Condominium Ch. 04

After the last of the guests left, Amber and I went into our bedroom and did a quick change of the sheets. We fell into bed, and into each other's arms.

"Thank you, husband. I had a great time."

"Me too, wife, and thank you. Nice group of people."

"You distinguished yourself with Erin and Sara, and maybe with Brittany?" The last part of her statement was a question.

"No, not Brittany. Next time, maybe. I think she needed to be able to trust me more than she did when we started. There is a certain amount of that involved, especially if you know that someone is going to make you unconscious."

Amber laughed, "What might you do to them while they're unconscious? Have sex? You're already at the peak of a sex act. Intercourse is almost anti-climatic at that point."

Amber had been jerking my cock with one hand, and fondling my balls with the other. She'd restored me to about an 'eight' on my ten point scale. She gestured, and I slid over her body, and sank my cock into her sodden depths.

I commented to her, "Hey, I'm not getting sloppy seconds; you appear to be giving me sloppy fourths."

Amber chucked, "Fifths, actually. I got fucked four times, and now you, my darling husband are my fifth fuck of the night. I'm so lucky and so loved."

After that it was a steady stream of words of love and commitment between the two of us. We may have had sex with others, even others who we cared about, but this was the ultimate connection.

* * * * *

Sunday afternoon, several of the couples stopped by just to thank us for the party, explaining that they chose to just slip away as both Amber and I had been occupied. John was one the folks, and he explained the protocol in their group about not interrupting.

I had a surprise on the following Saturday when I went to check the mailbox. There was a pretty woman just closing up her box after collecting a magazine and some envelopes. She glanced at me, and then smiled. She watched as I opened the mailbox to 1403.

"Oh, you live in 1403?"

"Yes. Hello, I'm Jon Cooper." I put out my hand and shook hers.

"I'm Pam Trellis in 1503." She laughed, "You had quite a party a week ago."

I was caught totally off guard buy her statement. I know I blushed a scarlet color.

Pam said, "I gather you have a special group of friends. I wish I'd been invited."

I parried with, "I hope we didn't disturb you. Please, my apologies if we were too noisy or anything." I suddenly thought of Erin's outburst on the balcony just as I'd given her 'The Experience.'

Pam grinned, "I watched you have sex with two different women. One you about destroyed, but she was so happy afterwards I couldn't fault you. I've never heard a woman promise such devotion to anyone. The second one is probably in love with you too. I gather that neither was your wife."

"Errr, Pam, I don't know what to say." I was sure my face had turned scarlet in a blush. We'd been caught. Where were all my exhibitionist genes?

Pam laughed again, "I know I'm putting you on the spot, but you should know that you turned me on so much that I had to go and get one of my toys and play as I watched your second performance. I'm surprised you didn't hear me. I could hear you. You were only about twenty feet away, the way our balconies are positioned."

"Oh, shit," I muttered barely under my breath.

Pam smiled and went on, "Jon, would you consider inviting me to your next party. I also have a dear friend who I am sure would like to join in as well - very pretty blond about my age - thinner but with better boobs." She made a gesture at her chest indicating she was lifting heavy tits around. I liked boobs.

Pam was clearly middle age, perhaps fifty tops. She was on the chunky side, but very pretty and obviously not shy about what she wanted. If she was rating someone as 'boobier' than she was, that was saying something; Pam had a nice rack.

I stammered trying to put a little passive-aggressive distance between us, "We should have coffee and talk about this some more ... some time, ... and learn about each other."

I'd been hanging around people in the lifestyle so much, I'd forgotten what it was like to talk to anormalperson - someone not in the lifestyle, much less be a bit challenged by them asking questions or making statements about it. Of course, people where I worked were normal, but they didn't count because nothing like this even remotely came up.

Pam said, "I'm free now." She was calling my bluff. She also obviously wanted 'in' on what was going on in a serious way. "Could we do it now? I don't want to wait." She seemed so sincere, I hated to turn her down.

That put me on the spot. It was Saturday, and I didn't have much to do except pay some bills and tidy up my home office. When I'd had a house with my first wife, every available moment was tied up in maintenance of the place, particularly the exterior and yard. Living in the condo meant that all of that outside work was done by someone else, thus I had weekends to do as I pleased for the most part. Amber was doing pretty much the same thing. We both had agreed to split up the housework, but with only three of us there wasn't much.

