he had a hard on in a couple of minutes, turned them around and started to ride Fran - his brother's fiancée. I watched with fascination right up to the point where he slipped his cock into her pussy, and I heard her urging him to go 'harder' and 'faster.'




Turnaround Marriage Ch. 01



Fran was so beautiful and sexy; it was fun to watch her fucking with my husband. Her long brunette hair bounced around, her full breasts shimmied, and her narrow hips provided a handhold for Doug as he bounced her on top of him with his cock deep inside her.

Steve, Ally, Sheila, and I took the large bed. Sheila went down on Ally in a sixty-nine, trying to find the remnants of Doug's cum from earlier in the evening. As they went at each other, Steve started in on me, focusing on my lower half. He started at my pussy, and boy did he know how to give me orgasms. I had been right about him when I talked to Doug; he really understood a woman's body and her needs.

To supplement my launch into new territory and further shake up Doug and me - as we requested of the group, each of the women had me make love to them as they made love to me. I never imagined that lesbian sex could be that emotional, sexy, loving, great tasting, and fun, but I changed my mind completely, and realized that I'd become a total bisexual slut that evening - along with other monikers I could use on myself. I loved it and wondered what had taken me so long to make this fundamental discovery.

After enjoying my coupling time with the girls, I rejoined Steve and as he sank his beautiful long cock into me, he started to teach me a little about Tantric loving and the mindset about making love in a way that had a huge spiritual component to it.

I'd always thought of sex as an expression of love and lust, but Steve, Ally, and Sheila whispered to me the larger possibilities. Steve said, "From now on think of intercourse as the union of two souls - a union of mind, body, and spirit in multiple dimensions. You know about the body component, but recognize that your body is a vessel for your mind and the physical parts that enable coupling in a pleasurable way."

He went on, "You bring your mind to the event - this event as I couple with you - because to not be cogent and present is to give your partner an empty and vapid experience that won't leave a good after taste. Lastly, bring your soul and spirit to the event. Allow the intermingling of these deep and ethereal parts of your being to also merge, for in that coupling is the deepest union we can achieve in this plane. Give of yourself in these dimensions with all of these parts of yourself."

My God, I did. As we got deeper and deeper into the mood of the evening I could feel myself being swept up into a love and union with Steve I didn't know existed or was even possible. We didn't rush, and I'd come to think that all intercourse had to be fast and furious; I'd have to talk to Doug about that. 

Steve and I were making love, yet sometimes we just were motionless so we could feel our love passing between us through his cock and my pussy, and the other places we touched. I felt like I'd blossomed into a Being with a thousand new dimensions to my soul, and that I'd found a soul mate and we connected on every one of those dimensions.

I cried in happiness at one point because I'd achieved such a peak experience in my life, but then the peaks got even higher. Steve was bringing me on an orgasmic journey, and I realized when I allowed myself to focus on myself that I was in a space where I was having one orgasm cascading right into the next, each one more powerful and body wrenching with unimagined pleasure. I thought, 'this is what heaven must be like.' The orgasms we now shared were beyond the physical; they were spiritual.

I lost track of time. I lost track of the others in the room. I lost track of my own body except to bask in the union and ecstasy from the experience. Finally, Steve worked me to a huge high. I screamed out my pleasure and I felt surges of his cum pulse into me. We collapsed into each other's arms, and then fell into a sleep that was so sweet and ethereal. I had such glorious dreams I never wanted to awaken.

I did awaken in the darkness of the middle of the night. I could hear the heavy breathing of the others in bed and in the room. Steve's cock probed my wet nether region. I changed position, and he slid into my cunt from behind me, cradling me in his arms and holding my excited breasts. We made love like that for many minutes, kissing and loving, and then we both came again. Steve held me to his warm body, keeping his cock inside me. It was so comforting; I just drifted back to my dream state. For once in my life, I didn't worry about creating a wet spot.

* * * * *

Three women and my husband kissed me awake in the morning. Doug, Ally, Fran, and Sheila surrounded me, and showered me with kisses from head to toe. Ally even lapped and tongued at my drippy pussy - drippy from my middle of the night lovemaking session with Steve. I kissed them all back feeling as though I was almost drowning in the love from everyone. 

Ally shared some of the cum in my pussy with me. I pushed aside my initial reaction to my own nudity in the daylight, as I found the others that way. I also pushed away my initial reticence at swapping the cum back and forth between Ally's mouth and mine, but then found that act to be sensual and exciting.

Scenes from the night before flashed through my head as I awoke. I remembered walking with Doug and our confrontation. I had practically insisted that we change our marriage to be open. Now, everything was open and different and so loving. I hoped Doug was all right with what had happened. At least he looked happy.

Steve appeared, kissed me, and presented me with a mug of coffee. He smiled, "You all right? Any after thoughts from last night?"

The others sat around on the bed and listened for my response. I know a tear rolled down each cheek. "I am feeling so loved. When I arrived here last night my love bucket was so empty and I was so depressed about my relationship with Doug. Now I am overflowing with joy and love. I love you all, and especially my husband for helping to create this experience for me - for us." I pulled Doug to me and kissed him again.

Steve nodded to the girls and the four of them left the bedroom. I heard the shower turn on, and some happy morning laughter and giggles from the kitchen. 

Doug cuddled me to him, and I confessed every emotion I'd felt with Steve - the peak experiences, the mind, body, and spirit connection we'd made, and even making love in the middle of the night. All he did was kiss me and tell me how much he loved me and wanted me to always feel as good as I felt in that instant whether he made me feel that way or someone else did. He also told me that Fran had taken him on a sexual trip with various peaks at some time in the dark hours. He amazed himself at the frequency of his lovemaking, and his rapid recovery times. He wanted to make love with me right then too. Our relationship had taken a sharp turn for the better.

I lay back and invited Doug into my arms and pussy. He sank his hard cock into me, and we just went at it. I heard words of love from him I hadn't heard in years. I cried, but I also praised him and told him of my love for him on so many levels. After we came, we found the shower and washed up.

We had a busy morning. A couple of the others went off to do errands and shopping. Doug and I did breakfast clean up, and with Ally's help I started a slow cook pot roast for dinner. When the others arrived back from the grocery store, I helped put things away and made a large dinner salad. I also made sandwiches for lunch. The amazing thing was that along with everyone else that stayed in the apartment, I remained naked and I loved the freedom and got over any embarrassment. I resolved to adopt this dress style at home when our kids weren't around. I briefly thought of how happy Doug now would be if he arrived home to find me naked and horny.

To my surprise and embarrassment, at lunch Aidan arrived unannounced. He just walked into the condo and kissed the girls. Steve was there and introduced him to Doug and then Aidan turned to me. I'm sure I had blushed up a bright red body for him. I felt like I was presenting my naked body to this beautiful man.

Aidan took me in his arms the same way he had the other women, and gave me a peck and then a significant kiss that evolved into a French kiss. This young man turned me on almost instantly. I caught myself grinding my mons against his leg. I must stop doing this with men I just met ... well, except when I'm naked.

Aidan kept kissing me, and I kept kissing him. Somehow, he became as naked as I was, and then somehow we were in the bedroom making love. I was fucking a complete stranger, yet I felt connected to him on all those planes that Steve had taught me about the night before. We had a beautiful experience, and I lost count of my peaks. What a nice way to meet someone new.

I became vaguely aware of Steve and Doug on the other bed with the three sisters. They were fucking too, and from the moans and sounds of flesh slapping together in the room I guessed we were all very happy.

We had a late lunch, and then I pulled Aidan back to the bedroom to fuck some more. I felt sexually insatiable. I had to have cock. When Aidan finished, I went and got Doug, and then Steve. I could tell I was taxing Doug to get him aroused enough to make love to me, but he succeeded and I felt so good. I loved my husband.

Later, we dressed for dinner. Friends came and joined us - Chip and Gale who lived in a Boston suburb drove in town for the evening. Over dinner, Steve explained about the transition that Doug and I were making. I felt embarrassed at first, but then Gale made some astute suggestions and I liked her ideas.

After dinner, Steve orchestrated a coupling between Chip and me, and he too delivered a different multi-dimensional experience. He was divine. As Chip had fucked me, Doug and Gale were going at it on the other bed, and then suddenly right next to us. I found fucking right next to my husband as he stroked into another woman gave me great joy and further increased our mutual lust. I felt like such a slut to have now fucked four men since getting up that morning, and I loved it. I never wanted this feeling to stop; I wanted more cock and more loving.

Steve captured me to sleep with again, and we made love twice in the darkness. I felt such love for him, and told him. He told me how he loved me and how special I was. I realized that this was how brother relationships were supposed to be.

Sunday morning, after fucking Aidan again, another couple joined us - Lyle and Nancy Reddick. They arrived mid-morning and we were all nude again. They stripped down to be with the rest of us, and soon after their arrival, Doug and Nancy started to make out and then make love right on the sofa. I grabbed Lyle's hand, led him to the bedroom, and we followed their lead. Soon everyone in the room was naked and fucking. Aidan joined us and I found the special pleasure of being spit roasted, and loving two men at the same time.

Doug and Aidan double penetrated Nancy to her delight. She was tremendously multi-orgasmic, and I found pleasure in listening to and watching her climaxes roll through her body. I passed up the opportunity to be DP'd. The thought scared me since I'd never done anal before. Nancy later suggested I get some butt plugs to practice with, and I planned to follow her recommendations.

Regretfully, Doug and I had to leave before dinner to catch our flight back to Chicago. In the taxi to Logan Airport, I tried to count up the men and women I'd fucked, the number of episodes I'd been in, and the number of orgasms. I'd had more sex in the weekend than in the past year - hell, the past three or four or five years. I cuddled into Doug and we made out in the back of the taxi, and then on the airplane, and once we got home we were so horny we were back in the bedroom fucking before we even ate anything.

Our son and daughter, who'd been staying with friends, arrived home around nine o'clock. Lori instantly came up to me and said, "Mom, you and Dad are acting so different towards one another, so much more loving. I've never seen you guys like this. You're so cute. It's like you're newly weds." She gave me a big hug.

I just smiled at her. For the first time in her life, I probably had more sex on the weekend and with more partners than she did - the little slut. I laughed inside at my own raw humor.

I wanted to leap around the office and the house for joy. Doug became a dream husband, or at least he was trying to be, and I accepted his efforts with praise and glee. He also improved his interaction with the kids, something that had been waning as they got older. Keeping up the trend that we started in Cambridge, we were also making love almost every night and often we were nuzzling each other or trying to sexually excite one another in some way. Often, we had morning sex too.

I found as many ways to praise my hubby for his attention and love as I could think of, even doing online research for ideas. I did get to meet him naked at the door a few times, pulling him into the bedroom so we could make love each time. Once the kids got home while we were going at it, and they were more embarrassed than we were about catching us mid fuck since we'd forgotten to shut the bedroom door.

To be continued



Turnaround Marriage Ch. 02



These chapters taken together overlap the following genres on this site: erotic coupling, incest (heavy), group, romantic, lesbian, anal, loving wives, and mature. Because of the overall nature of my sister's autobiography, all chapters have been posted under Loving Wives. 

I enticed my sister Sheri to tell how her family started to swing with mine, and how they broke out of their marriage malaise with a lot of incest and group sex play that expanded to include many people over a couple of years. Because I was part of it, I wrote my recounting about the start of their transition in Sisters, Friends and Lovers, Chapters 19 and 26 particularly. I got a lot of fan mail wanting to hear more about these relationships, particularly my time with my niece Lori, thus I asked Sheri to write up her description of events. Read Sheri's account and you'll get more details of our interaction (including Lori and me), particularly at my wedding. Sheri asked that I publish it in a few readable chapters as I did for Sheila's memoir (see Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos, also published under my name by girlfriend Sheila's request). Sheri was sensitive to being graded and hateful comments; so there is neither. Here's Sheri's story. Regards, Steve 

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Doug and I didn't see Steve for a few months, but we did talk to him and to Fran frequently during that time. They were concerned about us at first, and checked in often to be sure we were doing all right after the group sex sessions at their condo in Cambridge.

Fran stopped me cold once with the question, "You still OK with the incest we enjoyed?" 

I'd never thought that what we did was incest. Steve and Doug didn't interact, except to trade partners once in a while. I wasn't related to Steve, nor Fran - Steve's fiancée, to Doug, so where was the incest. I guess because we were 'in laws' ons-to-be we qualified.

Those thoughts made me stop to think about what limits I would place on my behavior or that of a family member. I got to a point where I made up two defining principles: consenting adults can do whatever they want about sex so long as no one is getting hurt, and love is not a zero sum game - a person can love more than one person at a time.

