3 comments/ 20293 views/ 2 favorites Trusting Ch. 01 By: Kitslit This is a continuation of the 'Treason' series, at least, what happened after. To avoid any confusion and disappointment for you, the reader, there sex between women and men, and women and women. There is also sex between consenting, adult males. If this type of sexual expression doesn't turn you on as much as it does me, please, read no further. Thanks. --- I was on my knees on the bed, crouched between his legs. Naked, like he was. I licked all the way up the length of his cock, savoring the texture of hot skin stretched taught. It tasted of our combined juices, from our earlier lovemaking. It made me so horny. I held it and stroked it. I nibbled at the tube on the underside- the tube that would soon bring the cum from his balls to my mouth. I slowly pulled the foreskin all the way back, and he shuddered as I covered the sensitive, bulbous tip with my lips and sucked lightly. He groaned, stretched his legs wider and curled his toes. I gave him one last loving lick and looked at him through lidded eyes. I held his balls in the other hand. I bent lower and kissed one and then the other, briefly sucking each one into my warm, wet mouth. "And then what happened?" he asked. I rubbed my tits back and forth on his thighs, continuing to slowly stroke him. "Well... she leaned over me while I was sitting at my desk and she put her hand over mine on the mouse, and moved it around and showed me how she wanted the document laid out. I could just feel her left breast on my shoulder and her breath in my ear. When she was done she leaned a bit closer and she said that she liked my perfume- she said it was really nice." "And what did you say?" I took the tip of his cock in my mouth for a moment and sucked, then I looked at him again. "Well, it was so unlike her. She's never seemed to notice things like that, like I said, she's a bit of a... pain in the ass. But I said thank you. She said that she'd see me Monday, and she left." "And you think she was flirting?" "I don't know." "What are you going to do?" I threw it back at him. "What do you think I should do?" He thought for a moment. "Do what she did," he said. "When you take something into her office nest time, ask for some clarification and lean over her desk. Brush her with your gorgeous tits and see what happens." Something happened to me, alright. My nipples became hard points and gooseflesh broke out all over, though the apartment was really warm. My pussy started to moisten. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He nodded and his eyes rolled back as I started stroking his cock more urgently. "You'd like to see my boss pull my jacket off and then undo my blouse... then kiss my nipples though the cups of my bra and then... and then--" I stopped dead and his eyes flew open. "What? What are you doing?" he said, clearly distressed. I know he wanted to cum. "It's your turn, stud," I said. "You have to tell me about what happened at your work." He laughed and called me a teasing bitch. Out in the kitchen, the buzzer on the oven went off so we took a break to pull the cinnamon buns out of the oven and refill our coffees. --- Marc and I had been married now for about ten months. After my relationship with Steven, my ex-boyfriend, ended rather badly, for about a year I stayed away from men and sex and everything that went along with it. When I was ready to get back into the game, Marc was there. Even though he was four years younger than me, (I'm now 27 and Marc's 23) we had much in common. I had met him at an orgy. (Try explaining that to your parents- I just said we met through friends at a party). After that first night, we only dated. We both wanted to see if we had a friendship before we jumped in the sack. When we did jump, we found it was great! He was loving and considerate, and I must admit, impressively hung. Not "porn star hung" but a generous eight and a half. (It sure looked bigger the first time I saw it!) It was easily the biggest that I had ever had, though not so thick as to make riding it uncomfortable. I was in love with his cock, as much as he was in love with my breasts- he really enjoyed me taking that lovely piece of flesh and letting it slide between my boobs, watching him cum, letting him get us both wet... I guess I am just a nasty little girl, but I can't help it! But besides the sex, we really liked and respected each other, too. Our relationship had started getting serious, when a job offer came through the law firm I worked with. I was a secretary. A real estate firm, a client of our company, was expanding their office into another state, and asked for staff to move with them, to get the operation going. It was a bigger city we'd be moving to, but it was a nice city. I had nothing to hold me where I was, and I wasn't on great terms with my family, so I said I'd go. Marc, at that time, was working for a restaurant, having moved into management. I asked if he wanted to come along and he said sure. So we loaded up and headed out. It took a while for Marc to find a job that he liked, with enough room to move up, but eventually he did. It was a nice upscale restaurant, and after weeks of filling in bussing, working on the line, prepping and even sweating as the dishwasher and proving his ability, he was moved to hosting. After a while he was fast-tracked to shift supervisor and then to full time (junior) management. But wouldn't you know it- our schedules were completely screwed up because of it! I worked Monday to Friday, 9 to 5, and he worked from two in the afternoon to well past midnight, Tuesday to Saturday. I really loved my job- I was learning all kinds of new things, but it meant a lot of time away from each other. We made sure that Sunday was our day. Nothing interfered with our Sundays. It was the time we could catch up on nice, slow, deliberate sex and the companionship that went along with it. We'd get up in the morning and fuck- then we'd make breakfast and talk and fuck some more. Then he'd sit and watch the football games or baseball games and I'd catch up on the work I brought home from the office. He'd have all day Monday to lay around, do laundry or golf. (Holiday Mondays always meant more sex.) After a year of being together, we decided to get married. Don't know why, we just did. We had gone back home for Thanksgiving with our families, and we did it on the spur of the moment. We came back to our nice little apartment as newlyweds. I guess it was an excuse to fuck like bunnies. We were in no position to take a real honeymoon. (We're still making plans for that.) We didn't party too much, because for one thing we were still new to town and we were too busy trying to make our relationship work. But we did think of other people at times. After all, if the first time you meet your husband-to-be is at an orgy, and he sucks the cock of your roommate, well, it's going to open up possibilities! Like Marc, I had never thought about bisexuality before that night, but with my roommate Gary, and his girl Mel, our mutual friend Sydney and surprise guest Marc, well, things just happened. If my boyfriend Steve hadn't been such a wet blanket it would have really been something. It could have been a full-on fuck-fest, but it was great just the same. I had wonderful bi-sex with both Sydney and little Mel. Marc and Gary got it on, too. It was something to watch, let me tell you. Sometimes Marc and I talked about that night- usually just joking and somewhat embarrassed. Nothing like that had happened again, but I know both of us secretly wondered what it would be like if the opportunity arose again. What would we do? Marc said that he'd love to see me with another woman again and I cautiously admitted that I'd like it to happen again. He took a bit longer to admit that he'd like to be with another guy, and maybe, just maybe, suck on another cock. He was really reluctant to admit that he liked it. But once he admitted it, we talked about it more. We were bi. That's why, when I told Marc that I thought my new boss, Ms Halliard, had been flirting with me, he wanted to hear all about it. In return, he blushed and stammered that one of the busboys at his restaurant had been hanging around him a lot- a lot more than the job deemed necessary. --- "The kid said he wants to learn," said Marc. "So, what do you think he wants to learn?" We had piled back into the bed with our coffee and cinnamon buns, and it was his turn to tell the story. "I don't know, but he sure does stick close to me." "You think he wants your body?" I was grinning like I was teasing, but I really wasn't. "I don't know..." Marc was blushing adorably. I had to lead him along. "What's he like?" "Nice kid, polite. A bit on the small side, like me--" "You're not small," I said, giggling, wrapping my sticky fingers around his cock. "No, I mean he's