Group Sex Mother's Confliciton

"I can't believe that little bitch gave you those clothes for free," Gwen says with pure shock in her voice.

"That's what you take from today? The free clothes, nothing else sticks out in your mind?" Michelle asks her daughter as she accelerates her car away from the traffic light.

"Well, of course, other things stick out, but I am just kind of jealous is all, I would've fucked him if I knew free clothes were involved."

"Oh my God, and you call me the whore."

"Mom, you want to be called the whore." Gwen sternly responds.

"You're right," Michelle says with a shrug. "I don't know what the hell is going on with me."

"Are you okay?"

"What the fuck, Gwen, no I am not okay. I just spent the afternoon licking my daughter's cunt then letting some freaky little goth guy put his dick in me. I let my husband fuck other women, I like to be abused and well...well...well...fuck, I forgot where I was going with all this."

Gwen reaches out and squeezes her mother's arm. "I am sorry for what I did to you."

"Why? Why be sorry, I could've stopped you. I had a small voice in me saying to stop, but then I have another one screaming to do it. I am losing my fucking mind." Michelle says as she angrily slaps the steering wheel as another red traffic light catches her.

"You're fighting against yourself mom, and you are trying too hard to classify this life you're creating. You are struggling to keep certain aspects hidden and, at the same time, wanting it all to be out there for all to see. You want to be the property of daddy and yet want to be a total slut whore. You are trying to juggle too much at once. I support you in this new endeavor, but I don't want to see you lose your mind over it either."

"Wow, I well... I didn't know you understood what was going on this well. I honestly feel better having heard someone else shed light on this." A small tear rolls down the cheek of the frustrated married mom as the words of her daughter touch her deeply. "I cannot believe how fucked up I have made things though that what you said was endearing and made sense." Michelle laughs as she wipes her cheek.

"Well yeah, things are a bit outside the box for us."

"Do you really want to fuck your daddy?" Michelle point-blank asks her daughter.

"I think so, and I think I want you to set it up," Gwen says with a grin on her face as she thinks about what it would be like to be with her daddy.

Michelle quietly reflects on the idea of playing a sexual matchmaker for her husband and daughter. She is hesitant even though she knows she wants to accept the plan as it turns her on. The idea of it being one of the first naughty images that flashed through the mother's mind when this all started. Still, facing the reality of it, causing the mother/wife to hesitate as to whether she could logically take that next step.

That night as the family sat around the table eating a lovingly prepared meal, Michelle smiles at each and everyone one of them. The mother of two slowly places her fork onto the plate and takes a massive breath before standing up. "I have to make a choice, I have started something that could totally destroy this family, and I need to be open about it."

Gwen, Ryan, and Jason all sit their utensils down as they give their undivided attention to their mom/wife. The youngest child, Gwen, grins slightly as she feels she knows what her mother is about to do. Ryan lowers his head almost angry with his family; Jason lovingly looks at his wife as he wonders where she is going to go with this announcement.

"For some time now, Ryan and Gwen, you two have seen small bits of things, overheard some things, and maybe even seen things as your parent I should not have let you seen. Gwen, you and I have talked I know you are okay with this, Ryan sweetie I know you are likely not okay with it." Michelle says as she reaches out her hand to her son, trying to comfort him. "Daddy did not do this, he has enjoyed it, but he did not do this. I wanted this; I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to become a whore." Michelle carefully choosing her words as she speaks to her family about her choices. "I don't want to hide it, though. I don't want to sneak around and have to talk you, kids, into going somewhere else for the night. You are adults, and I am going to treat you like adults."

"So, what does this mean? You dad and his latest side piece are just going to openly fuck on the couch now?" Ryan sarcastically asks.

"If he wants to or I want to yes. That is what it means. I want to, for the most part, live as your daddy's whore or submissive. I have no better term for it than that." Michelle gazes down at the table as she says the words to her family. "I am sorry that this in some way includes everyone, but you are also free to leave. I am not saying this to ask for permission but rather explaining what is going to happen."

"Your mom is still your mom Ryan; she just wants to live her life differently, she has a lot of personas, and this is just going to be a facet of her life."

