Foursomes and More… (4 page)

Jen frowned. “I never put a label on it, but yeah, I guess so. But aren’t poly couples exclusive?”

“Some are,” Brett said. “I’ve done some reading on poly arrangements over the years.” Jen arched an eyebrow and he shrugged. “I never figured we needed to put a label on who we are. But there are many forms poly relationships can take. And Donna’s right, technically we are a poly foursome. While we’re not excusive, we share an intimate bond that isn’t typically expected among people in the swing lifestyle. Obviously, what we share is more than sex. And we’ve only added the sex part recently.”

“I thought,” Ryan said, “poly stuff was something Mormons do…like that program on TV.”

Brett chuckled. “I don’t know anything about that. Guess we don’t watch enough TV. Though functionally, having multiple wives or multiple husbands would probably qualify as poly relationships.”

“So what’s wrong with what we’re doing?” Donna tapped the article on the table. Her eyes filled with tears. “If you guys hadn’t been there for me—for us—when Ryan was in the hospital I don’t know what I would’ve done. And Sarah, too.”

“And I know,” Ryan’s voice dropped, “if I hadn’t made it through, you two would’ve stuck with Donna.” He swallowed hard. “I mean the sex part, too. That’s what we are, friends with benefits.”

“I don’t want to get maudlin,” Jen said, reaching across to interlace her fingers with Donna’s, “but maybe poly relationships like we have are even more important as we age.”

“I’ve read about people pooling resources,” Brett said, “and in some instances even moving in together. There are folks out there in the full-time RV world who are practicing poly relationships. I expect it’s much more prevalent than our writer friend realizes.”

“I worry about Carl and Alice,” Jen said, shuddering. “Their only child lives in France. I wish they’d move closer to us.”

“Have you talked to them about that?” Brett asked.

“Alice and I talk about it. I think they might be open to it if we all approached it the right way. They wouldn’t want us thinking we’re going to take care of them. But being a little closer in proximity in case of an emergency would be a plus.”

“And more sex,” Brett quipped. “Carl would like that.”

“They both would like that,” Ryan said. “I have a difficult time keeping up with Alice, and that was before my surgery. She’s a bundle of energy.”

“But,” Donna said, thoughtfully, “maybe they would welcome sharing more with us. I mean outside the bedroom. I think they’re fun people with inquisitive minds and an adventurous approach to life. Maybe we should explore a closer relationship with them. And then there’s Sarah. Who knows where she’ll be or want to be five years from now?”

Brett saw color rising in Jen’s throat.

“Guess we don’t have a crystal ball to foresee the future, our own or Sarah’s.” Jen turned to Donna. “Maybe we can set this aside now. You and I can put together a letter to the editor.” She glanced around at the men. “Maybe we should think about inviting Carl and Alice to spend an entire weekend with us, or do some traveling together. If they ever move nearby, it has to happen naturally. We can’t push it. I really don’t know how Carl would feel about picking up and moving closer to us. I expect he can be pretty stubborn about his independence. We’ll need to be slow and very considerate. That will take time.”

Jen blew a kiss at Ryan. “But for now…I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m getting very horny. I think we should send Donna and Brett over to your house, and you and I can adjourn to the upstairs. Enough talking about poly stuff or whatever you want to call it. Let’s just do it.”

Brett pushed his chair back from the table. “You’ll get no argument from me. You ready, Donna? Do you have plans for us this evening?”

“You better believe it, big guy. I’ve choreographed a fun time. Jen’s right. She and I can deal with the other matter later. Let’s adjourn to our playroom. I’m ready for some hot benefits, friend!”

* * * *

Holding his breath, Brett slid his cock ever so slowly along the inner folds of Donna’s ever widening pussy. He’d introduced her to slit fucking when they first started playing, and she loved it. This was cock and pussy teasing that would definitely lead to much, much more. Donna had already had three orgasms and he hadn’t penetrated her at all. He tapped her clit with the tip of his cock.

Her eyelids flew open. “Oh, wow. Do that again.”

He complied.

“That is so amazing. Am I opening for you?”

“Very. Gaping, actually. Your pussy turns so many shades of red as you heat up.”

“Rim my opening with your cock head. Oh, yes. Oh Christ, I’m coming again.” Her hips lurched upward, as if trying to engulf him.