slender. He's got long blonde hair, he's a bit taller than me and- I don't know, he's... just a nice looking kid. He's only nineteen so he can't serve booze, but he said he'd like to be a bartender. Said he'd meet more chicks that way. But he said it kind of hopefully... I bet a week's wages he's still a virgin." "Does he work the night shift?" I asked. "Sometimes." "Why don't you give him a ride home." "And do what?" "What would you like to do? Huh?" I put down my cup and curled up beside him. My breasts were pressing into his arm. I waited for what came next. He took his time, and spoke hesitantly. "Well, I'd wait... until it was a rainy night. He usually rides his bike, so I'd tell him... that I'd give him a ride home. Then I'd get him a beer or something while I cashed out and locked up and then... maybe I'd ask if he had any grass and we'd go into the back alley and smoke up. Then... we'd have another beer and when we got into the car, we'd be laughing and maybe I'd put my hand on his thigh..." I put my hand on Marc's thigh and his cock jumped. My pussy was getting damp again, listening to his slow, measured fantasy. "... and if he'd put his hand on mine and squeeze, I'd know... that he was into it. I'd let my hand... creep up and then I'd cup his crotch. He'd have a hard-on. I'd have one too." I mirrored his words by sliding my hand to cup his rapidly hardening cock. He sighed, then continued. "I'd rub his cock through his pants, and he'd lean back and moan..." I was waiting for him to go on. He shifted and looked at me; embarrassed. "You know, Kate, I'm not really comfortable... you know- doing anything. Alone. I mean, without you there." His cock was fully hard, so I swung a leg over and straddled him. I sat up and rubbed his thick prick's head up and down my damp pussy slit, paying close attention to my clit, using him now, almost like a dildo. "Well, what do you propose as an alternative?" I said, my voice breathy, almost rasping with lust. "I don't know." he moaned. He started hunching his cock into me, but I arched up, I wouldn't let him fuck me. "Think of something," I demanded. I was dripping all over his cock head by this time. He looked at me, hesitant. "Well, I could... bring him here..." "That's what I wanted to hear," and I dropped down and impaled myself fully on his length. We closed our eyes and took a minute to get into the ancient rhythm. I got up on my knees and let him drive up into me. I shook my long dark hair back and forth as I played with my tits. He grabbed my hips. I was in heaven. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Then what?" "I could bring him here, and you could fuck him," Marc moaned, as he got into the spirit of things. I grabbed the headboard and leaned over him and let my breasts dangle over his chest. He reached up and pinched my nipples as we fucked. "You could fuck him, maybe take his cherry if he's a virgin..." "You'd like to watch him fuck me?" I clenched my pussy muscles and he groaned, yes. "How would he fuck me?" I demanded. "He'd fuck you... he'd be on top of you... then from behind. Then he'd get you... on your back and he'd put your... legs up over his shoulders and fuck you real deep..." "What... would you be doing?" "I'd be sitting... beside the two of you. I'd stroke my cock and keep it hard... waiting..." "For what?" "For him to pump his cum into you... and then--" "What? Then what?" I was on edge- close to cumming. He was getting close, too. I could feel it. His cock was swelling like a garden hose about to burst. "He'd cum... and so would you..." Marc closed his eyes; imagining- maybe reliving what had happened the night we first met. "Then when he pulled out of you, I'd take hold of his cock, and then... I'd open my mouth and..." I was seconds away. "Yes--" "... I'd lick him- suck him in... taste you and him together..." That was it. I was over the edge. I wailed aloud and my pussy went into spasms of its own accord. He came soon after I did, pushing and straining and sweating. He drove up into me and I felt his cum coat the walls of my vagina. This set me off again and I came a second time, and I bent down to kiss him- and share the moment. I collapsed on him, crushing my breasts on him, our sweat mingling; our kisses mute indications of our deep love. We both groaned happily as our breath returned to normal. His cum seeped out from around his cock and pooled beneath us. (Sex wasn't always this good, but it was always good. I didn't often orgasm without clitoral stimulation, but I was so turned on by the story! After all, so much of sex is psychological!) After a few minutes, he crawled out from under me and headed for the bathroom. He came back in a moment and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my back. "So, what about you and your boss?" he asked hopefully. "What happens?" But I was really tired and couldn't summon anything but a moan as he caressed my back. I was soon asleep. --- We didn't talk about it for the rest of the day but I knew we had turned a corner. We had things to do around the apartment and we were busy. But I bet myself that he was thinking about it as much as I was. Him and that cute little busboy, and me with my sexy forty-something boss. Now and then he'd look at me and sort of grin his little boy grin. I'd smile back at him- but that's as far as it went. We made love once more before falling asleep that night. We didn't talk about our mutual fantasies for a couple of days. My boss was sick, and out of the office all of the next week. I was super busy covering her absence, and therefore, I had no opportunity to move our flirting ahead. Marc was busy with his own work. Wednesday night he came home and gently shook me awake. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and smiled at him. "Sorry, babe, but I had to ask you something." "What?" I mumbled sleepily, rubbing my eyes. Whenever he woke me up when he got home, usually meant he was horny, and was wondering if I was too. I asked what was up, and he asked, "Do you trust me?" "What? What kind of question is that?" "Wanna go to a party?" "What, now?" I said, thinking it was some kind of joke. "No. Saturday night. Kyle invited me. And you, too." "What's the occasion? And who the heck is Kyle?" "Kyle is the busboy. And the occasion is his parents anniversaries." "Anniversaries? Plural?" "It's a weird set up. He explained it to me but I'm not sure I can explain it properly to you. But I have to call his cell and let him know. For the caterers, you know?" "Sure," I said, "I have nothing going on. But what about you?" "I've switched a shift, I can cover the Sunday 10 to 6. We can go if you want." I smiled. "Do you wanna go? Spend some quality time with little Kyle?" I was teasing but he didn't care. He smirked. "Maybe spend some quality time with the both of you..." I said fine, we'd go. I yawned and fell back asleep as he kissed me goodnight. Marc went to the living room to make the call and watch a bit of TV to unwind. --- Saturday afternoon rolled around and I found myself eagerly anticipating finally seeing this Kyle dude up close. Not that there'd be a chance to do anything at his parent's anniversary party but the possibility of him and my Marc getting naked together some time in the future, was enough to make me wet at the very thought. We dressed casual since it was a barbecue. I wore a sleeveless middy blouse that left my flat-ish belly exposed, with just a hint of 38C cleavage. (I can't help but show cleavage. I have big tits. It's either show it off or wear a turtleneck, and it was too warm for that.) I'm only 5'5", but wedge sandals made me look a bit taller than normal, and my capri pants showed my ass off to its best advantage. My butt is a bit bigger than I want it to be, but that's life as a secretary! I had my long, dark brown hair up in a pony-tail. I took a look in the mirror before we left the house. I looked like an all-American girl, though decidedly slutty at the core. I felt good. Marc wore tan Dockers and a nice cotton golf shirt that was snug enough to show off his physique. We drove over to Kyle's house. I looked over at Marc as he drove, and he was tense, like he was chomping at the bit. I asked him to explain this weird family situation of Kyle's. He said that Kyle lived with his natural mom and dad in a big house, and, his parent's friends, and their daughter, lived with them too. Essentially two families were living like one, with the mothers and fathers acting as unofficial parents to each other's children. I was kind of put off by that. I thought the 60's were long gone, and here was what sounded like a commune, here in 2005. Suddenly I wasn't as eager to go to the party, but couldn't get up the nerve to ask Marc to take me home. I had visions of tofu burgers when all I wanted was meat. Oh, well. Whatever. It might make my husband happy. We pulled