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CHAPTER TWO

The telephone conversation with the man who identified himself only as Ron lasted about three minutes. I told him that a friend had given me his number and had suggested that I call him. He asked if I knew something about his group, and I told him that I knew only a little; he asked if I was married, and when I replied in the affirmative, he asked me to describe both my wife and myself, which I did. He said that he and his wife, Vivian, could meet us the next night at a cocktail lounge. I told him fine, that we'd be there about eight the following evening. He said goodbye, and that was that. Dianna and I arrived at the bar first, and found a small table tucked away against the back wall. We ordered our drinks, and after a wait of about ten minutes, Ron and Vivian presented themselves at our table.

My breath caught in my throat as Ron intro-s duced his stunning wife. She was as blonde as Dianna, and perhaps an inch shorter. Her thin print blouse strained against the pressure of her magnificent breasts which, at least through the material, seemed to be enormous, as round and as large as Dee's. Vivian had an open, fun smile, her face as fresh and as young-looking as her body was exciting. Ron was big also, maybe six-two or six-three, with a mellow, laid-back disposition; his shoulders were broad, and the short sleeves of his golf shirt stretched thin as they encircled his tanned, bulky, strong-looking arms. His hair was blonde, almost white, as if bleached by the sun. The pair of them looked as if they had just walked off some sunny Southern California beach. I. watched the two of them as their eyes quickly appraised us. We shook hands all around, and then they pulled a couple of extra chairs over to the table and sat down. We chatted as the waitress returned with our 39 drinks, and took their orders. She returned again, and we toasted each other and took our first tastes. Another five minutes passed with small talk, and then, just as I began to feel the slightly mellowing effects of the alcohol, Ron began explaining about his friends.

"Well, from what you said on the phone, Ben, I take it that both you and Dianna know at least something about us." I nodded.

"The group we belong to-and that's what we call ourselves, by the way, simply 'The Group'-is really nothing more than about fifteen couples who enjoy their pleasures, sex being foremost among them. We first got together about four years ago, originally there were four couples. The Group has parties about once a month. Simply put, the parties are designed to provide an atmosphere enhancing the members' already active interest in sex. The only rules we have are those designed to promote the members' enjoyment. Do you want me to continue?" His eyes flashed from me over to Dianna, and then back to me. "Please do," I answered. "Let me tell you two of the rules. First, to be considered for membership, the couple must be attractive. I think you'll find that every individual you might meet from The Group is going to be quite satisfactory, physically. Second, The Group's activities are designed essentially for those individuals who wish to expand their sexual limits, who want to explore areas beyond their own erotic horizons. For members of The Group, the parties provide an opportunity to enjoy pleasure simply for the sake of pleasure. I should tell you that our male members tend to be voyeurs and their wives, exhibitionists. It has proven to be a convenient and, I might add, a most pleasant combination. The third rule, which is probably the most important, is that of discretion. Since we depend on each other to keep our little secret a secret, the greatest discretion is required. All of our members are quite successful in their outside activities, and few could afford to have their private pleasures made public. Do you understand, so far?"

Again, I nodded my head in the affirmative. Dianna did the same. "One other thing. We accept very few new members. It is necessary that the two of you be approved by all of the members."

I swallowed some of my drink. "And how is that done?"

"Any new applicants are, uh, reviewed, if you will, at the parties. We've developed a sort of ritual over the years. The purpose is to provide the members with an opportunity to meet and decide the, uh, compatibility of the newcomers. If you're still interested, we'd arrange for the two of you to attend the next party."

I looked over at Dianna and noticed the sparkle of interest dancing in her eyes. "Sure, we're still interested."

"Fine, fine. There's a party scheduled this Saturday night. I realize that that's not much notice, but do you think you could make it?"

"I think that Saturday would be fine," I answered.

Ron reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small piece of white notepaper. "Here's the address. The party starts at eight, but the new couples are asked to be there an hour earlier, so you'll have to be there by seven. Please don't be late. You might be interested to know that we'll be considering one other couple for membership, so Dianna won't be alone during the, uh, ritual. From what little I know of the two of you, and what I know of the other couple, all four of you should enjoy the evening."

We ordered another round of drinks. I noticed Vivian eyeing Dianna continuously throughout the conversation. We chatted for about another fifteen minutes, talking about nothing in particular. The four of us then left the bar together, heading out to the parking lot. The night air was warm and moist.

Ron and Vivian had unknowingly parked their car next to ours. The two of them walked in front of us, and were both over on the far side of their car.

"Ben, Dianna… come on over here for a minute…" Ron's voice had a peculiar tenseness to it. Dee and I walked around to where they both stood.

Vivian was leaning against the side of the car, her arms and legs spread slightly, her back to Ron.

