Chapter 11

They had the lights low, and two shakers of icy martinis, and the stereo going softly in the background. Regina looked around at the way Bill had helped her arrange the couches facing each other, with nothing in between. It looked good; in fact, it looked perfect, and she was happy to know where the two girls were—over at a friend’s house for the night.

The boys would be watching from over there somewhere, through an opening left in the window curtains. She glanced that way now, and knew an additional thrill, because they were probably already in place and anxious for the show to get underway.

They’d be seeing their mothers and fathers screwing, watching them change over and share, eyeing the oral sex that was sure to follow the first frenzied releases of passions. And after that, what? She had promised Stella there would be time for them to know each other, when the men were too worn down to object. She and Stella would make love, however two women did it.

That should turn everybody on, the men and the hidden boys, and maybe there would be some mixed-up sharing then. The poor boys would just have to sweat it out, until possibly later. If not that night, then there was always tomorrow.

She smoothed her thin dressing gown and lifted her nipples against the material, standing tall and sleek, hoping that her son was getting a good view. When she moved, she allowed the robe to fall back from her smooth thighs, showing off her long legs to best advantage.

Bill wore a robe, too; it was his white terry-cloth, and he looked good in it, his hairy legs muscled and stocky. They had decided on robes as the best to wear, since they were the easiest to get out of. Regina had called the idea to Stella, who agreed.

She hadn’t yet said anything to Stella about screwing Dale, and she wouldn’t, until sometime later in the evening. Then she’d also have to confess to fucking Carey. By then, it shouldn’t matter, and since each of the women now had three lovers, there was no good reason they shouldn’t add a fourth.

Wild, Regina thought, wild. Fucking two men and two boys, with one of the boys her own son; if that wasn’t a bizarre arrangement, she didn’t know what could be. And the setup would probably get even more strange later on. She had no intention of stopping now, no desire to pull back without tasting all the ecstasies she could gather.

She smiled at her husband. “Ready, darling?”

He flipped back his robe and she saw his prick erect, the bulbous end glowing, the shaft thick and heavy. “Yeah,” he said, “I’m ready. I’ve had a hard-on for an hour.”

Regina touched it. “Nice, Bill; have you thought of what we ought to do first?”

He snorted. “No plans; just whatever comes naturally. Or whatever isn’t natural. I don’t imagine Chuck will want to fuck his own wife first, though. Here—have another drink with me.”

“Sure, but let’s not get too much of a head start on the Bakers, though.” She accepted the cold martini and took a gulp from the glass. It helped key up her own courage, as had the others she’d downed before. And if she wasn’t mistaken, Stella Baker was belting the juice pretty good about now.

The door sounded and they both jumped. Bill retained presence of mind enough to yell “come on in!” instead of going to greet them. They were friends and neighbors, and if any of them felt awkward now, it wasn’t the time to show it.

Stella was stunning in a scarlet robe, a new one she must have dashed out to buy; it was long and slinky, touched with fake white fur that set off her midnight hair and opened when she walked to reveal the flawless olive skin of her legs. Her tits made the thin material stand out, and the twin cones of her nipples showed plainly—if anything about Stella could be called plain. Even her hairdo was special, piled high and exotic, and she wore false lashes.

Chuck hung back some, wrapped in a Japanese yukata and wearing rubber scuffs on his feet. Regina went straight to him, holding out a martini, locking eyes with him before she kissed him on the mouth.

“Well,” Stella laughed, with that huskiness in her voice that said she was already high, “if that’s the way it’s going to be right from the start—”

She held Bill close when she kissed him, and her tongue flashed wetly as it worked in and out of his mouth. Her hips rolled suggestively beneath the filmy red robe, showing the modeling of her ass, and she pressed her body into his.

Over Stella’s shoulder, Bill lifted his eyebrows, grinned and shrugged. Chuck grinned back, and the ice was broken. They had a few drinks and the music urged them to dance. Regina had almost forgotten the hidden onlookers as she glided smoothly with Chuck, feeling the bulge of his erection beneath his robe.

It was a mutual movement, a silent agreement that sent them drifting toward the couches. Bill sank down with Stella, and Regina floated down with Chuck. They did things to each other, feeling and caressing, kissing and fondling, but each couple watched the other.

Regina was first to drop her dressing gown, and as it disappeared, Chuck was at her tits, first with eager hands and then with a hungry mouth. Stroking his red-brown hair, Regina looked over at the others and smiled sensuously. She slid down as Chuck nibbled her tits and cupped her damp mound, stretched beside him so that she could take his prick in hand and show it to the on-lookers.

Stella wasn’t to be outdone; she grabbed Bill’s ready cock and stroked it, bent swiftly to kiss it, and Regina heard her husband’s gasp of shock. But Stella didn’t mean to suck him off then; she pushed him back upon the couch and placed one knee on each side of him, still fondling his hard cock as she smiled down at him, then over at her husband and Regina.

The other woman eased her furry crotch down upon Bill’s upright prick, and as the flanged head slipped into her pussy lips, she said: “Look, Chuck—isn’t this what you wanted to see—Bill fucking your wife?”

“Yeah,” Chuck grunted, and Regina felt his cock reaching blindly for the entrance of her labia, searching and prodding for the slippery cleft so he could also fuck.

She guided it in for him, turned so that she was under his body—as Stella had done earlier that day, to fuck young Dale—and so they could both watch the scene on the other couch. Only a few feet separated them, only a short distance between the two men and the women they were beginning to fuck. The fun part was that the wives and husbands didn’t match, that technically they should only be screwing their legal mates. And seeing anyone else put his prick into the cunt of another man’s wife was an unthinkable sight.

But there it was, and here they were, and as Chuck’s prick sank thrillingly to the haft inside of Regina’s oily pussy, across the way Stella slid all the way down on Bill’s meat pole.

Regina ground her cunt on Chuck’s rod, felt it slide in and out and gripped the soapy shaft with the muscles of her vagina, bearing down whenever the meaty club slid over her pulsating clitoris. It felt better somehow, more daring, more exciting, because her husband was watching her roll her ass, because her lover’s wife was staring at the way Regina was eating up the hard cock with her pussy lips.