I spend the entire day before our play date with Susan doing nothing but scouring our house. I clean and scrub and bleach and sweep and mop. I put on the new bedsheets and arrange everything in the bedroom for easy access.

The whole place smells like a hospital, which really turns Jane on when she arrives home (seriously, she’s totally demented). She is very nervous about Susan’s visit and starts getting ready while I head to the grocery to get food for dinner.

I pick out three nice steaks, a side dish and some pre-dinner snacks before heading home to get ready myself. I have about an hour before she arrives and Jane is flying around the house like a woman possessed trying to get everything set up and also do her hair and makeup.

I finally kick her out of the bathroom so I can get ready. I rinse the smell of bleach and Formula 409 off my body and am able to reflect on the approaching scene while in the shower.

This is really going to happen! It’s been a lot of work wooing this chick, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t the perfect scenario.

The MILFs are having a party at Rachel’s house two doors down, so Jane is forced to make an appearance. We know that if she doesn’t they will hound her all night long until she does, so she goes over a few minutes before Susan is scheduled to arrive.

The appointed hour arrives and Susan is running a couple of minutes late. After a short delay (giving me time to smoke some weed and have a cocktail), she arrives and is looking great. I invite her in, take her coat and we exchange pleasantries. I grab her a beer, give her a quick tour of our humble abode and, soon enough, Jane has made her escape from the MILFs and returns to warmly greet Susan.

You may remember that Susan is married to an older guy who lets her play since he can’t really keep up with her libido. She calls him to check in and let him know she’s in good hands.

And believe me, she is.

We continue drinking and shooting the shit and the girls are really starting to bond. They have a lot in common and they hadn’t really had too much of a chance to chat since I tend to hog the computer most nights.

I decide it’s time to start dinner, so I fire up the grill and throw on the steaks. I pop in and out to get the side dish prepared and to make sure I’m not going to miss it if they start making out in our living room.

Yeah, that would be hot.

Unfortunately, the girls are able to keep their pants on and we sit down to eat. Susan brought a bottle of wine and it is and excellent compliment to the steaks.

I retire to my office for an after dinner smoke while the girls continue chatting in the living room. After my cigarette, I come out and ask if Susan would like to get high, because Jane and I were going to. She agrees and we pack up a pipe and start smoking.

After a few minutes of smoking and chatting and laughing together, we are definitely starting to feel the effects of the pot. Susan gets up to use the bathroom and I prod Jane to kiss her when she gets back. Jane is feeling a little shy and I kick her in the ass.

“Just lay one on her, baby. You know you want to,” I tease, knowing she can’t resist the dare.

Susan returns from the bathroom and Jane stands up, walks over to her and says, “I have been wanting to do this since we met.”

Jane kisses Susan very softly on the lips and it turns into a very passionate, slow, wet kiss. I lean over so I can get a good angle. I wish I had a camera, but I have a feeling this moment will be etched in my memory for a long time.

See Jane kiss a girl.

Kiss, Jane! Kiss!

If you’ve never watched your wife make out with another chick, I highly recommend it. It was mind-bogglingly sexy and they were both obviously enjoying themselves. After they finish, I walk over and kiss Susan too.

“Her kiss was better,” Susan says, mocking me.

“Must be the goatee,” I reply, “That and Jane is a really good kisser.”

“Yes she is. I can’t wait to see what that tongue can do other places,” coos Susan, visibly aroused by all of this.

This has really gotten the ball rolling. After a little more make-out and touchy-feely time, the girls indicate that they want to go to the bedroom and get things started.

My brain is whirring at a million miles an hour.

This is really happening!

Fucker – stop thinking! That only gets you into trouble.

I sit down and have another cigarette. I need to focus here. Our fantasy is about to become reality, though I really think I’ve had been imagining it little longer than Jane.

Yeah, since I was about twelve and saw it in a porno.

I tell them to go ahead. I’ll join them momentarily.

Next: How to Properly Fuck a Unicorn

We head out to the birthday/costume party on Saturday night. It had an 80s theme and, since that was pretty much our heyday, we know how to dress. Jane has her hair teased way out, a shirt that looks like it was torn from Jennifer Beals, sexy denim miniskirt and fishnet stockings with little skinny-heeled boots.

I look like a grit – mullet wig, jean jacket, ripped up jeans and untied high top shoes. I even pegged my jeans!

Exactly how I looked in the 80s, except my mullet was better.

We arrive at the party about 45 minutes late and things are just getting started. There are about 15-20 people already there milling about. Jane is far and away the craziest dressed person there. She had a ton of blue eye shadow on with sparkles leading back to her temples.

