The five couples waited for the driver to open the backdoor of the limousine so they could get out and go into the house.  All of them had a good time at the trendy club and spent the night dancing, eating hors d'oeuvres and drinking champagne.  The music in the club was loud and not conducive to conversation so the group didn’t have the opportunity to talk amongst themselves.  While none of them were the least bit drunk, they all were enjoying a glow.

 

Once they were out of the limo and Don had paid the driver, they went into the house.  The moment the women got into the living room, they all took off their high-heels.  Marge sat on a couch, pulled her right foot up and rested it on her left knee.

 

“It sure feels good to get those shoes off.”  Marge rubbed her stocking covered foot.

 

Anne sat next to Marge, put her feet up on the large wooden coffee table and leaned back.  Liz and Joanne sat across from Anne and Marge.  Joanne crossed her legs lady like and pulled her dress down as far as it would go, tucking it under her legs at the sides.

 

Dianne sat on a third couch and pulled her feet onto the cushion.  “That was great.  I can’t remember the last time I danced so much.”  Dianne glanced at Marge.  “Don is certainly a good dancer, isn’t he, Marge?”

 

“Yes, he can hold his own on a dance floor,” Marge replied.

 

Dianne laughed and said, “That’s not all he held tonight, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off my ass.”

 

“You too?  He did the same thing to me,” Anne said.  “I think my brother has some kind of ass fetish.”

 

“When I danced with Don, he was a perfect gentleman,” Joanne said.

 

Liz put her hand on Joanne’s leg and patted her knee lightly.  “Don’t take it the wrong way, Jo.  Don is a gentleman and would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.  I know he would have been grabbing your cute butt if he thought it wouldn’t offend you.”

 

Joanne nodded.  While she appreciated Don’s consideration, she also felt a little left out.  While she danced with her husband, Sam’s hands rubbed her bottom several times and instead of being upset, Joanne enjoyed it.

 

“Who would like a glass of bubbly?” Don asked.  “I have some Cristal on ice.”

 

Don didn’t wait for an answer, he grabbed Sam’s arm and asked him to help.  Don and Sam went into the kitchen to get glasses and a couple bottles of champagne.

 

“Is Joanne having a good time?” Don asked Sam once they were in the kitchen.

 

“Yes.  I don’t know if she’ll ever get used to all of you, but she’s hanging in there.  Joanne and I haven’t ever been in this kind of situation, Don.  It’s a bit unnerving for both of us.”

 

Don chuckled.  “Well, I hope we don’t put you two off too much.  We all get a little carried away at times.”  Don took the champagne out of the refrigerator and placed the two bottles on the counter.  “Look, Sam, things may get a bit racy tonight.  We all enjoy kidding around and—well, let’s just say that the things that may happen might make you and Joanne uncomfortable.

 

“I noticed how she reacted at the pool and I don’t want to upset her, or you.  If we start to get to be too much, just take her to your room.  No one wants either of you to feel like you’re not wanted, but we all understand our lifestyle isn’t for everyone.”

 

“Thanks, Don; I’ll keep that in mind.”  Sam placed ten glasses on a tray and arranged them so they would be easy to carry without falling off.  “Do you mind if I ask you a question, a personal question?”

 

“Ask away, Sam.”

 

“Joanne was talking to Liz and she told me you guys have sex with one another.”  Don grinned and nodded.  “Don’t you get jealous when Marge is messing around with another man?”

 

“To be perfectly honest, I get turned on when she does.  When we fool around, that’s all it is.  Sure, we have sex and all, but it’s just sex—sex for fun.  I love my wife more than anything in the world and I believe she feels the same about me.  I know Anne and Marc feel the same way.

 

“I’m not worried about losing my wife or about Marge having an affair.  Our swinging keeps us all satisfied and quells any desire to stray.  Like most men, I think about other women, but I only act on those feelings when we’re within our group.

 

“At first, it was just Marc, Anne, Marge and I.  We all started when we were very young and just continued when we got older.  After we came into the money, we met Jerry and Liz.  They joined in and introduced us to Bob and Dianne.  That’s our group, Sam.  We don’t go to swinger parties or have wild parties with anyone else.”

 

Sam nodded and shifted his feet.  “I don’t know what’s come over Jo, but the other night we had the best sex we’ve ever had.  She let me do things we’ve never done in the past.”

 

“Just enjoy it and don’t ask questions.  I have a feeling the girls have been talking to Joanne and telling her about some of the things we’ve all done together.  While she may never join in, I’m sure hearing about it makes her think.  Let’s get this champagne out to the others before it starts getting warm.  If you want to talk later, we will.

 

“Remember, no one is going to think anything about it if you and your wife leave suddenly.”

 

“Thanks, Don.”

 

Sam picked up the tray of glasses and followed Don back to the living room.  Don put one of the bottles on the coffee table and opened the other.  Sam placed the glasses on the table and Don filled them before anyone could protest.  Once the glasses were filled, Don and Sam passed them out.

 

Marc had turned on the stereo and soft slow music filled the room.  Once everyone had a glass of champagne, Don sat next to his wife.  Sam handed Dianne her glass and glanced at his wife.  She smiled at him and took a sip from her glass.  Sam went to the couch Joanne was sitting on and sat next to her.

 

Marge had switched feet and was now massaging her left foot.  From where they were sitting, Sam and Joanne had a clear view under Marge’s dress.  When his wife noticed he was looking at Marge, Joanne nudged Sam.  He glanced at Joanne and she raised her eyebrows.

 

After a few moments, Don stood up and moved to the open end of the horseshoe the three couches formed.  He held his glass up and cleared his throat.

 

“I’d like to propose a toast.  First of all, I want to welcome Joanne and Sam to our small group.  I know we’re probably shocking the shit out of them, but—oh well.”  Everyone chuckled and looked at Joanne and Sam.

 

“To say the least,” Joanne muttered.

 

“I want to toast new friends and old.  We have had a good time since we all got together and I’m sure we’re all looking to the future.  Bob and Dianne, best of luck with the golf course.  Sam and Joanne, welcome.  I hope Sam will continue to take such good care of our finances.  To Jerry and Liz, I want to say thanks for the friendship and advice.

 

“Marc and Anne—what can I say?  You guys know how much I love you two.”  Don looked into Marge’s eyes and smiled.  “To my wife, friend and lover; the very best in the New Year.  May the rest of our lives be as much fun as the past.

 

“I also want to mention how much I’ve learned in the past months.  One of the things very important to me is the wonderful open relationship we’ve all developed.  One of the greatest things we have all enjoyed is our children and watching them grow.  We cut the cord and let them soar.  While most people wouldn’t understand our feelings, all of us know that creating an atmosphere that promoted honesty has proved to be the right choice.”

 

Don raised his glass higher.  “So here’s to us, all of us.  May our futures be fruitful, may our health be well and may we always love and understand one another.  Happy New Year!”

 

Everyone stood up, moved closer together and clinked their glasses.  They drank some of the champagne and then sat back down.  The group began talking about the night at the club, each of them giving their opinion of the festivities.  Marge and Liz exchanged comments about some of the outfits some of the women wore to the club.

 

While they chatted, Joanne slipped her hand between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a hot pink thong.  She held it up and said, “I think someone lost something.”

 

Liz looked at the tiny garment and laughed.  “I think that belongs to Megan.  I seem to remember seeing them in the wash.”

 

“Looks like the kids had some fun tonight,” Marge said.  “Maybe I should go check on them.”

 

“I’ll go with you,” Anne said as she stood up.

 

Marge and Anne left the room.  Joanne got up and told Sam she had to use the bathroom.  Liz heard Joanne and went with her.

 

When they entered the bathroom off the living room, Liz closed the door.

 

“Are you okay, Jo?” Liz asked.

 

“Yeah, I’m just fine, Liz.”  Joanne stood in front of the toilet, pulled up her dress and held it under her chin.  Liz watched as Joanne struggled with her garter and French cut panties.

 

“You should put your panties on after the garter, Joanne.  It makes it a lot easier to pee.”  Liz lifted her dress and showed Joanne want she was talking about.

 

“That makes sense, Liz.  I’ve never worn stockings before, I’ve always worn pantyhose.”

 

“I used to wear pantyhose, but not any more.  Ever since Jerry and I started to discover ourselves, I’ve been wearing stockings.”  Liz chuckled.  “Sometimes, I don’t wear any panties with them.  Jerry goes nuts when I flash him at the office.”

 

“You go to work without panties?”  Joanne sat on the toilet and removed her panties so she could put them on over the garter belt.

 

“I sure do.  Sometimes, I close and lock his office door and get frisky with him.  I love to tease him and then leave.  If I don’t let him cum, he screws my brains out when we get home.”

 

“At the office?”  Joanne’s voice was filled with disbelief.  “Oh my God, do you ever—you know?”

 

Joanne got up and Liz took her place.

 

“Oh yeah, all the time.  Ever since the night at Don and Marge’s I’ve done things I would have never dreamed of.  I love to go into his office and give him a blowjob or sit on his desk and let him fuck me.  One night I went down on him while he was driving.  We pulled over and went at it like a couple of teenagers.”