"So she has a sub persona, a whore persona, and a motherly persona?" Ryan growls as he glares at his father.

"Yes, for the most part, yes...To put it in simple terms, yes." Michelle replies to her son, as her feelings of guilt and shame begin to arouse her.

"How will we know who you are on any given day?" Gwen asks as she looks to her father then to her mother.

"We will have to work that out. If I am dressed in my old normal frumpy mom clothes though I am mom, the rest we are going to have to wing it." Michelle says as she has to take several deep breaths to calm her nerves.

"Okay, whatever," Ryan grumbles as he glares at his mother with disdain in his eyes. The nineteen-year-olds already crumbling image of his mother now totally shattered. The young man had blamed it all on his dad, but now hearing his mother's announcement, he knows he cannot continue to lay this all on the feet of Jason.

The mood in the house for the rest of the night seems tense, not overly rigid given the situation that has been announced, but very tense none the less. Ryan sits in his room playing Xbox live, trying to focus on anything other than what his mother talked about at dinner. Gwen paints her nails and scrolls through her phone, looking at the pictures from the dressing room, wondering if she was going to need them to get what she wanted from her mom. Jason and Michelle quietly sat on their marital bed both with tablets scrolling through various websites, the situation seemingly normal to most feels odd given the circumstances.

"Are you sure about this?" Jason asks as he lays his tablet on his nightstand.

Michelle sets hers down as well as she nods in the affirmative to her husband. "I am sure enough that I want to give it a try, are you okay with it?"

"I am pretty excited by it all; I mean, we just opened a veritable Pandora's Box though."

"I know, but after the day out with Gwen, I know I need to quit being wishy-washy about this and try to commit to it fully," Michelle says. The wife contemplates confessing all the details of the dressing room, but cannot bring herself to do so.

"She helped you then?" Jason asks as he feels happy that it appears that at least one of their kids is openly accepting the changes.

"Yeah, a lot. I love you, and I love this family, but I need this, and I need everyone to accept it or get out the way and don't judge."

"I am on board then."

"Good, now about today I do need to confess something I did."

"Okay."

"Well, I flirted with the manager," Michelle says as she cherry-picks details of the day to share with her husband.

"That's fine," Jason responds as he feels a slight bit of arousal at his wife's words.

"I also kissed our daughter in well a very non-motherly way," Michelle says as she continues carefully picking details of the day.

"Okay, why?" The slight arousal intensifying as his wife confesses to a forbidden kiss.

"I wanted to; I wanted to see the manager's reaction," Michelle says as she now openly lies to her husband.

"That is pretty hot actually," Jason says as he feels there are more details but does not want to press his wife too harshly. "I was thinking about what we talked about. And well, as long as you know you belong to me, I think I am okay with you indulging your whore side."

"What do you mean?"

"First and foremost above anything or anyone, you are my property or my personal whore. However, if at times you need to be a cheap, pathetic slut for someone, I think I may be okay with it."

Michelle leans in and passionately kisses her husband. The man she has been married to for what feels like forever just found yet another way to shock her as he tries to give in to her needs. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Michelle...Now I want you to show me whose property you are." Jason says as his tone shifts from loving to cold and demanding. The husband pulls back his blanket to reveal a long thick hard-on, spurred on from the mother-daughter kiss confession.

Michelle, who previously only blew her husband on his birthday, had evolved into an enthusiastic cocksucker. The owned wife leans down, taking the swollen member into her mouth. The cocksucker immediately recognizes the taste of someone else's pussy on her husband's cock. She wonders if it is Kayla's or someone else's as Jason uncharacteristically made no mention of visiting his side piece.

"Fuck yeah, suck it, whore." Jason groans as his wife pushes herself to take more and more of him down her throat, attempting to suppress her gag reflex as she does it. The wanton wife moaning softly on the piece of dirty cock meat as she feels delighted to be pleasing her owner. The soft moans sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout the hard thick cock. Jason groans hard, the husband knowing his climax is fast approaching as he thrusts his hips upwards. "Stick a finger in my ass." He groans out.