The obvious changes in my demeanor about my marriage, my relationship with Doug, my bubbling over about my 'Boston Weekend,' and sex, led to Lori and I becoming exceptionally open about our love life.

One weekend afternoon, while Doug was tied up in some crisis at work, Lori opened up to me about the relationship with her boyfriend - a guy she'd been going with for three years. She admitted to frequently fucking him, and then to not only doing him, but also doing two other male friends in what were often three guys on one girl. Sometimes her best girlfriend also joined in the mini-orgy they enjoyed.

I nodded knowingly, and smiled. I think I even commented on how orgasmic such an experience could be, thinking back to a few memorable minutes when Steve, Aidan, and Lyle had been all over me.

Lori started to wrest out of me one small experience after another until she had enough jigsaw pieces to put together part of the picture about what had happened in Boston. Together with a few insightful guesses and some more prying questions for me, I broke down and told her the whole story. She was laughing but aghast, and also happy for what had happened, particularly that her Dad and I were staying together. She saw that we had been drifting further and further apart, but knew she couldn't fix us.

The more I told her about the Boston Weekend, the more she told me about her sex life, and then what she knew of her brother's. He too had a girlfriend, and she also involved her best friend with them, as he often did with his friends. Sometimes, the four or more of them would get together and swap off partners all day. Now I knew what sometimes went on at home when Doug and I were at work.

I expressed my philosophy about sex, and also repeated a lot of what Steve had told me about love, mind, body, spirit, and multi-dimensional sex. Lori paid careful attention and asked a lot of deep questions that proved to me how adult she had become.

One weekend in late fall Steve and Fran flew out to Chicago to stay with us and to go see Steve and Doug's parents. Steve wanted to tell them about the wedding and introduce Fran to them. We picked them up at the airport Saturday morning and went out to Doug and Steve's parent's home. It was an awkward meeting for Steve because he had to explain about the clothing-optional venue for the wedding, plus get somewhat explicit about his lifestyle with multiple men and women who were all intimate with each other. By implication, I think his parents understood that Doug and I were cool with what would be happening.

Later on the drive home, we talked about whether Lori and Ace should be involved in the wedding. Doug's knee-jerk response was 'No.' I stepped in and leveled with Doug, explaining that they were having a lot of sex, including group sex with their friends. Doug was really surprised. I urged him not to berate them, and he promised he wouldn't.

We had a fast dinner back at our house with Steve and Fran, and then paired off to make love in the living room. Lori and Ace were out for the night with friends, and I even knew that Lori expected to be in a threesome, or at least that was the plan.

I was up near my tenth earth-shattering orgasm and Steve had found and taught me about my A-spot, and shown me how devastatingly magnificent those orgasms could be to my small body. I wondered if my neighbors could hear my moans of joy and passion.

Doug and Steve had just cum deep inside Fran and me, when Lori's voice teased from the hallway and surprised me. "I always knew you had a thing for my Uncle. Nice show, Mom. I didn't know you could cum so hard; that must be one to remember. By the way, 'Hi, Steve.'"

I almost burst out laughing. Steve acted cool about the situation, but didn't move from my warmth. Fran too. Doug was flustered and fortunately speechless for a moment.

Lori came right into the room, no doubt urged on by my smile and the candid discussions about sex and relationships we'd been having. She kissed her dad and me, and introduced herself to Fran, as Fran remained impaled on her father's cock in the woman on top position. Lori gave an even longer kiss to her Uncle Steve as he kept his still hard shaft inside my quim and held my legs against his sides. Of course, my pussy and his inserted cock were on vivid display. If either Doug or Steve moved from our cunts a flood of cum would result from the newly vacant pussy.

I teased Lori, "Would you want to join us for a second round?"

Lori lit up like a Christmas tree. "Could I? You wouldn't mind?" 

I nodded my acceptance of the idea. I already knew her inclinations, and I did want her to know Steve better. She was a bit of a slut, so I thought, what the hell. I turned to Doug, "Don't say a word," and back to our daughter, "Yes, Lori, you may join us if it's all right with our guests." Both Fran and Steve smiled and made approving noises.

Lori went to Steve and kissed him really hard, "I've wanted to do that for about the past seven years Uncle Steve." She turned and moved to Fran, and delivered an equally passionate kiss. "So, very nice to meet you in a more friendly way ... my future aunt. I think we're going to have a really nice relationship. From what my Mom tells me, we think alike."

Lori put on a little strip-tease show for us, proving that she was pretty adept at creating sexual tension and an erotic atmosphere even among nude adults who had just fucked. Lori also kept up a steady monologue about how exciting participating with us would be, and how she loved to fuck and feel all sorts of cock in her pussy. I noticed she even looked at her father as she spoke and teased. I tried to imagine her with three horny teenage boys her own age sitting in front of her lusting after her body as she did her strip.

When she was nude, her nubile body appealing to all of us, she turned to Fran, "Are you full of my father's cum?"

Fran nodded, still worried about moving and creating a flood of cum. "Yes, why?"

Lori said, "Because, if you let Dad pull out of you, I want to suck every last drop of his man juice from your pretty pussy. I also want to see what he tastes like and what you taste like - then I'll do my mom."

Fran rolled off Doug and spread her legs, and Lori launched herself into the couple. She spent fifteen seconds cleaning her father's slick dick, swallowing the entire cock in one gulp. Doug was truly speechless as he watched his sexpot daughter attending to him, her breasts dragging across his thighs in a way I knew would make him hard again. She'd no sooner started then she launched herself into Fran's pussy just as the white cum started to leak out and run down to her ass. Lori made a lot of slurping noises and put on a real show for us, complete with her cute ass up in the air waving around. I saw her wink at me, and knew a large part of what she was doing was for shock value for her father. Doug did watch every move she made; I could see he quickly redeveloped his hard on.

Fran had a couple of orgasms under Lori's tongue. As Lori sucked she also stroked her father's cock with one hand. To my surprise he let her, and remained mute.

Lori then came to Steve and me. We'd watched her little show, and I'd felt Steve harden again inside me. We'd even pumped into each other a few times to start round two. Lori cleaned up Steve right after he pulled away from me, and then she was on me like white on rice. Lori would pull away and comment on how great we tasted or felt. I remember feeling so good, and thinking that for most of society this was so wrong.

Lori sucked up a good load of cum from my dripping cunt, and then she came up and made to kiss me. I knew what she wanted to do, and my brain froze. I was about to eat cum, second hand, from my own pussy, mixed with my own juices, from my daughter. This was so wanton, and so bad. 

I opened my mouth and gestured for Lori to come to me. She did and we immediately launched into a French kiss, during which she tongued her mouth of cum into mine, and I fed it back to her. After a few swaps, we both swallowed and Lori dropped back down my body. I liked doing that, especially the mother-daughter bonding experience. The others in the room were speechless.

As Lori returned to eat more of Steve's cum from my sloppy cunt, she had him move behind her and start to fuck her. Soon, I was almost forgotten as Steve got her attention, and really stroked into her. I loved the decadent feelings that arose inside me. 

Lori finished with me, and rolled onto her back on the sofa. I wanted to continue to loosen up Doug, so when Steve was fucking Lori in the missionary position, I pulled Doug over towards Lori and brought his cock to Lori's mouth. She smiled at us, and then started to suck on her Dad as her Uncle laid his pipe to her slit.

Steve asked Lori, "Are you a little slut or is this all new to you?"

Lori smiled around Doug's cock and pulled away for a moment, "I am the town slut. I love to fuck and do it as often as I can. My boyfriend and his friends always have access to my hot teenage body, and usually I can count on them for a few go-rounds every day. Now, fuck me good Uncle; I think you're the best I've ever had."

Steve winked at me and then started to really put the moves on Lori. He worked her up until she was orgasming almost continuously. I saw him moving in the same way his brother did when he was about to cum, and then he started to jet his cum into my daughter's body. As he did, his hands were a blur as he touched her all over, one erogenous zone after another. He slid one hand down under her rump and obviously fingered her ass, as the other lightly grasped her neck.

On Steve's fifth orgasmic thrust into her body, Lori's eyes rolled up in her head, and she passed out.

Concerned, I asked, "Steve, what'd you do to her? Is she OK?"

Steve chuckled as the last of his cum jets filled her warm pussy. "Too much pleasure all at once. I've done it before. It's called La Petite Mort - the little death. It's an orgasm beyond compare. My lovers also call it The Big Steve Experience. She'll come around in a minute."

Lori woke up suddenly. She looked at Steve, "Holy shit; you are a sexual super hero." They talked and I heard enough to know that she was pledging her love to him for all of eternity. I would too, and I'd never had the Big Steve Experience - yet.

Fran then ate Steve's cum from Lori's pussy, and made her crest a few more times. Fran even got Doug to plug her hole again as she ate my daughter out. Lori had obviously never had such a night, and she was armed with a whole new set of experiences to share with her lovers, but I wasn't sure how much of this I wanted her to pass along to others.

I was so horny watching Steve, Fran, and Lori, that I sucked Doug back to life and after he'd fucked Fran for a short time, I pulled him to me and started to fuck my own husband right in front of my daughter.

Later, both Lori and I slept with Steve. Steve fucked us both again in the night, but he paid special attention to me. I know he was showing me that he wasn't giving me up because he now also had my beautiful, hot, slutty daughter under his spell. I loved this man and how sensitive her was to my needs and desires.

Late Sunday morning, I got the Big Steve Experience. He made love to me for so long and so well that I passed out as we climaxed together. Just before I went under, I had an orgasmic peak the likes of which was the sum total of all the orgasms I'd ever had in my life all rolled into one ecstatic few seconds and then multiplied by a million. When I came to, I loved Steve more than any other man that ever lived. I didn't tell Doug, but Wow! I loved two men and they both loved me, and one of them could send me into the bowels of ecstasy so deep I didn't ever want to come back to consciousness.

Steve and Fran left after a late lunch. Doug went to do some house projects, and Lori and I went and cuddled together in bed, naked of course and our fingers moving lazily and seductively over each other. We talked about sex, love, the Big Steve Experience, being an ethical slut, spiritual lovemaking, and the nature of things. I got my chance to caution her about talking too much.

* * * * *

Over that winter and into spring, Steve came by Chicago a few times, usually when he was traveling to or from Denver, but occasionally he had some business in our city. He'd stay over, and I always got to reconnect with him. Lori did too, and I felt like a proud mother when I could watch the two of them making love.

Doug had booked the two of us into a Conscious Relationships and Tantric Love workshop in a Milwaukee suburb at the end of January. The class had the same instructors that Steve and the sisters had gone to a couple of years earlier. I told Lori about it, and about three hours later Doug had to call back and add her to the class roster.

We drove to the hotel where the workshop was being held on Friday afternoon, checked into the hotel, and then met with the man and woman - Dee and Roger - conducting the class and about sixteen other class attendees. We shared a holistic dinner and then a lecture and workshop about Tantrism, Tantric intercourse, and meditation and its importance in relationships because of the grounding it provided to the partners. While much of the philosophy was eastern, the couple had adopted the material to western thinking and practice. Some called it Neo-Tantrism.

Lori soaked up the material in the workshop like a dry sponge suddenly dropped into a pan of water. She loved every aspect of the seminar, and had to temper her enthusiasm to better match with the measured emotions of the instructors. 

I was both jealous and proud of Lori: jealous that she understood and took in so much more than I apparently was, and proud of that fact in the same instant. I thought it funny that I didn't mind in the least sharing my boyfriend with her - Lori's Uncle Steve, but I got miffed about her learning abilities versus mine.

The seminar stressed multi-dimensional connections with your partner - mind, body, and spirit, and at different levels of connection and consciousness. Dee went into great detail on the deeper issues and practices. The subject of yoga and breathing control was also introduced to control our earth-bound bodies in the lovemaking process. For me, everything sounded familiar because Steve and Fran had talked to me about so much of it.

The couples in the workshop were instructed to return to their rooms that night and to make love being hyper-aware of each other and conscious of the points in the lecture and workshop discussion. Doug, Lori and I went to our room, but I wondered what would happen when we got there. I had no doubt that everyone else in the class wondered too.

In the room, Lori announced that she wanted to watch the two of us make love, and to join in as she saw fit. I was amazed at how she explained her logic and how persuasive she was about some kind of threesome with her parents. I didn't mind, especially since she'd caught us again a few weeks earlier when we forgot to close the bedroom door, we'd been having all these very frank discussions, and she'd already participated in our swap with Steve and Fran. I was so horny I could have fucked a Land Rover, and apparently Doug was too.

Doug and I stripped and came together on one side of our king-size bed. Doug went down on me, and started to eat me to one orgasm after another. From the corner of my eye, I watched Lori strip away her clothing and then lie on the bed next to us. She stroked her pussy, often putting a few fingers into her dripping slit.