 

Joanne shook her head.  While what Liz was telling her shocked her, Joanne was feeling a little turned on by the stories.  She thought about when she was dating Sam and how their activities in a car were limited to kissing and some petting.  The idea of Liz doing what she described was almost incomprehensible.

 

“I could never do anything like that in public, Liz.  Weren’t you afraid you’d be caught?”

 

“What could happen?  If the cops pulled up, we’d just tell them we’re married.  They might write us a ticket for indecent exposure or something, but what the hell, Jerry’s an attorney.”

 

“Liz, are you guys going to have an orgy tonight?” Joanne asked bluntly.

 

Liz laughed and then covered her mouth.  She got up from the toilet, fixed her panties and smoothed her dress.  After washing her hands, Liz stood in front of Joanne, only inches away.

 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.  It’s just that I’ve never thought about it like that, as an orgy.  Jo, we just have fun and the fun includes sex sometimes.  It’s not what I’d call an orgy, at least not most of the time.”

 

“Doesn’t it bother you when Jerry does it with another woman?”

 

“No, not anymore than it bothers him when I do.  We talked about it and came to an agreement.  Jo, no one expects you to do anything.”

 

“I know, thanks.  Liz, what’s it like to give a man oral sex?  I’ve never really thought about it before.”

 

“It shocked me the first time, but the look on Jerry’s face made it all worth it.  There was a look in his eyes that I’d never seen before, a look of love and lust.  Jo, like I told you before, the brain is the most important sex organ we have.  I guess there is something about seeing their cock in a woman’s mouth that really gets a guy off—I know it gets Jerry going.”

 

“I just don’t think I could ever do that.  The idea of Sam’s stuff in my mouth makes me queasy.”

 

Liz grinned and put her hands on Joanne’s shoulders.  “It used to repulse me too, Jo.  I couldn’t imagine having Sam, or anyone else, cum in my mouth, but after I saw how much Sam loved it, I learned to like the taste, what little there is.”

 

“It doesn’t taste nasty?”  Liz shook her head.  “I don’t know…”

 

“I know how you feel, Jo.  I felt the same way.  All of the things I’d learned from my mom, all the wrong things about sex, caused me to deprive Jerry of something he really wanted from me.  It’s all about willingness; the willingness to do something you may not really want to do in order to please someone.

 

“If you think about it, we do it all the time.  We go to functions, watch sports on television and any number of other things that we’d rather not do to please our mates.  Sex is just another thing we can do to make our men happy.  You know, they do things to make us happy too.”

 

Joanne nodded and thought about what Liz was telling her.

 

“Jo, if you don’t want to do it, don’t.  All I’m telling you is that if it’s something you’d be willing to try, go for it.  Can you imagine how Sam would feel if you kissed his cock when you two went to bed tonight?  How do you think it would make him feel to know that you were at least willing to try?  If you try and don’t ever do it again, he’ll remember it forever.

 

“One of the things I’ve learned from Marge and Anne is that being willing to give something a try is really more important than what you do in the end.”  Liz grinned.  “If they wouldn’t have convinced me to try sex with a woman, I’d never known what I was missing.”

 

Joanne made a face, scrunching her forehead.  Liz looked straight into her eyes, smiled and pulled her close.  Pressing her lips to Joanne’s, Liz kissed the startled woman.  When Joanne gasped, Liz slipped her tongue into her mouth.

 

For a moment, Joanne’s body was rigid, but as Liz moved her tongue in her mouth, she began to relax.  Joanne had just enough champagne in her to reduce her resistance and accepted Liz’s kiss.  Her arms hung limp at her sides as Liz moved her hand to Joanne’s breast and massaged it.  When Liz moved away, Joanne stood still and opened her eyes.

 

“Was that so bad?” Liz asked.

 

Joanne shook her head slowly.

 

“Would you have ever thought you’d like a passionate kiss from another woman?”  Liz smiled.  “You did like it—didn’t you?”

 

This time Joanne nodded.  She was still stunned and didn’t even really notice that Liz was still touching her breast.

 

“Jo, I think I just answered a question you’ve had in the past.  I think you’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman and to feel her touch you.”  Liz gave Joanne’s breast a firm squeeze and removed her hand.  “Now you know.”

 

“Are you trying to seduce me?”  Joanne’s voice was a whisper.

 

“No, I’m trying to expand your horizons.  If you never do it again, you know what it’s like.”  Liz gave Joanne a peck on the cheek.  “We’d better get back, their going so start wondering what we’re up to.”

 

Joanne nodded and reached for the doorknob.  Before opening the door, Joanne turned to Liz, smiled and said, “Thank you.”

 

Liz patted Joanne’s butt and they went back to the living room.  Marge and Jerry were dancing with one another, as were Don and Dianne.  Before Liz could sit down, Marc got up, took her in his arms and began to dance.  Bob asked Anne to dance and she got up.

 

Sam looked at his wife and she forced a smile.  He got up and the two of them began to move to the music.  After the song ended, the group took another drink of their champagne and Don refilled their glasses.  Another song began to play and the group started to dance again.

 

As she danced with Sam, Joanne glanced around at the others.  She noticed how close the couples were, even though she was the only one dancing with her spouse.  Sam turned Joanne around so her back was to the rest of the couples.  He rubbed her back and then moved his hands to her bottom.

 

At first Joanne’s body stiffened and she was going to tell Sam to stop, but after a moment, she relaxed and let him hold her butt as they danced.  Sam pulled his wife to his body and began to rub his crotch against her stomach.  Joanne could feel his growing erection and pushed her belly into it.  When Sam’s dancing turned them around again, Joanne saw Marc and Liz kissing.

 

She rested her chin on Sam’s shoulder and tightened her arms around his neck as she watched Liz and Marc pressing their lips together.  Marc’s hands were on Liz’s butt and Joanne could see him squeezing her.  When Liz moved one of her hands to Marc’s crotch, Joanne sucked in a short breath.

 

“Everything okay, Jo?” Sam asked.

 

Joanne nodded and continued to watch Liz and Marc.  As the couple danced, Marc began to pull up Liz’s dress until his hands were holding her panty-covered butt.  Joanne felt Sam trying to turn her, but Joanne resisted.  After a moment, Sam turned her around and saw what his wife had seen.  Sam stopped moving for a moment and stared at Liz’s stocking covered legs.  His penis jerked and Joanne noticed.

 

“Nice view?” Joanne whispered.

 

Sam quickly turned his wife so he couldn’t see what was happening and Joanne could.

 

“What did you say, Jo?”

 

“I asked if you liked the view,” Joanne replied.

 

“Well, um—yeah, I guess so.”

 

Joanne put her head against Sam’s chest and held him tight.  “Sam, do you think I’m sexy?”

 

“Yes, Jo, you’re very sexy.  I’ve told you that.”

 

“I know, I just like to hear you tell me,” Joanne said.

 

“Jo, do you want to go to bed?” Sam asked, wondering if his wife was feeling uncomfortable.

 

Joanne shook her head.  The song ended and a fast one started.  Joanne and Sam sat on the couch and watched as Liz and Dianne began to dance together.  The heavy beat of the music was making the two women move very provocatively.  Dianne put her hands on her thighs and pulled her dress up until the tops of her stockings were exposed.

 

Don, Marc, Jerry and Bob began to egg the women on as Sam sat quietly next to Joanne.  He wanted to join in and be part of the fun, but was worried he’d upset his wife.  Marge and Anne got up and joined the other two women.  The four of them began to bump and grind to the beat of the music.

 

Liz danced over to the couch Joanne was sitting on, reached down and grabbed her hand.  She pulled Joanne to her feet and told her to come and dance with the rest of the women.  Joanne glanced at her husband and when Sam winked, she followed Liz to the open area where the others were dancing.

 

Marge and Anne moved close together, leaned over and bumped their butts against one another’s.  They giggled, pressed their bottoms together and wiggled.  Dianne moved behind Liz, put her arms around her and pressed her body against Liz’s back.  Dianne moved her hands up Liz’s body and cupped her breasts as they moved in unison.

 

Joanne watched the display and her husband.  She swung her arms and snapped her fingers as she danced near Liz and Dianne.  The combination of the wine and dancing made Joanne feel a little light headed, but she continued to dance with her new friends.  From the couches, the men were making comments and telling the women to make it sexy.

 

Dianne released Liz’s breasts, moved back a bit and found the tab of Liz’s dress.  She lowered it slowly and the men started to chant, “Take it off, take it off, show us your tits.”

 

Joanne stopped moving her feet and stood in one place swaying.  She watched Dianne unzip Liz’s cocktail dress and push it off her shoulders.  Liz wiggled and the dress slid down her body.  When the dress pooled at her feet, Liz moved one foot out of the dress and kicked it at her husband with the other.  Joanne stood with her mouth open as she watched Liz dance in her bra, panties and stockings.

 

The men all whistled and when Joanne heard her husband, she glanced at him.  Sam’s eyes were glued to Liz as she danced and rubbed her hands over her chest.  He didn’t notice his wife was watching him ogle Liz.