Michelle, shocked at the request, allows some saliva to coat her finger. She slowly slides her wet index finger deep into her husband's ass. Her finger sliding into her husband's anus easily from all the saliva her sloppy blowjob has created. Jason's grunting intensifies as he is soon shooting off inside his wife's hungry mouth.

The next week flows by mostly well with little to no hiccups to the new, more open arrangement. Michelle starts to create different outfits for her different moods, and the kids begin to take notice as to which outfit reflects which attitude. The submissive or subservient mood seems to present itself most often as Michelle enjoys it the most. On the days when she feels that she usually dresses in as little as possible. The most recent occurrence opting for matching black bra and black thong both accentuated by frilly white lace. The sexually open mother highlighted the ensemble with a small black and white choker. It does not take Michelle long to realize that this outfit is a favorite with the men in her life. Jason referring to it as french maid panties, while Ryan often found multiple reasons to be in the room with his mom when she wore the outfit. Gwen also seemed to enjoy the outfit as she often took the opportunity to playfully slap her mother's firm round buttocks when she passed by her.

On the fourth day of wearing such a revealing outfit, Ryan sits in the living room, almost creepily staring at his mother whenever he believes she is not looking. The oldest child can feel his anger grow as for the third time this day, he witnesses as his little sister walks by and slaps her hand down hard on their mother's butt cheek on her way to the kitchen.

"I need my room vacuumed when you are done here," Gwen says as she looks at the mix of pain and pleasure on her mother's face.

"Right away, sweetheart, I have to do the entire upstairs today," Michelle responds as she maintains her focus on the chores. The mother taking care not to look her daughter in the eye as she speaks. Michelle enjoys the way her daughter has readily adapted to everything. Still, she wishes her son could or would do the same.

Ryan sighs heavily as he watches his mother grab the vacuum and head to the stairs. The nineteen-year-old still having issues coming to grips with the new family dynamic. He resists the urge to stop his mother and instead follows his sister into the kitchen. "Why do you keep slapping moms ass?" Ryan questions as he corners his sister.

"It's fun, and she likes it," Gwen says as she shrugs her shoulders. "You were there; you heard the same speech I did about what she wanted. I am just giving her what she wants." The younger sister shakes her head in disbelief of her brother's question.

"I don't think it's inappropriate." Ryan coldly states as he holds his hands in front of his crotch. "And for that matter, so is your outfit."

Gwen clad only in a pair of yoga pants, and a sports bra laughs as she can tell her brother has an obvious hard-on he is attempting to hide. "Oh, my goodness, are we back to this shit!" Gwen exclaims as she slaps her hand on the counter. "Was it appropriate what we did in your bedroom?"

"I...I...I don't want to talk about that." Ryan says as his cheeks start to transition to a shade of red. The siblings had not spoken of the events since they occurred; a small part of the older teen's mind had started to try to block them out.

"Just because we haven't talked about it doesn't mean it didn't happen." Gwen glares at her older brother feeling slight anger and arousal. "It happened, Ryan, you fucked me. Did you hope I'd forget?" Gwen says as she jabs her finger into her older brother's chest.

"I am sorry I did it." The older brother says as he stares at the floor. The nineteen-year-old feeling disgusted with himself as he thinks back to the day he watched his mother strip before engaging with his sister on his bed.

"Sorry? Why? That is who you are, some sick twisted fuck with a mommy complex. You abused me and liked it. The only thing you're sorry about is it was me and not mommy."

"For fuck's sake, Gwen shut the fuck up!" Ryan growls as he raises his hand, threatening to slap his sister. The older brother pulling back, not wanting to give in to his sister's prodding. "I don't like being this way. I don't like hitting girls."

"Hit me, big boy, it turns me on." Gwen purrs as she licks her lips. The younger sister can sense the frustration in her brother as she looks at him, balling up his fists repeatedly. "Ryan, I know this is hard for you. You like mommy so much, and you look at her exposing herself as if she's a common street whore, and you want it so bad."

"Gwen, please stop." Ryan's anger gives way to an almost desperate sounding plea.

The little sister can sense her brother is on the ropes as she decides to attack with full force. "What if I told you I licked mommy's pussy?"

"No." Ryan's nostrils flare as she looks at his sister with rage in his eyes.

