[Author's note: this is the sixth chapter in a series of indeterminate length. Karla and Richie have been married for 25 years and have two adult children. He teaches at a community college in Texas; she's a realtor. After meeting a neighbor, Karla started reading erotica and discovered that Richie had been writing and publishing erotica of all sorts on Literotica. They've been pushing their boundaries since then.]
The night Al and Joanie came over was obviously memorable. Even though our bed was king-sized, it wasn't really comfortable for four, so I grabbed Joanie and we used the guest room for the night. Al and Karla stayed where they were. Everyone slept soundly, and I slid out of bed when I smelled coffee -- thank goodness I had set the timer for it the night before. Joanie looked up at me and then promptly fell back to sleep. I threw on shorts, went to the kitchen and poured a cup for myself, then made sure to put out mugs for everyone else along with utensils and the rest of that stuff. I went out on the deck in back and sat there, my head still reeling from the evening.
I had seen my wife get fucked by a cock way bigger than mine. I had sucked that cock and swallowed his cum in front of our wives. I had eaten and screwed both women. There were things that hadn't been done; things that might yet be done, and there I was, the author of lots of stories on Literotica, and now, not only had I entered the worlds I'd formerly been imagining, but so had Karla. What did that mean for us? For our marriage? What I could see -- from my limited perspective -- was that we had a few choices.
We could say nothing and just go with the flow, or we could put off talking about it, or we could talk about it and be true to what we'd promised in our vows all those years ago. I gotta say, my first impulse was to say nothing, except I knew that was not an acceptable option. So we were going to be talking about it -- and soon. Just as I reached that conclusion, I heard someone in the kitchen, pouring coffee.
"I'm on the deck": I called out.
"Be right with you" came Al's bass voice.
He appeared in shorts as well, and sat down at the table.
"Quite a night, wasn't it?" he asked.
"That, sir, is an understatement!" I replied.
"I gather it was the first night for you guys as a couple..."
"Was it obvious?" I asked.
"No -- Joanie told me before we came over. Otherwise I would never have known, since both you guys seemed really comfortable. But I wouldn't be concerned about how it appeared to us. I'm about to offer up some advice -- are you open to hearing it?"
"Given that I've been sitting here wondering about our future as a couple after last night, I definitely want to hear what you have to say."
"Good. Now, I'm not saying I'm omniscient or anything, but the first thing you guys ought to do is talk. When the girls get up, I recommend that we have breakfast and then Joanie and I will head home so you can talk. And take advantage of that opening! We've been in this lifestyle for at least ten years, and have been the first for about a dozen couples. The ones that were able to talk about it stayed married whether or not they continued to swing. The ones that didn't talk it over eventually split. So I'd start by asking yourselves if you are committed to staying together. I'd also recommend you be prepared to be the first to answer any question you have. With me so far?" he asked.
"I am. That was going to be my approach anyway."
"Good -- then the next part should be really easy -- listen to what she has to say. JUST LISTEN! If you catch yourself preparing to respond to something, you are no longer listening. Interrupt her, right at that moment, and ask her to repeat herself and let her know you stopped listening and you're committed to hearing her. See, it takes work to just listen -- especially in conversations about sex, money or relationships. And you have two of the three on the line. You may need to get a third party involved if you find that you are arguing, by the way, and Joanie is really good at that. Better than I am, anyway."
"Thanks, Al. The way I see it, Karla enjoyed herself last night. And I got off watching her. The biggest worry I had was how I'd feel about her with another guy -- especially one with a bigger cock -- and seeing how much pleasure she got from it, from you, actually, took away any concerns. Now, how she felt about me doing the things I did is something I need to know. I think we'll be okay talking it through, but I'll be sure you guys are kept in the loop."
Karla and Joanie teamed up to make us all breakfast, and then Al and Joanie left, but not before extending an invitation to their next party -- the following Saturday. We immediately accepted, and, of course, the minute they left we both had second thoughts. And that, of course, turned out to be funny and it broke the ice so we could talk about our night.
"Well, Richie, was it as good as you imagined? Did you enjoy seeing what a slut I can be?"
"I did. In case you didn't notice -- and you might not have, since you were a bit pre-occupied -- I was hard as a rock watching you. Now I need to know -- did you enjoy it all?"
"Absolutely! I had more orgasms last night than I had for the past two years! I realized what I was missing, and whether you like it or not, I found out I have a slutty side that I want to explore. One that will be very happy going to their party! And now I expect you need to find out my reaction to you sucking Al's cock, right?"
"Um, yes."
"Well, I did have some thoughts about it. The most prominent one was how the fuck did you manage to deep throat that monster cock?"