She looks like she belongs in a Whitesnake video. Rowr!

Everyone else is, for the most part, dressed very conservatively which doesn’t surprise me one bit in this stuffy little burb. I think everyone else here were super preps in high school - lots of Izod Lacoste Polo shirts and upturned collars seemed to be the norm.

The MILF squad members are all present and accounted for. Rachel is wearing her bare-midriff cheerleader outfit again.

With the high-heeled porn star saddle shoes.

Guh.

I gotta get a pair of those for Jane. So hot.

We bop around the house chatting with the MILFs, the uptight people and some more uptight people. I had brought a bottle of bourbon, but left it in the car before Rachel suggests that we play Quarters. With liquor, not beer.

Sort of like back in the 80s, but now we drink the good shit.

Being quite experienced at Quarters, I agree to play. I retrieve my bottle of bourbon from the car and make myself a cocktail prior to engaging in this immature display of college-esque alcohol abuse. Rachel has a bottle of tequila and Simone finds a couple of half-full bottles of Southern Comfort while raiding their liquor cabinet. Another outside member of the MILFs is introduced to me – it’s Jackie.

Jackie wants to party with us.

The uptight people all gather around to gawk at me trying to teach a French woman how to play quarters. Rachel is already drunk and is unsuccessfully trying to explain how the game works. I take over and actually tell Simone the rules and how the game is played. We pass the glass around and Rachel (who is apparently some sort of Quarters shark) hits on her first attempt.

One shot for Dick.

I enjoy SoCo and quickly down my shot. Rachel goes again and hits again.

Another shot for Dick.

I think she’s trying to get me drunk.

She misses on her next attempt and the turn is mine. I miss.

Fuck.

Jackie is next and she is clueless, bouncing the quarter clean off the table. Simone tries and fails and it’s back to Rachel.

Pling!

See Dick drink!

Shoot it Dick, shoot it!

I am starting to get a little bit queasy at this point and, after Rachel deftly puts the quarter in the glass a second time, I beg off the shot – I really don’t want to get sick. Rachel grudgingly obliges and sends a shot over to Simone.

It finally makes it back around to me and I nail it.

Paybacks are a bitch. Time to show this girl who she’s fooling with…

Rachel does her shot and I sink another. And then a third.

I miss my next shot and the game continues for a short time, only barely before we exhaust our gracious hosts’ supply of liquor. By now, all the MILFs are drunk and Jane is being very amorous towards me, flashing me (and two other shocked male guests) as I have a cigarette.

She’s not even that drunk. My wife is nuts!

At one point later in the evening, I’m leaning against the kitchen counter, surrounded by Simone, Jane, Rachel and Jackie and they suddenly decide to start comparing bras after one of them shows interest in Jane’s strapless boob-covers, which have done an admirable job of keeping her fantastic breasts in check this evening.

They all basically pull up/down their shirts and are admiring each other’s lingerie.

I am apoplectic, unable to disguise my amazement at the scene unfolding in front of me. I look around the room and make eye contact with Jacob (Rachel’s husband – the crazy cop). He smiles, shakes his head and I shrug my shoulders.

What are you going to do? I know I really want to grab his wife’s tits, but resist the urge. No need to get an ass-beating tonight - be it from Jacob or Jane.

I finally extricate myself from the MILF gauntlet, shocked and aroused. I make another cocktail and start mingling with some of the other guests. We hang out for another hour or so, when the hostess pretty much runs us out of the house since she had an early-morning flight to catch.

Jane and I make our way to the car and head home. I am turned on and pretty drunk, and am putting the full-court press on Jane. We head upstairs and get naked.

I start licking her pussy very slowly and then, every so often, thrust my tongue in as far as it will go and grind my chin on her clit. She loves when I do this and closes her thighs tight around my head when she cums – I can’t breathe or hear anything.

And I can’t think of another place I’d rather be.

After her orgasm, she pushes me down on the bed and starts sucking my cock very aggressively. After a few minutes of heaven with her tongue flicking the underside of my penis, we switch spots and I slide into my wife’s wet, slippery snatch, giving it all to her in the first thrust.

She gasps in surprise as I enter her. I tweak her nipple, apparently a little bit too hard. She returns the favor, pinching my nipple and growling, “That’s too hard. Ow!”

I’m not sure what I was thinking, but I decide this is a signal that she wants it rough tonight. I’m happy to oblige and pinch her nipple even harder.

Jane’s eyes go big as saucers – and she is pissed. She slaps me across the face. Hard.

She has never done anything like this to me in bed. I kind of like it!