"Yes, I licked her, and then I made her lick me."

"Mom wouldn't do that!" The desperation fading and the anger returning to the young man's voice as he clenches his teeth.

"Then I watched her fuck some little piece of shit store manager, I watched mommy be that whore she loves to be. His little cock thrusting deep inside your mommy's cunt." Gwen goads her brother on as she divulges the details of the day at the mall.

Ryan growls angrily as he rushes his sister, grabbing her throat, squeezing it tightly. "I said, shut up!" The older brother can feel his sister struggling for breath as he locks a vise grip on her. "I don't want to hurt you, but you're making me." He cries as he tightly squeezes.

Gwen's green eyes flutter as she slaps at the kitchen counter, trying to find something to hold on to for support. Ryan can feel his sister's body, starting to become limp as he releases his grip, letting her near lifeless body fall to the floor. The older brother looks down at her in disgust before smiling. Ryan can still hear the vacuum running upstairs; he knows his mother will not be down for quite a while as she performs her daily chores. He reaches down and jerks the skin-tight pants down low enough to expose his sister's backside.

"You made me do this." Ryan groans as he pulls his hard cock from his sweats. The brother shakes and trembles as he spits into his hand, stroking his hard-on as he gets on his knees behind his younger sister. He pauses shortly, looking at her little puckered anus before lining his cock head up with her hot slit.

Gwen struggles for breath as she lays on the cold tile, the young woman can feel the air on her backside as she starts to regain her bearings. "Are you trying to fucking kill me!?" She screams out the question just as she feels her brother slam his hard cock deep inside her, filling her moist pussy with his taboo fuck meat. The eighteen-year-old rakes her black painted nails across the tiled kitchen floor as brother's cock slams into her, filling her then pulling back before slamming in again.

Ryan slaps his hand down across his sister's bare butt cheek as he pulls back on her long blonde locks.

"You're a fucking rapist!" She exclaims as her body trembles and shakes under the sexual abuse her brother is delivering.

"You fucking want this," Ryan growls as he slaps his hand down hard onto his little sister's butt cheek repeatedly spanking his baby sister.

Gwen seethes with anger for her brother, almost choking her out, but also knows he is right; she wanted it. The younger sister did push him to snap, she knew exactly what she was doing as she pressed all his buttons. "You're a piece of shit." She moans out her insult as she struggles to push herself up onto all four's.

Ryan wrapping his hand fully into his little sister's long hair as he jerks back violently, the force almost as if he is trying to remove it from her head. Ryan's frantic pace is difficult to maintain as his chest heaves up and down. At the same time, perspiration begins to form on his young rippling muscles. "You're a fucking whore." He growls.

"Better hurry up and cum before mommy catches you." Gwen moans as her arms collapse, and her upper body almost crashes back into the tiled floor, only being held up by Ryan's tight grip on her long hair. The older brother fucking his little sister almost as if she was a rag doll, the powerful muscular young man using her any way he wants.

The muscles in Ryan's legs burn as he is in almost a squatting position to get the best angle to drive himself deep into his baby sister. The older brother no longer slapping her already beet red ass as he slowly releases the handful of hair. He can feel his cock pulsating. He knows he is getting closer to orgasm as he pulls his cock out and rolls his sister onto her back. The older brother squats down, almost sitting on his sister's sports bra covered breasts as her strokes himself off, exploding into his little sister's face and mouth. Ryan smiles as he stands up and pulls his sweats back up over his still hard cock.

Gwen can feel the globs of hot spunk on her face, she feels vindicated that she pushed him over the edge again as she reaches under herself to try to put her yoga pants back on. "Want to taste it again, you sick fuck?" The younger sister asks as she winces a little when the soft material of her pants rubs against the painful red marks that her brother left on her butt.

Ryan stares down at his sister's cum-covered face, he wants to say no, but he cannot as he lowers himself to his sister and begins to kiss her deeply before licking a large glob of his cum from her cheek. "I hate that you do that." He says before standing back up.

"Do what?" Gwen innocently asks as she picks herself up off the cold tiled floor.

"You call me a rapist."