I came a third time, and the Lori insisted, "OK, that's enough of you doing my mother. It's my turn now." She lay back and obviously expected Doug to do something to her like eat her pussy.

I smiled. This was all right with me, but it pushed the boundaries for Doug. I whispered to him, "Go ahead, eat your daughter's pussy, after all, she's eaten your cum and even sucked on you."

Doug froze for a moment and studied Lori's lush body lying beside us. I could imagine the wheels of morality and ethical behavior turning and twisting in his head. He knew what he wanted to do and it contrasted with what he felt he should do, and he had a decision to make. I realized how much impact society had on imprinting rules of behavior about incest on us, rules that now seemed arbitrary and just wrong to apply to every situation.

Without a word, Doug shifted position, and drove his tongue into Lori's young cunt. Lori moaned and came almost immediately as he slavered over her. He spent a lot of time there, so much so that I had time to move and mount Lori's face and drop my pussy down to her mouth and tongue and lips. Lori was heavenly and knew exactly how to please another woman in just this position. I knew she'd done this with her best friend too.

Lori came a half dozen times over the next half hour as we played together, and expressed our love for each other. 

Lori finally told Doug, "Please come and fuck me for a while, and then fuck mom and cum in her. Don't cum in me; you can do that sometime soon, but tonight mom deserves your load."

Doug apparently liked those boundaries because the next I knew he shifted positions so he was behind her and could cuddle her to his body, but he could also drive his cock into her pussy from behind, sinking his entire depth into her as he kissed her from behind.

Lori obviously liked getting fucked this way. More importantly, I heard the two of them - father and daughter - talking to each other in the vocabulary of the seminar. They professed their love for each other on many dimensions and in many ways. This was a very unique experience.




Turnaround Marriage Ch. 02



After ten or fifteen minutes, Doug pulled away from Lori and went down on her again. With his tongue he brought her to climax and she cooed with satisfaction as he kissed around her pussy, and then came to me.

I said nothing about his union with Lori, but I availed myself to his advances. Doug sank into me, and we repeated the words about conscious relationships, awareness, multiple dimensions of love, and mind, body, and spirit. For Doug, the words seemed rote, whereas I think I was making more of them.

Doug and I make love for another half hour, part of which I ate out Lori as she sat on my face. The last ten minutes I felt enraptured with my two lovers, and then Doug and I came together, his massive load of cum blasting into my mature pussy so hard I thought I'd have some of it coming out of my ears. I'm not sure I'd ever seen my husband so horned up; I guessed that it had a rather large something to do with our extremely sexy daughter participating in a threesome with us. As we made love, Lori had started to openly masturbate right next to us, so close that the sweet aromas from her sodden pussy filled the room.

We collapsed into each other and then pulled Lori into our group loving adventure. We fell asleep that way, the cot the hotel provided was unused and unneeded. Lori was so much like another lover instead of our daughter; I loved this new relationship with her. It was more satisfying and certainly stimulating.

By Saturday at noon when the seminar's morning session broke for green tea and a tofu salad lunch, Lori was off the map in what she'd taken in, extolling the virtues of the class to her Dad and me with great excitement. Because we were the only threesome we had to work together while everyone else coupled up in the exercises. In the classroom we kept things between Lori and either of us quite staid. I saw a few eyebrows raised about the potential incest between us, but none of us acknowledged or volunteered any information. Lori told one woman she had a steady boyfriend she wanted to take what she learned back to, and that seemed to placate her curiosity about us; I overheard her explaining Lori's situation to two others in the course. 

We learned about touch and gestures during lovemaking, as well as a loving and spiritual version of the talk or dirty talk we invoked as we made love. There was a lot of discussion about symbolism and ritualism, even what we inadvertently create for ourselves in a couple. 

Roger talked about the forces that act on us when we make love, teaching us how to use simple mindfulness and centering to purge the negative forces and vibrations from our consciousness so we can focus on our loved one and our love process. Roger gave a superb lecture on the use of our imagination to create an alternate reality as we made love with our partner, explaining how to bring our partner into that space and time. We did some classroom exercises on each element of his teaching.

After lunch, the men and women went in separate directions. Roger led the men to a breakout room, and we women stayed in our conference room. We did some more mediation and yoga, and talked about our erogenous zones and how we responded to being touched in certain areas, including our G-spot and A-spot. I contributed by describing the Big Steve Experience to the amazed class. Lori vocally supported what I'd said, to the ultimate awe of the other women because we made it clear that we had both made love to the same man and yet left the door open that it might have been Doug.

We did some exercises about controlling our bodies, and also relaxing and letting ourselves 'flow' into orgasms. Some of what was said turned out to be exactly the way Lori and I responded to a man. There was talk about control and exercise of our vaginal muscles too and the introduction of Kegel exercise device for women. We were given new Kegel exercise weights and Benwa balls. I surprised the group when I mentioned some success with butt plugs too. 

The men rejoined us after a couple of hours and a break, and we briefly shared what we'd both talked about and learned. We put more stress on sexual union in a ritual context, paired polarity, and harmony during and around a divine joining of bodies. There was talk about yonis and lingams instead of pussies and cocks. We did some more meditation, thought exercises and class discussion.

After a short break, Roger and Dee talked about how to have and enjoy intercourse on a whole new plane yet again, this time going even further and being more descriptive without being clinical or bawdy. At that point, the class was dismissed to their rooms to make love armed with our new perspectives and techniques.

The three of us looked at each other again, wondering if we should repeat the lovemaking of the evening before. Roger came to us as we packed up our notes. He volunteered, "If you want, I could interact with one or both of the women in your threesome. Dee won't mind, and might even enjoy watching. It's up to you."

I just smiled and took Roger's hand. I nodded to Dee, and she followed along behind us as we went to our room. Doug and Lori led the way. Neither of the instructors said anything about Lori coupling with her father, so I think they assumed the Doug and Dee would become a couple, and that was fine with me.

In the room, we let Roger set the pace with me. I could tell that Lori and Doug just watched us and did what we did a few seconds later. Roger and I had a lot of interaction and soft muted conversation with each other, mostly words of love and affirmation about the universe.

Roger and I mated, his lingam and my yoni connecting in a beautiful experience. He was a delightful partner who understood a woman's body. He had my body resonating and singing as he touched me or moved within me. 

Next to us on the bed, Doug, Dee and Lori were falling deeper in love too in their threesome. Lori masturbated slowly as she watched our foursome, yet Doug and Dee both touched her all over, and included her in the kisses, rituals, and mental inclusion. We were all trying to apply what we'd learned that day, and I felt I had a master teaching me and I know Dee equally gave of herself to Doug.

Nothing was said about Lori having been with us. I think the idea that she didn't sexually interact with us made the fact that we'd attended the seminar as a threesome acceptable. Some of the class members knew we'd interacted with Roger and Dee, but no one said anything until dinner.

We met as a group for dinner, and then collectively talked about our experiences. I won't go into the various comments, but most of the class seemed interested in what had gone on in our room. I just smiled and said it was wonderful. Lori did the same, emphasizing that 'watching' a spiritual experience could be as uplifting as being part of one.

That night we were urged to repeat our lovemaking, and the men were urged especially to apply some of what they had talked about in their male-only session. Lori, Doug and I again made love, only this time, Doug seemed different. I didn't pay too much attention to the clock, but after a huge orgasm and his ejaculation into me, I realized my husband had been fucking Lori and me for almost two hours. We again slept intertwined, and I felt so satisfied with my husband, my daughter, and even myself. I found myself wishing that Ace, our son, had also come to the seminar. Instead I knew he was probably with his friends fucking up a storm in the house.

After a Sunday morning meditation and lecture, Roger and Dee suggested we join with someone in the group who we didn't know and try some of the techniques and philosophy of the seminar. The whole room made a sharp inhale at the idea of sanctioned infidelity; it made me realize how programmed we all are in some situations where the results could actually be quite lovely. Fran had alerted me to this possibility, yet suddenly I had a decision to make. The move was optional, but almost everyone seemed ready to mix. Only one couple opted out of the sharing exercise citing religious reasons, but fourteen others and we seemed eager to try the techniques on someone new.

I motioned to Doug, and he went and talked to a pretty brunette from our state, and after some conversation and even bowing to one another in important symbolic gestures, they went off to her room. I'd seen him eyeing her before, particularly since she was shapely and had generous breasts - Doug's favorite.

An older man with flecked gray hair came up to Lori, and invited her to experiment with him. He had looked like the most debonair man at the seminar, and might have been in his fifties. I liked that he might have been the oldest and wanted to couple with the youngest person there. I thought they'd make a nice couple. Lori apparently liked the looks of the man, so she went off to our room with him, a broad smile on her face. 

Before I realized it, a handsome man name Michael tapped me on the shoulder, "Sheri, isn't it? I'd love to experiment with you, if you're willing. I've watched you and feel a great connection between us, although you may not have felt it." He bowed, and I nodded back somewhat shyly.

Michael was about my age, over six feet, beautiful hair, a masculine smell, and he sported several impressive tattoos on one arm. He had a square jaw and dark eyes that drew me into him. I'd also read him as having a sensitive and compassionate personality.

I smiled and said, "I'd love to and I have felt your vibrations since we arrived, but I don't have a room. My daughter went off to use it with the dark haired man."

Michael looked around and spoke, "My wife is using our room with someone. I wondered if that was your daughter." We clearly had a dilemma.

Roger stepped forward and handed me a key, "Sheri, please use our room. It's a tad messy, but don't worry about that. You are a fabulous partner and deserve this opportunity with Michael. Don't even worry about a wet spot on the bed as we'll be leaving after the seminar ends." Roger laughed at his own ribald humor.

We graciously accepted the key and went off to the room.

Michael was a gentleman, and as it turned out his wife had gone off with Doug to their room. We laughed and commented about 'wife swapping.' I hinted that I understood more about that subject than I wanted to let on.

Michael and his wife Ann who was with Doug were the parents of two, and had been married for fifteen years. We talked briefly about our philosophies on life and love, and then the reasons we were at the seminar. As we did we started to touch each other with loving strokes, staying within each other's personal space as we'd been taught, and using tender and soft voices and responses to each other. Kisses followed and then our nudity, and a lot more tender and carefully placed touching. I had a jolt of joy as Michael's cock came into view; it was magnificent and I looked forward to our coupling in a few moments.

I did feel some inner vibrations about Michael, and a deeper connection with him than with an ordinary stranger. I guessed it was because we'd been in the same class for almost two days. We had oral sex for a while, and then made love using all the techniques and words we'd been taught. He was a gentle and attentive lover, and I praised him as he brought me to multiple orgasms as we rose up the spiritual ladder. We were both into it, and while we started a little stiffly with each other, trying to remember the rituals and the moves that would heighten our experience, we both relaxed into the lovemaking and our mutual passion and lust for one another.

Michael had a cock that brought delight to a woman. What I'd seen earlier had become engorged and swollen as I'd sucked and fondled him. Now, that swollen appendage had moved deep within me as we slowly moved with each other, and as we talked to our new lover. He pleased me. I pleased him.

After a little over an hour, we were done and had gone back to the classroom. Many others were already there, obviously finishing much faster than we did. 

Michael asked me whether Doug and I would be interested in continuing a relationship after the seminar, assuming that Doug and Ann felt similarly inclined. I smiled and told him that I would indeed, but let's see what our partners felt about the union. I hung on Michael's arm and kissed him several times to let him know that I'd fallen in puppy love with the gorgeous and sensitive man.

After everyone had returned, Roger talked about the natural attraction men and women have for each other, and how to manage our feelings to honor our inner selves and our regular partners, yet be open to new possibilities and opportunities with other people. He talked about the confusing feelings we must have been feeling to go off with a relative stranger and then be intimate with them in some way. Each person in the class commented on what they'd felt and experienced. I could tell that Doug had a good time and really liked Ann. I liked her too, particularly how she talked about having made love with my husband. They seemed to have that same 'puppy love' look in their eyes for each other.

Dee and Roger explained how in this setting, we established new boundaries for our partners that allowed new and unexpected behaviors, and now we had the option to further extend those boundaries or bring them back to where they'd been. A long discussion about open marriage and open relationships took place, although Doug, Lori, and I listened more than contributed. We were already practicing what was being talked about.

Many of the feelings expressed and emotions felt were raw and to the point. I felt good that Ann seemed to have had a good time with Doug, and that she wasn't at all upset that Michael had made love with me. I watched them carefully to be sure there were no hidden agenda items that might come up later. 

In the middle of the afternoon, the workshop ended. Everybody hugged and kissed everyone else, and then we started to head for a snack and our late checkout. 