 

As Liz danced around in her lingerie, Marge and Anne began to undress one another.  Once they were down to their underwear, Marge and Anne went after Dianne.  By this time, the men were chanting even louder.  Joanne was still standing in place while the other women laughed and wiggled around the floor.  Once again Joanne looked at Sam and his eyes were still trained on the half naked women.

 

Liz went over to Joanne and began to dance with her.  She grinned at the shocked woman and said, “Come on, move.”

 

Joanne started to move her feet and soon was dancing again.  Liz continued to dance with Joanne and laugh at the men as they made pleas for the women to continue to strip.  When Joanne turned her back to Liz, she felt her friend’s hand at the neck of her dress.  Liz tugged at Joanne’s zipper, lowering it about two inches.

 

Joanne stopped dead in her tracks and looked over her shoulder at Liz.  Liz grinned and said, “Do you want Sam to stare at you like he’s staring at us?”

 

Taking a deep breath, Joanne slowly nodded her head.  Liz moved around, standing between Joanne and Sam.  She winked at Dianne and when she saw what Liz was doing, Dianne danced her way to the coffee table and stepped up on it.  She bent at the waist, pointing her bottom right at Sam.  While Sam was distracted, Liz removed Joanne’s dress and tossed it aside.

 

Joanne stood still, wearing only her teal lingerie.  The garments were trimmed with dark green lace and fit her to a tee.  Liz smiled at Joanne and began to dance again.  Joanne moved stiffly, but started to dance.  As they danced, Liz and Joanne moved closer to where Sam was sitting on the couch next to Jerry.

 

When Sam saw his wife dancing in her bra, French cut panties, garter belt and stockings, his mouth fell open and his eyes opened so wide his brow furrowed.  Joanne forced a smile, waiting for her husband to react.  Sam slid to the edge of the cushion, and stared at his wife.

 

Joanne slowly moved closer to Sam, looked down at him and said, “Please don’t be mad, Sam.  I just wanted you to look at me like you were looking at the others.”

 

“Jo, you look so beautiful.  I can’t get over how sexy you are right now,” Sam said and then turned to Jerry.  “Would you look at my wife, she’s so sexy!”

 

“No shit, Sam,” Jerry said.

 

The fast music stopped and a slow song began.  Sam stood up, took his wife in his arms and began to dance with her.  She cuddled against his chest and felt his hands moving over her back.

 

“You didn’t say whether or not you’re upset with me,” Joanne said.

 

“No, Jo, I’m not upset.  You look absolutely wonderful.  Where did you get that outfit?  I love it.”

 

“I bought it when we went shopping in West Palm Beach.  Liz talked me into buying them.”

 

“I’ll have to remember to thank her,” Sam whispered.

 

“They were very expensive, Sam.  My underwear cost more than most of the outfits I have at home.”

 

“I don’t care, Jo.  You can buy as much of it as you want.  If I have to, I’ll get a second job.”

 

Joanne hugged her husband tighter and felt his very erect penis against her.  She wiggled a little and looked up at him.  “Does that mean you really like me wearing these things?”

 

“Oh yeah!  Are you okay with this, Jo?” Sam asked as his fingertips traced the lace edges of her panties and her half covered butt.

 

Sam’s fingers caused Joanne to shiver and she moved so she could press her mons against his thigh.  As they moved, his leg rubbed her and made her vagina tingle.  Joanne’s nipples became rigid and scraped against the silky cups of her shear bra.

 

When the song ended, Sam and Joanne moved to the table and found their glasses.  Starting into one another’s eyes, they touched the rims of the glasses and then began to drink the champagne in them.  Joanne turned her glass up and drained it, much to Sam’s surprise.

 

Don appeared, looked at Joanne and smiled.  He offered to refill her glass and she held it as Don poured more champagne into it.  When he offered more to Sam, he also held his glass out to be filled.

 

“You really look hot, Jo.  Can I call you that?” Don said.

 

Joanne grinned and nodded.  “Yes, and thank you, Don.”

 

“I can assure you the pleasure is all mine, Jo,” Don said and then he moved on to refill the others glasses.

 

Liz walked up to Marc, grabbed his crotch and said, “Okay boys, fair is fair.  We’re in our underwear and you guys have to strip too.”

 

Liz reached for his belt and started to undo it.  Marc offered no resistance as she opened his belt and pulled down his zipper.  When Liz unfastened the button on the waistband, Marc’s slacks fell to the floor.  Marc stood with his pants around his ankles while Liz went to work on the buttons of his shirt.  She pushed it off his shoulders and pulled the sleeves over his hands.

 

Joanne glanced around and saw that the other women were undressing the rest of the men, none of them their husbands.  Marge was removing Bob’s pants while Anne worked on Jerry’s.  Dianne stripped Don’s pants down his legs and knelt to remove his shoes.

 

Turing back to Sam, Joanne put her hands on his belt and tugged on it until it was undone.  She unfastened the button and pulled down his zipper.  When Sam’s pants dropped, Joanne giggled like a schoolgirl.  Stretching up, she kissed her husband and started to undo the buttons of his shirt.  Once the shirt was tossed aside, she dropped to one knee and untied his shoes.

 

Once the shoes were out of the way, Joanne pulled Sam’s pants off his feet.  Sam put his hand on his wife’s shoulder to steady himself as he lifted one foot then the other.  As she took his slacks off, her head rested against his throbbing erection.  It was the first time her husband’s penis was that close to her head and Joanne was well aware of the rigid shaft.

 

When she stood up, Joanne made it a point to keep her body against Sam’s.  Once she was standing, she glanced around the room to see what was going on.  When she noticed Marge was kneeling in front of Bob and stroking his penis.  His member was sticking out of the fly in his boxers and Marge’s hand was moving over the length.  When Marge leaned forward and took Bob’s penis into her mouth, Joanne tried to turn away, but couldn’t.  She watched in awe as Marge moved her mouth over the thick member and saw it disappear.

 

Feeling a little dizzy, Joanne moved to the couch and sat on the edge of the leather cushion.  She picked up her champagne and took a drink, emptying half the glass.  For some reason the wine tasted very good to Joanne and she had drank more than she ever had in the past.  While she wasn’t drunk, she wasn’t sober either.

 

The other four couples were all involved in some kind of sexual activity.  Liz was playing with Marc’s penis, moving her hand up and down his shaft.  Jerry had Anne’s bra pulled down and was fondling her breasts.  Sam sat next to Joanne, put his arm around her waist and began to stroke her naked stomach.  When his hand moved up and covered one of her breasts, Joanne moaned and leaned into his hand.

 

Sam began to tweak Joanne’s nipple through the thin material of her bra and she twisted to face him.  She put her mouth over his and pushed her tongue against his lips.  When he opened his mouth, Joanne pushed her tongue in.  She put one hand on Sam’s leg and started to rub it, moving up toward his crotch.  Sam broke the kiss, pulled his head back and looked into Joanne’s hooded eyes.

 

“Do you want to go to our room, Jo?” Sam asked, secretly hoping she didn’t.

 

When Joanne shook her head and moved her hand to his erect member, he moaned and began to kiss her again.  Joanne felt the couch move, opened her eyes and saw Liz and Marc had joined her and Sam.  Liz winked at Joanne and glanced at Sam’s crotch.  Sam was kissing Joanne’s neck, causing her to shiver and wiggle.  When Liz licked her lips and grinned, Joanne looked away.

 

Sam’s hand stroked Joanne’s back and then traced her bra strap.  When she realized he was looking for the clasp, Joanne began to kiss him.  She chuckled into Sam’s mouth and then pulled back.  Reaching between the cups of her bra, Joanne slowly unfastened the front closure.  She held the garment over her breasts and looked at her husband’s face.  She could see the anticipation in Sam’s eyes and slowly uncovered her breasts.

 

Leaning forward, Sam kissed the tops of both of her breasts and then moved to one of her nipples.  Joanne groaned as his lips closed around her nipple and began to suck on it.  Lost in the moment, Joanne put her hand on the back of Sam’s head and pushed it into her chest.

 

Joanne put her other hand on Sam’s leg, slid it under the leg opening of his shorts and touched his erect penis.  She felt it jerk and wrapped her fingers around it.  Sam increased the suction on her nipple as Joanne began to pump her fist on his member.  The way she was sitting, Joanne could see what Liz was doing next to her.  She watched Liz’s hand working up and down Marc’s penis and saw Marc was fingering her.

 

Liz’s panties were pulled to the side and her vulva was in plain view.  The sight of Marc’s finger moving in Liz’s vagina was intriguing to Joanne.  She had never seen another woman’s sex up close and in fact had never really looked at her own.  She couldn’t help staring at how Liz’s labia moved as Marc’s finger stroked in and out of her.

 

Sam’s boxers were hindering Joanne’s hand so she pulled it out of the leg opening and then fished his penis out of the fly.  Feeling hot and very excited, Joanne began tugging at the waistband of her husband’s underwear.  Sam kept his lips latched on Joanne’s nipple as he lifted up to allow her to pull his boxers down.  With his shorts at his knees, Joanne took his penis in her hand again and began to stroke him.

