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Note to Readers:
This is a standalone story, but it revisits the characters and situation from "Our 6-Level Orgy: The Newbies." [To find it, you can click on the 'stories' link above.] This is another group vanilla romp, in which everyone is over 18 years old. This installment looks more closely at how some participants decide to go only so far, and no farther. Details of the sex are in the tags. Enjoy!)
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My husband, calling himself 'Jack,' posted something recently about the orgy we host at our home, every month or so. He did a pretty good job writing it, but his perspective is that of a horny male. I must say that I'm quite fond of his horniness, especially when he directs it at me. Still, in an event where women are being just as sexual as men are, there should be equal time for women to express themselves. And, well, admit what they do with other women's husbands.
Will that be equal enough? Our gathering of (mostly) forty-something female-plus-male couples doesn't have anyone who identifies as LGBTQ+. We don't exclude people who aren't straight, but the folks who join us don't swing that way. Or so they tell us.
'Jack' just reminded me that I shouldn't write about how we all found each other, and decided to get together to have sex outside matrimony. He omitted that on purpose, to protect everyone's privacy. So I won't say anything more about our process. I want us to keep having all this great sex with these great people.
That's also why he gave everyone a fake name. He called me 'Sally,' so I'll stay with that. I've had him draw up a complete list of the fake names, and who they really are, so I can use the fakes here.
Anyway, as Jack wrote (I'll stop using quote marks now), our orgy is done in levels, because some of our friends only want to go so far with other people. Some are happy to make out, and even undress all the way when they do it, but won't actually touch genitals, except maybe with fingers. Others accept oral sex outside their marriage, but won't cross the line to penis-in-vagina sex.
We've always made it clear that this is perfectly okay, and there are still quite a few folks who eagerly stay through 'Level Six,' when P-I-V is allowed,
if there's consent by every affected person.
'Affected' means spouses not involved in the sex. If an uninvolved spouse doesn't consent, the sex doesn't happen. At least, not in our house, during our orgy.
It could be that an encounter that's allowed on one night wouldn't be allowed on another. Maybe, in Couple A, the husband accepts his wife being shagged by the husband in Couple B. A month later, though, Husband A might not consent to that, while he'd be okay with his wife banging the husband in Couple C. People have feelings, and have their reasons. We all accept that.
That's a subject worth writing about some other time. This writing is about a couple who always left before Level Four (full nudity). Margo and George are nice, friendly people, and very good-looking. The rest of us enjoyed the opportunity to snog and smooch with them, even though they'd never gone beyond cavorting in their underwear. Damn, George has a great body, thick muscle and six-pack abs, even as he approaches his forty-eighth birthday. I fantasize about fucking him. He knows. So does Margo. So does Jack, who isn't at all surprised, since I've gladly fucked every man who's stayed for Level Six. (Not all of them on the same night. The spirit is willing, but the pussy has limits.)
In a recent orgy, Margo approached me while we were still in Level One, which is just normal conversation, fully dressed. She had me join her on a loveseat, so we could drink our coffee, and chat, in quasi-privacy.
"What would we have to do," she asked me, "to stay for Level Four?"
"Strip all the way," I said. "It's only fair. Everyone else shows everything then, warts and all. Literally. We don't let anyone treat this like a peep show."
"Do we have to make out, naked?"
"No. It's okay to stay out of the action then. But you can't sit all scrunched up, or hide your goodies with your hands. You have to be visible." I smiled. "I should warn you, Jack might stare at you the whole time. He's wanted forever to ogle you. But he won't masturbate while he does. He has that much self-control, at least. And respect for you."
Margo nodded, and licked her lips. She's snogged Jack quite heavily. She's never opened up to me about this, but I'm pretty sure she's hot for my husband.
"We'll see how we feel," said Margo, referring to herself and George. She stood, said "Thanks," and took her coffee cup to the bar.
Side note: Many women are hot for my husband, and not just those who come to our house for whoopee. He's 6' 1", with a strong jaw, and deep blue eyes that can really make a lady's heart all fluttery when he takes off his glasses. Not as extreme a physical specimen as George, but Jack's body is very nice to play with. Including the thing that sticks out from the body as a result of my playing.