My eyes go to slits and I stare right through her. I lean down and bite her nipple. She smacks me again – a little harder this time.

I smile a devious smile and slap her right back, hard enough to make my point but not so hard as to leave a mark. She looks shocked as I reach over and grab the paddle from our toy box. I withdraw from her and flip her over roughly, pulling up her ass and entering her pussy from behind.

I smack her ass as hard as I dare with the paddle. Two and a half white stars appear in a field of red on her ass.

I missed. Not entirely, but not with the whole paddle either. A few more swats are in order tonight. The snap of the paddle echoes through our small bedroom as I ride and flog my wife hard and fast from behind.

One more ought to do it – another SNAP! and Jane starts moaning that she’s going to cum. I continue pounding her from behind and finally hit the point of no return. I pour my load into her gaping pussy and withdraw before collapsing on her in a puddle of sweat.

“That was, um, different,” I say to Jane as she rolls me off her and into the wet spot.

“You hurt my nipple. And my ass! And I can’t believe you smacked me back! Fucker!” she whines, then gives me that mischievous look that makes me remember why I married her.

“You deserved it. And don’t kid yourself, those certainly weren’t screams of pain,” I smirk, confident that she liked it a whole lot.

She laughs and walks into the bathroom.

I am satiated, drunk and sleepy. Jane hops in the shower to remove all of the blue eye shadow and makeup she had slathered on for the party.

I pass out, waking up naked, cold and alone around 2 A.M. I get up and get dressed, walking downstairs to get a glass of water and take a few ibuprofen to ward off my impending hangover. Jane is asleep on the couch with the TV blaring. I wrestle the remote out of her hands and turn off the TV, hoping that will wake her. I shake her, trying a little harder to get her moving. She doesn’t budge, so I just go back to bed.

The next morning, we talk about the previous nights adventures and, to be honest, we’re both a little shocked at our behavior. Things are already heating up this week, what with the impending Weekend of Debauchery.

That Wednesday night we get an IM from Jimmy. Janet apparently hurt her back at work and they are really sorry, but they wouldn’t be able to play Saturday. She has a bulging disk that needs surgery sooner rather than later, so they make an appointment for her and now we can focus solely on Susan.

Whew. I was starting to get worried about how that was going to work out.

To be honest, this is the best possible thing that could have happened. I know we will be exhausted on Saturday after entertaining Susan Friday, and without having some time to decompress from that, neither Jane nor I felt quite 100% right playing back-to-back with Jimmy and Janet. We were going to do it just to keep our word to them, but I don’t know how “into it” we necessarily would have been.

Or able to actually move…

I hope it’s not a copout or a case of cold feet, but I really don’t think it is. They have been the ones consistently making themselves available to play, so I don’t think they would beg off without a legitimate reason.

I plan out the rest of my week, eagerly anticipating our Friday night rendezvous.

Next: The Seduction of Susan

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We finally manage to find a hole in both our schedules and Susan’s to meet for a drink after work one evening. This was quite a coup on all of our parts, since we’re so damn busy.

When are we going to find time to play?

If she’s into us, we’ll make the time, damn it.

I am the first one to arrive at the bar. I pick an out-of-the-way table in the corner, so as few people will be privy to our conversation as possible. Jane is next to make an appearance and she looks great! I am so lucky.

We get drinks and start talking about things when suddenly, Susan walks through the door. Jane and I both stand and warmly greet our (hopefully) future lover. Nothing more than a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but her skin was warm and soft and she smelled great.

We get some more drinks and order a bit of food to ease the tension. The girls start talking immediately, mostly about girl and family stuff. I am just sitting there admiring the scene and occasionally jumping in with a few quips of my own.

Susan and I have chatted so much that there’s really not much left for us to discuss. This is about Jane and her.

It is about as vanilla of a date as I’ve ever seen. The good thing is, there is attraction on all sides (I think – at least Jane and I both like her). We’ve already seen her naked in the videos and pics and she knows what we look like, too, so it’s pretty much up to personality deciding where this is going to go from here.

And things look very promising.

We have several rounds of drinks and finish up our appetizers. The time is quickly approaching 8pm, which is when we told the sitter we would be back.

We have to go.

I walk the girls out and Jane gives Susan a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Jane gets in her car and I walk Susan over to hers. I totally puss out and give her a hug and a big kiss on the cheek, though I wanted to do so much more.

Jane told me afterward that she really wanted to lay one on her and Susan felt the same, as I learned in chat later that night.

I think we’re in.

We return home, pay the sitter and hang out with the kid for a bit before bedtime. After we finally get her to bed, Jane and I have a chance to discuss the evening’s events.