 

Joanne was wrapped up in the feeling of Sam’s mouth on her breast and her hand on his penis.  Her breathing was labored and her body temperature was rising.  Next to her, Liz slid onto the floor and began to kiss and lick Marc’s penis.  She watched as Liz opened her mouth, covered the head of Marc’s member and closed her lips around the shaft.  Sam began to nibble on her nipple and pulled Joanne’s attention away from Liz and Marc.

 

With her head back and eyes closed, Joanne was enjoying the treatment her husband was giving her breasts.  Sam moved from one breast to the other and sucked and gently bit her nipples.  Joanne’s hand had stopped moving on Sam’s penis as she concentrated on what he was doing to her.  Hearing a grunt, Joanne glanced at the couch Jerry and Anne were on and saw him pushing his member in and out of her vagina.  Joanne’s head was spinning and she was completely uninhibited at the moment.  She watched Jerry and Anne for a moment, but stopped when she felt a hand at her crotch.

 

Joanne moaned as a finger entered her very wet vagina and she looked down expecting to see Sam’s hand between her partly splayed legs.  When she realized it was Liz fingering her, Joanne started.  She moved her hand down to push Liz away, but Liz caught her wrist and guided her hand to her own sex.  Liz held Joanne’s wrist and rubbed her hand against her crotch.

 

When Liz moved her fingers to her clit, Joanne no longer needed any assistance.  She put her hand down her panties and for the first time in her life, she began to masturbate.  As she stroked her vulva and touched her clit, Liz tugged at Joanne’s panties.  She pulled them down as far as she could and then slid her hand under Joanne’s bottom to get her to lift it up.  Joanne gazed down, finding it hard to believe it was really her sitting there with her panties down to her knees and her fingers playing at her crotch.

 

Liz removed her mouth from Marc’s penis and watched Joanne as she rubbed herself with one hand and her husband with the other.  Sam still had his mouth attached to Joanne’s breast, moving from one to the other.  Liz got off the floor, sat on the couch and moved her head near Joanne’s.  Placing her mouth close to Joanne’s ear, Liz flicked at her earlobe.  The feeling of Liz’s hot wet tongue on her ear caused Joanne to turn her head and open her eyes.

 

When their eyes met, Liz smiled at her friend and kissed her cheek.  Moving her mouth back to Joanne’s ear, Liz once again flicked her tongue at the soft lobe.

 

“Does having your husband suck your tits make you hot, Jo?” Liz whispered.

 

Joanne moaned and nodded her head.  Liz put her hand on Joanne’s leg and rubbed it over the silky material of her sheer stockings.  When she felt Joanne’s panties near her knees, Liz started to work them down Joanne’s legs.  Joanne offered no resistance as Liz removed the panties and let them drop on the floor.  Liz sat back up and went back to Joanne’s ear.

 

“Jo, you look so sexy touching your pussy and rubbing Sam’s cock,” Liz whispered so only Joanne could hear her.  “Does his cock feel good in your hand?”

 

Joanne nodded again.

 

“Make Sam feel as good as he’s making you feel.  Show him how much you love and want him.  He needs you to show him, Jo.”

 

Turning to Liz, Joanne lifted her eyebrows and mouthed, “How?”

 

Liz whispered, “Show him that you’re willing to do anything for him.  Kneel on the floor and show him how much you love his cock, Jo.  Don’t think about anything but pleasing him.  Loving your husband isn’t wrong or nasty.”

 

When it dawned on Joanne what Liz was telling her to do, she turned and whispered, “I don’t know how.”

 

Liz smiled and said, “I’ll help you if you want me too, Jo.  I’ll tell you what to do.  Do you want that?  Do you want me to help you learn how to make your husband the happiest man in the world?”

 

Marc realized that Liz was busy talking to Joanne and got up.  Liz and Joanne watched him move to the coffee table and look down at Marge.  Marge was on top of the coffee table, on her hands and knees.  Bob stood behind her with his hands on her hips as he pumped his penis in and out of Marge’s vagina.  When Marc stepped in front of his sister, he cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head up.  Marge looked up into Marc’s eyes, grinned and opened her mouth.  Taking a step closer, Marc gripped his member and feed it into his sister’s open mouth.  Marge let Marc move his erection over her tongue a few times before she clamped her lips around his shaft and began to apply gently suction.

 

Joanne glanced at the couch across from the one she was on with Liz and Sam.  Jerry was on his back with Anne bouncing up and down on his penis while Dianne covered his face with her sex.  Don was up on his feet, pouring more champagne into the glasses.  When he was close to Dianne, she grabbed his penis and stroked it while he stood with an empty bottle in his hand.

 

The entire scene was surreal to Joanne.  While she had heard of this type of activity between couples, she never imagined it was really true.  The sight of the men and women engaged in acts she could have never conceived of in the past, made Joanne’s excitement rise to new levels.  For the moment, all of her preconceived perceptions of sex were gone.  Joanne became disconnected from her normal feelings and wondered why she wasn’t experiencing the detest she normally felt when someone made a remark about sex that wasn’t her norm.

 

Liz continued to whisper into Joanne’s ear, telling her how much her husband loved her and how she should show Sam how much she loved him.  The words were distant, but Joanne could hear them clearly.  Liz was telling her to do something she had never done, something that the mere thought of was sickening to her.  Joanne had been denying Sam’s requests for oral sex for so long, he’d stopped asking.  Now, in a room full of people, some of which she’d just met, Liz was telling her to make her husband’s request a reality.

 

“Jo, if you never do it again, at least Sam will know you were willing to try.  If you really don’t like it, if it really bothers you, you never have to do it again,” Liz whispered as she stroked Joanne’s leg.

 

Joanne had stopped touching herself and Sam.  Both of her hands were on the back of her husband’s head, holding his mouth to her breast as he sucked and nibbled on her nipple.  When she felt Liz’s fingers brush against her labia, Joanne gasped.  Liz’s last statement began to repeat itself in Joanne’s head.  She reached deep inside herself and tried to decide if she was willing.  Sam’s hands slid up from her waist and cupped Joanne’s breasts as he continued to feast on her.  Liz’s fingers were stroking her and parting her engorged labia.

 

Feeling out of control, Joanne turned to Liz and looked at her with hooded eyes.  “I don’t know how.”  Her own words came as a shock to her and Joanne’s body quivered as she realized what she said.

 

Liz nodded, rubbed her fingertip over Joanne’s clitoris and slipped off the couch and onto the floor.  She knelt facing the couple, slipped her hands behind Joanne’s legs and tugged at her.  When Joanne realized Liz wanted her to get on the floor, she released her husband’s head and slid off the couch.  Once on the floor next to Liz, Joanne looked up at Sam.  His eyes were begging to know what was going on, but he was silent.

 

“Kneel between his legs and touch him, Jo,” Liz said, keeping her voice low so only Joanne could hear her.

 

Joanne moved so she was between her husband’s legs and rested her forearms on the top of his thighs.  She had her hands on Sam’s hips and stared at his crotch.  A foot from her face, Sam’s penis moved with his breathing.  Joanne looked at the underside of his member and at his scrotum.  In all the years they’d been married, she had never been this close to his genitals.

 

“Go ahead, Jo, touch his beautiful cock and balls,” Liz whispered.  “Show him how much you like them.”

 

Joanne looked over at Liz and then back at Sam’s crotch.  She moved her hands and took his penis in one.  With her other hand, Joanne felt his testicles and lifted the weight with the palm of her palm.  As she gently felt him, she stared at his genitals.

 

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Liz asked.

 

Joanne looked at the swollen shaft and the dark bulbous head of her husband’s penis.  While she had seen it in the past, she never took the time to study it.  She traced her thumb along the thick vain that ran the length of his penis and felt it throbbing in her hand.  Sam gazed down, watching his wife explore his member for the first time and let out a stifled moan.

 

Liz began to move her hand up and down Joanne’s back.  She felt her round bottom, then slid her hand up along her spine to the back of her neck.  Each time Liz’s hand was on Joanne’s neck, she applied a little pressure, pushing her head closer to Sam’s crotch.  As she stroked Joanne’s back, Liz offered encouragement.  When Joanne’s face was only inches away from Sam’s penis, Liz began to whisper again.

 

“Just give it a little kiss.  Feel how hard and hot it is with your lips, Jo.  Use your tongue to taste your man’s cock.”

 

Joanne glanced at Liz and watched her smiling at her.  Liz nodded and said, “Go ahead and try it.”

 

Turning her attention back to Sam, Joanne pulled his penis toward her and leaned in.  She hesitated for a moment and then touched the underside of Sam’s penis with her lips, barely touching him.  Joanne could feel the heat that was emitted from her husband’s member.  She kept her lips against his penis and waited for her stomach to churn.  When she realized she wasn’t really repulsed, she pressed her lips against his shaft a little harder.  Sam moaned and put his hands on the sides of Joanne’s head.  Liz quickly removed them, looked up at him and shook her head.

 

With her lips against his penis, Joanne opened her mouth slightly and pushed her tongue out.  When the tip of her tongue touched him, Sam’s penis jerked.  Joanne moved her head, sliding her lips over a few inches of Sam’s member.  Her tongue became dry and she pulled it back into her mouth to get it wet again.