"I think it's kinda hot." Gwen giggles as she looks at the finger-sized handprints on her neck. The little sister enjoying that to an extent, she can control her brother. "You are a big ogre who, when pushed, will give me what I want."

A few more days pass as the family dynamic is becoming increasingly routine. Gwen and Ryan continue their secretive, abusive sexual trysts, as Jason and Michelle continue their three-way relationship with Kayla. Meanwhile, the married couple continues to openly discuss what they want to do moving forward. It is late on an uneventful Tuesday night that saw Michelle dress normally for the first time in a long time the married couple lay in bed discussing things.

"I think I want to revisit the swapping again," Michelle says as she looks over her tiny glasses at her husband.

"I am game if you are. Who are you thinking about inviting, or do you not have any idea?"

"Well, I think I would like to give Shelly and Johnny a call. I don't feel I gave him my best performance that night." Michelle says as she cannot help but feel a little disappointed in herself and the lack of interest she showed Johnny. "Shelly has been inviting us over for a while now, and with the weather finally getting warm, she wants us to come and join them in their new heated pool."

"Oh nice, so a pool party and round two." Jason laughs as he nods that he is in agreement with his wife's plans.

Michelle makes the necessary arrangements for a Friday meet up at the home of their one-time swinger friends. The nervous wife takes care to shower and trims her little tuft of pubic hair she has been growing. Michelle selects one of the skimpier outfits her daughter picked out for her on their shopping trip. Jason smiles as he watches his wife's nervous prep routine. The thirty-nine-year-old husband also showering before changing into a decent pair of jeans and a polo shirt.

The married couple makes idle chit-chat as they pull into the unfamiliar driveway. "Is this the place?" Jason questions as he turns off his truck.

"Umm, I think, so it says the Mason on the mailbox," Michelle says with a shrug as she looks at the front door opening on the house.

Shelly Mason, the bleached blonde with evident dark roots, makes her way across the yard to greet her house guests. The thirty-two-year-old woman waves wildly as she approaches the truck.

"Hey, how are you?" Shelly asks as she hugs Michelle and then Jason.

"Oh, we are great; I'm glad we could all get together like this." Says Michelle, as she leans in and gives Shelly a kiss on the cheek.

"I was kind of beginning to think you didn't much like me," Johnny says as he approaches the trio standing in the driveway.

"Oh no, it wasn't that." Michelle nervously says as she shakes her head no.

"He's playing; he knew that y'all were noobs, and probably a little taken aback by the whole scene," Shelly says as she playfully elbows Johnny in the ribs.

"So yeah come on in, I got the grill started, so we can eat soon."

The foursome walks into the house, the men immediately head out the back door of the home towards the patio as Michelle and Shelly walk towards a bedroom chatting away. "You boys go check the food; I'm going to show this sexy thing where to change clothes, so we can get in the pool."

Michelle looks around the finely decorated home as she follows Shelly to a small bedroom, which she could tell they used more like a big closet.

"This is awesome; I never would have thought to make a bedroom into a closet."

"I know right, it was Johnny's idea actually!" Shelly exclaims as she pulls a bikini out of a drawer. "He said it would work for a changing room for the pool, and we never used the room anyway."

Michelle takes her time removing her clothing. The nervous woman's eyes gazing at the other woman in the room with her. Michelle, for the first time, really looks over the other woman. Shelly's breasts were almost as large as hers were, but seemed so much perkier and round in comparison almost as if they were not real.

Shelly giggles as she can feel Michelle's eyes focusing onto her now bare breasts. "They are kinda real." She says with a wink.

"Kind of?"

"All me just a lift is all."

"Nice work," Michelle says as she continues to watch the other woman undress and put on her bikini.

Michelle cannot help but continue comparing their bodies. Shelly has a fully shaved vagina where Michelle had recently opted to start growing a small patch of hair similar to a landing strip. Both the women sport a medium to dark tan the bleached blonde hair making Shelly's skin appear even darker in contrast.

Shelly's face starts to turn a light shade of red as she can feel Michelle's eyes still on her body. "Aren't you going to change also?" She questions with a giggle.

"Oh my, I am so sorry, sweetie; I was just admiring you," Michelle says as she releases her belt and lets her shorts drop to the floor.