"I'd like the both of you to see something," he said, reaching down and slowly lifting the hem of Viv's shirt up to her waist. She had been naked under her dress, and the dress was raised to reveal her thighs, fleshy though firm, their curves sweeping up to the soft wet flesh of her cunt. Her ass was incredible, her cheeks jutting out, round and sweep43 ing, the copper-brown tan even and unbroken.

Ron lowered himself to one knee, directly behind the woman. He reached up between her legs, forcing her thighs wider. The lips of her pussy were open and already glistening with her excitement. My cock stiffened, aching to be buried in the warm wet softness displayed before me.

"She's already wet. She's always wet, always ready. She tastes good, like bitter honey. Ben… taste her juices."

I leaned down and inserted a finger up between the lips of Vivian's pussy. Her cunt was warm and gaping. Her oil felt thick and creamy on my skin. Vivian groaned as I pushed my digit into her, then squatted back down against my hand. I withdrew my finger and brought it to my lips, my tongue flicking out and licking at the slippery stuff. Her flow was very warm and carried the thick sweet perfume of musk. It was thick, and tasted rich. I looked back at her pussy. My balls churned with my sudden, almost overpowering need to fill the woman with my cum, to experience her softness, her incredible beauty. Vivian was looking back over her right shoulder, back at Dianna. Ron was still holding her dress up, 44 her legs still spread open, her cunt and ass still exposed.

"Dianna," Viv said, her voice almost a whisper. "Go ahead and taste me… please."

Dianna stepped closer to Vivian, then ran her left hand down over the crest of her ass. She paused for a second, then pushed her finger up between the lips of her pussy. Vivian lowered her head and moaned. Dianna brought her finger to her mouth.

"You taste… beautiful…" Dianna said. I noticed that Dee's nipples were suddenly hard and erect, etching their outlines into the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Think about me,"she said, winking, as Ron let the dress fall back to full length.

The next few days seemed to crawl by, and as we drew nearer to Saturday, the tension surrounding Dianna and I grew thicker and thicker so that by Saturday afternoon the two of us were almost incapable of harboring a thought that in some way wasn't linked to some shared fantasy.

My thoughts kept returning to visions of Dianna caught up in the living out of several of the fanta45 sies that I had created. My sexual drama gave Dee an opportunity to act out her own most-hidden needs, and it benefited the both of us; we quickly became addicted to the continual searching for our physical limits, the discovery of the physical treasures of others. The first time that I had used Dianna for the satisfaction of my own mind's myths was almost two years ago, and, one of those unique coincidences of fates having occurred, I shared her with a good friend of mine. Dianna's eyes went wide, first with surprise and then with anticipation when I told her that I was going to let our weekend houseguest, who was at that moment in the guest bedroom, only a few feet away from where we whispered together, fuck her. She asked me why, and I told her because I thought that all of us would enjoy it. We approached my friend right then about the idea, and he said that he was all for the idea. This didn't surprise me in the least; since the three of us had become friends, I had frequently caught him looking at Dianna with a more and more urgent longing in his eyes, and that look said that he wanted the woman. The three of us decided to make the occasion as grand and dramatic a celebration as possi-46 ble. We each took a quick shower; my friend, Tom, in the shower in the guest bath, Dianna and I together in ours. We met downstairs in the living-room, where I quickly built a crackling fire in the arched, brick fireplace. Directly in front of the dancing flames I laid out a thick woolen white rug. Tom already had a joint going and he passed it around as Dianna found some glasses and poured the wine.

Dianna had entered the room wearing only a completely transparent white blouse and matching summer skirt. Her nipples glared pink from behind the veil of her shirt; a small closely-trimmed thatch of sandy-blonde colored down marked the junction of her full-curved thighs. Both Torn and I were dressed in only short.^white bath towels tied around our waists; both of the tight stretched towels showed the growing, anxious bulges of our quickly stiffening cocks as Dianna brought the wine in from the den. I waited until Dianna had rested the large silver tray on the table at the right of the fireplace. I motioned to her silently to join Tom and me, the two of us now sitting on the rug in front of the fire. Dianna came to us, knelt down on one knee, then reclined back on the cushions between us. Tom's eyes were riveted to Dianna's huge round breasts, which swayed from side to side in slow sweeping curves as she moved. Dee closed her eyes as her head touched the cushion. I reached up and, as Tom stared wide-eyed, I unbuttoned her shirt, button by button. After I had finished, I pulled the material back to display her pink-crowned softness. Tom's eyes followed my fingers next to her skirt. Slowly, as I did with the blouse, I pulled open each separate button in the line of six that ran up the front of her skirt. After I had finished, I again pulled the material apart, this time exposing Dianna's anxious pussy to Tom, who watched, his eyes fixed on the unfolding lush display before him. As I pulled open the skirt, Dee, her eyes still closed, spread her thighs open; Tom reached down, running his hand over Dianna's mound. Dee moaned at the touch, and Tom lowered his mouth to her left nipple, taking the swollen stiff thing into his mouth. I pulled open the lips of Dianna's cunt, and Tom's fingers, following mine, quickly found their way into Dianna's slippery pink crevice. Dianna arched her ass up off the cushion beneath her; she was wet, her juices glistening against the pink-red flesh. Tom's towel had fallen to the floor, and his cock was hard and long; he moved to his left a bit and began rubbing his straining prick over Dianna's glorious breasts. Dee reached up and held her soft mounds together, pressing them into each other, forming one great mass of curves, as first one of her lovers and then the other thrust his cock between them.