“I liked her,” I state for the record.

“Well, I really liked her,” answers Jane, “Hope she liked us.”

“Bloop,” beeps the computer, indicating a new instant message from…Susan!

Susan: So glad we finally got to meet!

D&J: So are we. We are just sitting down to talk about it.

S: Cool. I want a full report.

D&J: Are you sure?

S: Only the good stuff – hehe

D&J: no worries on this end

S: Whew. Mine either.

S: So, I passed the test?

D&J: With flying colors. And us?

S: U guys are awesome! Exactly what I expected

S: I was tempted to kiss Jane right there on the street

D&J: You should have. She says she wishes you would have.

S: That is one hot mama u have! Looking forward to a long happy friendship

D&J: So are we. And I agree – got me a keeper.

And we sign off, content in the knowledge that we may actually get what we originally wanted from this!

Jane and I talk it over and, after comparing schedules with Susan, find that the following Friday is about the only possible free time any of us will have to get together until after the first of the year. We invite her to come to our house, since she is very down to earth and doesn’t appear to be a stalker.

She accepts. Woohoo!

It just so happens that this particular Friday is the night before the date we set up weeks ago with Jimmy & Janet.

Crap. I am going to be one sore motherfucker after that weekend.

And it will be so worth it.

The one positive is that I will be off for the entire week preceding our planned weekend of debauchery, which will give me time to:

1. Clean the hell out of our house.
2. Rest up for a weekend of non-stop fucking.
3. Masturbate furiously.
4. Do some freelance work.

Jane and Susan meet for lunch later in the week – I am quite nervous that they are meeting without me, but I figure I will just let this go where it will. It ends up fine – they are getting to know each other better and I like that.

And it turns out I have nothing to worry about. As usual.

I think too damn much.

I wish I were dumb, sometimes. Life would be so much easier.

Next: Vanilla Fun and Rough Sex

Be sure to read “Part I: Trick or Treat?” so you know what the heck is going on.

Jane and I enter the big room and there is only one other couple in there – they are fucking on the bed across from us. We drop our towels and start getting things warmed up.

I am focusing on Jane tonight – she’s going to have a good time, damn it.

Soon enough, Sally enters with … The Cap’n?

No complaints from Jane on Sally’s choice of partner, that’s for sure.

He is wearing his awesome pirate hat (at the request of Sally). They lie down next to us and start kissing. Soon after, things start getting heated.

Jane and I are 69ing at first but then shift around to pay some attention to our friends. Sally mentions that she needs to pay back Jane for not reciprocating during our last encounter and The Cap’n is very into my blushing bride.

They both lay Jane down and Sally starts tonguing her.

“It is so hot watching you getting your pussy licked by her!” I whisper into Jane’s ear.

“She’s not very good,” Jane says under her breath, so only I can hear.

I am playing with Jane’s tits and kissing her while Sally is playing with her naughty bits. The Cap’n joins her and soon enough, Sally yields Jane’s pussy to her superior officer.

“You’ll probably do a much better job than me,” she says, moving aside.

I don’t think Jane is going to object after that half-hearted effort…

He dives in and does his thing and Jane starts moaning soon after. While I am I’m sucking Jane’s tits and talking dirty to her, I suddenly feel a mouth on my cock and really, really hope that it’s Sally.

Thank God.

In spite of the fact that I am totally mentally into this, I am still very focused on Jane as The Cap’n brings her to another orgasm. She looks so beautiful when she cums and The Cap’n comments on that same fact.

Several times.

“You could squirt if you try,” he tells Jane, “You just have to let go! Just relax and let it go. You can do it! You like that, don’t you…”

I smile inside. My wife is so beautiful and really enjoying the attention from everyone. Yay!

“Does she cum a lot?” asks Sally about Jane as she has her third or fourth screaming orgasm in the last ten minutes.

“Yeah, I usually lose count,” is my reply.

The scene is rapidly descending into an informal orgy as two more couples come into the room and lay down next to the four of us. I force myself to concentrate and not watch anyone else – we know where that leads…

I think this is my issue with public sex as opposed to just simple group sex in a private setting. Like I have mentioned, I don’t particularly like being exposed and naked around a bunch of other people when anyone can walk in at anytime.

I feel vulnerable and that’s not exactly confidence-inspiring. To me, sex is a very private act and I am always paranoid about getting “surprised” when I’m vulnerable.

An actual conversation I had with myself at this moment:

“Not again! Why in the hell did I come to another orgy?”

“Because it’s an orgy, stupid.”

“Oh, yeah.”