up to the house. It was something. Probably over a hundred years old, but looking like something out of Better Homes and Gardens. It had a white clapboard exterior with plum trim. It was one of the nicest houses in town, and I often wondered who lived there whenever I drove past it. Now I was going to find out it was some burnt out hippies from another age. It was just after Labor Day and it was still warm. We grabbed the wine and beer from the back seat and walked hand in hand up the driveway. We opened a gate and there was music and laughter. There was about twenty adults sitting around the covered flagstone patio. A slender, blonde haired boy sprang up from a deck chair and sprinted over. This was obviously Kyle. He wore board shorts, bare feet, and a muscle shirt. He was fairly tall, and didn't have many muscles, but he had a nice shape. His longish, straight hair was so blonde, and he didn't look like he even shaved yet. But Marc was right. He was a little cutie. "Hey, Marc! Thanks for coming!" ha said, beaming. They shook hands. "No problem, Kyle-buddy. This is my wife, Kate." I shook Kyle's hand and smiled at him. Yes, he was a cutie, alright. One of the people on the patio got up and came over to us. He was tall, about 6 feet, and a nice build. For an old guy. (He was over forty.) And he was as good looking as Kyle was cute. He introduced himself as Brian Summers, Kyle's dad, and we in turn, introduced ourselves. He asked if he could take our beer and wine and put it in the fridge inside. I followed him into the house to give him a hand. Marc was going to stay out on the patio with Kyle and everyone else. We were just inside the back door when a woman approached with a tray of veggies and dip. She was tall, slender and blonde. Brian threw his arm over her shoulder and kissed her cheek loudly. She squealed and told him to let go before he was wearing the dip. Brian introduced her as his wife, Roslyn. She gave me a peck on the cheek and thanked Marc and I for coming. She hoped we'd have a great time and said she'd catch up with us later, when she had finished taking care of the masses. Trusting Ch. 01 Brian and I were in the kitchen, finding places to put the wine and beer into an already crowded refrigerator. There was a clack of heels and someone was behind us, asking Brian if he knew there was still lots of room in the downstairs fridge. That voice... I turned and came face to face with my boss. She had her hands full of party things and munchies, and when I turned around, she stopped dead and gaped comically. "Katherine? What...?" "Miss Halliard?" I couldn't believe it either. My boss was a serious, very workmanlike person. I have to admit, maybe my fantasies that she was flirting with me were nothing more than figments of my imagination. She never came out for drinks with the rest of us girls in the office- she ran a tight ship. She always dressed in conservative business suits and seemed so straight-laced. But here she was, wearing shorts and a light cotton blouse that did nothing to hide the fact that her body looked... really nice. At the office, her longish, deep red hair was usually in a tight bun. Today, it was in a pony tail. Like mine. After we got over our initial shock, we both started laughing uproariously. She told me to call her Briget; we weren't in the office. Brian looked at us, smiling and shaking his head, not knowing what was going on and way too busy to care. He went back outside, with a tray full of drinks. Briget dumped the stuff on the table and came over to hug me. "I don't know why you're here, Kate, but I'm so glad you are! I kept thinking I should invite you and your husband, but this week had been mad! What with being sick and all- you've met Brian?" I said yes, and I asked if the party was for her. "Well, yes... It's kind of complicated- but Brian and Roz, and my husband and I were married fifteen years ago- double ceremony; very romantic and all that, and we live in this house together. With our kids. Our two kids. Have you met Kyle? He's around here somewhere..." "I met him- he and my husband work together- that's why I'm here. And I met Roz, too. And you--" and we burst out laughing again and we counted all the weird little coincidences that led us here, together at last in a social setting. Because I was dressed far less modest than I did at the office, I asked her if I what I was wearing was alright. She said I looked just great. I said she did too, and she did a playful twirl in the middle of the kitchen. That was a side I had never seen at work! She gave me a hug... her body was so soft and warm, she smelled like lemons... She led me outside. I would have followed her anywhere. "Well, I'd love you to meet Dennis," she said. "That's my husband- he just went to pick up our daughter from her swim meet. They should be back any second!" I told her that she could meet Marc in the meantime so we grabbed some drinks and joined the party on the patio. --- As the party was winding down, I wasn't drunk, but I was feeling no pain. The day had been wonderful, and I had learned two important things. One, that Briget's flirting was no trick of the imagination, and two, that Marc was quite capable of 'doing things' without me around! These people had had nice friends, but the surprise was the 'family' itself. They weren't burnt out hippies, they were just normal people and very well adjusted. I thought. I met Briget's husband, Dennis, and their daughter, Sandra, when they arrived from Sandra's swim meet. I found out that Brian owned a small regional chain of hardware stores. Dennis was an English teacher at the Community College. He was what you'd think an English professor would look like. Kind of gray and slender, with a wry, gentle nature. Dennis, and Briget was an office manager in the real-estate game. Roz stayed at home and took care of the house. The two kids were working for a year or two to make money for college. (They were all quite well off, but the kids weren't getting anything handed to them.) This was one cool family! Of the two kids, Kyle might have been cute, but Sandra was an 18-year-old stunner. She had the same deep red hair (though cut short) and fair skin tone as her mother, the same turned-up nose. Her body wasn't as welcoming and lush as Briget's; she was more athletic and intense. But she had an infectious laugh when she did laugh; mostly, she was quiet and serious. But, in addition to her mother's creamy Irish complexion, Sandra had freckles. Not a lot, just a small spray across her nose and a few trailing like bronze falling stars, down the front of her shirt and into the space between her breasts. If you've read my first story, 'Treason', you'll know that the first girl I ever kissed had freckles. It was almost a sign, had I been thinking that way, but I wasn't. I was just thinking about having a good time, and not really thinking about sex. Honest. It was strange to see how much Kyle looked like Roz, just like Sandra took after Briget- the offspring were almost carbon copies of their mothers. Briget sat by me, when she wasn't looking after the guests attending in their honor. She would hug me, and tell me constantly how nice it was to have me, (and Marc), there. Once she held my hand for a brief second, giving it a quick squeeze, before releasing it and running her hand all the way up my back. I would be lying if I said I wasn't flattered (and a bit turned on) by the attention. The weather was beautiful, and I was feeling warm and sexy, so I undid another button to show off my cleavage and shook my hair out of its pony tail. Not only was I was getting sly looks from my boss, but also from some of the other guests, and even Dennis and Brian. Even Sandra sat beside me at one point, to have a drink and a talk about nothing in particular. I wasn't the center of attention, but then again, it wasn't my party. But I was feeling good about the way I looked. Kyle and Marc were spending a lot of time talking about the restaurant business and having a great time. Marc looked hot, too, and I saw some of the lady guests eyeing him up. I was proud to be there with him. The meal was great- they had a local steak-house come in and they did the food! Wow! There was a lot to drink, and lots of different people to talk to, which was a good thing, because Marc disappeared for about half an hour at one point. Before he reappeared, Dennis walked by, caught my eye and tipped me a wink. I didn't have the slightest idea what he meant, and I was having too good a time to think about it. Until later. --- After everyone had left, Sandra disappeared. I offered to help Roz and Briget clean up the mess. The men were delegated to clean up the patio and bring things in, and us women were washing and putting away what came to us. Even though it was catered, there were tons of other dishes and wine glasses to wash