Inside, no one greeted us, but we heard talking and laughing out back. Jason, who’d been here once before, showed me around. The place was huge, but then there were supposed to be eight other couples staying here, plus us – really inexpensive split nine ways. The third bedroom (of seven) we looked into was empty, so Jason claimed it by tossing our suitcases on the bed. I liked that we’d be upstairs, a refuge in case the activity downstairs exceeded my ability to cope. I’d so far never had a meltdown in front of Jason.
I changed into my white bikini, with a sheer white tunic cover-up. Jason put on a t-shirt, Queen, Freddie Mercury with a big British flag. When he pulled on his bathing suit, I was surprised to see that his cock was mostly hard. I stepped close and put my hand inside the trunks.
“Can I help you with that before we go downstairs?” I asked.
“No,” he laughed, “I’m sure it will come in handy. Let’s go meet these folks.”
Downstairs, I circled through the rooms. The large living room had two full sized sofas side by side, facing a big TV. Throw rugs covered the wooden floor. Along one wall, book shelves were filled with Louis L’Amour and Perry Mason, Ian Fleming and Robert Ludlum, and a lot of fishing books. The walls in the living and dining rooms were mostly bare except for a large map of the Poconos.
We walked past the kitchen and out through a screen door that slammed shut behind me. The second thing I noticed was the backyard, or whatever you call more than an acre of lawn, with badminton, swimming pool, and two picnic tables. A dozen large blankets had been spread out on the lawn on the other side of the pool. A tall, solid fence guarded the side along the road. The other two sides were forest. The trees hadn’t started to change colors yet.
The backyard was the second thing I’d noticed. The first thing was that all three men and two of the women were completely naked. The third woman was topless. I was way overdressed.
I introduced myself to the guy with the bottle of champagne and gulped a little from the glass he poured me. He pointed out everyone and they waved or raised their glass when they heard their name.
“That’s Gina with Jason,” he said. I knew that Gina was the person who’d invited us and that the previous time Jason had been here, she had been his date. I considered how I felt about her being the hottest woman here so far, me included, and deduced that Jason simply had good taste in women and I had won. At least she was a couple years older than me.
I quickly lost track of who was who, except for Gina, and it got worse as the others arrived. I tried associating names with body parts, but it only helped a little. We had a muscular Brad Pitt named Sonny and two redheads in addition to Gina, the most redheads I’d ever seen at one gathering. I thought about matching names to cock length somehow, but their penises didn’t appear to be much different, except for Greg’s, which was much longer and thicker and distracting (Greg – third leg). Jeff had shaved his balls (Jeff – bereft). Only one person, Charlie, was really old, maybe late thirties. I gave up. The champagne helped – halfway into the second glass I no longer expected to remember any names, anyway.
“Nice day,” Gina said to me. “We’re lucky. It might hit 82 today and the same tomorrow, sunny both days. Half the time I come here we’re stuck indoors, which isn’t all bad, but it’s nice to spread out. And the fresh air up here! Fucking awesome!”
I was warming up a little to Gina. She seemed smart and had a delightfully snarky side. I couldn’t quite put my finger on who she reminded me of. Besides vibrant red hair that fell below her pale shoulders, she had wide-set green eyes and lips a bright shade of red, but subdued red, not garish. Her small breasts looked perfect on her tall, slim frame. Even naked except for a lacy bikini bottom, her skin appeared flawless except for freckles, and she had dimples low on her back, just above her perfectly small ass! Bitch! (I didn’t mean that).
“I like your bikini,” I said. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”
“Thanks! It’s so scrunched it’s pretty much useless except for standing around and drinking champagne,” she laughed. “It won’t be on much longer, anyway.”
I felt like I was wearing an evening gown to a barbeque.
I asked her, “Hold my glass a sec?”
Reaching under my cover-up, I pulled off my bikini top and glanced at my boobs. They were easily visible under the chiffon. I shook my shoulders and enjoyed the fabric brushing my nipples. I held my top casually in one hand.
“How come the only one with a hard cock is Jason?” I asked her. He’d gotten as naked as the rest.
“You’re asking me how a cock works?” Gina laughed. “I could better explain how that space thing landed on Mars. But I’ll guess it’s because he’s a lot less used to so many naked people than the rest of us. For most of these guys, it’s just the same old, same old. It will probably go away on its own, although I’d be happy to solve his, uh, problem.”
I smiled sweetly and said, “We’ll see, I guess. I’m really not sure what I expect to happen here. Jason and I have been 100% faithful since we got married.”
“It’s not cheating if you’re both here,” Gina noted.
“Yeah. Hmmm. Look, can I tell you something?”
“Sure, honey, anything.”
“Jason is the only man I’ve ever, um, had inside me. I’m a little skittish about all this. I don’t know what I’ll think about him having sex with someone else, even though I know that’s what happens here.”
“Wow. A virgin when you got married! You’re a real life unicorn.”
“Yes. Well. Except for, you know, blow jobs, hand jobs, masturbation, other stuff.” I laughed, trying to appear a little less naïve. “Other stuff - fruits, vegetables, you know.”