As we collected our workbooks and notes, Ann and Michael came up to Doug, Lori, and me. Ann spoke first, "Sheri, I know we haven't had a chance to talk, but my husband really liked his time with you, and I must say Doug is a sweetheart. We would be honored to get together with you again - no hidden agendas, and we can enjoy this kind of connection with each other or just socialize. Personally, I would hope we could enjoy the deeper sexual connections we've felt with each other, but if you don't want to I understand." She turned to Lori, "And Lori we'd be delighted if you joined us as well."

Before I could respond, Lori said softly to Ann, "Would you both make love to me? I'd like that. I've watched how my parents respond to you, and I want some of what they're feeling about you. And, I know I speak for all of us, to reestablish the deep sexual connections between us would be wonderful."

Ann smiled and briefly turned to Michael, and then back to Lori, "If that's what would make you happy, by all means yes, we'd be honored to make love with you - both of us if that's alright." She turned to Doug and me, "And to make love with both of you. I'm excited at the prospect."

Lori smiled broadly indicating that was what she hoped for. I broke into a wide grin too.

Doug said smartly, "Well, then, I guess we'd better swap telephone numbers and addresses." I chuckled internally at his use of the word 'swap.'

There was a mad exchange of business cards, and other notes. Michael and Ann only lived about a half hour away from our home. As we talked, Lori went and sidled up to Michael and did a little come on to him. She didn't leave Ann out either. By the time we left, we were all eager to see each other again.

* * * * *

In the car driving home from the seminar my daughter, husband, and I shared the most intimate details of our alone time with supposed strangers, including how we'd reacted and enjoyed things. 

Doug held back at first, and it wasn't because he was driving. He listened to Lori and I being very explicit about each of the men we were intimate with. Lori described her older man, and how well endowed he was, so much so that she worried at first about fucking with him. He must have sensed that, because she told us he went very slowly and carefully with her even though after a while she reassured him that she was good to go at full speed.

I talked about Michael, and how well he'd done in eating me and the talented use of his tongue even after we coupled when we were French kissing and touching each other's erogenous zones. I described the three largest orgasms I had in the short time in detail, comparing them to three that Lori had with her input, of course.

After Lori and I assaulted him with questions, Doug finally described Ann's luscious body, and how pleased he'd been to finally sink his lingam into her yoni after a half-hour of Tantric foreplay. We had to pull out of him that he'd been quite successful at delivering orgasms to her, and that he'd had three Tantric orgasms in the one hour they'd been together, only actually cumming on the last one by agreement with her. I could tell he was proud of his accomplishment, and could hardly wait to try the techniques on me now that he'd achieved some mastery.

We'd each had a good time and enjoyed the 'strange' as Doug called it. We agreed that some additional intimate time with Michael and Ann would be a nice activity, particularly if sex were involved.

We chatted about some of the other precepts taught in the seminar, each of weighing in on the favorite parts of the weekend. Doug was not a tofu fan, so commented on that, but loved finding a new partner in Ann. I weighed in again on Michael.

Lori got to Doug when she told him that having him fuck her was the highlight of the whole time. She said, "I love you so much, and you making love to me the Tantric way was such a validation of all the years we've spent together. I felt so loved by you. I hope it's not the last time either. Next time, I want you to finish inside me if it's alright with Mom."

I commented, "It's fine with me so long as he doesn't throw me to the curb because he suddenly has open access to a sexy nineteen year old that's a younger version of me." I added, "I wish I'd been so sexually free when I was your age. I had to wait two decades to wake up to everything I'd been missing. We can all thank our Uncle Steve for that."

Both Doug and Lori assured me that although they would make love, there was nothing in their make up that made them want to exclude me. Both said they would prefer a threesome with the three of us rolling around in our large bed making love, and I got off thinking about that possibility.

After those revelations, Lori ended a long silence with another piece of startling news. She leaned over the front seats from the back and said, "Errr, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but Ace and I connected for the first time last Thursday. I had sex with my brother."

I reached over and touched Doug. I needed to remind him in that touch not to respond like Attila the Hun or an overly protective father. He instantly got the message and stopped whatever he had started to say mid word.

I asked softly, "Did you have a good experience with each other?"

Lori responded thoughtfully. "Yes. We care about each other - a lot, but this was different. This was a different kind of love and I admit a heavy dose of lust. He was very tender with me, and I didn't feel he was trying to be the macho man he sometimes tries to be when his guy friends are around."

"Will you do it again?"

To be continued



Turnaround Marriage Ch. 03







Turnaround Marriage Ch. 03



Another round of questions resulted from both Lori and Ace: Could Lori have open sex with Steve in that setting? (Yes.) Is there some limit we had for them in terms of sex or other behavior at the wedding and party? (None, except limiting booze and no drugs.) Could the two of them stay together? (Yes, but no open sex between them where others could see; and none with us either.) Could Ace make love to some of the women Steve lived with? (Yes, if they consented. He'd seen pictures and knew how lovely they were). What kind of a family lifestyle would we as a family now have? (Long discussion that didn't start to address all the answers to just that one question.)

We all went to bed early. Ace and Lori went to her bedroom obviously to make love and then sleep together. They were so cute together, and the aura of love around the two of them was palpable and beautiful.

Doug and I had a plain old ordinary fuck before going to sleep. We resolved to come back to the Tantric tenets the next day.

* * * * *

Two weeks later on Friday night I had a surprise for Doug and Lori, and an interesting introduction for Ace.

When they arrived home from work and school, Michael and Ann, the couple we'd connected so well with at the Tantric Workshop, were there in our living room drinking wine with me, and I had an informal dinner all but ready to serve. My family was astounded, and greeted the new friends we hadn't seen in months like long lost lovers.

Ace came in moments later and met the couple, and we all shared a cocktail before heading to the dining room.

Just as our conversation started, Michael raced out to his car and returned with a large cubic cardboard box. A large white bow sat atop the box. He set it on the coffee table.

Michael said, "This is from Ann and me to your family, and we give it with love, fond memories, and hopes for a long and loving friendship. We hope whenever you see it or think of it that you will think of the heightened and erotic times we shared and may share in the future." He indicated that Doug and I should open the box.

Inside the box, carefully wrapped, was a beautiful statue of a sitting Buddha, perhaps the founder of the Tantric movement that in western civilization is referred to as Neo-Tantra as we'd learned in our seminar.

"It's beautiful." I held up the statue for all to see. "I want it right where we can see it every day – many times a day." I had Doug hold it while I cleared a space right in the middle of the mantle over our fireplace hearth in the living room. This was the most central location in the house, and everyone would see it many times a day.

Doug exuded his thanks to the couple for their thoughtfulness. He spoke about how we were still learning and practicing the techniques, prayer rituals, and mindfulness we were taught at the Workshop, and how this could now provide a focal point for our thinking and meditations.

Dinner was an animated and open discussion, even talking about how successful we each were in applying the techniques and philosophies we'd learned a couple of weeks earlier. As we talked, I think the couple was impressed with how much Lori learned in the class. Moreover, they were doubly impressed that Ace had learned so much from the tutoring he'd gotten from each member of our family. They accepted him as a full-fledged Neo-Tantric practitioner, although he demurred.

After dinner, we did a quick clean up, and then we migrated to our living room. I dimmed the lights, but found I could adjust one light so it just shone on the Buddha statue and seemed to scatter its light and energy throughout the room.

Ann went to Doug and the pair kissed quite passionately.

I flowed into Michael's arms also sharing a passionate embrace and kisses.

Lori and Ace stood in the doorway to the living room watching us, and I guess they were wondering what to do – whether to stay or whether to disappear.

Michael extended his hand to my daughter. "Lori, I promised that we would make love to you when we saw you next, and to tell the truth I've been looking forward to it. Please don't leave and please don't feel uncomfortable. Join us; make a threesome."

Lori came and joined Michael and me, and he kissed her quite tenderly. I could see her responding, and also putting her head into the right frame of mind for our elevated sexual magic.

I head Doug and Ann whispering, and then Ann said, "Ace, please come and be with your father and me. I would like to share myself with you and have you share yourself and your sexual energy with me. I promise a good experience for both os us – all of us."

Ace still looked uncertain until Ann turned and went to Ace. She embraced him, and then kissed him in a way that left no doubt about the arc of the rest of the evening. Knowing my son and husband, Ann was in for a rare treat.

We made love to each other. To say we paired off would be a mistake. The six of us formed two threesomes and made love to one another. At first Michael paid attention to either Lori or me, as either Doug or Ace went through the steps of foreplay and preparation with Ann.

When lingams entered yonis the other partner in each threesome moved to hold and stroke the female in an erotic way for the other. As Doug's long cock pierced Ann, Ace was beside them on the sofa holding Ann and stroking her upper body as she practiced her mindfulness. She opened her eyes finally and took ahold of Ace's swollen cock, and started to suck and lick his stick in a most erotic way. I wondered how large my son could get as he swelled with lust.

Of course, as I watched that threesome, Michael had penetrated Lori, and as the two talked about being in the Awareness State, I held Lori for him, stroking her breasts, and watching their sexual interaction. I whispered words of love and support to both of them.

We were in a heightened state of sensitivity and awareness, including on a spiritual level. We really did connect in mind, body, and spirit, on multiple dimensions. Our Kundalini energies were in a high state, and flowing in the room.

Michael moved to couple with me, and I lay on the sofa beside Ann as my husband slowly stroked into her sexy body. There was a mountain of sexual energy in the room. Michael penetrated into me, and I groaned in joy and satisfaction. Lori knelt next to me and kissed both Michael and me. 

Ace was between Ann and me, and he'd been paying attention to her, but he shifted and started to spend some of his time with me. I leaned over and pulled his cock to my lips so that I could blow him as he fondled my tits as Michael fucked me.

Lori moved around to be with Doug and Ann, kissing the two of them and after a request from her, straddling Ann's head so she could eat her pussy. The angles were just right so that Doug and Lori could kiss as Ann munched on Lori's cunt.

A few orgasms passed by everyone. Doug had one but didn't ejaculate meaning that after a minute he could start right back up again. He delivered several more to Ann, some with Lori's hand frantically rubbing Ann's clit until she climaxed. 

Ann pushed Doug away finally, "I need a rest. You're too good. Fuck Lori. Do Lori; I want to see the two of you together and sharing your energies."

Without a tick, Lori lay on the sofa next to Ann, and Doug slowly sank into her body. The two talked about the spiritual connection they were forming, and how important and alive the flow of energy between them was. 

For all that we'd talked about, I was surprised that Doug had decided to fuck his daughter in front of relative strangers. The act was beautiful and tender, particularly when Lori started to achieve high-state orgasms that pulled the sexual and spiritual energy of the whole room to a new level.

Michael came inside me, but it was a dry orgasm, so after a couple of minutes he started up again. At that point he extracted from me and pointed to Ann. She moved in a way that he could now sexually join with his wife, although it wasn't for long.

Lori left Doug and motioned to Michael, and he again buried himself deep inside her, this time obviously with the intent of finishing a serious orgasm inside her quim. 

As they started moving into each other, Ann turned to Ace and kissed him. She told him, "I want to see you join with Sheri; please fuck your mother."

Ace didn't need a second invitation. He was inside me in two seconds, and this time what we'd been teaching him about slow steady strokes as you focused on certain things, went out the window. Ace wanted to cum, and two minutes later after fucking me with the energy of a runaway locomotive, he came inside me – filling my cunt with his cum. I came too; how could I resist such energy and focus.

After a moment, Ace slowly pulled out of me. Ann was on his cock instantly sucking him back to life, and then she turned her attention to me. Ace said, "I thought I was supposed to do that."

Ann broke away a second and just muttered, "Next time," and went back to some of the best sapphic sex I'd had since I'd last seen Fran. Well, except for what Lori did for me. This girl was a natural. I came twice more before I stopped her. 

The only reason I stopped her was so we could watch Lori and Doug complete their sharing of bodies with each other. I doubt they knew we were in the room by then; they peaked and then held each other for a long time. I knew that their minds had merged, and now they were reclaiming their own personalities so they could return and be with us.

The couple parted, and Doug instantly moved down and lapped up his own cum from his daughter's pussy. Lori allowed herself two more orgasms. Before her second, Ann had moved to her with a mouthful of her brother's cum that she'd sucked from my pussy. The two shared the cum, snowballing the wodge back and forth for a minute. My God, this was a hot night.

As Doug finished up, he glanced at me and I nodded at Ann. Doug returned to Ann's arms and soon they were coupled again, and fucking, as beside me Michael again sank his cock into Lori. The pace seemed slower and more measured this time. I could tell each couple was taking time to do their mental homework as we'd been taught.