by hand. The men ended up staying out on the patio, having a beer while we worked. Typical. Briget was beside me and we were chatting about nothing. I was up to my elbows in the soapy sink when Roz came in and placed some chip bowls beside me. "So, Kate," she said quietly, "your husband is quite the hunk, if you don't mind me saying." I smiled and agreed. "How old is he, if you don't mind me asking?" I smiled. "He's twenty-four. And, yes, I'm twenty-seven..." "Ooooh! You cradle robber, you!" she teased. "I just love younger men, don't you?" "Her husband is a month younger than Roz," explained Briget dryly. "Does he come well equipped?" she asked. "What?" I turned, shocked at what I thought she meant. I had learned by now that Roz was one of the most forthright people I had ever met, but this was more than I expected. But Briget just clucked her tongue. "Roz!" she chided, laughing. "You horny old slut!" "What?" asked Roz, innocently. "It's just a question. It's just girl talk." Briget came up close behind me and put a hand on each bare shoulder, as if protecting me. I held my breath. I thought I was going to pass out. "Well, maybe Kate doesn't 'talk' that way, Roz." Not wanting to seem like I needed protection, I looked at Roz and said, "Well, if you must know, yes, I 'talk'... that way." Roz's eyes sparkled as she leaned in and dropped her voice. "That's good to know... So? Is he well-equipped?" I paused, unsure. From right beside my ear, Briget softly whispered, "We could always find someone else to ask... if you don't want to say, Kate." I turned and looked at her. I was feeling kind of strange; I must have looked it. Roz and I spoke at the same time, "Who?" "Maybe I shouldn't say..." "You can't do that, Bitch-it," pleaded Roz. "Spill!" Now it was Briget's turn to pause. Looks passed between the three of us. Briget took a breath. "We could ask Kyle." "Ask Kyle what?" "About Marc... Dennis saw them, tonight. In Kyle's room. They weren't playing the X-box." The mysterious wink from Dennis made sense now. "Where they...?" asked Roz, almost hesitantly. Briget just nodded, biting her lower lip. "I knew it!" whispered Roz in wonder. I turned to her. Her eyes looked like saucers. I felt like I swallowed a tennis ball. "I knew he liked boys, too!" Roz put her hands on my hips as if to steady herself. "Holy fuck..." she moaned. Her nipples were diamond hard points under her clothes. She noticed me looking and smiled, ever so slightly. Briget began massaging my shoulders again. Roz softly rubbed my arm with her fingertips. "So what happened?" "Denny said he saw Kyle... going down on Marc... said it was the most erotic thing he'd seen in ages. Made him really horny, too. Said he wanted to take me upstairs and fuck me right then and there--" she broke off and came around to look in my eyes, apologetic. "I'm sorry, Kate. I hope that doesn't offend you..." I was recovering, even though I felt like I had stepped into the Twilight Zone. "What should offend me?" I asked coyly. "That my prim and proper boss used the word 'fuck'? Or that your husband saw my husband having sex with Kyle?" Briget shrugged and grinned. "Either." I shrugged, trying not to betray my total excitement. "My husband is bi, so that doesn't surprise me." I heard a little gasp from Roz behind he. I continued, desperately trying to be nonchalant. "As for language like... the word 'fuck', well, nothing offends me," I said softly, and Briget leaned down, closer and closer, and kissed me softly on the lips. "What about that?" she asked quietly. "Does that offend you?" Oh, god, no- not a chance... "No," I whispered. Roz slid around beside us, a hand on each of our hips. "Do you trust me?" I looked at Briget who looked back at me. Then I turned to Roz, and feeling the future fall into place, I nodded. "I'm so glad you feel that way," she said and smiled. She leaned down and I kissed her gently, too, then I kissed Briget again, deeper, more passionate. Roz disappeared for a second, then her hands were around me- starting at the skin of my belly, up to my tits, squeezing them gently through my blouse and bra. I felt her small breasts against my shoulders and then Briget's more substantial ones were crushed against mine, as our lips devoured each other. I reached up between us and cupped Briget's tits with my hands and she moaned into my mouth. I was sandwiched between two beautiful women, both taller, and both much older than me, kissing them and having them squeeze my tits and squeezing theirs in return... ... and yet all I could think of was Kyle's lips around my husband's gorgeous cock. My pussy was wet at the thought of it. There was a noise from the back door as the men tromped back into the house. We ladies quickly untangled and resumed our previous positions at the sink. We looked as normal as we could as the men piled into the kitchen. I cursed their rotten timing. Roz spoke to them. "Brian? Grab a couple bottles of wine- we'll have a night-cap in the living room." She shot a look at Marc and turned to me. "You two can stay longer?" It wasn't really a question. I looked over at Marc and Kyle was close beside him. Marc shrugged and I looked at Roz and smiled. "Sure. You're the boss." She patted a soft hand on my cheek. "You bet your ass I am." --- I hadn't had much time alone with Marc all day, but before we all gathered in the living room I pulled him into the powder room and gave him a big sloppy kiss. He was grinning like a fool and I asked why. He said he'd have a story for me later. I said, "I'll bet you do." Just then, Briget knocked on the door and told us two to cut it out and join everyone else. Busted. --- The den was huge- as big as our whole apartment. There was loads of seating. I could just tell this was a 'party room.' Dennis and Briget were curled up on a love-seat, and Roz and Brian draped around each other on the other smaller sofa. Marc and I were on the bigger sofa, with Kyle between us. Sandra joined us for a glass of wine. She sat in the big comfy wing-back. She wore a pair of silk lounging pajamas, and her short hair was a corona around her pretty face. I caught a brief glimpse of braless nipples under the slick fabric of her top, and I was thinking all sorts of nasty thoughts. A few times this afternoon, I had absently thought that I'd like to get her alone somewhere and slowly undress her, and lick and suck her tits, and maybe more. If only she wasn't my bosses daughter. But that had all gone out the window. Now anything was possible. --- Thanks to my/our friend and writing mentor, db, (aka velvethammer) for his help in shaping my stories. Though I won't be presenting them in his class, I hope they bring enjoyment. kat & marc Trusting Ch. 02 As in previous episodes, to avoid any confusion and disappointment for you, the reader, there sex between women and men, and women and women. There is also sex between consenting, adult males. If this type of sexual expression doesn't turn you on as much as it does me, please, read no further. Thanks. --- The den was huge- as big as our whole apartment. There was loads of seating. I could just tell this was a 'party room.' Dennis and Briget were curled up on a love-seat, and Roz and Brian draped around each other on the other smaller sofa. Marc and I were on the bigger sofa, with Kyle between us. Sandra joined us for a glass of wine. She sat in the big comfy wing-back. She wore a pair of silk lounging pajamas, and her short hair was a corona around her pretty face. I caught a brief glimpse of braless nipples under the slick fabric of her top, and I was thinking all sorts of nasty thoughts. A few times this afternoon, I had absently thought that I'd like to get her alone somewhere and slowly undress her, and lick and suck her tits, and maybe more. If only she wasn't my bosses daughter. But that had all gone out the window. Now anything was possible. --- After the other party guests had left, sat in the living room, talking and drinking wine. Brian had been sent to rob the wine cellar of a few more bottles. The kids were allowed to drink as well, and everyone was loose and happy. Roz was going on about life in Bush's America- how everyone was getting more and more closed-minded. She said any hope of an enlightened society was gone, and she was in despair about it. She was praying Kerry would win the coming election. Dennis asked if she was talking about sex. Roz said yes, sex was part of it. Sandra muttered something and rolled her eyes. "We're all adults here," said Briget, "and we can surely have an adult conversation about sex without getting all sanctimonious about it." Sandra said, "Yes, I can easily have a conversation about sex without getting all sanctimonious about it; I'm just not used to having that kind of conversation with my parents in the room." Everyone laughed at that. Briget said if she was embarrassed that she