Brett held his cock firm and eased back. They weren’t ready for penetration. He was still bare. That was part of what built up the teasing. One thrust and he’d be sunk into his lover balls-deep. Slit fucking not only heightened the sensations and readiness of his partner, it also made his cock even harder, which in turn made it easier to slip a condom on when that became necessary.

Donna settled back down on the wedge tucked under her buttocks. “That was wonderful. Do you like my new toy? Keep sliding that cock up and down my slit. Damn, he looks ominous tonight. Pretty soon we’ve got to stop teasing each other and get on with it. But this is so much fun. Press him against the top of my pussy. Ah, yes. Now roll him around my opening. Oh. Damn, I must really be open.”

“No doubt about that. You’re ready for whatever you want. Ready for me to put on a condom?”

Donna pouted. “What I really want is simply for you to slip into me. To hell with a condom.”

Brett shook his head. “I’d love to oblige, but you know we can’t. The four of us agreed. Condoms only.”

“I know. I know.” She stuck her tongue out at him and squeezed her boobs. “Do poly couples use condoms?”

He shrugged, still moving his cock slowly along her labia. “Some do. Depends on agreements, I suppose. Now, do you want to fuck, or do you want talk?”

“Put the damn condom on. I want to fuck. Fast and hard. No slow stuff this time. You’ve teased me for nearly half an hour. Let’s go for it. We can do slow later.”

Grinning, Brett slipped on the condom, knowing Donna seldom opted for slow. Maybe that was too much like the loving she saved for her husband. He moved his knees further up on the wedge, then leaned over and kissed her. Their tongues tangoed and Donna reached between them to guide his cock to her entrance.

“Now,” she muttered.

“You got it,” he groaned, slamming his entire length into her. Damn, she was hot. Her heat penetrated the condom more than most women he’d known. She must be scalding to a bare cock.

She kneaded his buttocks, encouraging him. “Hurry,” she whimpered, “I’m so turned on. I’m already building.”

“Again, you mean.” He chuckled and began a steady pistoning. He wasn’t going to last long this first time, either. All that slit fucking had him more than primed.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck me, Brett. No more teasing. Just fuck me.” Donna waggled her head from side to side. She pulled on her nipples. “Faster. Harder. Almost. Come with me.”

She bucked against him. He felt her inner sleeve squeeze him tighter. His balls tightened. For a moment, he lost track of her. He pounded steadily, surprised at how deep he’d gotten. The wedge worked its own magic. Donna spasmed beneath him. She flung her arms out on the bed as if in total submission.

“Fill me up. Fantastic.”

The first wave took Brett by surprise and then he came again. Her inner walls milked him as he finally slowed his pace. His breathing faltered. He eased himself down atop his playmate. She cradled his butt with her legs, continuing to encourage him to finish. At last he ceased moving. He could feel Donna’s heart pounding against his chest as hard as his own was.

“Don’t pull out yet. The wedge helps support your weight. Stay in me. I need to feel you in me. I so wish I could feel you filling me up with your cum.”

Brett tried to steady his breathing. He ignored her last comment. “You were really turned on tonight. That was hot.”

“That’s what all that slit fucking can do for a woman, and apparently for a guy, too.”

“No doubt. Sorry, but I’m going to have to pull out and get this condom off. Too full and very sticky.”

“Oh,” she said, helping him off and sliding the wedge to the floor. “Take care of it and then cuddle. Who knows what we might come up with later. I’m not ready to fall asleep.”

Brett eased off the condom and tied it off before dropping it on the floor. “I’ll throw it out later.”

“Come cuddle, lover.”

Brett smiled at Donna’s backside as she pushed back against him. He curled around her wonderful ass. His cock rested half-mast between her butt cheeks.

She reached between her legs and patted his cockhead. “So good, big guy. So I suppose poly couples who are exclusive with one another don’t use condoms.”

He knew that was a question, and he also knew from long experience that once Donna sank her teeth into something she didn’t let go until satisfied. “I suppose that’s true for many. Trust is probably the big issue. Everyone has to trust that no one’s breaking the agreement of being exclusive…whether it’s two couples or four or whatever.”

“It could be a tight little circle,” Donna said. “Like the four of us and maybe Carl and Alice and another couple. I think it should be an even number of couples.”

“Why’s that?”

“When we all play together, no one is left out.”