Ann soared into some rare place in the Universe where peace and passion merge. She started to have orgasm after orgasm, helped along by Doug's fingers and attentive nature. She got into an orgasmic flow where she peaked and stayed there for a long time, and they couple fucked. Doug was in his sexual space too. Eventually, both Ann and Doug came together, meaning he poured a gallon of his beautiful cum into her yoni in a way that filled her to capacity.

A minute later Doug pulled away and went to clean up his fluids as we'd been taught in the seminar, but Ace was there faster than any of us could blink. He said, "I want to do this. I love Ann, and I relish the opportunity to be with her in this way."

I thought the house must have glowed because we were giving off so much unconditional love for one another. I alone felt on a high as though I had been dosed on the world's most powerful pleasure giving drug.

We had another round that was equally as challenging and as sexy. Again, everyone came multiple times, even the men. Eventually, we ran out of steam. I was surprised that it was only midnight. Michael and Ann seemed as ecstatic as I was at the evening's festivities.

As we sat back to relax and savor our afterglows, I served tea to everyone, treating the service much like a Japanese tea ceremony. I might have pulled it off except we were all naked, and the room smelled of sex – a delightful aroma I hoped would never leave my house.

As we sat, Ann said, "I am impressed and pleased at the openness your family chose to share with us. By that I mean that you and your children are lovers, as you are with us. You needn't fear that we will mention what happened tonight to anyone."

Michael spoke up, "Yes, I love you all, and please feel relaxed in the trust you extended to us. We will not violate that in any way." He smiled, "More over, we hope the four of you will come to our home in a couple of weeks to enjoy a repeat of our love ceremony for each other."

We agreed we would, and thanked them for their silence about our intimacy. 

Michael dressed to drive home. Ann announced that she was only going to wear her shoes. She said, "The car will be warm and it's dark out. Besides I might want to work on my husband's cock as he drives or masturbate in the seat beside him." She gave Michael a lecherous grin. He rolled his eyes, and the couple left our home with Ann strolling down our front path naked and sexy. 

Doug took Lori to our bedroom and cuddled her into him as they went to sleep. It was the first time they would sleep alone together. I wasn't concerned because I was wrapped in Ace's arms and feeling his love and horniness again. In fact, I felt his horniness so much, that I raised my leg and he penetrated me from the back and fucked me until we both had one last orgasm for the night. I fell asleep with his cock deep inside me.

The next day as I meditated in front of the Buddha statue in the living room, I mentally and spiritually elevated to a place where I felt the love from so many people. I radiated that love back to them with every pore of my body, with my mind, and with my soul. 



To be continued



Turnaround Marriage Ch. 04



These chapters taken together overlap the following genres on this site: erotic coupling, incest (heavy), group, romantic, lesbian, anal, loving wives, and mature. Because of the overall nature of my sister's autobiography, all chapters have been posted under Loving Wives. 

I enticed my sister Sheri to tell how her family started to swing with mine, and how they broke out of their marriage malaise with a lot of incest and group sex play that expanded to include many people over a couple of years. Because I was part of it, I wrote my recounting about the start of their transition in Sisters, Friends and Lovers, Chapters 19 and 26 particularly. I got a lot of fan mail wanting to hear more about these relationships, particularly my time with my niece Lori, thus I asked Sheri to write up her description of events. Read Sheri's account and you'll get more details of our interaction (including Lori and me), particularly at my wedding. Sheri asked that I publish it in a few readable chapters as I did for Sheila's memoir (see Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos, also published under my name by girlfriend Sheila's request). Sheri didn't want to be graded or get hurtful comments so those options are removed. Here's Sheri's story. Regards, Steve 





Turnaround Marriage Ch. 04



We kicked around the idea of doing porn videos, something Sheila had gotten involved in a few months earlier. She'd had fun doing the films, and now they were apparently doing well in the adult entertainment market. Sheila had expressed an interest in doing more films, and would probably do so if her director asked her to come back to Los Angeles to do more videos. (See the Literotica story Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos, for more details about Sheila and her work in this industry.)

We could have kept going, but Happy Hour arrived and the others pulled us into their circle for drinks and dinner, and then we were dancing and carrying on with everyone else in The Family and those that just decided we were so much fun so they joined in, like Toby and his pretty wife Andrianna.

I saw Steve and Lori dancing really close and making out on the dance floor. When I had an opportunity I urged Steve to take care of Lori that evening and not worry about me. He got the message, and promised me time the next day.

I went off with Bob and Pete, Pam's husband and lover, for a couple of hours and since Doug and I had tried anal sex, I let the two men DP me. They knew what they were doing, and made the two hours we fucked a truly erotic and memorable experience in the nicest of ways. 

Afterwards, I came back to the pool to recuperate. I also spent time in the hot tub too with my ass right against one of the warm jets until I got my sea legs back. After that, Mike made a successful pass at me, and we went off for the rest of the evening. He was Brenda's husband, but I think she'd scored Matt.

The next morning I found Steve and Lori at the breakfast buffet. They'd spent the night together, and Lori had stars in her eyes for Steve again. I know she took the commitment ceremony very seriously, and so this was a great occasion for her to further cement her love and deep feelings for her Uncle Steve. Steve obviously had deep feelings for Lori too, and I know she was picking up on those vibes. Since they'd both gone through the Tantric workshop, I could only guess the spiritual high they achieved in their lovemaking.

At one point I heard Steve telling Lori to be an 'Ethical Slut' as she grew older. Now that got my attention, so I joined into their discussion mainly to listen. Steve explained, "Two women wrote a book entitled The Ethical Slut. They write that in this liberated time and honoring sexual equality, a woman can choose exactly how she wants to live, and if that is having wild indiscriminate sex, then so be it. They decided they were ethical sluts in that case. If one chooses to be monogamous and conservative, then so be it too. There is no right answer for everyone, but each woman needs to make a conscious decision about her own behavior and life principles, taking into account the impacts on those around her and how she'll be viewed. Whatever she decides is the 'right' answer for her."

Lori said, "What about guys?"

Steve said, "We have it easier. We're expected to whore around without much impact on our reputations. Guys are naturally slutty." He laughed.

Lori said, "What about you and living with the sisters and everyone, and then how they also sleep with the other men in The Family and men in your swingers group?"

"I guess in a way they've all decided to be 'Ethical Sluts.' I love their decision, because we wouldn't have The Family otherwise. It defines our lifestyle."

"Isn't the term 'lifestyle' reserved for being a swinger?" I asked.

Steve thought. "I suppose that's one primary meaning these days, but I use it a little more broadly. I guess it can include swinging, and we enjoy that once in a while too, but it also describes living in the polyamorous family we've formed and seem so happy with."

Lori asked, "Am I too young to be in your family?"

Steve was taken aback by her question. He responded, "Darling, I love you dearly, and I even wanted you in my commitment ceremony and I meant every word I said to you. Based on that commitment, if you didn't think you were in The Family before, you certainly are now. You have an education to complete and I would hope you'd do some individual things for yourself without the yoke of The Family tying you down. But, yes, when you're ready we'll be ready for you and welcome you with open arms - and any time in between when you're on vacation or taking a break. We all love you and we're committed to you."

Lori launched herself from her chair into Steve's lap and smothered him with kisses. "Oh, God, I love you so." She had tears in her eyes. She muttered, "I talked to Ivy yesterday, and she's only twenty four, and she's like me - head over heels in love with you. I think she's my role model in The Family, at least because she's closest to my age ... but then all the other women are my role models too."

Steve smiled. Ivy was a beauty with long brown hair, a magnificent figure - like Lori, and a beautiful and spiritual personality that made her glow and pulled the people she interacted with into her halo of peace and beauty and unconditional love. Like me, she was also a slut who loved to fuck or make out with available men or women.

Steve speculated, "When you live with us, you're apt to be the youngest. You might want to think about what that might mean." He was trying to open her eyes to the reality of joining his little love cult. Matt had called it Steve's harem, but I know Steve didn't like that terminology.

Steve looked at me, "I think I know what you're thinking. We would take care of Lori just as we care for Ivy and for each other." He turned back to Lori and explained, "Ivy is a very unique young woman. She graduated from college at eighteen, is a championship skier, she wrote a best selling novel at age twenty, does fashion and figure modeling, and she's psychic about some things."

Lori said, "Oh, dear. I had no idea she was that accomplished. I thought she was just a ski bunny that fell in with you guys out in Colorado."

Steve chuckled, "Well, she is that, but she's working on another novel, will probably be in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue next January, and she's just become an adjunct professor at Harvard to teach a graduate course on psychic phenomena and the research that's been conducted on it."

Lori looked and sounded so dejected, "Oh, I am so outclassed. She didn't tell me any of this."

"She's very modest. I think that's one of the reasons she fits into The Family so well." Steve paused, "Look, Lori, you don't have to be Superwoman to be a member of The Family or to have me love you. I already love you, so you're past that big hurdle. Think about Loren - she's a little older but content working in the art store and studio with Fran - and that's all Fran too does except love me. Neither are rocket scientists, yet I love them just as much as Ivy and as I love you." He kissed the tip of Lori's nose.

Lori brightened some, "Thank you. You always know just the right thing to say. I know I shouldn't compare myself to others, that's what Mom is always telling me."

I nodded; pleased that she'd actually remembered one of the snippets of advice I'd given her over the years.

Just at that instant, Loren and Ivy came up the path past the Tiki Hut holding hands and looking like fashion models that Ivy certainly was. They both looked so cute and pert - and very naked. They both kissed everybody at the table, and then joined us. They'd been up early and taken a long walk down the beach.

Ivy giggled, "I think we walked too far. We got way down past another resort, only we were nude and everyone up on the breakfast terrace of the place was dressed. I think we caused a scene."

Loren nodded in agreement and with a laugh said, "Maybe we'll go the other way tomorrow morning and see if we can stir up trouble in that direction."

Steve pulled Loren to him for a kiss. "Honey, how would you have responded to all this a year ago?" I knew he was asked her that question for Lori's benefit.

Loren looked at Steve, and then me and Lori. She sensed he was making a point, but she instantly got a tear in her eyes. She told us, "I was a virgin. I wouldn't have ventured out of my room in anything but Capris or slacks and a long sleeve top that showed absolutely no cleavage. If someone had even hinted at a kiss, I would have blushed scarlet and run for the hills. I certainly wouldn't have gone to the party, nor made love a dozen times."

I said, "Oh, a dozen times?"

Loren smiled, her mood lightening, "I meant with a dozen men - or maybe it was more. I haven't been counting, but it's been quite a few, and I love it. Anyway, I've had at least a hundred orgasms. Fran taught me how to be multi-orgasmic when they loosened me up and got me out of my conservative rut."

I tried to calculate how many men I'd been with since we arrived in St Maartens, but I lost count around a dozen too. I guessed we were about even.

Ace and Marge showed up. She looked radiant, and freshly showered, but it didn't hide the latent lust she exhibited, or the recently fucked look on her face. Ace looked proud that he'd found such a unique woman to join with. I wondered about the attraction between the two - talk about a May and December match. I wondered what had happened to Marge's husband.

After breakfast, a group went into town to shop, so I went with them. Lori and Fran were with us, and we had a grand time and did a lot of girl bonding. I think it was on that trip I felt like a 'sister' for the first time. I almost cried I was so happy.

My happiness went through the roof after a riotous dinner full of fun and laughter, when Steve found me. He came up to me and took my hand. He didn't even say anything; he just took my hand as we stood there with many others listening to one of the bands belt out a number.

When they were through he led me away from the throng, along a lighted path and down to the beach. In one of the cabanas there was one candle in a holder flickering in the sea breeze. The night was warm. Steve had obviously set this up.

Again, without words, Steve lay me down on the large chaise in the cabana, and started to kiss me with the most magnificent kisses I'd ever felt. They were wonderful and they transported me across the Caribbean Sea to one of the star systems on the horizon.

Even greater and more erotic pleasure found me on that distant planet when Steve's tongue slipped into my slit along with three of his fingers that sank into my now dripping pussy. I was so ready for this man to love me. I'd really wanted nothing more for weeks knowing we'd have these minutes this celebratory week when he got married.

This beautiful man made love to my pussy in every imaginable way for a long time. I kept cresting in orgasms, and each one took me to a higher and higher plane in the universe of love. I wanted to please him too, but when I told him that he just whispered 'Later.'

Fireworks of joy and ecstasy went off in my head and in my soul as Steve slowly entered me with his swollen cock. Finally, we were coupled and we were as one in mind, body, and spirit in all the dimensions of the universe. My mind soared further, to the edge of the limitless universe and back. I knew what heaven was like. The peaks were mind-blowingly awesome, and I did see fireworks and stars and planets. And I did feel surrounded in the deepest and most wonderful love any person could possibly imagine.