could go to bed. She stayed where she was. "So, do you think we're sexless beings just because we're over forty?" Dennis asked. "No, dad," said Sandra, "it just seems... weird, that's all." "As weird as the thoughts of your kids having sex?" asked Roz. Both Sandra and Kyle started. "Yes, Kyle," said his mother, looking right through him, "I know you've had sex. And I'm glad that you at least waited till you were eighteen." I looked at Kyle, and was blushing so brightly he looked like a tomato in a blond wig. "You see Kate," said Briget. "Despite what the prudish Sandra says, we have talked a lot about sex. We talked to our kids about sex, and drinking and drugs and all the pitfalls of youth as they were growing up. We only asked that they listen to our advice and abstain from any of it until they were old enough to vote." "Sounds like good parenting," I said. She smiled. "We thought so. Sandra didn't." Sandra sat up straighter, indignant. "What? I did too listen." Both Dennis and Briget cracked up. "Oh, Sandy," laughed Briget, "if you're sixteen and you're going to give your boyfriend a blow-job in the front seat of his car, try and make sure that its not parked right below your parent's bedroom window." Everyone but Sandra was howling in glee, she was blushing like Kyle had earlier. "I have to admit, it was exciting to watch!" Roz slapped her thigh. "So exciting they called us to come and watch you finish him off!" It was apparent that Sandra was absolutely mortified. Her mouth opened and closed but nothing came out, except a wheezy, "Oh, god...", then she burst into embarrassed tears. Briget rushed over to console her. She sat on the edge of the chair and wrapped her daughter in her arms. "Oh, its alright, dear," she cooed, stroking her hair. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. We're all adults here- we've all had sex and... maybe even sex that might be seen as, well... out of the ordinary. Though I can't speak for Kyle, and I can't speak for our guests..." Brian had disentangled himself from Roz, and he went to the mantle over the fireplace. He opened a little carved, wooden box and removed a plastic bag. "No," I said. "We've had sex that's... out of the ordinary, too." Sandra's voice was muffled, snuffling beside her mother's breast. "Oh yeah? In public? So everyone can see?" "Yes Sandra... well, at least... in a group. Group sex." I took a quick drink of wine. Marc looked over at me, wondering if I had gone insane. Kyle was looking at me too, though he seemed to be lingering on my breasts more than my eyes. I looked back at the two of them and smiled. I kind of spaced out, looking at the two of them, thinking about Kyle giving head to Marc, and wondering if my husband had returned the favor. I realized my pussy was really getting wet again. The vibe of the room had shifted. Brian appeared in front of us with the plastic bag, and pulled out a fat reefer. He looked at Marc and I in turn. "Do you mind?" he asked. I looked at my boss, wondering what she'd think, but while I was spacing out, Briget was already lighting up. She took a small hit and passed it to her teary-eyed daughter. Marc and I rarely smoked dope any more. It was a nice occasional treat, but I remembered what had happened last time I smoked up in a social setting as potentially volatile as this. "No, we don't mind at all," Marc replied. Brian smiled and handed the reefer and a lighter to Marc. Marc lit up and Brian went back to the mantle. He flipped a switch by the fireplace and the logs burst into gas flames. He went to a panel on the wall and the lights all around us dimmed to a mellow warmth. He lit a few candles that were scattered around. As the room filled with the sweet aroma of pot smoke and scented candles, it was like the vibe shifted into overdrive. I sort of floated away on a cloud as the joints burned down. Roz had come and sat between her son and I. I could feel her slender, yet comforting frame beside me. Across from us, Brian sat, like Dennis, alone and smiling, on their respective love-seats. Like they were spectators, waiting for whatever happened next. I rubbed my thighs together, hoping secretly that they wouldn't have to wait long. The conversation had dropped off while we passed around the joints. Briget took up the thread. "So, Kate... do you like it?" "Like what?" I asked. "Group sex." "I guess... it all depends on the group," I said. Roz placed her hand on my thigh and leaned toward Sandra and Briget, dropping the last roach in the ashtray. "See, Sandra? Everyone has done things that were potentially embarrassing. But as long as you're among friends, or people... who understand, its really no big deal. Right, Kate?" She looked at me. Her hand had crept up my and rested on my inner thigh, fingers lightly pressing one after the other, like she was playing a soft piano. I nodded, then took the plunge. "Its no big deal," I repeated softly, then I leaned in and kissed her while the whole room watched, hushed. She kissed me back for a moment, then pulled away. It was like she was composing herself. Roz took a breath, then spoke. "Alright everybody. Unless you are totally stupid, I think we all know where this is going." This is it, I thought, we're all gonna fuck... I was so horny from the wine and the pot and the great company, that I could barely stand it! Roz looked around the room. No one spoke. "Kyle, Sandra... I know we've tried to bring you up as thinking, feeling, open minded people, and I think we've done a damned good job." I was looking at Briget, and she was nodding in agreement. She smiled, and hugged her daughter closer. Roz continued. "If either of you feel that you can't look upon what is going to happen with a totally open mind, then you can leave. No pressure. Okay? But if you decide to stay, here are the ground rules. Nobody here will judge you, no matter what. And we would appreciate you not judging us, either." She let her last comment hang out there, for all to see. Neither of the kids moved. "Does everybody understand?" She looked at Kyle, and then Sandra, who both nodded solemnly. Then she looked at all of us. "Good." Brian laughed and looked at me. "It's usually easier to just listen to what Roz says. We just follow along." Everyone laughed, breaking the tension. Briget and Dennis both seconded that opinion. Roz made the first move. She leaned in and kissed me again, this time more forcefully. She brought a hand up to fondle one of my big tits and I arched my back and moaned encouragement while wrapping my arms around her. I craned my neck back and she kissed my naked throat. I have no idea how long it went on- I was really enjoying it, and I was hoping that she would continue... but all too soon, she let go of my breast and pulled away and we both leaned back, a bit out of breath. "I've wanted to do that all day..." she said. When I opened my eyes, I looked at Marc. He had one hand on Kyle's shoulder and the other on the teen's bare thigh. Kyle's eyes were wide and he was licking his lips. "See? Its no big deal," I sighed. I glanced over at Sandra and Briget and they were both flushed with excitement, too, from watching Roz and I. Briget, sitting above Sandra on the arm of the chair, had let one of her hands slide from Sandra's shoulder to lightly cover one of her daughter's tits. Oh God, I thought, was I going to see what I thought I was going to see? That was so... so fucking decadent! I shivered and pressed my legs tightly together. I felt like I was going to cum! I thought I saw Briget's hand slowly moving when Marc cleared his throat. I looked at him. "Holy shit, Kate... that was so... oh, fuck." I cocked my head at Kyle beside him. "I know about you and Kyle this afternoon, Marc." They both blushed deeply. "I say it's alright... Go for it." Kyle looked at Marc, then at me. Then he looked at his mother beside him. Was he really going to have to ask permission? "You're an adult now, Kyle." she whispered. "Its no big deal." Kyle's chest was heaving up and down. "Go ahead, sweetie," she whispered. Kyle looked at my husband, who gently squeezed the 19 year-olds slender thigh. Kyle took a deep breath, got off the couch and stood in front of Marc. I could see the bulge of his cock in his shorts. Marc ran his hand over it. Kyle shuddered, stripped off his tank top and tossed it aside. Marc took one more look at me and I nodded. He slid his hand over the bulge once more and Kyle took it. Marc drew him forward onto him, and the boy settled down on his lap. Their lips met in a feverish kiss. As Kyle quickly worked at the buttons of Marc's shirt, Marc's fingers were working at the button-like nipples on his partner's chest. They then moved down to start working off the boy's shorts. I heard Briget and Sandra moaning, but I was too transfixed to even peek and see what they were doing. Roz couldn't stop staring at the