 

“Lick it, Jo.  Open your mouth, stick out your tongue and lick the bottom of Sam’s hot cock.”

 

Joanne had stopped thinking about what she was doing and followed Liz’s instructions.  She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked up Sam’s member until she felt the ridge where his shaft met the glans.  Sam’s penis leaked fluid from all of the attention Joanne had been giving it and she tasted it for the first time in her life.  Joanne’s preconception of the taste was shattered when the thin salty substance touched her tongue.  She had always imagined that it would cause her to vomit, but she found it wasn’t offensive at all.

 

“Go ahead and taste him.  Kiss the head of his cock and find out how your husband tastes, see what you’ve been missing.”

 

Joanne swirled her tongue over the tip of Sam’s penis, collecting the salty fluid.  She pulled her tongue into her mouth and tried to identify the flavor.

 

“Now look up at Sam while you lick his cock and see how much he’s enjoying it, Jo.”

 

Joanne looked up at her husband’s face and locked his eyes with hers.  Once again she extended her tongue and licked his glans.  When she saw the look on Sam’s face, she felt her heart pound harder in her chest.  Sam’s expression was one she had never seen.  He looked so excited and loving.  His eyes were hooded and his mouth was open.  When Sam smiled at his wife, Joanne smiled back and then returned her tongue to his penis.

 

Liz’s hand was still moving up and down Joanne’s back as she kissed and licked at her husband’s member.  Liz began rubbing Joanne’s butt with a circular motion as she watched.

 

“Make love to his cock, Jo.  Rub it on your face, kiss it, lick it and then take it in your mouth.  When you start to suck on him, look into Sam’s eyes.  Look at him and see how much pleasure you’re giving him.”

 

Liz’s words faded into the background as Joanne took her husband’s penis and rubbed it against the side of her face.  She could feel the heat on her cheek and feel it throbbing in her hand.  The combination of Sam’s member against her face and Liz rubbing her bottom, made Joanne feel like she was floating.  When she moved her mouth to the tip of Sam’s penis and kissed it, Joanne looked up at her husband.

 

When their eyes met, Sam sighed and said, “I love you, Jo.”

 

Joanne heard his words and saw his expression.  She knew Sam loved her, but she’d never seen the look on his face before.  Liz was still instructing Joanne, but her voice seemed distant.  It wasn’t until Joanne heard Liz say, “Just watch your teeth,” that she realized she was taking her husband’s penis into her mouth.

 

As Sam’s member entered her mouth, Joanne’s mind went blank.  She felt his penis slide over her tongue and rub against the roof of her mouth.  When she had about two inches of his penis in her mouth, she gently closed her lips around his shaft.  Joanne could feel her husband’s heartbeat as it telegraphed through his member and against her tongue.  She still had her eyes locked with his as she remained motionless and tried to comprehend what it was she was doing.

 

“Use your hand to prevent him from gagging you, Jo.”

 

Liz’s words didn’t register and Joanne moved her mouth slowly down on her husband’s member.  When it touched the back of her throat, she gagged slightly and pulled back.  Joanne remembered seeing Liz take Marc’s entire penis into her mouth and felt that she had to do the same.  Once she relaxed, Joanne once again moved her mouth down and once again she gagged.

 

“It takes time to learn how to take it all, Jo.  Don’t try—don’t ruin Sam’s first blowjob by making yourself sick.  If you want to try again someday, you can learn, but for now you’re doing great.”

 

This time Joanne heard Liz and stopped trying to engulf her husband’s entire penis.  Liz told her to move her mouth up and down and use her hand to limit how much she took in.  Joanne heard Liz this time and wrapped her hand around Sam’s shaft.  She began to bob her head up and down, feeling his member stroke her tongue.  Liz told her to rub Sam’s penis with her tongue and apply some suction.

 

Joanne’s mouth was watering and coating Sam’s penis with saliva.  As she sucked and moved her mouth up and down his member, she could hear the sucking sound she was making.  Sam placed his hands on the sides of Joanne’s head again and Liz didn’t stop him.  When his fingers tangled in her hair, Joanne moaned around his penis.  Sam’s hips began to move and he slowly pushed his member into Joanne’s mouth as she pushed her head down.

 

Liz noticed Sam’s leg muscles begin to tighten and quiver.  She knew the man was getting close and decided to warn Joanne before she was surprised.

 

“Sam is going to cum soon, Jo.  He is going to shoot his sweet cum into your mouth if you don’t stop.  Do you want to finish him?  Do you want to show him how much he means to you and fulfill his greatest fantasy?  If you want Sam to fill your mouth with his cum, keep doing what you’re doing; if not, you better get ready to move.”

 

The moment of no return was approaching fast.  Joanne was so lost in the feeling of control and lust; she ignored Liz’s warning and continued to give her husband the loving blowjob.  Joanne could hear her husband groaning and mumbling incoherently.  She heard him warn her of his impending climax, but she didn’t pull her mouth off his penis.

 

Liz removed her hand from Joanne’s bottom, sat back on her heels and watched the couple.  Sam’s face was contorted and his breathing was coming in short gasps.  Joanne’s mouth moved up and down over about three inches of her husband’s penis and her spit pooled on the hand she had wrapped around his shaft.  In the back of her mind something clicked and Joanne realized just what she was doing and what was about to happen.  She’d heard Liz’s warning and that of her husband.  Now she was forced to decide what she was going to do.

 

Sam’s groans were a continuous drone and his hips moved in time with her head.  Joanne’s mind became clear as she made her decision.  Before she could make any decisions about whether to remove her mouth or not, Sam’s penis erupted.  When the first strong surge of semen hit the roof of her mouth, Joanne’s eyes opened wide and she coughed.  Her husband’s thick fluid spewed from her mouth and coated her hand.

 

Out of the blue, Joanne remembered something one of her long lost girlfriends had said.  She remembered the girl saying that the difference between lust and love was spit or swallow.  Joanne didn’t try to analyze the statement and clamped her lips around Sam’s penis again.  The next jets of semen filled Joanne’s mouth and she swallowed it.  The action was a reflex rather than a planned response, but she continued to ingest her husband’s semen.  When Sam’s member stopped throbbing and shooting into her mouth, Joanne stopped moving and let his still rigid penis rest in her mouth.

 

All during the process, Joanne kept her eyes glued to her husband’s face.  She had watched him as his expressions changed from pleasure to lust and finally to love.  He was smiling and his eyelids drooped.  Still, she could see his blue eyes through the slits his eyelids made.  As they gazed at one another, Joanne slowly pulled her mouth off her husband’s spent member.  Sam’s penis had begun to soften and when it pulled clear of her lips, she glanced down.  Sam was becoming flaccid and his member lay against his thigh.

 

While staring at his penis, Joanne moved her tongue around the inside of her mouth.  She could taste the remnants of her husband’s semen and tried to associate the flavor with something out of her past.  Joanne couldn’t find anything in her memory that equaled the taste of semen.  As she savored the pungent flavor, Joanne realized it wasn’t anything like she’d thought it would be.  Suddenly, Joanne’s clouded mind cleared again and she became aware of what had happened, what she’d done.

 

Sam put his hands under Joanne’s arms and lifted her.  When she was standing, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her tightly to him.  When Joanne turned to look at him, Sam kissed her passionately on the lips.  Joanne recoiled, realizing he could taste his semen on her lips.  When she felt his tongue pressing against her lips, she pulled back and looked into his eyes.

 

Noticing that his wife seemed disconnected, Sam said, “Jo, I love you so much.”

 

Joanne shook her head and replied, “Really, Sam.  Do you still love me after I just did that to you?”

 

“What are you talking about, Jo?  Of course I still love you; I love you more than ever.”

 

“You—you don’t think I’m a—I’m nasty?”

 

“NO!  Why would you say that?”

 

Joanne shrugged her shoulders.  “I don’t know, Sam.  It’s just that all these years I thought that oral sex was something that whores did, not decent women.  I’m just so afraid you’ll think I’m…”

 

Sam cut her short by covering her mouth with his.  He forced his tongue past her lips and into her mouth.  Holding her as tight as he could, Sam kissed Joanne as hard as he ever had.  Joanne began to relax and enjoy the kiss.  Her mind still reeled, but the feeling of being in her husband’s arms was calming.  Joanne moved her hands to Sam’s head and held his face as they shared one of the most passionate kisses they had ever shared.

 

When they finally parted, Joanne looked down at Liz.  Liz was still sitting on the floor with a broad smile on her face.  Joanne winked at her and said, “Thank you.”

 

Liz nodded, winked back and got up.  She went over to where Don was sitting on a couch, sat on his lap with her back to him and reached between their legs.  Liz fondled his penis, feeling it expand in her hand.  Don moved his hands to Liz’s breasts and began to squeeze them.  Lifting herself, Liz guided Don’s penis into her vagina and sat down, impaling herself on his member.  She glanced across the room at Joanne and smiled as her friend watched her ride Don’s penis.