"Really?"

"Yes, it just really occurred to me that you fucked my husband, and I have chatted you up about sex stuff for quite some time, but I honestly never really looked."

"You looked that night, you watched him and me a lot, but I don't think you were all there," Shelly says as she now looks over Michelle. "You're quite the milf, aren't you?"

The two women finish their mutual admiring and hurry out to meet the guys who are just now closing the lid on the grill. "Well, damn, look at the two of them," Jason says as he watches Shelly and Michelle walk across the patio.

Johnny can feel his cock already straining against his shorts as he admires Michelle and his wife. The fact he and Jason had been discussing the Mason's past swinging experience along with the changes to Michelle and Jason's marriage did not help his situation either.

Jason takes a moment to go change as Johnny serves up the steaks from the grill. The four take their seats and start eating. The steaks seem to disappear quickly as does all the beer from the nearby cooler. It is not long before all four of them are enjoying the early evening sun in a mild alcohol-induced haze.

"I'm so glad the weather is finally warm and sunny again," Shelly says to break the semi-awkward silence that has seemingly set in over the group.

"I know we spent all this money on this pool, and the weather has been crap," Johnny replies to his wife.

"Come on babe, let's jump in," Michelle says as she motions towards the pool with her head.

Jason begins to get up, but much to his shock. Michelle grabs Johnny by his hand and leads him to the pool. "You naughty girl." Jason thinks to himself as he watches them walk away. Jason grins slightly as he enjoys the boldness of his wife. The duo had discussed before leaving their home that she did not want to be his pure submissive tonight. Michelle asked Jason's permission to do whatever she could make herself do. Still, neither had actually agreed to anything when they arrived. He could see now Michelle was working to break down some of her self-imposed walls, much like the night, everything started.

"Those two." giggles Shelly as she relocates seats to sit next to Jason.

"She feels bad about that night."

"Yeah, so does Johnny; actually, he thought he didn't do a good job."

"No collars tonight?" Jason asks.

"We decided no for tonight, did you two adopt the same system?"

"No, we have still been ironing out all the details, we have learned to tell kind of based on how Michelle dresses."

"We?"

"Both our kids live at home, so right or wrong, they are kind of involved."

"Kinky." Shelly laughs. "So that night?"

"What about it?"

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Well yeah, it was great," Jason replies, almost in shock that Shelly would have to ask.

"Well, why not call me when you started the cheating that Michelle told me about?" Shelly asks with a slight twinge of jealously in her voice. "I mean, I wasn't good enough for a side fuck is that the problem." The bleached blonde asks as she playfully flutters her eyelashes at Jason.

Jason freezes at the words of Shelly. "I never said that. It was just that well I have had a thing for Kayla for a while, and well, Michelle was more into me cheating, and I thought you and Johnny were a package..."

"Shh babe, I am just fucking with you is all. Michelle explained everything we are not a possessive or jealous couple. In fact, Michelle showed me a pic of your side piece, and well, she's a nice piece of ass."

"Kayla is a lot of fun, but I wouldn't mind another go around with you either."

"Oh, really?" Shelly twitches her eyebrows as she smiles at Jason. The lustful woman quickly grabs at her companion's hand to lead him to the pool. The foursome are soon all swimming and splashing. The heated pool water is warm, practically like bath water as they play. The effects of the alcohol are fading but still present as they laugh and giggle about everything each other does.

Michelle and Johnny both free from their regular roles, chat and flirt in one corner of the pool. The pair still feel like total strangers to one another despite previously having sex. Shelly and Jason not to be outdone followed suit with their counterparts in a separate corner of the pool. Michelle struggles with her own self-imposed limitations but discovers a decent workaround. The limited wife opts to make a game of splashing her male companion whenever she feels she has hit a wall with flirting with him. This gives the struggling woman a chance to catch her breath and mentally reset.

Michelle glances over at her husband many times. If they make eye contact, she is greeted with a nod that confirming everything s okay. This makes her feel even better that she is continually receiving the green light. Michelle watches as Jason and Shelly splash and play the same way she is with Johnny, but also she notices that Jason will occasionally kiss the blonde.