two men, either. Knowing what I knew later, the fact that one was her teen-aged son must have been driving her mad. "Oh, fuck," she moaned beside me, "that is so fucking hot..." Even though I wanted to watch, our hands had found each others and our fingers twined as she pulled me close to her and we kissed- our bodies meshing together. --- I heard things. I lost track of what was going on around me, but I knew things were happening. I heard Briget and Sandra converse in hushed tones, and then Briget telling her to go talk to Brian. I heard Briget call for her husband to get over there and fuck her right now. I heard clothes being removed and bodies coming together in sweaty, passionate lust. I heard kisses and tender words. I heard urgent whispers of need. I heard Kyle moan, and I looked over to see his eyes roll back in his head as my husband knelt before him and took his hard, pale and slender cock all the way down his throat. But what I heard most of all, was my own thundering heartbeat in my ears as Roz stripped me of all my clothes, kissing me all the while. She ripped off my shirt, then pulled off my capris, crouched on the floor below me. I took off my own bra as she peeled off my wet panties. She crawled back upon me and took one of my rock hard nipples into her hungry mouth and sucked as hard as anyone ever had. She then kissed me on the mouth and our tongues writhed around each others. I felt two gentle fingers invade my drenched pussy, and slowly pump in and out, and in and out. Just as I was getting used to them being there, Roz slowly withdrew them and brought them up to our faces. I was embarrassed by the wetness, and the obvious scent of arousal I had produced, until she brought them to our lips. She looked in my eyes and sensually licked one of her soaked fingers. Not to be out-done, I kicked the other. We both moaned and gasped, our fingers and lips and tongues meeting in a hungry, sexual dance. When the fingers were clean, I smiled and pushed her back onto the couch, and started removing her clothes. Her shirt, and sports bra were first. Her tits were smaller, yet kind of perky. She was in great shape for 43. Her pale nipples stood up proudly and I gently took one, then the other into my mouth as I straddled over top of her. Roz's eyes were closed, and the top of her blonde-haired head was grinding against her son's naked thigh. Roz didn't seem to care and Kyle didn't seem to notice, since my husband was eagerly sucking his cock. Marc was completely naked, crouched on the floor in front of him. His cock was totally erect and parallel to his belly. (I wished I had paid attention to when Kyle undressed him! I would have loved to have seen that!) I moved up to kiss Roz, and after a while, I felt a hand sliding from my shoulder, down to my ass. I looked up and it was Kyle, watching me ravish his mother with wide-eyed interest. As Marc slurped hungrily at his cock, I sat up on Roz's stomach. I took Kyle's hand, and smiling, I placed the open palm on my breast and held it there. His eyes got even wider as he squeezed me roughly, and played with the nipple. My eyes got wider as Roz found my wet, pearly clit with her thumb and started rubbing me off. I don't know why I did it- maybe I wanted us all four of us to be connected, but I took Kyle's hand and placed it on his mother's breast. Roz's eyes flew open. Both of them shuddered and jumped, like I had zapped them with an electrical charge. They froze. I leaned down and whispered to both of them, "Its no big deal... Its no big deal..." After the initial shock wore off, Roz relaxed and said "Go ahead, Kyle, do it... She's right, it's no big deal." Kyle stared at both of us, then started softly rubbing ad squeezing his mothers breast, while she pinched her other one. I got off of Roz's stomach, (as much as I liked the feel of her rubbing my clit) and pulled her shorts, then panties off. I swung her legs around had my breath taken away by her gorgeous shaved pussy. I wasted no time but dove in, tongue first. She writhed and moaned, and put the back of her thighs on my shoulders. I looked up and she had her eyes closed, with her son's hand clasped tightly to her breast while she told the world how good it all felt. She was really wet and I was feasting on her juices. In no time, she moaned that she was cumming. She squeezed my head between her thighs and ground my face into her pussy and she came in a series of ragged, red-faced gasps. Honey-like fluid poured from her pussy and I swallowed every decadent drop. Eventually, her legs fell off to the sides and I gave her one last, loving lick and sat back on my heels. I looked over at Kyle and he started bucking and moaning. He told Marc that he was going to cum, and Marc just started sucking harder. I pulled Roz to a sitting position, and sat up on the couch beside our two men. We leaned forward because we wanted to see young Kyle cum- at least I did. Roz, though dazed and coming down from her orgasm, had her eyes wide open. So I guess she wanted to see it too. My husband stopped sucking, and started slowly stroking Kyle's cock, catching his breath and licking his lips. "Come on, boy," he said, "let me see you cum... let me see you shoot..." Roz slid closer to her boy and joined the chant, saying that she wanted to see him cum, too. I had seen and done some wild things but this was the wildest. She grabbed his arm with both hands and held him close, her tits pressing against his biceps. Marc looked like he was going to start sucking again, but he just stroked him faster and faster, until Kyle cried out and the first ropes of cum shot from his prick, landing in the middle of his hairless chest. The second string landed partially on his chest and partly on his mother's. There were no more because Marc swooped back down and sucked them all from the source. Despite her apparent desire to see her son ejaculate, Roz was so shocked when it hit her, that she had leaned back into me and moaned, "Oh god, that was... that was..." She put a hand on my naked thigh and I took it and kissed her fingers. She looked at me and said, "That was wild..." "Yes," I said. "Wild." I guided her hand to her son's chest and rubbed her fingers through it. She yanked her hand back and looked at me, reluctant and wide-eyed; her mouth moving silently. I kissed her cheek and said, "Its no big deal, right?" She nodded. I brought her hand again to her son's chest, and she started playing with his cum of her own accord. While she was doing this I wiped the smear of her son's cum off her breast and brought it to my lips and sucked it off as she watched. She then continued playing with the cum on Kyle's chest. I sat back and watched Marc finish sucking Kyle's cock. When he finished, he looked at me and the corners of his mouth curled up. He stood and leaned over Roz, and kissed me. My eyes flew open as I realized that we were swapping the teen's cum! His eyes were open and he was looking at me mischievously. I sighed, contented. I reached up along his thigh, heading for his big erection. Imagine my surprise when I found Roz's hand already there and jerking him off! She looked at me, as if asking if it was alright that she might take him on. I nodded, and she leaned over and kissed me deeply. I reached for my glass of wine and leaned back into the corner of the couch to survey the scene around me. Kyle was lying back into the opposite corner of the couch, gently rubbing his semi-hard prick, blissfully watching his mother playing with Marc's uncut cock. Marc was standing in front of Roz, and she was sitting on the edge of the sofa, as she took his fat cock almost all the way down her throat. She was good- I could barely get that much into my mouth! But I looked over to the other love-seat and saw how she got the practice. Brian was leaning back, naked, on the small sofa and young Sandra was timidly stroking his cock. It was a beauty! Not quite as big as Marc's, but just as nicely formed. He was circumcised, with a plum-colored head. Sandra was still dressed. Brian was moaning, saying how good it felt. Although she sat a foot or so away from him, Sandra's pelvis was thrusting toward his cock, as if she wanted it in her pussy, but was far too shy to go that far. And her guilty eyes kept drifting over now and again to look at her parents. Her parents were going for it in the wing-back chair. Dennis was sitting, legs splayed off to either side, while my boss rode his cock, facing forward so she could see everything going on around her. She was whimpering, rubbing her clit feverishly with one hand, while supporting herself on the arm of the chair with her other. Dennis' hands were wrapped around her massive tits, tweaking the nipples between two fingers. She kept biting her lower lip and... Oh god, her tits were creamy, and white, and... big. Not so big as to be gross udders, but the