And while I'm digressing: After Jack posted about our group, he and I and some other folks chatted about this. We agreed that, while we intend to maintain our privacy, it would be good to post more about our multi-level orgy, and that more of us can write about our experiences. What we do together works very well for us. Other people might be encouraged, by our example, to try opening up a little. It should be pretty clear that what we do isn't fueled by booze or drugs, and we accommodate those folks who wouldn't be into wham-bam outside matrimony. Which brings us back to George and Margo.
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As the early levels progressed, I once saw Margo and George off by themselves, conversing too quietly to be overheard. I would never eavesdrop. Well, not on friends. Besides, we dim the lights as we get to the mingling and making out. People can still see what they're doing, but this helps us feel less inhibited.
That night a key talking point for everyone was the announcement by Bonnie, one of our friskiest ladies, that she had prepped herself to receive anal sex. She added that she would spend Level Six in one of our guest bedrooms. "I will welcome gentleman callers there," she declared, "so nobody out here will be grossed out. Sal, you might want to turn up the ventilator in there."
"Definitely," I said, chuckling.
So, on to Level Three. I admit, my talk with Margo may have given me an unfair advantage. I made a point of snogging George as the level was ending. I enjoy that anyway, as he nuzzled through my short blond hair, and I twirled fingers through his iron gray curls. Kissing him is a pure delight, with his full soft lips, and his knowledge of what I like from them.
He allowed my thigh to press between his legs, so I could get an impression of what was hidden there. My fondling of his butt, outside of his cotton briefs, helped give me a sensation of his firm sculpture, in case it was about to leave the building.
And this also put me close by, if it didn't.
"That's the end of Level Three," announced my husband. This started a five-minute break, when the early departure folks would leave the building before the remaining folks would complete their denuding.
George and Margo made no move to the exit.
Now, there's a lot to like when our male guests unwrap their packages. I was still enjoying the reveal of our recent newcomer, Aaron. But I stayed laser-focused on George. And when he didn't get his clothes from his hanger on the wheeled rack, my heart rate may have doubled.
I wasn't alone. Well, the first trigger was when Margo took off her bra. Maybe ten men, Jack very much included, whooped, and then applauded. She smiled, a bit bashfully, but spread her arms, giving a full view of her torso. Then she followed through, by sliding her underwear down her legs.
The implication was clear to the other women, at least six of whom joined me, in a ring around George. He smiled at the attention, but said, "We think we're done for the night. We'd like to stay, though, and see how it goes."
Then he dropped his briefs.
There was an "Oooooohh!" from many lady voices.
Yes, one of the voices was mine.
Now, it's not that he's especially big. I think it's more that a healthy-looking schwanz, attached to that Grecian-marble body, gives the impression that this man is pure sex.
Then my eyes bugged, more than they had already. It wasn't just that this prick, having thickened from provocative contact (
with me!
), showed the prospect of nice girth. It was that both of his stones were visible in great detail.
This man was scaped!
After a second or two of staring, my head swiveled towards Margo.
I barely got a full look at her, through the gap between a couple of staring men. She, too was hairless.
And grinning, at me. "Yes," she said. "This is what we've been denying you."
Dolores, with a full bush even darker than her brown skin, glared at her husband and said, "Don't get any ideas, Luther."
I'm sure that my mouth had been open for so long that a dozen flies could have taken up residence.
This continued as I turned to stare again at George. Now Dolores was doing that, too. George clearly hadn't expected the attention he'd get, or how he would react to it. His face was turning beet red. So was his dick, now fully erect. My mental tape measure had him at right about six inches long (fifteen centimeters, for those of you in other countries), and maybe four to five inches around (10 to 13 cm). Definitely in the range of my fun size.
But, not just that...
Look, I love my husband. I also want him. He has always made my body very happy, and I'm thrilled to do the same for him.
Also, pubic hair doesn't bother me. My lips and tongue are quite capable of getting past it, to find and enjoy the love muscle.