The kissing gives Michelle the bit of humiliation and embarrassment she craves as her mind works overdrive filling her body with sexual tension. Shelly smiles and winks at Michelle the few times she catches her looking and seemingly holds her kiss with Jason longer if she knows she is being watched.

"Mmm baby I think we have had enough flirting, I want something more," Shelly says as she playfully nibbles her bottom lip. At the same time, she reaches under the water to grasp Jason's hard cock.

Jason sighs deeply as his cock has longed to be touched ever since he jumped in the pool with Shelly. The brazen woman had been grazing against it almost since their bodies hit the water. "Well it's your house, what is your suggestion; I don't think we should fuck in your pool."

"We can, but pool sex is overrated." Shelly laughs as she swims towards the steps to exit the water. "Why don't you and Johnny go inside and grab a few more drinks, and I will get your sexy little wifey," Shelly says as she stands on the steps wringing water out of her long hair.

"Hey, Johnny, I think your wife wants us to go grab some more beer," Jason yells to the other man as he climbs out the pool. Jason takes care to keep his back to everyone to avoid advertising the tent pole in his shorts.

"You boys go ahead, I am going to sit here and dry out a bit," Shelly says as she climbs the remaining steps to exit the pool and makes a beeline for the patio chairs.

Jason wonders why if Shelly also wanted to do more like he did, why is she now wishing to sit outside to dry out as he walks towards the patio doors with Johnny.

"Well, I'm not going to hang out in her alone." Michelle laughs as she swims towards the steps to exit the pool with the rest of her companions.

The two men were only inches inside the door when Johnny hurries to shut the French doors leading from the house to the patio. A perplexed Jason is already at the fridge cracking open another beer as Johnny announces to him, "I want to fuck your wife again tonight."

"I figured that was part of why we were here tonight," Jason nonchalantly replies as he swallows a large drink from his can.

"I also want to know about something else tonight," Johnny says as he walks closer to Jason.

Jason can detect a bit of tension forming in the room as he looks at Johnny. "Okay, what else do you want to know about?" Jason questions as he lets out a small burp from finishing the can of beer so quickly.

"I don't know if you are aware of it, but I am bi-sexual," Johnny says as he takes a deep breath. "I am interested in you as well, Jason." Johnny boldly proclaims as he steps to the man reaching down and grasping the bulge that is barely contained within his wet swim trunks. "I thought it was big that night at the party, but I was not sure how big."

Jason shakes his head as he realizes that Shelly set him up. The sensation of another man fondling his cock for the first time ever makes the well endowed thirty-nine-year-old groan and grunt. Jason has to suppress a natural instinct as he can feel his body wanting to react to punch Johnny and tell him to back off. Still, Jason has to admit that he is slightly curious about it. "The friend who invited us to the party told me you liked guys also, but I didn't know to what extent." Jason groans, as the twenty-nine-year-old Johnny slides his soft hand inside the wet swim trunks.

"Shelly told me I could see if you were interested. She just wanted to find time to get you and me alone together."

Jason leans against the kitchen counter, grunting softly as the other man jerks on his hardening cock. Jason feels torn between wanting Johnny to stop and wanting to cum for him. The quiet hum of the refrigerator the only other noise in the room outside of the heavy breathing and grunting the two men are generating. The air of the kitchen seems thick and heavy as the men maintain eye contact. Jason's cock is as hard as it has ever been as Johnny's soft hand caresses and strokes the massive erection.

"That feels good." Jason begrudgingly admits as he softly groans. The married man's cock head leaking pre-cum like a faucet.

The bi-sexual encounter already is border lining on the taboo side of things made only more dirty by the fact the twenty-nine-year-old is almost a stranger to Jason as this being only their second encounter. "So you like it then?"

Jason nods but does not speak. The older man has never been a big fan of handjobs, but this was different; this felt wrong, dirty, even a bit risqué.

"Can I?" Johnny asks with an excited curiosity in his voice.

"Can you what?" Jason grunts in response, unsure of where this unfamiliar encounter is leading.

"Can I suck your cock?" Johnny asks as he tugs at the wet swim trunks allowing the swollen hard-on freedom from its damp prison.
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