tits of a mature woman. Sure, there were a few stretch marks, but what the fuck- she was over 40! I had always hoped to hell that mine didn't droop or sag as I got older. I wanted mine to look just like hers. Fuck! it all made me so horny! Trusting Ch. 02 It all looked so good! I didn't know what I wanted, there was so much to choose from. But I needed to cum, and the sooner the better! Marc had been guided to sit on the couch between Kyle and I as Roz got down on her knees and continued lustily sucking him off. Kyle was stroking Marc's chest lovingly and kissing him every now and then. Marc must have been close to cumming- I had no idea how he could last so long with all that was going on around him. I noted that Kyle was hard again and I absently toyed with the idea of getting it on with the young man, but then his mother's hand crept up his thigh and started to caress him. She wrapped her hand gently and tentatively around his rod and started stroking him up and down. Yet she never missed a beat with Marc. She was sucking off my husband and masturbating her son! I couldn't take my eyes off the scene until I heard Briget call out loud. I looked at her and she was flushed and sweating and obviously close to her own orgasm. She opened her eyes and looked right at me. She cocked her head, as she bounced up and down on her husband's lap. Well, when the boss calls you can't be tardy. I leaned over and quickly kissed Marc and wished him a good time. I rose and moved the few steps over to Dennis and Briget. She looped her free hand around my neck and pulled me in to kiss her. Our tongues were all over each other's mouths- we moaned and nibbled and bit each other's lips tenderly. My hands found her tits and I caressed them gently, roughly, whatever she seemed to want. Soon, Dennis said he was cumming she leaned back against him, pulling me with her. I watched them cum, still stroking her tits. Dennis groaned and pumped his load into her. She kept kissing me as she shook with her own orgasm. I was bent over, and I was starting to get a pain in my lower back, so I dropped to my knees in front of them. She wasn't shaved like Roz, but her pubes were neatly trimmed, like mine. I could see her swollen clit and below that, Dennis' softening prick, slowly sliding out of his wife's pussy. The smell was intoxicating... His cock plopped out- it was a sight to behold! I couldn't resist planting kisses all over the two of them and licking up the luscious, oozing products of their fucking. I held his balls and took his cock in my mouth, cleaning it off, and feeling it lurch and grow a bit, in my mouth. That was great! It wasn't very big, but it was a pleasant mouthful. I moved up slightly and kissed her pussy from top to bottom, slurping all their combined juices. I kissed her clit and felt her shudder and moan. I was really enjoying this, but it wasn't getting me off, and I think Briget knew it. She pulled me up and I sat on the edge of the chair. We fondled each others tits, while all three of us kissed, and giggled like teenagers. Finally, she asked me how I was doing. Though I was on a knife's edge, I said I was doing just great. She nodded over toward the love-seat where her daughter was still jacking off Brian. He still hadn't cum and I must say he was looking rather flustered. "Why not go and help them out?" she asked and I nodded, smiling. As I moved away, Briget grasped my hand and pulled me close. "Be nice to her... okay?" I nodded again and kissed her on the lips. Dennis was right there, so I gave him a lingering kiss as well. I had a feeling that I would be back playing with them soon. --- I put a hand on Sandra's shoulder and she jumped. She spun around to look at me, releasing Brian's cock, like she had been caught at something wicked. I smiled in encouragement. "How are you doing?" I asked. She looked at me, and let her eyes trail down my body, resting briefly on my breasts... and then lower. "I like it. I just don't know if I'm doing it right. I... don't have a whole lot of experience... I've only done this... a few times..." She looked sheepishly at Brian, who had started slowly stroking his own cock when Sandra had let it go. Her eyes were downcast and her hands were fidgeting in her lap, like she had failed. With my hand still on her shoulder, I sat behind her on the arm of the love-seat. Like her conscience, I whispered softly in her ear, "I think, if the rest of the room is any indication, that you're over-dressed." She looked around. Yes, everyone was naked, except her... She looked back at me. I kissed her cheek, and the corner of her mouth. "Do you trust me?" I asked. She looked like she didn't quite know what I meant. Then something clicked. She smiled at me. In that moment, I watched something shift in her eyes. I knew what that change was, because I had gone through the same change when I had sex with Gary, Mel, Sydney and Marc. I was in a safe place, and I could do anything. It was a tremendously liberating thing for me. And now it was young Sandra's turn. She looked at Marc, and her 'brother' Kyle, and they were kissing, and now both being sucked off by her 'second mother'. She had just seen her own mother and father fucking right there in front of her. And just seconds ago, she had been masturbating her 'second father'. I intoned what had become the mantra for the evening. "Its no big deal," I said. She looked at me and I knew she was throwing all caution and propriety to the wind. She stood up defiantly, and took the hem of her silk pajama top and slowly drew it over her head. She quickly held the bunched material over her chest and looked around the room. All eyes but Roz's were on her. She casually dropped it off to the side. Her breasts were spectacular! I imagined her mother's looked like that when she was younger. I heard murmurs from around the room, even from her own parents. It was little wonder- I had to resist the urge to reach over and grasp them! They weren't big, but they hung on her frame perfectly. Her little nipples looked for all the world like strawberries. They pointed up to the heavens. And the freckles. I just about came; she was so adorable! Hearing the appreciative moans from everyone present, Roz stopped what she was doing and turned to look. She too, whistled softly. Encouraged, Sandra turned around, her back to the gathering, and slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her bottoms. Casually, she bent over and slid them off. She drew herself up and turned around to face everyone, holding her last scrap of clothing. She dropped her bottoms off to the side, then put her hands on her hips. Like Roz's, her pussy was shaved, presumably for swimming. I wanted her. Badly. She was a smoking hot eighteen year old girl and she was looking forward to becoming a woman. She was the center of attention, looking around the room. I accepted what looked like challenge. I got up and walked over to her and took her in my arms. I kissed the sweet young girl's lips and she responded, as if letting go for the first time. She let her arms wrap around me lovingly and she kissed me deeply. This only made my need to cum more desperate. I took her face in my hands and looked at her beautiful, blushing face. "I really want to continue this, but don't you think we should do something about poor Brian?" She bit her lip shyly and nodded yes. I asked, "Do you... or should I?" "You... You first," she whispered, then added quickly, "But can I watch?" I nodded, yes. Inside, I was ecstatic that she wanted me to fuck Brian. I was dying to have his cock inside me. I couldn't wait much longer! I shooed Brian out of the way and laid back on the love-seat. Feeling like a total slut (and loving every minute of it), I spread my legs and lifted my pelvis. He got above me and guided his hard cock to my waiting pussy. He slid all the way in with no problem- I was so wet and ready. He groaned loudly and said, "Oh fuck, it won't take long, Kat, I'm so close to cumming!" I told him I was, too and he started fucking me deep and hard. I heard a yell from across the room and saw Roz and my husband, on their knees, taking turns sucking off Roz's boy. Kyle arched his hips and came in his mother's mouth. She moved off to let Marc take the next, diminishing spurt. They traded off like that, and when there was nothing left, Roz and Marc kissed deeply, probably sharing the boy's seed. She wrapped her arms around Marc and pulled him backward onto her, and right there on the carpet, she took his throbbing prick in hand and guided it into her bare pussy. I was too busy getting fucked by Roz's own husband to say anything, but I was thinking "Go, go, go! Fuck her Marc! Fuck her real good..." I looked back over Brian's shoulder and Sandra was there, gently rubbing her bare, swollen pussy, watching everything she could. Her head would have been better on a