Gina laughed so hard she snorted. “You’ll be just fine, honey. No one has any designs on your husband, just a weekend with his body and a little conversation. And most of these guys are better than a bunch of celery, both for fun and for talking to.” She put a finger on my nipple and rubbed playfully. “Why did you come here, anyway? Don’t newlyweds just stay home and fuck all day?”
I felt myself blush. Realizing how dumb it was to be embarrassed about anything sexual here, I blushed even more.
“Mostly,” I said, “when Jason explained your call, we just thought it would be fun. Different. He really likes the Poconos and I haven’t been since I was a kid. And we both like watching and being watched and that doesn’t just happen, at least not to me. Us.”
I thought of the guy across the street from my old apartment. And some threesomes from my teaching days. But that was all past now that I was a happily married woman. Maybe you read about some of those earlier experiences.
I continued, “And I figured I’d probably learn how to take better care of him here. I’m probably not the best in bed – me being a unicorn. You know?”
“He’s a lucky man, Diane, to have a wife who cares about becoming more skillful.” Gina rubbed my nipple between her thumb and fingers. “Trust me, just thinking like that will make you the best he’s ever had.”
“Would you go first?” I blurted.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve already had sex with him.” I shrugged. “And I like you for some stupid reason even though you’re so fucking hot I can’t stand it. I’d like it if you were the first one to . . . you know.”
“Fuck him.”
“Yeah.”
Gina took my hand and led me to the drinks table and we left our glasses there. She steered me to Jason, where a lovely brunette with a well-trimmed pussy and perfect breasts was holding his cock. Her hand wasn’t quite motionless.
“Sorry to break in, Leslie, but Diane suggested I should fuck Jason. Does that work for you, Jason?”
My husband grinned like a kid who’d just been told it’s OK to keep the puppy.
Smiling at Leslie and reaching for where her hand was, I said, “I’ll take that, thanks.”
I tugged gently at his erection, pulling him in the direction of the blankets. Two couples, completely naked, were over there already, just talking and touching, not really doing anything. I couldn’t remember if they were paired together the same way they’d been introduced. I decided it didn’t matter.
Choosing a big green quilt, pale from too many days in the sun, we stripped off our bikini bottoms. Gina, Jason and I lay down, with my husband on his back in the middle. I threw a leg over his and Gina did the same. My pussy pressed against his thigh.
Gina rubbed his chest and asked, “So, big boy, did you miss me?”
Jason replied, “Constantly, until six months ago. Then we had this little ceremony and I was struck with Gina-amnesia. In fact, until this very second, I had forgotten there were other women on the planet besides Diane.”
I slapped his ass and I hit it pretty hard. Gina’s hand slid down to his cock and stroked it. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth, her hand cupping his balls. I rubbed my pussy along his leg, something I used to do until I came, back before we were married. I nibbled his ear.
Gina lifted her head and caressed my leg, saying to Jason, “OK, honey, I think we’re ready.”
I moved out of the way, but not far, sitting upright on my knees with my hand on Jason’s chest. Gina straddled my husband and , leaning back on one arm and using the other hand to guide him inside her, she lowered herself onto his cock. Her legs slid forward until her feet were under his arms, near his shoulders.
“You sure are fun to watch,” I said, mostly to Gina. My husband’s cock was inside another woman!
Her pussy, like mine, was completely bald. She swiveled her hips side to side, back and forth, Jason’s cock buried completely inside her. Gina wasn’t bouncing up and down like I did the few times I had been on top.
I whispered into his ear, “Do you like that, baby?”
“No whispering!” Gina said, a smile in her voice.
I asked him again, more loudly.
“Oh, yes. I’m beginning to recover from my amnesia. This pussy rings a bell.”
“I’ll ring your bell,” I said.
I kissed him on the mouth and was rewarded with his hand on my boob. When I noticed his other hand on Gina’s nipple, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. We hadn’t French kissed in a while and I’d missed it. Closing my eyes, I put every thought into the kiss until I felt another hand on my butt and knew it couldn’t be Jason’s. He only had two hands and they were busy with boobs.
“Hi, Diane, are you up for a little doggy?”
I doubted I was ready in any sense of the word, but I came up for a little air, looked into Jason’s eyes, and said, “Sure. Fuck me, doggy style. I love it!”
Jason and I had seldom done doggy style, because I didn’t like it that much. It was bad enough I had never had an orgasm from fucking, but at least in our other two positions I got aroused pretty well. Doing the doggy, for whatever reason, Jason always came really quickly. I stretched out, my boobs pressing into the quilt.
“Start slow, Charlie, she’s new here,” Gina said.
So that was Charlie behind me, the old guy. Charlie licked my ass while rubbing my pussy. When he inserted a finger into my cunt, he also pushed his tongue into my asshole.
“Holy shit!” I blurted, plenty loud enough for Gina.
I felt a second finger stretch my cunt. His tongue continued to move in and out of my asshole, licking, probing. I’d never felt so aroused so quickly. For a second I thought he’d make me come with tongue and fingers, but, sadly, he stopped.