Somehow, I hope, I communicated my joy and happiness and love to Steve. I know we made love for a long time. Steve brought me dozens of orgasms until I peaked on one and didn't come down for hours as we made love over and over. I know he came many times in our connection, also filling me with his sacred juices repeatedly as the night wore on.

Eventually, he embraced me and spooned me to his body, covering us from the damp night air in some large towels. We slept locked together, his cock in my pussy - his lingam in my yoni. This was the peak of all peak experiences in my life. I was so lucky and so thankful, my gratitude spilled over to everyone on the planet. I cried with joy.

When I awoke, Steve was making love to me again, and dawn was just awakening the seashore. I know we'd only slept a few hours, but I felt so rested and invigorated about life. I turned and we kissed and kissed, as we loved and loved, Steve again leaving huge deposits of his semen deep within me each time he came.

After enjoying our afterglows, we walked naked down to the water and waded in, finally swimming in the warm and welcoming sea, coming together often and kissing as our nude bodies slid against one another. It was so sexy and so romantic, even with the emerging daylight.

Steve told me over and over again how much he loved me and wanted me in his life and in his Family. I never wanted to leave his arms, but as I awoke with the rising sun, I knew we both had to be more practical about our lives and the other people we also loved.

Steve and I dried off and went up to the Tiki Hut to have an early breakfast. We were the first there that morning. 

To my surprise Doug and Fran joined us. They too had stars in their eyes for each other, and they had spent the night together in our room. Steve seemed to know that. We talked about our love affairs with each other, and how we all felt we wanted to be together more often now that we'd established these deep connections. 

Amazingly, we finished breakfast without seeing any of the others from the wedding party, so we went back to the cabana, and this time the four of us made love with each other. Again, it was beautiful. After our climaxes we dozed in each other's arms. Eventually, we got up for the day and went to find the others.

The rest of the party week continued the theme of open sex and swinging, although everything seemed anticlimactic to my evening, night, and morning with Steve. I laughed a lot and did have erotic fun and great sex the entire time. Steve and I did connect again, but it was in a large group setting in one of the rooms and the mood was completely different but still joyous.

As we sat at the airport waiting for our flight back to Chicago, I made a secret list on my iPhone of the men I'd made love with since arriving: Doug, Steve, Ace, Matt, Aidan, Ned, Ron, Jeremy, Dave, Mike, Bob, Pete, Malcomb, Chip, Lyle, Bowman - all from the wedding party, and Toby, Simon, Andy, John, Lou, and Art who were just other guests at the resort. I'd also eaten a lot of pussy, and sucked in a lot of cum from various vaginas, mostly Steve's family. I smiled. I was one grateful camper as well as a bona fide slut.

I was also the happiest I think I'd ever been. I told Doug about my list and my status as Super Slut. He laughed and when asked counted up a similar number of women that included Fran, Sheila, Ally, Jane, Marge, Ivy, Loren, Val, René, Jean, Andrianna, Betty Sue, Ginny, Nel, Barbie, Brite, Zoey, Kristen, Pam, Brenda, and of course Lori. I think he'd nailed every woman in the primary wedding party and then some. Pretty good for two people who'd spent most of their life locked up in suburban chastity belts going without much love or fun until only months earlier.





Turnaround Marriage Ch. 04



Doug rolled his eyes, and Lori looked interested.





Turnaround Marriage Ch. 05



These chapters taken together overlap the following genres on this site: erotic coupling, incest (heavy), group, romantic, lesbian, anal, loving wives, and mature. Because of the overall nature of my sister's autobiography, all chapters have been posted under Loving Wives. 

I enticed my sister Sheri to tell how her family started to swing with mine, and how they broke out of their marriage malaise with a lot of incest and group sex play that expanded to include many people over a couple of years. Because I was part of it, I wrote my recounting about the start of their transition in Sisters, Friends and Lovers, Chapters 19 and 26 particularly. I got a lot of fan mail wanting to hear more about these relationships, particularly my time with my niece Lori, thus I asked Sheri to write up her description of events. Read Sheri's account and you'll get more details of our interaction (including Lori and me), particularly at my wedding. Sheri asked that I publish it in a few readable chapters as I did for Sheila's memoir (see Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos, also published under my name by girlfriend Sheila's request). Sheri didn't want to be graded or get hurtful comments so those options are removed. Here's Sheri's story. Regards, Steve 





Turnaround Marriage Ch. 05



After I got home, I called Doug. He'd already had dinner, and was back in his hotel room. I described my night pretending to be an older co-ed at the Delt House Party, and I know I was so descriptive that he came twice while I told him fuck-by-fuck about my previous evening. A few times he laughed.

I asked, "Are you sure you're alright we what I did, and with me or us having this sexually open marriage."

Doug assured me, "If you had a good time, I'm happy and want you to continue. I just don't want either of us to do something that impugns your reputation around our neighborhood or our circle of friends, or that impacts our work. It sounds like you were sort of close to that boundary last night."

"Yeah, I was. I felt a little guilty about the gangbang, but it was fun. As I told you, my connection to Lori, Matt, and Kurt never got made. A few people know that they came and fucked around with me, but then so did most of the fraternity house including many of their dates. I could have just wandered in off the street as far as they know."

Doug recommended, "Well, maybe you should cool it around that campus for a while. As for me, I wish I'd been there too. I would have loved to have been number twenty or whatever."

"You can be number twenty when you get home, unless I find a couple more studs between now and then. Tonight, I'm going to stay in and rest my pussy ... except I might pull out my big vibrator and ..."

"God, Sheri. You're going to make me cum a third time if you keep that up. You go play with yourself. I'm going to go to bed early. I have a breakfast meeting with a couple of people early tomorrow before our class starts. One of them is a good looking woman too."

"Oh goody. Maybe you'll get some fresh pussy while you're on your trip."

Doug laughed and said, "I doubt it, but we'll see." After pledging our love to each other we ended the call.

I did use my big dildo on my pussy, but then so did Matt and Kurt who came back to the house with Lori about nine. They found me in bed watching a porn flick on my iPad with the dildo twisting in my pussy.

I did not end up resting my pussy that night. I had about ten very pleasant orgasms, and got fucked four times – twice by each guy. I also had several sapphic encounters with Lori, and she got fucked a couple of times too. The upshot of it all was a happy evening that satisfied my needs and enabled me to go to sleep next to Lori about midnight.

The next night, when I tried to call Doug he wasn't in his room so I left a message. I hinted about what had happened the previous night with Lori, Matt, and Kurt. 

About eleven o'clock the phone rang; it was Doug. "Hi Honey."

"Sorry I missed your call earlier. I was out with a friend."

"Was this friend female, perhaps the good-looking woman you were to have breakfast with?"

"Yes."

"And did you find a special chemistry with this woman?"

"Yes."

"And did you end up back in your hotel room for a night cap after dinner?"

"Yes," Doug laughed.

"And in the process of the night cap did a few of her clothes fall off of her good-looking body."

"Most certainly, yes."

"And did you spot a hole that needed plugging after the clothes had been set aside."

"I did actually; yes."

"And did you use your long, hard cock to plug that hole?"

"Yes," more laughter.

"And did a certain amount of moaning and thrashing around on the bed take place during the plugging process?" I chided.

"Yes. You sure know just the right questions to ask to uncover my evening's activities. I guess I can't hide anything from you."

I chuckled, "I'm glad you found a friend. A fuck buddy?"

"Sort of. Her name is Laura and she works at Fidelity, but guess where."

"Well from that lead in, I'd have to guess Chicago."

"You win." Doug paused and then went on, "Your prize is that you're going to meet her soon. She doesn't know how open we are, but I sense she's pretty liberal about life. What did Steve call it – being an 'ethical slut.' Anyway, we hit it off at breakfast, had lunch together and that begat our dinner date, and that resulted in her coming back to my room last night and our lovemaking session."

"Did you turn on your charm?" I teased.

I actually turned on all the Tantric love processes and wooed her. We spent two hours in foreplay, and two hours making love. I think I wore the poor girl out."

"What's she look like?"

"Ah ha! I knew you'd ask me that question. Go to the computer and go to your Dropbox account."

A few seconds later, up on the computer screen came a snapshot Doug had put in my mailbox. Laura was a knock out, about our age, with large melons with large dark areolas, and pussy hair. The photo was a nude shot, apparently on Doug's hotel bed. She looked alluring and sexy, with a bushy pussy that looked a little matted, damp, and used.

"How'd you ever get her to let you take that picture? It's pretty explicit. There was a lot of trust there, particularly for a first date."

"I think she'd had a little too much to drink and she probably felt a little numb from about ninety minutes of straight up fucking in every position we could think of. She was insatiable. Also, I knew her slightly before we ended up in Boston together, but only as a distant business acquaintance. I'd met her at a couple of local investment seminars, with only a cursory introduction. We were both pleasantly surprised at how our chemistry blossomed during the day."

"What else do you know about her?"

"I think she's married, although you wouldn't have known it earlier this evening. I didn't want to confront her, so I just let things unfold. We carefully didn't mention spouses or children at all. She's smart too; knows her stuff in business, and is a quick study on the new investment instruments we've been learning about. Oh, yes, she's multi-orgasmic and loved the Tantric approach to lovemaking. She's already told me she wants to get together often when we're back home."

"Bring her home, here to the house, but don't say anything about us. Can you do that real soon?"

"Yes, I can. I wanted you to meet her, but ... well, I won't question your plan, but from the tone of your voice I sense you have something diabolical rolling around in your head. I thought I'd try to get her to come over Saturday night, but I wanted to check with you first."

"Let's do it, and yes, I thought of way to tease her. I'll tell you when you get home; I need to develop the idea a little further."

To be continued



Turnaround Marriage Ch. 06



These chapters taken together overlap the following genres on this site: erotic coupling, incest (heavy), group, romantic, lesbian, anal, loving wives, and mature. Because of the overall nature of my sister's autobiography, all chapters have been posted under Loving Wives. 

I enticed my sister Sheri to tell how her family started to swing with mine, and how they broke out of their marriage malaise with a lot of incest and group sex play that expanded to include many people over a couple of years. Because I was part of it, I wrote my recounting about the start of their transition in Sisters, Friends and Lovers, Chapters 19 and 26 particularly. I got a lot of fan mail wanting to hear more about these relationships, particularly my time with my niece Lori, thus I asked Sheri to write up her description of events. Read Sheri's account and you'll get more details of our interaction (including Lori and me), particularly at my wedding. Sheri asked that I publish it in a few readable chapters as I did for Sheila's memoir (see Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos, also published under my name by girlfriend Sheila's request). Sheri didn't want to be graded or get hurtful comments so those options are removed. Here's Sheri's story. Regards, Steve 





Turnaround Marriage Ch. 06



Laura moved to David, "Hi, Honey. I'm so glad you're here. This is my friend Doug. I asked him to wait with me, and then join us for dinner." She moved in for a kiss from her husband.

Laura's words penetrated into David's brain enough before he got to the couple so that he didn't punch Doug. Apparently, he didn't know how to respond. He'd just seen his wife obviously kissing Doug, Doug had his hand 'way' up her short skirt, but she was friendly with him to the point of having had her hand on his leg, yet she seemed her normal loving self with him.

David stuttered, "I ... Hi ... You let him have his hand on your leg, and it looked like he kissed you. What were you doing?" He had anger in his tone. Doug stepped back slightly.

"I wanted him to touch me, and he did kiss me. He's nice and I like him. I'll explain in a moment. I'm starved and we have a table waiting; let's get seated and we can talk. I asked for a view out the back towards the lake, although it's getting pretty dark out but we'll have a view for another half hour or so."

Laura just walked off towards the restaurant side of the establishment. David didn't know what to do, so he fell in behind her with an exasperated look on his face. Doug followed, even catching a nasty glance from David as he did.

When they were out of sight, I slipped out from behind the partition near the restrooms where I'd been watching and listening. I could see them take the window table we'd reserved. Laura told the men where to sit, putting Doug beside her and David opposite her 'so they could talk.' They got their menus, and I could see a fourth menu was left for me. That must have puzzled David because we'd agreed that no one would say anything about my presence.

I gave them a minute for small talk, and then I sashayed across the restaurant to join the three of them. I gave Doug and Laura each a peck on the cheek and took a seat next to David.

"Hi, you must be David. You're much cuter in the flesh than the photo Laura showed me." On that note, I leaned in a kissed David. He'd been looking at me somewhat amazed that some woman had suddenly joined their party, so I actually was able to get to his lips with a pretty good kiss. I didn't just peck at him either; I tried to milk a long sensuous kiss out of it, but he ended it prematurely.