 

The rest of the group was relaxing and cuddled close on the couches.  Joanne glanced around the room and saw how content they all looked.  She wondered if she too had the look of contentment on her face.  Joanne felt her husband’s hands stroking her back and she leaned against him.  Sam had told her that he didn’t feel the way she thought he would about her and what she’d done, and she believed him.  As they cuddled together, Joanne realized just how much she loved her husband and how happy she was.

 

“Let’s go to our room, Jo,” Sam whispered.

 

Joanne nodded, got up and began to gather her clothing.  She made no attempt to conceal her nudity as she told everyone goodnight and headed out of the room with her husband at her side.  When they got to the bedroom, Joanne tossed her clothing on a chair and began to remove her stockings.  Sam stopped her, knelt on the floor and removed her stockings and garter belt.  After rolling the last stocking down her leg and pulling it free from her foot, Sam pushed his face against her mons and kissed her.  Joanne put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him closer.

 

Sam worked Joanne backwards until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed.  When she sat down, he parted her legs and began to kiss and lick her sex.  Joanne fell back and let her husband bring her to a strong orgasm with his mouth and tongue.  When she recovered from her climax, Sam helped her get under the covers and climbed in next to her.  Sam turned to face Joanne and moved his face to hers.  She accepted his kiss and tasted her juices on his lips.  She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, licking at Sam’s tongue.

 

 

It was after ten on New Years day when the house began to come to life.  Kim, Sally, Paul and Brad were the first ones up.  After getting dressed, they went out to the living room and looked around.  There were empty champagne glasses on the end tables and some clothing strewn around.  Kim laughed and began picking up the clothing while Brad and Sally collected the glasses.

 

“It must have been quite a party,” Paul said as he helped Kim.

 

“I would say so.  I wonder what time they finally went to bed.” Kim replied.

 

“About six o’clock this morning,” Marge said as she walked into the room, dressed in a robe.

 

“Morning, Mom.  Happy New Year,” Kim said.

 

“Happy New Year to you too, Kim.  Happy New Year to all of you.  Has anyone made coffee yet?” Marge asked.

 

“Not yet, but I’ll make it, Aunt Marge,” Sally said.  “Brad and I have to take these glasses to the kitchen anyway.”

 

Brad and Sally carried the glasses to the kitchen and placed them on the counter.  While Brad rinsed the glasses and put them in the dishwasher, Sally made a pot of coffee.  There were two pots in the kitchen, one twelve cup and one twenty-four cup.  Sally decided to make both of them.

 

Once the coffee was started and the glasses were loaded into the dishwasher, Sally and Brad returned to the living room and sat on a couch.  Kim and Paul piled the clothing on a chair and sat on the couch with them.  Over the next few minutes, the rest of the group began to file into the room.

 

Jack and Tom sat on the couch near Sally and Kim.  Jack looked at his sister, smiled and asked, “What time are Jeri and April supposed to be here, Kim.  I can’t wait to hear what they have to say about the yacht.”

 

“About one I think,” Kim replied.  “They told me they were going to a party last night and wouldn’t be home until very late—or early, depending on how you look at it.  Do you think they found anything wrong with the yacht, Jack?”

 

Jack shrugged his shoulders.  Tom shook his head and said, “I wouldn’t think so, but you never know.”

 

Anne came into the room and said, “Okay, what does everyone want for breakfast?  We gave Rosa the day off so she could be with her family and we’re on our own.”

 

After several discussions, the group decided on eggs and bacon.  Marge went to the kitchen to help Anne make the meal.  While the two women cracked eggs into a large bowl and began to fry the bacon, Liz and Dianne came in to help them.

 

“Did everyone get a good night’s sleep?” Dianne asked as she took the bowl of eggs and began to whip them.

 

“What sleep I got was good,” Liz replied.  “Jerry had other ideas.”

 

Marge laughed and said, “Well, I got to sleep.  It seems someone wore my husband out before we went to bed.”  Marge looked at Liz and smiled.

 

“Sorry, but after all that happened with Joanne and Sam, I was really worked up and Don was sitting there.  I just couldn’t help myself,” Liz said and then chuckled.

 

While the women fixed breakfast and talked about the previous night, Joanne came into the kitchen.  When her eyes met Liz’s, Joanne grinned.  She poured a cup of coffee, added cream, a spoonful of sugar and stirred it slowly.  She listened to the other women talking about the things they did the night before and smiled.

 

“So, how was your night, Joanne?” Marge asked.  “Did you have a good time?”

 

“Yes, Marge, I had a very good time.”  Joanne looked at Liz and smiled.  “Sam had a good time too.”

 

All of the women had watched Joanne with her husband and knew it was the first time she had oral sex with him.  They chuckled and nodded as Joanne sat nervously at the table.  Marge, never being one to mince her words, looked at Joanne and smiled.

 

“So, Jo, how was your first blowjob?  I know I don’t have to ask Sam,” Marge said.

 

Joanne blushed and began to slowly turn her coffee cup on the table.  After a moment she looked up and said, “It was very different.  I think I had a little too much to drink last night and got carried away.”

 

“Does that mean you don’t know whether or not you liked it?” Dianne asked.

 

Joanne continued to blush and then she shook her head.  “No, I wasn’t sure about it last night.  I mean after all the champagne and then seeing all of you doing what you were doing, well, I was a little worked up and…”

 

“You don’t remember?” Liz said.

 

“Not really, not last night.  This morning, I decided to see if it was the booze or if I could do it again,” Joanne replied.

 

“Well, was it the booze?” Anne asked.

 

Joanne shook her head.  “No, in fact it was really much better this morning.  I can’t believe how much Sam likes it.”  Joanne took a sip of her coffee and looked up.  “I was always told, or rather believed, that oral sex was wrong and nasty.  After this morning, I realize just how wrong I was.”

 

Liz chuckled and said, “Are you telling me you don’t feel like a slut because you’re a cocksucker?”

 

“Liz!” Joanne said.

 

“Don’t get me wrong, Jo.  It wasn’t that long ago I felt the same way about oral sex.  Now, I can’t get enough of it.  Sometimes I’d rather suck a cock than get laid.  I love the power I have when I have a man’s cock in my mouth,” Liz said.

 

“Last night must have been a real shock to you, Joanne.  I hope we didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable.  It’s just that when we all get together things have a way of getting a little crazy sometimes,” Anne said.

 

Joanne thought for a moment and then said, “I must admit that I was uncomfortable at first, especially when you guys started to get undressed.  Then, I saw the sex start and didn’t know what to think.  Liz was very comforting and if it hadn’t been for her, I think I would have run.”

 

“I hope you didn’t feel any pressure to participate,” Dianne said.  “We wouldn’t want you to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

 

Joanne nodded and looked back at her coffee.  “What if I wanted to?  What if I wanted to try some of the stuff you guys did—or rather do?”

 

“You’re an adult, Jo.  You can do what ever you want to do,” Marge said.  “Look, our lifestyle isn’t for everyone and no one will think any less of you if you don’t try the things we do.  You do what you’re comfortable with and everything will be fine.”

 

Jerry and Sam came into the kitchen for coffee, ending the conversation.  Sam went over to Joanne, leaned over and kissed her cheek.  He put his mouth to her ear and said, “I love you, Sweetie.”

 

Joanne looked up, smiled and replied, “I love you too, Sam.”

 

After kissing her on the top of her head, Sam went to the counter and poured a cup of hot coffee.  He turned around, leaned against the counter and glanced around the room.  Marge was stirring the eggs while Anne cooked the bacon.  Liz got up and began toasting bread while Dianne got two cartons of orange juice out of the refrigerator.

 

“Why don’t you have Sam and Jerry help you set the table, Jo,” Liz said.

 

Joanne got up and, with her husband’s and Jerry’s help, gathered the dishes and silverware.  They placed it on a cart and pushed it out to the dinning room.  The three of them set the table and then Jerry took the cart back to the kitchen.

 

Sam looked at his wife, his eyes traveling up and down her body.  Joanne wore a short sundress and sandals.  She smiled as she watched her husband gawk at her, something she didn’t really like in the past, and then moved over to where he stood.

 

“Honey, did you like my outfit last night?”

 

Sam nodded.  “Yes, you looked very sexy.”

 

“Would you be upset if I bought some more of that kind of lingerie?”

 

“Hell no!  Jo, you looked better than any woman I’ve ever seen.  I loved the way you looked in that stuff.”

 

“It was very expensive, Sam.”

 

“What’s expensive?”

 

“Well, the bra, panties and garter outfit cost over one hundred dollars.  We went to a very exclusive lingerie shop in West Palm Beach.”

 

Sam looked at her and then grinned.  “I’ll make you a deal, Sweetie.”

 

“What kind of deal?”

 

“If you’ll get rid of all of your old underwear, I’ll buy you all new lingerie.”

 

“Okay, it’s a deal.  Oh, Sam, there is one other thing I want to ask you about.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Would you mind if I quit wearing pantyhose?  After wearing stockings for the first time, I found I really like the way they feel.”

 

Sam laughed and then replied, “I’ll have to think about that for a few minutes.  Okay, if you insist.”

 

Joanne hugged him and rested her head against his chest.  Sam rubbed her back and pulled her close.  She looked up, smiled and said, “I have a little surprise for you, Honey.”