It’s the unpredictable nature of this room that causes me to ride a roller coaster of hard-soft-hard-soft-hard over the next 20 minutes as The Cap’n and I rotate partners. He is also having some performance issues - mostly related to wearing a condom. This is a shame because Jane really wants to fuck him.

She recounted after the fact that “I got him nice and hard when I was sucking his dick, but it was like that condom was kryptonite…”

I can definitely sympathize, but say nothing. No guy wants to hear “It happens, bro” from another guy. It’s bad enough coming from a girl, but you definitely don’t want to hear that from a dude. He continues trying to pleasure the girls orally and manually and is clearly having a really good time, in spite of his problem.

Jane mentions later that he told her he usually has to take a half Viagra to keep things moving with a condom on. He also tells her that he is 47 years old.

And I thought Sally made me feel old.

I am able to keep focused as Jane joins me again.

“I want to fuck,” she states matter-of-factly.

She has managed to keep me at attention, so I gladly roll her over and slide into that sweet pussy, sans condom.

She is my wife, after all.

While I’m fucking Jane, there is a pile of bodies next to us, writhing and moaning. Jane and Sally start making out while I’m fucking her and Sally starts playing with Jane’s boobs. I grab Sally’s hand and place it on Jane’s pussy while I am sliding my cock in. Sally rubs around on Jane’s clit and pretty soon, she’s having another orgasm.

The Cap’n starts playing with Jane’s tits, kissing her and talking dirty, Sally is still rubbing Jane’s clit and I am pounding her as hard and fast as I can.

It’s no wonder Jane has another earthshaking orgasm a few seconds later.

Then Sally (it better have been Sally – I never did see who it was) starts tickling my balls from behind while I’m fucking Jane, tracing my testicles and perineum with her nails.

Oh my.

That’s why I go to orgies!

During this activity, I get about as close to my own orgasm as I will get tonight. At least at the club. It’s too bad she only did it for about 10 seconds or I would have.

Jane is the focus and she is going to be the center of attention tonight. This is what it’s all about: Fucking my wife while another chick plays with both of us.

Selfish? Yes.

The truth? Yes.

Jane and I stop fucking and she moves over to help Sally try to get things moving with The Cap’n. Sally climbs on top of him and starts shaking her tits in his face and kissing him while Jane sucks his dick. I am fingering Jane from behind while she sucks him. I reach over and start fingering Sally from behind while she straddles The Cap’n on all fours.

My hand is literally inches away from touching his cock. I have never touched another man’s penis and don’t particularly want to start tonight.

I am extra careful not to get too close, but Sally is plainly enjoying this, so I stick another finger in and start trying to hit her G-spot. I have two fingers in each girl and both are pushing back on my hands with each simultaneous thrust now.

Yeah, this is going in the blog…

They are unable to make any progress with him and I manage to avoid any incidental contact with another man’s genitals.

Jane tells me she wants to fuck me some more, since nothing was happenin’ with The Cap’n.

Shortly after this, Jane and I are fucking and we look up and one of the other girls has stolen The Cap’n’s hat and is showing it off while fucking her husband. He asks for it back and she taunts him. “You’re gonna have to come and get it…” she says, invitingly.

The Cap’n moves over to wrest his hat away from the thieving wench while she bounces up and down on her man’s dick. I lose track of the scene after that, trying mostly to focus on fucking Jane. After a bit, The Cap’n starts playing with the hat thief and her man moves over to join Sally.

He and Sally mess around for a bit and then Sally – apparently resigned to the fact that I am occupied with Jane – starts fucking him.

I certainly wanted (and planned) to fuck Sally tonight, but the world is not going to end if I don’t. It’s clear what her intentions are, since I was obviously going to be able to perform much better than I did during our first meeting. But her petulant behavior when I was not paying attention to her kind of turned me off and I honestly wasn’t that disappointed that nothing happened between us.

I think she thinks I’m a little more into her than I really am.

Oh well.

Tonight is about Jane and she is feeling good about herself (for a change). She was the center of attention and I’m so happy she felt so sexy and wanted.

Not to mention having about ten orgasms!

We finish up fucking and, since everyone who is able already has a partner, we decide to head downstairs. We’re not going to get kicked out of here at 3am again.

We are disheveled and sweaty as we make our way to the car, but still energized and really, really hungry. We run through a late-night drive thru and grab some chow.

After we finish eating, I let our food settle and then set to trying to get Jane to have sex with me again. Jane, ever the trooper, gives it up to me with a healthy dose of Astroglide.

I get my orgasm at last, not even caring if Jane gets yet another one…

Selfish prick, aren’t I?

Next: Date With a Unicorn