Before David could speak, I blew Doug a kiss across the table, "Hi Darling. Tough day?" Our idea was to co-opt the table dialogue before David could start blasting questions at Laura, yet steer the conversation in a desired direction.

Doug gave me an air kiss back, "Yeah, but it's all better now that you and Laura are here. I got to spend part of the day working with her, so that gave me all sorts of pleasant things to think about the rest of the day."

David blurted out to Doug, "You know my wife from work?" There was a tone of pissed-off disbelief in his voice. After all, about all he knew of Doug was his name, that he'd had his hand up his wife's short skirt, and that he seemed to have just kissed her too.

Doug explained, "Well, she's with Fidelity and I handle private client investments and estate planning for high end clients. We move a lot of business her way, especially now that Fidelity has all these new products we both learned about in Boston last week."

We'd rehearsed that statement a few times because it would impress David that Doug wasn't a sleazy unemployed gigolo, and it would also drop on him the presence of the two of them in Boston together.

David sputtered some more at Doug, his mood softening, "You were in Boston with Laura?"

I jumped in, "Yes. Isn't it great that they found each other a thousand miles from here when we all live so near each other." I gave a big smile, obviously glad that everyone had connected.

David was having trouble getting his mind about things. He'd start to say something to one of us, but then his brain would jump before he could get the thought out. By now, he'd also realized his wife's boobs were pretty much on display to the entire restaurant, although the crowd had thinned out and the lights were dim. When he turned to me, I could see his pupils bulge as he took in my shapely tits. I hoped he was getting a hard on.

Doug said in a friendly tone, "Laura told me you handle the tough engineering problems for heavy equipment manufacturers and their customers - robotics too, and things like that. Did I get that right?"

David sat back, still a little in shock at the last few minutes, but he nodded and said a few sentences about his work. He was nice enough to turn to me and ask if I worked, and I briefly told about being a partner in one of mid-size ad agencies downtown. The name was well known in the area, and he nodded. I was sure we had him floored that we were each solid professionals obviously with good incomes.

As we'd talked, I'd put my right hand on David's arm in an intimate and sexy gesture. He looked at it with some worry showing in his glance, and I think decided he liked the contact. I just left it there as we each shared something of our day, and we asked David about the problem he'd been working on that day. He sputtered a few words about heavy mining equipment.

I knew the issues of the kiss and the hand on the thigh were not gone, only supplanted by polite conversation. Moreover, I knew David must be busting a nut wanting to ask his wife why she was dressed so provocatively and letting Doug paw over her body. Lastly, why had she had her hand so near Doug's equipment?

I touched David more and more as the conversation went on, and per plan Laura started to touch Doug too, only not quite as much. We ordered more drinks and dinner, and even as we ate I put more and more emphasis on body contact with David, sometimes even pulling his bare upper arm against my breasts for some reason. Since my nipples were erect I knew he could feel my nipples poking into him, although he said nothing.

About halfway through dinner I started to touch David's nearest thigh in an intimate way. I'd moved as close to him as the chairs allow, and was really buttering him up. Often I'd whisper some compliment to him. He seemed to like the contact and the close presence. I'd turn to him for a question or part of the discussion, and in doing that my hand just naturally would drag up his thigh to near his bulge. I acted as though I had no idea what my hand was doing.

I hated to do it, but I also played the role of the awed bimbo a little when he told about something he'd done or some situation he'd solved. At least Laura was doing the same thing with Doug, and David hadn't flown across the table yet. I'm sure the fact that Laura had obviously invited Doug's hand back to her bare leg wasn't lost on David; when she first did it I watch his eyebrows rise almost to his hairline.

After dinner I suggested with go back into the bar for another drink. We sat in a booth. I latched onto David's arm, pulled it around my shoulders, and firmly planted that hand on my almost bare breasts. At least he kept it there for a new seconds, copping a feel, before he acted a little embarrassed and pulled away.

I found myself liking David. He was on the innocent side, but he was competent and a man's man. I wondered when he'd wake up to all the stuff we'd been throwing at him and realize that something had been staged.

We sat in a booth in the bar, and I cozied right up to David, again keeping that arm around me and trying to get him to play with my breast. Sitting tightly against him, it seemed natural for my nearest arm to again drop to his thigh, only this time I rested my wrist atop his manhood. He was hard; a good sign.

I looked up at David and whispered, "What would a girl have to do to get a kiss from you?" I was hoping the drinks and bottle of wine over dinner had loosened him up a little.

David said dryly, "Not much." He gave me a short kiss on the lips, but I held his head and started a second kiss that lasted much longer. I think he was starting to figure out that something besides the obvious was going on.

I just said, "Thank you," and cuddled into him some more.

Laura said to David in a low tone, "Would it upset you if I kissed Doug again? I really want to." I had to applaud how cleverly Laura had segued into the part of the evening we had to get to by using the word 'again.'

David just nodded to her, but I could feel his body tense at the question and his terse reply. Laura turned in Doug's arms and they shared a really long and passionate kiss. With my hand on David's thigh, I could feel his cock twitch and harden even more under my hand. We kissed again and I let my hand get bolder.

I whispered to David, "Please fondle me." I rubbed his idle hand on my breast. His hand started to move until he could gently pinch my nipple between two of his fingers. I moaned into my next kiss with him.

He said in a low voice, "This is sort of wild. I mean each of us kissing each of you." He paused and asked Laura, "Had you and Doug been kissing before I arrived?"

Laura nodded, "Yeah, and we kissed in Boston too. I really like him and he likes me. We did a lot in Boston."

I added, "And I like Laura and Doug to do that - to kiss and feel each other and even to make love." I knew we had to get to this statement somehow. We'd decided earlier that the statement would best come from either Laura or me, depending on how we could work something like that into the conversation.

David evaluated my words for what seemed like a long time. He asked of Laura in a very neutral tone, "Did you sleep with Doug?"

Laura nodded, "Yes. It was beautiful, but you're still my big Number One Honey and the man I love and want to be married to. I'm so lucky to have you, and to know Doug."

David's voice started to rise in tone and return to anger, "I'm shocked and I don't know what to think about that. I don't like what you did. I feel ..." The color was rising in his neck and face.

I turned to David and said in a matter of fact tone, "David, I knew about it ahead of time and gave my blessing for them to couple. I have two principles that apply here: first, consenting adults can do whatever they want about sex providing no one gets hurt, and the second is that love is not a zero-sum game. We're all together tonight to be sure you're not hurt or feel badly about the situation. I particularly want to be with you to help ensure that's the case because I encouraged them so much."

The engineer in David came through first, "What do you mean a 'zero-sum game'?"

"I mean that we get taught that you can only love one person your whole life, and we treat that situation as though if either or both of those people love someone else the other gets diminished love, but that's not true. I love Doug and I have some other men that are special to me, now including you. If I love you, I don't take anything from Doug."

Doug added as he leaned forward towards David, "I benefit from Sheri's love for you. She's more enthusiastic about life, loves me that much more to be sure I'm not left out, acts sexier and more desirable around me, and her interaction with you enriches our lives when we share the experience together, plus I hope we can be friends and directly enrich each other's lives."

Laura said in a low voice, "I agree with what they just said. I hope you might too." She sipped on her wine and studied her husband over the rim of her glass. I could see that the hand she had on Doug's thigh had white knuckles from squeezing his leg so hard; that was how she was relieving the tension she was feeling.

David shook his head as though to clear his mind. "This is happening just too fast. You slept with Doug - with Sheri's consent, and you want to do it some more; did I hear you right?"

"Yes." Laura smiled at Doug. She whispered, "And I love you."

I looked at David, "And I'd hope we might make love too - more than we can do in this setting."

David put his head back and stared at the ceiling for a long time. I knew he was probably counting backwards from a thousand either hoping that lightning would strike some sense into the rest of us, or that he'd have a flash of insight about just the right thing to say and how to act in this situation. I saw him coming back from his thoughts when his fingers started to lightly paw at my breast.

David said to Laura, "I hope we don't regret this, but I'll try going in the direction you're taking me. We have a lot to talk about."

Laura said in a confessional tone, "Just so you know, when Doug and I got together the first time it wasn't with Sheri's consent. Consent is not the right word because it implies a dominance of one person over another and a giving of permission because I control the other person. She knew about us and I like the term 'gave her blessing'. She didn't own or control Doug or me, and she was truly happy about our getting together."

David asked, "How many times have you been with Doug?"

Laura said, "Twice. The second time Sheri was with us. We made love too. I hope that doesn't shock you too much."

"Oh, wow! That's arousing." He shook his head some more.

Laura teased a little, "I didn't know it until then, but I guess I'm bisexual. Sheri and I made love and it was really sexy and satisfying, and we shared Doug. They teased me. It was fun, and I want you to be included. Sheri and Doug want you included too."

I said softly, "Our home is ten minutes from here. Laura's car is there, and I suggest we all go there. Will you come with us David? We can talk some more."

"Yes, I'd like that," he said, although his voice sounded a little indefinite. He initiated a kiss with me because I looked up at him expectantly, and I gave back a little more than he expected. He laughed nervously, as we pulled apart. Still tentative he said, "This is crazy. I'm not at all certain ... I hope this works out. I feel like I'm on thin ice. Laura can be headstrong about certain things, and I'm thinking this is maybe one of them."

I stated to Laura and Doug, "I'm going to ride with David. You two take our car; we'll see you at home." I gave Doug and Laura a kiss and then latched onto David's arm, again pulling it to my nearly nude breasts. I figured I was better equipped to answer questions than Laura was because I had more experience at being a 'hot wife.'

David led us to his white Escalade, opened the door for me, and helped me into the car. I made sure to give him a brief flash of my pussy, as I acted awkward about climbing into the SUV. My flash wasn't wasted; David saw my muff and smiled. He even lapped his lips as he yanked his eyes away.

Once I was seated I pulled my skirt up to where my pussy almost showed. I have nice looking legs. When we were underway, I said, "Ask away. I'm sure you have questions and I'll try to answer them as best I can." I tried to sound sincere and experienced.

David asked, "Why weren't you angry at Doug for sleeping with Laura?"

"Because I love him, and by extension I knew I loved her. I want Doug to have happy experiences in life, particularly if they somehow have a positive effect on me. I knew his making love with Laura would come back to me in many positive ways - it already has; being with you, for instance."

He ruminated and I hoped I wasn't trying to butter him up too obviously. He said, "Many wives would have come unglued and run for a divorce lawyer."

"To tell the truth two years ago I was getting ready to run to a divorce lawyer because our marriage was so stale. We were at the opposite end of the scale from where we are today. Doug didn't pay much attention to me, took me for granted at every turn, I often took him for granted too, our lovemaking had become functional at best and a rare activity, we seldom talked about anything deep, we felt distant from each other, and I felt the love had completely gone from our marriage. I'd reached the point where I knew I would have been happier if I'd been single. I then precipitated a major change in our relationship."

David just said, "Oh." 

I said, "David, I know we don't know each other really well, but I do care for you just in the short time we've been together so I'm going to tell you something you may already know."

"What's that?"

"Laura used almost the identical words I just did to describe her marriage to you. She never mentioned a divorce or wanting to be single, but she's unhappy with the way things are. You two need to shake things up the same way Doug and I did."

"Was that why she slept with Doug; she was seeking a new relationship?"

"No, Doug wouldn't have let her do that. He didn't know she was married the first time. No, she made love with Doug because he gave her what you weren't. Because of a class we took and our social life since, Doug knows how to pay great attention to a woman, how to say just the right things that boost her up despite any depression she may be feeling. He's not hitting on them; it's just the way he is. He's learned how to make a woman's body hum, and I think he gives off vibes that he has that skill. When he and Laura got together in Boston, I'm sure he made her soar into the stratosphere."

"You say he learned all this recently?"

"We took a course on Tantric Relationships and Sex after we started our transition to some other kind of marriage. He was highly motivated to do well in it because the other option was divorce and loneliness."

"Do you plan to sleep with me when we get to your house?"

"No, I plan to fuck your brains out, if you'll let me. After we do that a few times we can make love, and then we can sleep. I think I'm a pretty hot lay these days, and I think we'd have a great experience together. I feel a resonance with you. I took the course too, so I've learned how to have a great sexual performance with a man. I've done it before. Wouldn't you like me to do that with you - for you?"

"Yes, but I'm nervous. You are sexy and desirable. Laura was too tonight. I'd never seen her dress so sexy - almost slutty. She looked great."

"Are you calling me a slut? I dressed more explicitly than she did. We did it together. She was worried that you'd have nothing to do with her, particularly after you learned she slept with Doug. She loves you more than anything in this world, but she does know she deserves something better than she's been getting the past few years in your marriage."