 

“What?”

 

Stepping back, Joanne slowly lifted her dress and revealed the fact she wasn’t wearing any panties.  “I like the new ones so much I didn’t want to wear my old panties.  I hope you don’t mind.”

 

Sam reached over and put his hands between her legs.  He rubbed her, feeling the dampness on her vulva.  “No, I don’t mind at all, Jo.”  Sam removed his hand and Joanne let her dress fall.  “Jo, I don’t know what caused this change in you and frankly, I don’t care.  I just want you to know that it hasn’t changed the way I feel about you.  I loved you with all my heart before and I still do.  I would have loved you the same way if nothing happened.

 

“Jo, what you did for me last night and again this morning was a dream come true.  I can’t tell you how much it means to me.  Not just that you did it, but that you love me enough to have tried.  If you never did it again, I would die a happy man.”

 

Joanne looked into Sam’s eyes, giggled like a schoolgirl and then said, “Then you’re going to be ecstatic when you die.”  Joanne reached out and rubbed his crotch.  “You may have a sex crazed maniac on you hands.  Would that bother you?”

 

Sam shook his head and let out a soft moan as Joanne gave his expanding member a gentle squeeze.  While she was fondling her husband, the other women came into the dinning room with the food.

 

“All right you two,” Liz said.  “We’re having bacon and eggs for breakfast, not sausage.”

 

Joanne didn’t jerk her hand away from Sam’s crotch.  She gave him another squeeze, grinned and said, “That’s okay, I’ve already had sausage this morning.”

 

Everyone in the room laughed and Joanne finally stopped gripping her husband’s crotch.  She leaned close, kissed his cheek and then whispered in his ear.  “I may have sausage for dessert if you don’t mind.”

 

Sam felt his penis jerk when his wife all but told him she wanted to have oral sex after breakfast.  He grinned and then nodded.  Joanne smiled back at him and took a seat at the table.

 

Marge called the rest of the group into the dinning room.  Once everyone was seated, they began passing the eggs, bacon and toast around the table.  While they ate, the teens talked about what they planned for the day.

 

“I’m going to lie in the sun today,” Lisa said.  “I can’t believe it’s the first of January and it’s going to be in the eighties.  I could really get used to this weather.”

 

“We’ve been very lucky, Lisa.  I’ve been down here at this time of year when it was cold.  I can remember one year it was in the thirties at night and only in the mid forties during the day.”  Jerry chuckled.  “The locals don’t have cold weather clothing and they were all freezing.”

 

“We have to meet with Jeri and April this afternoon.  They’re going to tell us what they found on the yacht,” Tom said.  “If  they found anything at all.”

 

“Should I plan on going to the boatyard tomorrow?” Marc asked.

 

“Yes, unless there is something drastically wrong, we’ve made up our minds,” Tom said.

 

Megan looked at Jack and asked, “After you’re finished talking with Jeri and April, would you like to go to South Beach?”

 

“Sure, I’d love to.  Maybe we’ll all go and check it out,” Jack said.

 

Lisa glanced at Megan and smiled.  “That sounds fun, maybe Jeri and April will want to go with us.”

 

Jack looked at his father and asked, “How about you guys, do you want to go?”

 

“I think I’m going to spend the day here relaxing.  I’m afraid I stayed up too late last night.  I’m not as young as I used to be,” Don replied.

 

Marge agreed with Don, as did the rest of the adults.  They finished their breakfast and the women began to clear the table.  Sally got up and said, “We’ll get the dishes and clean up.”

 

The teens pitched in and began clearing the table and carrying the dirty dishes to the kitchen.  The adults went to the living room and sat on the couches.  Don turned on the television and changed the channel to the weather station.

 

In the kitchen, the teens rinsed the dishes and put them into the dishwasher.  Tom and Brad washed the pans and dried them before putting them away.  Once they were finished, they went outside and sat at the tables on the patio.

 

Jeri and April showed up a little early and joined the teens.  Jack and Tom began firing questions at the two girls, asking about their opinion of the yacht.  Jeri and April chuckled at the boy’s eagerness and Jeri took out her notebook.

 

Kim and Sally moved to the table with their brothers and Jeri and April.  Jeri flipped open the book and reviewed her notes before speaking.

 

“First of all, the yacht is great and I’m not going to say you shouldn’t buy it.  There are a few things I would change, but none of them are really going to change much.  First of all, the electronics could be better.  While what’s onboard is good equipment, it’s over a year old and there are better units available.

 

“I spoke with the engineer at the boatyard and he said that he will give you full credit for the existing equipment.  You will have to pay the labor to have the replacements installed.  I would add additional cameras.  The ones in the engine room are fine, but having a few forward and aft would make docking a lot easier.”

 

“How about the way the yacht performs?” Jack asked.

 

“As far at the yacht’s performance, you would be hard pressed to get a better performing vessel.  The engines seem to be the right size for the yacht and they respond very well.  I like the way the stabilizers work as well as the bow thrusters.  A yacht that size could use stern thrusters, but they’re not a showstopper.  April, why don’t you tell them what you found?”

 

“Sure, Sweetie,” April said.  “The galley needs few things as far as I’m concerned.  I’d like to see an open broiler added and another dishwasher.  If you have a large charter, the dishwashers could be overworked. Having another one would make the galley helps’ job easier.  The linen lockers seem to be sufficient and so does the laundry.  I would have a second dryer added.  You can wash two loads to each load you dry.

 

“When you have a charter, there will be a lot of sheets and towels in addition to the guests’ clothing.  One of the yachts I worked on had a dry cleaning machine, but I don’t think that’s necessary.

 

“I would also have the heads in the three large staterooms changed.  I think the showers could be larger and a second spray head added.  It seems that guests these days like large showers.  On the sundeck, I think you should consider additional seating.  With the grill up there, I feel the guests will want to dine outside.”

 

Jeri flipped the page on her notebook and read what she had on the page.  “I think I would get a larger tender for her.  The one they have is fine, but will require several trips to transport all the guests to shore.  Many of the ports the yacht will visit won’t have a pier large enough to accommodate her and you’ll have to moor her in the harbor and use the tender.  A larger tender could double as a fishing boat also.

 

“Ideally, you could keep the tender you have and get a second one to use when needed.  It wouldn’t be able to be hoisted on deck, but it can be towed.”

 

“Anything else?” Kim asked.

 

“Not really, Kim.  There are a few things that I would change, but they’re personal choices, things I would like, but not necessary,” Jeri said.

 

Sally glanced at her brother and then at Jack.  She asked if she could talk to them alone and stood up.  Kim followed her cousins and brother to a spot out of Jeri and April’s earshot.  After the four teens talked for a few minutes, they returned to the table and sat back down.

 

“Jeri, April, we’ve decided we’re going to need a captain and chief steward.  We were wondering if you two would be interested in the jobs,” Sally said.  “We all like you guys and feel we could learn a lot from you.”

 

Jeri glanced at April and the two girls smiled.  They had already talked to Don and Marc about working on the yacht and had discussed it between them.  They both agreed they would accept the jobs if they were offered to them and if they could come to the proper financial arrangements.

 

“April and I would be interested if we can all agree on wages and duties,” Jeri said.

 

Kim jumped up and ran into the house.  She stopped to talk to her dad and uncle, telling them about the fact they were about to make an offer to Jeri and April.  When Kim asked her dad and Uncle Marc if they wanted to come out and be part of it, they both declined.  Kim giggled and ran to her room to get her notebook computer.

 

Kim, Sally, Jack and Tom had spent some time researching what captains and chief stewards were paid.  Kim had recorded the information on her computer and needed it to continue talking with Jeri and April.  After grabbing the computer, Kim headed back out to the patio.

 

Kim sat in her chair, opened the computer and turned it on.  Jeri and April watched with big smiles on their faces as Kim waited for the computer to boot.  Once it was up, Kim opened the spreadsheet she and the others had worked on.

 

“We have been researching how much captains and stewards make on charter yachts and want to make you two an offer,” Kim said.  “Before we do, we want you guys to know that the offer has several perks other than money.  Our parents bought a house in West Palm Beach and we would want you to live there.  The house has a seawall that is large enough to accommodate the yacht.  The living quarters will be part of the package.”

 

“I didn’t know your parents were looking at houses down here,” Jeri said.  “When did this come about?”

 

“I don’t know,” Jack said.  “Apparently it’s a property that Mr. Stone found out about and told our parents.”

 

“West Palm Beach is a really nice area, especially for a home on the water,” April said.  “What kind of house is it?”

 

Sally giggled and replied, “A big house, bigger than this one.  It has a guesthouse and everything.  Above the garage is an apartment.  That’s where you two will live.  My dad said it belongs to some rock group that got into trouble and had to sell it.”

 

April looked at Jeri and then at Sally.  “You’re not talking about Dragon Fire’s house are you?”

 

“I don’t know, hold on a minute and I’ll check,” Sally said as she got up and headed for the house.

 

When she asked Jerry about the mansion and who used to own it, he confirmed it was the rock band April mentioned.  She ran back outside and told April she was right about the old owners.

