Storiesonline.net ------- Zero Hour by E. Z. Riter ------- Synopsis: Timmy and Natalie have been invited to join a spouse-sharing group. The decision to join -- or not to join -- has to be made by Zero Hour. And the clock is ticking away. Codes: MF Mult no-sex 1st cons bro sis het group It was Friday after work and I was beat. As I stood in line for the Park-'n-Ride Bus, my brain was whirring, and I couldn't turn it off. We were counting down to Zero Hour, the time when the nuclear explosion would occur. The decision had to be made at eight -- only three short hours -- and I still wasn't sure. Zero Hour. Shit, that's what we called it. Zero Hour. That's what it was. Natalie and I had been invited to join a spouse-sharing group and tonight was our initiation. We had to decide by eight whether or not we wanted it. Did we remain monogamous or swap? That is like a nuclear explosion, you know. Our marriage -- the one we're in now where we promised to forsake all others as long as we both shall live -- is gone, eliminated in a flash. A new marriage takes its place. One where we promise to love, honor, cherish, and fuck around, taking on other sexual partners as we shall both agree. Or maybe more. Or, maybe, we split up after it, divorce, go our separate ways. Hell, who knew? One thing was perfectly clear. Natalie wanted to do it. I don't know if she wanted to spouse-swap or if she just wanted Sam Hambrick to mount her. She had the hots for him. That was perfectly clear. That did create another alternative to my dilemma, I guess. I could just tell her to go fuck Sam and no one else. Would I'd rather live with that? I mean, which would be easier -- swapping, and knowing five other guys were fucking her, or knowing it was just Sam? So, there I was. Like a zombie, I entered the bus, found a seat, and stared out the window. I don't remember the ride to the car park lot, or getting into my old VW Rabbit and driving home. But, when I got home, my mind kicked into high gear. From the moment I stepped out of the car, everything about that weekend is remembered perfectly, clearly, and in brilliant living color. Everything. I was twenty-two then and Natalie was twenty-three. We were both a year out of college and a year into our marriage. We had been together two years, although we had known each other for five and dated off and on before we became serious about each other. Natalie was a third-grade teacher. I held down an entry-level position for a major company. No kids, and none planned. We lived in a nice three-bedroom patio home in a nice little development full of nice patio homes. Two-car garage. Starting the American dream. It was six-ten when I opened the back door and stepped into my kitchen. I could hear the Beatles playing in the bedroom and knew Natalie was getting ready. The house seemed empty and sterile as I walked toward the bedroom, but in the bedroom, the house was alive. Music blared. All the lights were on. And I could hear Natalie singing along with the Beatles in her high, clear voice that never managed to hit all the notes. I stripped out of my suit as quickly as I could and opened the door to the bathroom just as the water turned on. Natalie spun around to look at me. Her face absolutely beamed. "Timmy," she said happily. She jumped into my arms and kissed me hard, with her arms around my neck and her body on mine. "Quickie. Come on," she said, yanking me toward the bed. I suspect an unemotional connoisseur of women's bodies would say Natalie was average, but I thought she was beautiful, a beautiful, sexy woman-creature that was mine. All mine. For now. She climbed on the bed, pulling me on top of her. "No foreplay. Just stick it in," she said, guiding my dick into her cunt. I never considered myself a ladies' man, but I had enjoyed more than a few when I met Natalie. Sex with her was different. It was the way she felt under me and the way my cock fit her cunt. Most of all, it was the way we fit together mentally, the way she looked at me when we fucked or made love or just held each other. All of those looks said "I love you" more than words ever could. Natalie was super-horny and orgasmed almost immediately, whimpering and groaning with her head lolling and her eyes open but unseeing. I liked the way she came. I always had. She stared up at me, eyes still hot, need still evident. "Let it go, baby. Come in me," she said. Her heat flashed up a notch. "Think of all those new pussies you're going to get," she said. My cock wilted. "Oh, baby, don't