"Ouch. I know that's true, but isn't this a little radical - I mean swapping wives. I know couples do it, but ..."

"That's how Doug and I got our marriage out of of the death spiral it was on. I made love with his brother and Doug made love to his brother's fiancée and her two sisters. In that one night all sorts of things turned around and started to move in a better direction. He was nervous and worried too, but we've trusted each other and gotten past those initial peculiar feelings."

"His brother?"

"Yes, and we've gotten together a lot since then too. He's really a sexy stud, and the women he lives with are right out of Playboy. When Doug went to Boston last week he stayed a couple of nights with them, and I know he made love to Steve's wife and several of her sisters. They also have an open marriage."

"And that was alright with you?"

"Absolutely. I hoped that he had a good time. I loved the thought and the phone calls we shared. He even sent me some sexy pictures of them making love in their living room. I can show you when we're at the house."

"How will I be able to trust Laura again? How will I know she's not with Doug or with some other man? How do you trust Doug?"

"By your standard you can't her and never could. The divorce courts prove that every day. I don't believe Trust is an absolute; I'm sure it's not. You make up your mind to trust someone or you don't. It's a judgment call. Doug and I have learned to judge each other as trustworthy, and by that we mean we won't do anything to jeopardize our marriage or relationship. That doesn't mean that we'll pass up an opportunity to have a pleasant experience with someone - even having sex, and I wouldn't want Doug to do that either. Even if he'd not talked to me ahead of time about the possibility of making love to Laura, it would have my blessing.."




Turnaround Marriage Ch. 06



"But you both have been with other people. You still trust him?"

"But none of those encounters did anything to hurt our marriage, and I think a lot of what's happened has strengthened us. I'm sure of it. If Doug found an opportunity to make love to a woman we didn't know tomorrow, I'd hope he have a great and happy time. I know he'll share the experience with me in some way. That's how Laura entered our lives. When I find a man I like and we get together I always tell Doug. It's sort of erotic and we both fuck a lot while sharing our stories. I swear to God, I'm having the best sex I've ever had with my husband, and our love for each other is stronger than ever."

David said sheepishly, "I'm not very experienced."

I undid my seat belt and leaned across the console so I could kiss his cheek. As I did I said, "You are just the man I want to be with tonight and more nights in the future. I know we'll connect nicely - I have a warm pussy and you have a hot cock. What a great combination. Don't even think about your performance because I won't be judging you; I hope we'll be enjoying each other. I know we'll have fun together. I know we'll have warm feelings for each other. I also know that you love Laura, and I wouldn't want it any other way. Doug and I both want to make your marriage better, not worse."

I reached down and rubbed the evident bulge in David's crotch. He was going to be pleasing.

David said, "Oh, God, Sheri. If you keep doing that I'll have an accident either with the car or in my pants."

I laughed and returned to my seat and tried to behave myself. "We're almost there. Take the fourth driveway on the left."

We pulled in and Doug and Laura pulled in right behind us and parked beside us in front of the garage. We all headed to the front door together, but Laura pulled David back into a large embrace and kisses. I nudged Doug to go ahead, and I followed waiting at the open door for the couple as they made out and whispered to each other.

Once inside, everyone congregated in the living room and Doug got us all wine, although I doubt any of us needed any more alcohol. There was an awkward moment when no one knew what to say, but I solved that by covering David's mouth with mine in an epic kiss that involved a lot of tongue. I could feel our temperatures soar. He was tentative at first, obviously evaluating how he felt, and then he started to get into the main event.

As we kissed, I somehow shed my gossamer top so I was nude from the waist up. I pulled David's head down; "Please, suck on my tits. I love to be played with." We stood there and he bent over fawning over both breasts until my nipples were white-hot.

After a few minutes of this, I reminded him, "In case you forgot, I'm not wearing any undies. I know you noticed when I got in your car."

To be continued



Turnaround Marriage Ch. 07



These chapters taken together overlap the following genres on this site: erotic coupling, incest (heavy), group, romantic, lesbian, anal, loving wives, and mature. Because of the overall nature of my sister's autobiography, all chapters have been posted under Loving Wives. 

I enticed my sister Sheri to tell how her family started to swing with mine, and how they broke out of their marriage malaise with a lot of incest and group sex play that expanded to include many people over a couple of years. Because I was part of it, I wrote my recounting about the start of their transition in Sisters, Friends and Lovers, Chapters 19 and 26 particularly. I got a lot of fan mail wanting to hear more about these relationships, particularly my time with my niece Lori, thus I asked Sheri to write up her description of events. Read Sheri's account and you'll get more details of our interaction (including Lori and me), particularly at my wedding. Sheri asked that I publish it in a few readable chapters as I did for Sheila's memoir (see Sheila's Adventures in Adult Videos, also published under my name by girlfriend Sheila's request). Sheri didn't want to be graded or get hurtful comments so those options are removed. Here's the last chapter of Sheri's story. Regards, Steve 





Turnaround Marriage Ch. 07



Three weeks later the Halloween weekend started, and the Delt House had a costume party. Lori, Laura and I dressed as pirates, with boots, short shorts, a halter top, a tricorn hat, and some make up that would make Johnny Depp laugh. We started with eye patches and plastic swords too. The four men of our group were in cowboy garb with lone ranger masks. There were so many people going in and out of the fraternity house I was sure no one would pay much attention to us older folks. We were right.

The party had a rockin' band, and each corner of the house had a keg and prodigious amounts of beer were flowing. We ended in the basement dancing to the loud music.

I spotted the guy I started with at the last party I was at - Sean. I grabbed Laura and went up to him, starting by planting a kiss on his cheek. I said, "Hi Sean. Remember me?"

He laughed, "Hell, yes. You were wonderful. We've all been looking for you, but ... I'm so glad you're here." He turned and pulled a scantily clad Arabian princess over, "This is my new steady girl Angie. I told her about you. Angie this is Sheri and ..."

"Laura. I'm Sheri's really good friend. We do everything together - everything!"

Sean said, "That sounds promising. Are you up for another celebration up in my room? Angie might like that too, wouldn't you Babe?"

Angie was a little loopy, but she said, "Yeah, I haven't any real sexual fun for a few hours."

I leaned in and kissed Angie really hard. She kissed back. I said, "Let's go upstairs."

Leaving the cowboys to their own devices, the four of us headed for the stairs. I winked at Lori and Matt as I walked by. They'd be by later.

Sean and three guys named Kevin, Van, and Derek, fell in with us. Sean left the door open a crack. He came to me and we kissed, and soon he was untying my pirate blouse and undoing my shorts. As before, I wore no underwear, so I was quickly ready for action. Apparently, Angie and Laura were too. 

Four mattresses magically appeared, and almost immediately I had Sean's long college cock trying to set some kind of record inside me.

Laura was on her back beside me being fucked by Kevin as she sucked on Van. Derek was fucking Sean's 'steady girl.' After five minutes the men rotated, and this time I got Van who had a horse cock.

We were going at it hot and heavy, rotating guys, but then five more handsome college men came into the room, and then a sexy couple, and then some more men and more couples. Orgy on!

I was having a ball.

Next to me on one of the lumpy mattresses, Laura was also fucking up a storm. She panted over to me about the eighth or ninth guy finished cumming in her, "This is fabulous. Why didn't I do this when I was in college? There are so many guys here, we can cum all night long, and we don't have to wait for any of the guys to recover so they can go again - another guy is right there and ready to fuck. They just keep on cumming and cumming. I love it."

Angie panted beside Laura, "I never thought of it that way. I was figuring I was in for some regrets when I get older, but hearing you two talk I realize I'm glad I'm a slut at such a young age."

I laughed, "Angie, I figure I can be a slut for the rest of my years on this planet. I can even envision myself jumping from bed to bed in the nursing home I end up in."

Laura moaned to her current man, "Oh, God, you feel so good inside me." A blonde man about six-foot-six was pounding away in Laura doggie style. She had another guy lying in front of her and was giving him a blowjob. 

I saw Matt, Kurt and Lori come into the room. They stood on the perimeter for a while, then I heard Lori ask, "Do you need another pussy down there? I'm getting awfully horny just watching."

Several of the fraternity brothers encouraged her to join, and a minute later, after pulling off her costume, she started to fuck a man who looked like the college version of Clark Kent. I wondered briefly if Lois Lane and Clark Kent ever consummated their relationship with a hot fuck. Too bad, if they didn't. Then I thought again, I bet myself that there was porn movie somewhere that did just that.

Oh, wow! Some young man with a really big cock just started to plunder my pussy. Ah, plunder. Here I was at a costume party as a pirate; pirates plundered things; and now the pirate was getting plundered. I came twice before he did.

I was focused on sucking some guy when I felt a nice warm cock wedge itself into my cunt. I looked up and there was Doug fucking away inside me. He gave me a wink, pulled away and moved over to wait for a turn on Laura.

David was inside me in an instant. I laughed when he aped a funny face at me. I went back to sucking my college man.

From the corner of my eye I saw Doug move to fuck Angie, and David went to do his wife. A man named Roy started to fuck me, just as the guy I'd been sucking came all over my face. I didn't wipe it off right away; Roy told me it looked hot as hell so I left the white stuff there except what I could reach with my tongue.

Off to the side, I saw Doug fucking our daughter, and David fucking Angie. We have a nice rotation going and I was apparently the starting point. Roy filled my pussy with cum, adding to the gallons already in there.

Sean came back with a man named Mark. He asked, "You ever do DP?"

I smiled, "A few times. Let's do it."

We weren't graceful arranging ourselves. Sean lubed up my ass, and I did a reverse cowgirl on him and got him firmly inside me. I leaned back, and then Mark sank into my pussy. We all started to writhe and squirm. I had two young cocks inside me, and I knew they were both going to fill me up even further with hot milky syrup. They didn't disappoint.

I saw Lori being DP'd by Kurt and Matt, and then Doug and David were doing Angie to her great delight. The two of them were moaning so hard, I thought the campus police might come to rescue them. Lori had gotten herself up on her orgasm 'step' where life becomes one continuous stream of pleasure facing by, all at the orgasm level. She'd sleep well later. Angie seemed to be cumming about every two minutes.

When yet another guy started to ride me, I looked around. Doug was now lying back, and some new college co-ed was riding him in a high-speed race to her next Big 'O'. From the squeaks, moans, and dirty vocabulary coming from her mouth, I figured she was winning the race.

As I watched one of the girls watching in the room stripped down and squatted over Doug's face. She lowered her pussy down until I could his tongue doing a little dance where it was just touching her labia and then her clit. The pretty girl moaned, and allowed her body to smother my husband. I knew he was suddenly in 'New Pussy Heaven,' and I also knew I'd hear about it later.

Some of the other girls in the room got inspired too, and soon they were nude and being eaten out by either a guy or girl. I had a really sweet looking 'girl next door' kind of co-ed share her pussy with my face, and she tasted so good I wanted to bottle her up and take her home. I made sure she'd offer herself to Doug, David, Lori, and Laura too. I gave her three orgasms and promised more if she'd do them and then come back. She did about an hour later and swore she'd done just what I asked, also fucked David and Doug so she was full of their cum.

Towards the end of the evening, Laura and I were licking the cum off each other's faces, and then we sixty-nined and ate the huge volume of cum flowing from each other's pussies. The crowd in the room had thinned out. Lori, Matt, and Kurt had left to get refreshments. Doug and David were standing by watching us, along with Sean and few other brothers. Angie had given up after a few hours; she sat on a towel on Sean's desk.

When we were dressing for the ride home, I asked Laura, "How many?"

She smiled from ear to ear and said, "I think I did thirty-four guys - that is I fucked them - or they fucked me - or ... whatever. I might have blown a few others. I don't know whether to count them or not. Angie told me she'd done twenty-three, but she quit a good hour before we stopped getting new guys coming in the room."

I laughed. "I'm probably in that ballpark too. I stopped counting after twenty or so. I was having too many nice orgasms to worry about quantity."

Laura said shyly, "This was so fantastic, and just what I wanted. A real, honest to goodness gangbang, and to think I didn't know but a couple of the men I fucked. You do know that Doug and David did us mid-way through the evening."

I chuckled, "Of course. They did Angie, Lori and a couple of other co-eds too. I sent them a couple of girls I'd eaten out that tasted really good; one in particular I'd like to have as one of our intimate friends. I think she did you too. So I bet Doug and David did at least a dozen new girls each."

Laura laughed, "I hope so or I'll never hear the end of my coming out in Slutdom. I love being a slut. I'm just a couple of decades on the late side."

"Like me."