I remember moving back from Dianna at about that point and, sipping at the wine, silently watching the two as Tom examined his new magnificent toy. Tom had turned Dianna over onto her stomach, the cushion beneath her belly now forcing her delectable bottom up into the air. As Tom moved back around her, Dianna spread her thighs open, exposing her cunt to Tom's examination. I watched him as he ran his hands over her, first along the crest of her ass, then down between her legs, then finally, holding the labia of her pussy open with the fingers of one hand, he inserted two of the fingers of the other up inside her. Dianna gasped, then raised up higher as he pushed a third digit up into her wetness.

I stood up, letting the towel fall to the carpet at my feet. I moved down to the two lovers just as Tom, now on his knees, began moving up against Dianna, pushing his prick over the slippery pink-ness of her cunt. Dianna was rotating her rear end in soft tight circles, inviting Tom to use her further.

I reached around Dianna, holding her by her breasts, as Tom's prick, its bulging round head purple with the strain of its own engorgement, found her warm wet opening. She moaned as she accepted him, his shaft thrusting up into her gash. Tom reached around her with his hands, holding her by her thighs, pulling her back against him as he strained forward.

As Tom began his slow, constant pumping, Dee opened her eyes and turned to me. Looking up, she smiled at me, then once again shut her eyes tightly against any interference with the overwhelming fantasy that she was living. On my knees, I moved around so that I was directly in front of her. She raised her head at my movement; my cock, aching for release, stretched straight out to her lips, barely an inch or two from her warm wet mouth. I held her head between my hands as I pushed my cock into her mouth. She closed her soft red lips around my prick, her tongue teasing at the tip. I arched forward, and she accepted my entire length. Tom, his pumping becoming more and more urgent, whispered that he wanted Dianna on her back when he came. I took my dick from her mouth as Tom stepped back; slowly, we turned her back over. She positioned her ass over the cushion, spreading her legs open.

"Oh, Jesus… please… I want a cock inside… of me… oh… Jesus, please…"

Tom quickly moved between her knees. Dee arched up as he lowered onto her; Dianna groaned as Tom mounted her, driving his cock deep up into her. My fingers played over Dianna's breasts as the two of them reached the peak of their control together. Sudde‹nlys Dianna moaned loudly; first arching, then wrapping her thighs around Tom's waists she began a jerking, bucking ride, impaled on his jutting cock. Tom stiffened, his back perfectly straight; then, with the first massive wet convulsion of his cock, he fell into his climax, pumping, thrusting, jerking into Dianna; Dee's head moved from side to side as he gushed into her pussy, filling her with a continuing torrent of his hot thick semen. Leaning down, I kissed Dianna hard on the mouth as Tom fucked her, emptying his white creamy load into her accepting cunt. They writhed together for long minutes, moving, twisting, grabbing at the pleasures of one another. As Tom slowed, I motioned to him silently, and, with Dianna still caught up in her swirling, rushing release, he withdrew from between her legs. I noticed that his cock, still hard and stiff, was coated with a white, glistening mixture of Dianna's oil juices and his own sticky cum.

As I guided Dianna back over onto her stomach, Tom slipped beneath her, sliding down until his pecker, standing stiffly up from his body, was directly under Dianna's cunt.^Dee squatted down over him, lower and lower, until first the head, and then the entire length of his shaft, disappeared up into her. I moved around behind her; she groaned as I caressed some oil between the cheeks of her ass. Then, slowly, as Dee began moving up and down on Tom's straining prick, I pushed my cock down into her tight dark opening, sliding farther and farther into her hot anus.

Tom began thrusting into her, and I could feel the moving, jerking bulge of his cock in her pussy against mine as I reached up into her rectum. She felt tight, her two lovers stuffing her with their own demanding needs, As Tom reached up to guide one of her nipples into his mouth, Dianna fell back into her orgasm, moving on the two of us. Tom gasped, then erupted info her for the second time; feeling the jerking convulsion of Tom's cock as it spilled into her, I exploded into her ass, filling her tightness with my wet creamy release. What seemed like hours passed, as the three of us sated ourselves on the others, taking the pleasures before us like an unending feast.

Later, while the three of us spoke quietly into the almost dawn of the early morning, Oianna accepted the both of us again, until finally, the light of the young day beginning to filter in through the shuttered windows, the demands of the fantasy were satisfied.