be anxious," she whispered in my ear. "It's going to be great. You'll love it. I know you will. They want you, you know. All of them. They want my stud to fuck them. My stud. You are mine, Timmy. No matter how many women you have, or men I have, you are still mine. Always mine. My husband. My lover. Till death us do part." I rolled on my back. She kissed my cock, kissed me, and bounded off the bed. As I watched her go back into the bathroom to shower, I remembered what Brooke had said. Brooke, Sam's wife. My sister. The spouse-swapping group had five couples. Natalie and I -- if we joined -- would be the sixth. The driving force behind the group was Sam Hambrick. Sam was smart, smooth, and had inherited money. He also was handsome as hell. The ladies all loved him. His wife was my older sister, Brooke. Brooke was the good-looking child in my family, better looking than Caroline, my younger sister, or me. She was also the sexy one. And the wild one. Sam is the one who broached the swap club with me, and asked us to join. But Brooke was the one who sat down with me to tell me about it. It was last Saturday as Brooke and I sat at my kitchen table with our coffee cooling before us. "The club gets together every two weeks or so. Sometimes we go to out to dinner and dancing. Sometimes we go to our house for beer and barbeque. Always, we swap before the evening's over. It's a fun, social evening with friends that includes sex, Timmy. That's all." She put her hand over mine. "Now, be honest. You've wanted Taylor since junior high and now you'll have her. Not every week and not every time we swap. But enough." Taylor was Zach's wife, and she was hot. I had drooled over her since junior high, but somehow fucking Taylor didn't seem important at the moment. Brooke gave me her sexy grin, the one saying she knew a secret. "And you'll get me. Oh, don't give me that. I've always known you wanted me. I even teased you when we were kids. Tell me, baby brother-how often did you masturbate thinking of me?" I didn't try to deny it. Brooke was my first fantasy-mine, and a lot of other guys. "What happens the very first time?" I asked. "The initiation?" "Yes," I replied. "We'll start the evening off like any regular party. At eight o'clock Friday night, you and Natalie tell us your decision. If it's 'No' then you two go home and the rest of us will stay and fuck our brains out. If it is 'Yes, ' then the initiation begins. If you want to watch her first time with another guy, Sam will take her into the bedroom and fuck her. All of us will be there watching. If you don't, Sam and the guys will take her away. We girls will take you away." She leaned forward and whispered, as if sharing a dark secret. "It's a guy's fantasy, Timmy. Until Sunday morning, we five wives will be your harem. We'll do whatever you want whenever you want. We'll caress you and massage you body with oils. We'll fuck you and suck you until you don't want any more." "What happens to Natalie?" "She has a gang-bang. Five guys will fuck her in every hole she has. They'll use her in every way they can think of. She'll be used until she's comatose, but they won't let her sleep. They'll pump her full of caffeine and use her some more. When you get her back Sunday morning, she'll be sore, bruised, exhausted and the best-fucked woman on the planet." Brooke looked concerned as if she was worried about me and had something else to say. "How many guys has Natalie had?" she asked. "Two besides me. Well, that's what she said," I replied. "That's nothing. She's going to have five and she's going to have them for thirty-six hours. A gang-bang changes a woman, Timmy. I know. It changes them forever. For me, the change was good. I love being what I am. But for Natalie?" She hesitated before saying, "There are a couple of other things you should know. I'm not supposed to tell you this, so never mention it. Sam can't find out." "What?" I asked. "I said you'd have the fives wives at your initiation and that's true. But there will seven women there. Two couples we initiated broke up and the wife stayed in the group. That's another benefit of club membership for a guy. The guys screw two extra woman outside of the group play time. One more thing. Natalie will be pierced. She'll get a golden rod through her clit hood." "Why?" I said. "It makes a woman hornier. Almost every time we move, our clit feels the rod. Besides the physical stimulation, it reminds us of fucking and of the group, of getting laid and belonging. Want to