“Oh.”

“What if we had a circle of friends who didn’t use condoms with each other but used them when playing with people outside the circle?”

Brett shook his head slightly before kissing Donna’s back. “I don’t know about that. Guess it depends upon what everyone agrees to. Still, I think trust would be the bottom line, and probably periodic testing. I’m not an expert on poly couples. I’ve just done some reading. Maybe you should do some internet research on the topic.”

“Maybe I will. Trust shouldn’t be a big issue for the four of us. We’ve known each other most of our lives.” She yawned. “Maybe I am sleepy after all. You really wore me out this time.”

“I expect we wore each other out.”

“Maybe we’ll have time for a quickie in the morning before having to get ready for work.”

“Maybe. And there’s always next week.”

“Always,” she said. “Damn, I’d love to feel your hot cum squirting into my pussy.”

Brett drifted. He’d have to alert Jen that Donna wasn’t going to give up on exploring poly relationships anytime soon. He sighed. He wasn’t even sure how he felt about it. How would they decide who to include and who to exclude? How would such a commitment alter what they already had? Which was damn good, as far as he was concerned.

* * * *

Watching Carl climb carefully onto the massage table situated in the center of Jen and Brett’s downstairs playroom, Jen winked at her co-conspirators, Donna and Alice. “Ladies, before we begin, we should really disrobe. We wouldn’t want to get oil on our clothes.”

“Figured you women would find some excuse to get naked,” Carl responded.

“You can’t be the only one naked,” Donna chided. “You might feel shy and lonely.”

“This man,” Alice said, with pride, “isn’t shy, particularly when he’s naked. And he can hardly be lonely, with me hanging around for over fifty years.”

Jen blew Alice a kiss and patted Carl’s fanny. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be out golfing with Brett and Ryan than being here surrounded by three naked women eager to make you feel better.”

“Didn’t have a choice,” Carl grunted, into the massage table. “Haven’t been able to golf since my knee replacement.”

Donna slapped his rear with authority and Carl startled, emitting a groan.

“Did I slap too hard? Let me help your butt feel better.” She leaned over the table and dragged her boobs across Carl’s bottom. She grinned when he sighed deeply. “Does that feel better?”

“You could be a top notch nurse with those skills. Thought this was supposed to be a gentle massage, not a BDSM display.”

“Complain. Complain.” Donna ran her nipple gently along the rise of Carl’s rump and on up his back.

“Damn woman, how am I supposed to lie on my stomach on this table with a growing hard-on?”

“We may have to take care of that later,” Jen said with a chuckle as she oiled her hands and began to work on Carl’s left shoulder. Across the table Alice kneaded her husband’s right shoulder.

“This,” Carl sighed, “is going to be heavenly. Have to admit it. You three are something else.”

“Is this better than the nineteenth hole?” Donna asked, working on Carl’s right hamstring.

“Much. Though I might fall asleep on you guys. Wonder if Brett and Ryan know what they’re missing.”

“I expect they do,” Jen said. “They were flashing eyebrows at us as we got the massage table out of the closet. I don’t think they’ll miss much, though. We do have all night. I’m so happy you two agreed to stay the night.”

“Don’t usually do that,” Carl grunted. “Sort of against our principles, but you guys make a nice exception.

This time it was Alice who winked at her. Jen smiled in return. Alice had more than a little inkling about the conversation Jen and Donna wanted to have with them. While she wasn’t totally on board about moving closer or forming some sort of poly relationship, she hadn’t balked at the ideas. They all knew that Carl would be the tough nut to crack. He’d demonstrated on more than one occasion his fierce independence and corresponding stubbornness.

Unsure how to broach the topic the three women wanted to talk about, Jen gave a questioning look to Donna and then Alice. Both shrugged. Clearly the conversation was in her lap.

Exhaling a deep breath, she worked on Carl’s neck muscles and said softly, “Alice tells us you two are thinking about downsizing.”

“More like Alice is thinking about downsizing and I’m sort of listening.”

Donna and Alice each worked on one of Carl’s arms and Jen shifted to the head of the table and slid her thumbs along his scapula. She leaned down and rubbed her nipples across his bald head. She grinned as he pulled his arm away from Alice to wrap it around Jen’s ass. “Thought this was a one-way massage,” she said, “but that does feel good. I’ve always said you have magic fingers.”