swivel. I motioned for her to come, and she knelt beside me. I pulled her in and kissed her. She responded, savagely. I pushed her face down between me and Brian and she sensed what I need immediately. She latched her lips onto one of my distended nipples and sucked for all she was worth. I held her there so she couldn't get away. It was what I needed, alright, and with a choked scream I started cumming. I lost track of things for a while but, somewhere in there, Brian came as well. I could feel his cum dripping out of me. It was a wonderful feeling. I smiled at him and whispered, thanks. He thanked me and started puling himself out of me. All I could see was the back of Sandra's head as it rested on my chest, so I knew she was watching his slow withdrawal from my vagina. I could still feel him- he was softer, but still half-hard. He had one knee on the love-seat and the other foot on the floor for support. When he came out of me, Sandra slowly moved toward him and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. He threw his head back and moaned. Off to the side, Briget moaned as well. "Oh, that's it, baby, suck his cock, that is so hot..." Sandra acted like she hadn't heard, she was on a mission. I edged out from beneath them and sat, in a better position to watch. Soon, Brian was sitting back in the love-seat getting sucked by his 'daughter', while watching his wife, now being fucked doggie-style by another man across the room. Roz had her head down on the carpet as Marc drove his cock into her. I could tell that he was going to cum again. I snuggled in to watch everything, and to trade a few ecstatic kisses with Brian. Sandra soon had his cock back to full hardness and with a mischievous grin, she got up and straddled his lap. I moved out of the way and she raised up and slowly inserted his hard cock into her pussy. With a groan from the both of them, she worked it all the way inside her. "Oh god, Brian, you're fucking huge," she whispered, and started hunching up and down on him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He fondled and kissed her breasts as she rode him, faster and faster. Briget left Dennis sitting, dazed and happy in the wing-back chair, and came over to snuggle in beside me. Eventually Sandra looked over at her and shared a mother-daughter smile. Then she returned her attention to Brian. Briget ran a hand down past my breasts, stopping briefly to play with them, then continued down to my pussy. She dipped her finger inside me and brought it, shiny and sweet, to her lips. She licked it dry, smiling all the while. We kissed, just for a moment then we turned to the action beside us. We both watched as Brian and Sandra fucked. Brian said there was no way he was going to cum again but that didn't go for Sandra. She fucked him harder and harder, finally cumming with a yell and a series of hitching, gasping spasms. She collapsed on his chest and he covered her head and shoulders with countless little kisses. It took a while for her breath to return to normal. When she did, Briget and I were still curled up beside them. Her hands were around me, cupping my tits, stroking them lovingly. It was crowded, but comfortable. The girl looked at us and smiled. "So, Sandra..." said Briget, wrapping both arms around me tighter, and pulling me close. "I take it you're not a virgin?" "What makes you say that?" "Well, the ease with which you took him in, for one thing..." Sandra gasped as Brian's cock flexed, and hit a particularly nice spot, and smiled. "No, mother. I'm not a virgin." "Can I ask how it happened? Just out of curiosity?" "Well, mother, it was either gymnastics in grade 10... or when Kyle and I fucked on my 18th birthday." "You what!" Briget yelped. "Oh my god," said Roz from across the room. "Whatever possessed you--" "Well, come on, Roz," said Sandra, "That's why we both looked like scared rabbits when you told Kyle that you knew he had had sex. We both thought that you were talking about us. Me and him. Right?" She twisted around and looked at Kyle, sitting spent, beside his mother and Marc. Kyle nodded sheepishly. "We only did it once..." "And that makes it alright?" snapped Roz. "What's the big deal, Roz?" asked Sandra. "Don't be so hypocritical! We were adults. And with the way you guys carry on..." "Who? What do you mean?" "Come on, Roz! You and Brian, and mom and dad have been fucking for years, don't tell us any different." Sandra got off Brian's softening cock, and turned to sit on his knee. She was getting wound up now- not backing down one bit. "You think you've been all sneaky and smart but it's so obvious. That's what convinced us to try it. We saw you guys heading off into one room after my party. I called Kyle and we agreed you probably weren't talking about the weather. He said he had actually seen you guys fucking when he was about ten. Right?" Kyle blushed and stammered. "Yeah, I was probably ten or so." "Well, when he told me about it, I got really horny, and I figured if it was okay for you guys, it was okay for us, too. So I suggested we go to my room and do the same." "We only did it once..." Kyle was offering his same excuse again. "Yeah," said Sandra, "only because he got all scared and guilty. Looks like you got over it, huh, bro?" Kyle sort of smirked and blushed, until he remembered his angry mother sitting right beside him, and the smirk faded. Roz was steaming. But so was Sandra. "Look," said the girl, "you're the one who said we wouldn't be judged by what we did or didn't do!" She had a point. Everyone looked at Roz. Nothing is more uncomfortable than someone caught in hypocrisy. She was neck deep in it and she looked ready to scream. She did the only possible thing. She started laughing. She laughed and the rest of us laughed, too. We laughed until it hurt. We all reached for our drinks and drank and laughed some more. We untangled from each other and drank again. Things fell silent. "Well," said Roz, finally, wiping her eyes, "I guess in the present circumstances... it really doesn't matter what you and Kyle have done. It was just a shock, that's all, and I apologize for getting so pissed off. I had no right to. Whatever you guys want to get into, I can't say I object- I only ask that you respect each other and not hurt anyone. That's all. So, again, I'm sorry." "Apology accepted," said Sandra. "Thanks." Roz looked into her wine glass, then at all of us. "I'm going to propose a toast, and then I'm going to bed..." She raised her glass. "To family and friends." We all raised our glasses and said, "To family and friends." We all came together over the coffee table and clinked our glasses together and drank. Roz sat her empty glass down and got up, stretching. Everyone else again followed suit. We stood, naked, in a loose circle. I thanked everyone for a truly remarkable evening, and said that Marc and I should be heading home. It was about 2:30. Kyle looked at me and said, "Are you sure you can't stay?" Grinning, Sandra said, "Yeah, I'm sure we can find some place for you to sleep!" "Thanks, all of you," said Marc, "but we really should be going. I have to work tomorrow." "We'll see them to the door," said Briget, slipping an arm around me. Roz looked at her husband and cocked her eye at the door. "Coming?" Brian nodded and excused himself, thanking us again for coming. Roz passed by Sandra, and whispered something in her ear. Sandra blushed and nodded. She whispered something to her mother, who smiled. Sandra said goodnight to the rest of us, and followed Roz and Brian out the door. Marc and I gathered our clothes and got dressed as Kyle, Briget and Dennis gathered wine glasses and straightened things out. In the front hall, we all kissed each other. Dennis said, "We'd like to have you over again some other time." Marc and I both smiled and said we'd love to. As we were ready to leave, Briget pulled me aside. "I know I don't have to tell you this, but this shouldn't be talked of... around the office." "I know. You have my word." She smiled. She really was gorgeous. "I know I can count on you... We'll see you soon? Outside of the office?" I kissed her, trading tongues for the last time that night. Kyle and Dennis were standing back in the living room. They had their arms companionably around each other, and amazingly, their cocks were showing signs of life, after a hard night. As the door closed behind us, I could imagine Briget walking back to where her men stood. They would separate, and Briget would slip in between then. Then they would walk up the stairs to a new life. I had a feeling there were going to be a few rooms in that house that would not get as much use as they once did. --- Again, thanks to my/our friend and writing mentor, db, (aka velvethammer) for his help in shaping my stories. We appreciate your help and value the friendship of your family. Kisses- kat and marc