see mine?" Brooke was teasing but she would have done it, yanked down her panties and showed me her pussy. Hers was the first pussy I'd ever seen, sneaking a peek through a tiny hole in the wall between our bedrooms. "Not now," I said. "We all want you and Natalie to join us, Timmy. We really do. There are seven women just waiting to fuck you. All you have to do is say 'Yes.'" "What if I say 'No' and Natalie says 'Yes'?" I asked. "That's between you and her. But... Taylor and Zach said 'No' at first. But Sam wanted Taylor and he can be very persuasive. It only took him a month before he was screwing Taylor. Then he shared her with the other guys. Then he told Zach all of them were fucking Taylor, and offered him another chance to join as a couple." She didn't say what I already knew. Sam wanted Natalie. My Natalie. I don't know why he did, but he did. "I doubt if any woman can resist him if he sets his sights on her," Brooke said, reinforcing what she hadn't said directly. I wondered if Sam was already fucking Natalie, if she had already succumbed to him and his wily ways. I wondered how many of the couples besides Taylor and Zach were in the club because Sam had fucked the wife and the husband went along for the ride. I wondered who the two ex-wives were, and what their former husbands were doing today. I wondered what the hell I was going to do. Strangely, Natalie and I didn't talk about Friday night and the club all week. But she must have told me a thousand times she loved me, and wanted me, and wanted to stay married to me. I really didn't have any question about that. I knew she loved me. I knew she would be by my side in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, till death us do part. And I knew someday she would fuck Sam. Maybe not Friday night. Maybe not for a year or two years. But she would do it. So that's where I was Friday night as I heard Natalie in the shower after our little quickie. The shower stopped. When I went into the bathroom, Natalie was vigorously drying her short, brown hair. She gave me a big smile. I ran the electric razor over my face as she put on her makeup, applying it very lightly as she always did. I showered and watched her through the glass. I could tell she was excited. Her movements were quick and efficient. She sat down with her bikini in her hand and her fine sewing scissors. I turned off the shower and reached for a towel. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm removing the vanity pad from my bikini bottoms. I'll flash camel toes with it gone," she said with a lewd grin. That was the dress code this Friday night, swimsuits around the pool in Sam and Brooke's backyard. I noted Natalie wasn't readying her tiniest bikini, but one that covered more area. I slipped on my loose baggy swim trunks so someone could get their hand up the leg to play with my cock. I had no doubt someone would. We left at six forty-five and pulled into Sam's driveway a little before seven. We hadn't said a word. Natalie was looking at me as I turned off the engine. When I started to open my door, she grabbed my hand. Her grip was strong. "Do you want to swap?" she asked. "I don't know. Do you?" "You decide. You, Timmy. Then tell me what you want to do," she said intently. "You'll abide by what I decide?" I asked. "Yes, I will. I love you with all my heart. I never want to change what we have between us. So I'll do whatever you want me to do," she said. Good words. Good, but hollow. Things had already changed between us. Just the acts of getting ready for an orgy with us as the central characters. Just the thought. Make that thoughts, plural. Neither of us had thought about anything else for a week. Natalie couldn't hide her feelings, although she tried. She wanted to participate. She wanted Sam and probably all of them. She wanted strange cock. Yet, no doubt she meant what she said to me. I'm sure she believed it. She would try to be faithful. Would she try hard enough? Was she strong enough to resist when the full onslaught of Sam's seduction was unleashed on her? Or would she crater? Maybe she had cratered already. Maybe Sam had already fucked her. Maybe that's what Brooke was telling me when she said some of the women left their husbands rather than give up the group, telling me to go along or lose my wife because she had already succumbed. Or maybe I was reading too much into the whole damn thing. Sure, I wanted to fuck Taylor. I had wanted to fuck Brooke since I knew what fucking was, and I still wanted her. If