 

“You’ve got to be kidding,” April said.  “I’ve been to that house a few times.”  She looked at Jeri and grinned.  “Becky used to work there, remember?”

 

Jeri nodded and said, “Yes, I remember.  She used to live in the apartment.  As I recall, the living room is bigger that our apartment and the bedrooms are huge too.”

 

“We haven’t seen the house yet,” Kim said.  “We only know what our parents told us about it.”

 

“Anyway,” Jack said.  “The apartment is part of the package.  We are willing to offer Jeri thirty six thousand and April thirty thousand a year plus benefits.  We will provide health insurance as well as a few other things.  We have to wait until Mr. Stone draws up the contracts before we know about all the benefits.”

 

Jeri and April told the teens they would think about it and got up to be alone.  They walked down to the Viking and returned about twenty minutes later.

 

“We’ll accept your offer,” Jeri said.  “When can we start?”

 

“We’re going to go and take care of the paperwork on the yacht tomorrow,” Tom said.  “I don’t know when the house will be ready, but knowing our dads, it won’t be long.  We’ll want you to help us oversee the completion of the yacht.”

 

Jeri and April both nodded and then started to giggle.  They couldn’t contain their excitement any longer.  The two girls had dreamed of getting a job on the same yacht, a permanent job, and now their dreams were coming true.  The offer was fair, but with the addition of the living quarters, it was more than they could have hoped for.

 

“We won’t let you guys down,” April said.  “Jeri and I have always talked about getting a gig like this, but never thought it would come to fruition.”

 

“One other thing you’ll have to do is teach us all about the charter business.  Tom and I want to learn how to operate the yacht,” Jack said.

 

“No problem,” Jeri said.  “April and I will show you everything we know.  We know that you guys want to run the business eventually, but until then, we’ll do all we can.”

 

“Thanks, Jeri,” Tom said.  “We’re all looking forward to this venture.”

 

The teens talked with Jeri and April for a little longer and invited them to come to the boatyard the next day when they bought the yacht.  Both of the girls agreed to go, once again thanking the group for the offer.

 

“We’re all going to South Beach this afternoon,” Kim said.  “Do you two want to come with us?”

 

“Sure, it will give us a chance to get to know one another a bit better.  I have to tell you it feels a little strange being hired by you guys,” Jeri said.

 

“Why?” Jack asked.

 

“I don’t know.  In the past, I’ve always met with men that were much older than me.  Now I’m going to be working for you guys,” Jeri said.

 

“I think you’ll find us fair and easy to get along with,” Sally said.  “We are hiring you as the captain and we know that you’re the boss when we’re onboard.  We want to learn and the only way to do that is listen.”

 

“You guys are very bright for your ages,” April said.  “I’ve worked for a lot of owners that want to run the show when we’re out on a charter, owners that don’t know too much about their yachts.  If you do what you say, you’ll not only learn, but you’ll have a lot of fun too.”

 

“That’s what we want, to have fun,” Tom said.

 

Once they were through, Kim put her computer away.  The teens gathered the things they wanted to take to the beach and went to tell their parents goodbye.  Jack drove the van, following Jeri’s directions.  When they got to Miami, Jeri asked if they wanted to go to the topless beach.

 

“Why not,” Megan said.

 

Jeri told Jack where to park and the group got out of the van.  They went to the beach and changed into their suits.  When they came out of the changing house, they walked along the sand until they found a place to spread out the blankets and stretch out in the sun.  The girls removed their tops and relaxed in the sun.  Tom had brought his camera and began to take pictures of the girls as they sunned themselves.

 

Paul and Brad coated Kim and Sally with lotion, being careful not to touch the girls’ breasts.  April had warned them about that type of contact and the fact it was frowned on by the police.  The teens along with April and Jeri enjoyed the afternoon on the beach.  They swam in the ocean and walked along the edge of the water, taking turns watching their belongings.  At about four, the group decided to get something to eat.

 

While they sat in the small café, Jack quizzed Jeri about learning to drive the yacht and the overall operation.  Jeri answered the nonstop questions and chuckled as Jack and Tom began to ask about some of the destinations they could visit.

 

Kim and Paul were listening as the two older girls told the teens about some of the ports they had visited while working on other yachts.  Paul had his hand on Kim’s leg and was softly stroking her inner thigh.  When he slipped his hand under the short skirt Kim wore as a cover up, she grinned at him and pushed his hand away.

 

Leaning over to Paul, Kim whispered, “Later, okay?”  Paul nodded and put his hand back on Kim’s knee.

 

After lunch, the group strolled down the walk and window-shopped.  Most of the stores were open, even though it was a holiday.  Sally spotted a cute outfit on a manikin in one of the store windows and went inside to check it out.  Kim went inside with her cousin while the rest of the group waited outside.

 

“If she likes it, Sally will be out asking me for money,” Tom said.  “I don’t know why my sister doesn’t carry any money with her.”

 

Lisa squeezed Tom’s arm and said, “Why should she, she has big brother to give her anything she wants.”

 

“Is that a problem?” Tom asked.

 

“Not at all, in fact I think it’s cute,” Lisa told Tom.  “Sally is very lucky to have someone that cares for her as much as you do.”

 

“Sounds like Kim and Jack,” Megan said.  “She can always count on her brother to take care of her.”

 

Jeri smiled and turned to the two girls.  “Kim and Sally are very lucky, so are you two.”

 

“We know,” Lisa said.  “These two guys are the best.  We just like to tease them.”

 

A few minutes later, Sally came out of the store and asked her bother for money.  Tom handed her a credit card and she bounded back into the store.  Both Sally and Kim were carrying bags when they came out of the store.

 

“You owe Tom fifty-five dollars,” Kim told Jack as she passed him.

 

Jack shook his head and laughed.  Megan hugged his arm and pulled it against her side.

 

“Sometimes I feel like I can’t compete with your sister, Honey,” Megan said.

 

“You don’t have to, Megan.  I love you and you know it,” Jack replied.

 

“I know you do, but I know you love Kim too.  I just don’t want to lose you, Jack.”

 

“You don’t have to worry about that, Sweetie.  While I love my sister, it’s different from the way I love you.”  Jack stopped Megan and turned her so she was facing him.  “I feel for my sister the same way you do for Lisa.”

 

Megan looked a little stunned.  “It’s different with her, Jack.  Why would you say that?”

 

Jack smiled.  “I can see it in your eyes and in the way you act when you’re around her.”  Reaching out, he put his hands on Megan’s shoulders, pulled her to him and gave her a tender kiss.  “Megan, you have a big heart, big enough for Lisa and me.  I don’t feel threatened by your relationship with Lisa and I hope you don’t feel threatened by my relationship with Kim.”

 

Megan stood quietly and listened to Jack.  She had known how her boyfriend felt about his sister from the beginning.  She also remembered promising him that she would never come between them, but now she wondered.  Megan wondered if it was the way she felt about Lisa or the way Jack felt about Kim that made her uneasy.

 

“Jack, when you come down here to check on the yacht do you think you could bring me once in a while?”

 

“Sure, Megan.  Anytime you want to come.  Tom, Kim, Sally and I have been talking about asking you to help us with the bookkeeping.  We don’t know anything about budgets and all that stuff.”

 

Megan smiled.  She was worried that once Jack, Kim and their cousins owned the yacht, he wouldn’t have time for her.  Now she was excited and knew that she was being included.

 

“I’ll be glad to help you and the others, Jack.”  Megan stretched up and kissed his lips.

 

“We better catch up with the rest of the gang,” Jack said as he took Megan’s hand and began to walk briskly down the walk.

 

Jack and Megan found the rest of the group outside another store.  Brad and Paul were looking at the display and making comments about the string bikinis on display.  When Jack and Megan walked up to them, Kim glanced at her brother and smiled.

 

“Well guys, I think it’s time we headed for home,” Tom said.

 

The rest of the teens agreed and they all headed back toward the van.  As they walked along the busy street, Jeri and April held hands.  They talked about working on the new yacht and the unbelievable opportunities that lie ahead for them.

 

Once they reached the van and got in, Jack started for the mansion they were staying at.

 

“Have you guys thought of a name for the yacht yet?” Jeri asked.

 

“Yeah, we have.  We wanted to know how you felt about the name before we made our final decision,” Tom replied.

 

“I’d be happy to offer my opinion,” Jeri said.  “What do you have in mind?”

 

“Tomiko,” Kim said.  “Megan said it means child of wealth in Japanese.”

 

“We thought about doing the interior in a Japanese thyme,” Sally said.  “Not to the point it’s gaudy, but some of the drawings and colorful things.  We also thought about having kimonos made with the yacht’s name on them and giving them to the guests.”

 

“Tomiko, Tomiko,” April repeated.  “I think it’s a great name and I love the kimono idea.  I just wouldn’t go overboard with the decorating.”

 

Jack glanced at Megan and then in the rearview mirror.  “Okay then, Tomiko it is.  We can tell Mr. Stone tomorrow so he can start the documentation process.”

 

Kim, Sally, Tom and Jack all repeated the name of their yacht to themselves as they rode toward home.