we did this, I would have them. Them and five others. All the pussy a man could want. Maybe that was it. Maybe Natalie didn't really want to join, but she thought I did so she was going along. Maybe I wanted it more than I consciously realized and my desire was clouding my judgment, impairing the way I read my wife's feelings, the way I viewed my own feelings. Maybe, I was over-thinking the whole damn thing. I couldn't let my little head do my thinking for me. Not this time. Too much was at stake. Way too much. If my little head made the decision, I'd lead Natalie into the party, strip her naked, and say, "Let's get it on!" No, my big head and my heart needed to agree on this one. Brooke greeted us at the door, took the bottle of wine we brought, and gave us each a neighborly hug. She was in her bikini. Brooke was voluptuous, a big-breasted hunk of loving woman. She wasn't fat. She was an exercise freak, and was all muscle. She led us out by the pool. Everyone had shed their cover-ups. The women were all in bikinis and a couple of those tiny suits were little more than a few square inches of strategically placed material. Natalie and I tossed aside out cover-ups, leaving us in our suits. The big electric clock visible from the back yard read seven. One hour until Zero Hour. One short hour. I noticed the women assessing me and the men's eyes stripped and fucked Natalie without saying a word. Sam was by the barbeque pit talking to Zach and Jeff. Taylor slunk up to us. "I'm the designated waitress," she said. "What can I get you?" "Cokes for both of us," I replied. I had told Natalie no liquor tonight. If we were going to do this, I wanted the decision to come from us, and not Jack Daniels. I watched Taylor twitch away. Natalie grabbed my hand fiercely, with her nails into my palms. Her face was frightened and questioning. Maybe she didn't want it. Maybe she was afraid of saying "No" because she thought I wanted it. Maybe she wanted it, but was afraid of hurting me. Who knew? I knew this Taylor was the ice queen in high school. She was beautiful with a good body, but none of us touched her. Sometime in college, Zach broke through her walls of resistance and married her. I'd bet a month's pay she was a virgin on their wedding night. Now she was relaxed and happy-still a lady in public, but at these gatherings, she was slutty, like she'd never seen a cock she didn't like. It wasn't Zach who broke her down that way. I wondered if it was Sam, or if it was the group with their unrelenting gang-bang. I wondered what Natalie would be like Sunday after they did her. If they did her. We sipped our Cokes and visited. The visit was like any other group of good friends except the specter of unbridled sex was more ominous, the women more scantily clad. Natalie and I continued to hold hands. Were we afraid what would happen if we let go? Maybe, we were like two deer trapped by wolves, standing back to back to defend our lives. Maybe we were just apprehensive at the prospect of disappointing each other. Yeah. Maybe that was it. Seven thirty. Half an hour to Zero Hour. "Hey, you two. Let's get in the hot tub," Sam said. "Sure," Natalie said and she dropped my hand. She padded after Sam and he extended a hand to help her in. So, she wanted Sam to fuck her. After twenty minutes of holding my hand, a word from him and she runs off with him. Well, not run off. They were only a few feet away in the hot tub. "Come on. Let's join them," Taylor said, taking my hand. The hand Natalie just dropped. Taylor's hand felt different. Softer. Less needy. I let her tug me down into the bubbling waters. The hot tub held eight and was off the corner of the patio in semi-darkness. Taylor sat down, pulling me down beside her. I hadn't even realized Jeff and Sophia, Brian's wife, were already in the tub until I was opposite them. Natalie and Sam were to my right. Brooke sat down on my right, filling the space between Natalie and me. The two women squeezed up against me to make sure I knew what a hot thigh felt like. Suddenly, I realized Sophia's top was gone and she was sitting in Jeff's lap with her knees drawn up. They were fucking right there in front of us. I could see the curve of her ass and tiny movements she made as she rocked back and forth on his cock. I'd never seen another couple fuck, certainly never been this close where I could lean forward and touch either of them. I heard Natalie gasp. Maybe, she just realized what was happening. I leaned forward to see her just as Sam leaned forward. I could see Natalie's face. Sam was fingering her. He had to be. Either that or she was masturbating. So that was it. First contact. My blood boiled. My shoulders tightened. And Taylor's hand slid up my swim trunks to seize my cock. She squeezed hard once and then held it gently in her closed fist, not moving, not pressuring, just holding. That was more erotic than her jacking me off. Brooke's arm was over my shoulders, her hand in my hair. With her other hand, she pulled me back. "I can't see them," she whispered. But that wasn't the reason. Sitting back I could not see what Sam was doing with my wife. It was like a dream, a strange drug-induced dream. I thought about getting up. The women felt my tension. Taylor tightened her grip on my cock and Brooke held my shoulders. "Relax, Timmy," Brooke whispered in my right ear. "I know you want me," Taylor whispered in my left ear. "I want you, too, Tim. I want you to fuck me." Sophia groaned. Her arms slowly rose and she lay back with Jeff's cock still buried in her pussy and her head in my lap. Sophia was exotic, a wild Greek-Italian, olive-skinned, big-breasted woman. Her hair floated on the water tickling my legs. She was looking up at me with sex-laden eyes. Her lips parted. She wanted to be kissed. By me. She wanted me to lean over and put my lips on hers and stick my tongue in her mouth. "Play with her breasts. Timmy," Brooke whispered to me, but I was afraid. Afraid if I did I was saying "Yes," or violating my marriage vows. Jesus, my marriage vows. A woman other than my wife was playing with my cock and my brother-in-law was playing with my wife. "Come on," Brooke whispered. Brooke guided my right hand, holding it around the wrist, until my fingers brushed Sophia's breast. "Other hand," Taylor whispered. She let go of my cock to guide my left to Sophia's other breasts. I didn't want to play with Sophia's breasts. Really. Consciously I didn't want to do it. But I felt a tremendous sense of loss when Taylor let go of my cock. True separation anxiety. And Sophia's breasts were big and soft with hard nipples. They felt so good in my hands. So good. Natalie moaned and I twisted to see her. She had orgasmed. Orgasmed on Sam's facile fingers as she sat in the hot tub with me less than three feet away. I looked at the clock. Seven fifty. Ten minutes to Zero Hour. "I need to cool off," I said. Hands left me and I stood. "Come on, honey," I said, extending my hand to Natalie. She took it and followed me to the swimming pool. Holding hands, we jumped in. I pulled her to me and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I realized jumping in had caused her bikini top to come off. Natalie was bare-breasted. I wondered how many men had seen her that way. I wondered if she cared if they saw her. Hell, I wondered if I cared. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Her kiss was hot and sweet and loving, the kind of kiss only a lover gives. The kind of kiss that makes a man want to hold the woman and never let her go. "Did you get off?" she asked. She looked concerned. Frightened maybe-not angry or perturbed. "No. Did you?" "He didn't even touch my pussy. He just stoked it through my bottoms, but I came. I didn't mean to, but when I watched you playing with Sophia's breasts." She shrugged. "It was hot, wasn't it?" "Yes, it was." "Was Taylor playing with your cock?" she asked. "Not playing. Holding really." I realized all the others had stopped whatever it was they were doing, even Sophia and Jeff. They were all standing around the pool watching my wife and me as we floated wrapped around each other. They all were dressed, even Sophia who had put her bikini back on. They leaned against each other and held hands and watched. And waited. "You want to fuck Sam, don't you?" I said to Natalie. "I don't want to do anything that will make you love me less," she replied. "You want me to agree to swap," I said. "I want you to make the decision that pleases you," she replied. "And if I say 'No, ' will you fuck Sam anyway?" "Don't ask me that," she replied, acting hurt. She hadn't answered my question. She had successfully diverted me. But did she? Would she? "It's up to you," she said. Up to me? Good, God, what did I want? How far would I go? What would I do? I looked up at the clock. I was out of time. It was seven-fifty-nine and the second hand was scurrying toward Zero Hour. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-12-25 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------