I responded somewhat in desperation, "Amber should join us." By then I was figuring there was safety in numbers, plus the female-female connection could certainly ease my embarrassment.

Pam pulled out her cellphone. "What's you wife's phone number? I'll invite her. We can go have coffee; I'm buying."

Twenty minutes later Amber, Pam, and I sat outside at the local Starbucks a block away from our condo. The first five or ten minutes was spent between the three of us in that getting-to-know-you small talk about where we'd lived before the condo, education, jobs, divorces, children, and other key activities that make each of us who we are on one level.

Pam then bombed out the million-dollar question to Amber; "I watched your husband fuck two women a week ago. He's really good. I'd like to attend your next party, but I feel a little uncomfortable to be asking myself into your already established group, but, well, I think it's just what I need - my friend Heather too."

Amber waved her hand dismissively, "No problem. Of course, you can come ... and cum and cum." She laughed. "What do you know about us in this regard?"

"Only what I saw. I could tell you had a group of people there. I often saw someone come out on the balcony naked, sometimes to make out with someone, but Jon was the only person that I saw make use of your chaise out there for some serious lovemaking. He's good - my kind of lover. And I admit that after I saw what was going on, I became a nosey neighbor and hung over my balcony almost the rest of the night when I wasn't taking care of my our desires."

Pam shot me a lascivious glance that made my cock pulse. I realized, yes, I wanted to 'do' Pam, especially playing around with her boobs as she called them.

I shrugged in response to her comment. I liked to be outdoors, especially if the temperature was on the cool side. That way, no one got too overheated from all the physical activity.

Amber smiled, "We had ten couples. We had been ... cavorting is a good word. We'd been cavorting with four other couples until a week ago, and then we discovered five other couples that were also a group that liked to cavort. We got together for the first time that night."

Pam asked, "Is everyone from in town here?"

I snorted, "Better than that; everyone lives at the condo and is only an elevator ride away from anyone else."

"HERE?" Pam said, obviously surprised; she glanced up at our tall building a block away. "You mean there are you and nine other couples having sex together and you all live near me - in my building?" Pam's voice was anything but quiet in the patio setting. She seemed very happy with that news and broke into a huge smile.

Several of the heads of people around us turned. The three of us all blushed and laughed. There wasn't much we could do at that point. Pam had slapped her hand across her mouth, but it was too late; the damage had been done.

Amber leaned in and whispered, "Yes, and then there's you, and for all we know there may be others."

Pam said in a hushed tone, "My friend Heather lives in 702. I know she'd want in on it. We're both single; I hope that wouldn't make a difference. We're both divorced, but not in the market for anything other than some fun and release. We go both ways too."

Amber smiled, "So do most of the women in our enlarged group. It's very satisfying in so many sexual and erotic ways." I became acutely aware of Pam and Amber sizing each other up as lovers and sex partners; that gave me a weird feelings, and I also felt a little jolt in my groin.

Pam asked, "Do you only play together at parties, or do you visit between your large group sessions?"

I responded in a low voice, "So far it's been almost entirely at our parties. The parties move around to the units of our various couples - cocktails, pot luck dinner, conversation, and fun. Maybe because we kind of started things way back, we have a disproportionate share of the parties in our unit. We don't mind, and are very used to it."

"Do you stay overnight with any of the others?"

"Not really," Amber said. "We did it on Valentine's Day just to create a special celebration of some kind with one of our new lovers, but that's been the only time. You ask good questions. Have you done this before?"

Pam nodded, "Yes. Shortly after my ex-husband and I married, we fell in with a bunch of other grad students who were all pretty liberal about whom they slept with. It was fun, and we were in it for four years while he finished his degree and I got my doctorate. It influenced my studies and my dissertation. I counsel in the area now as part of my broader practice."

"Oh, yes, you said you were a psychologist, but not what you specialize in."

Pam chuckled, "Oddly enough, given the current discussion, relationship counseling, but I have a growing reputation about working with polyamorous families, threesomes, and so on. I get some court ordered pre-divorce counseling too, but not as much these days."

Amber said, "And you are part of the lifestyle?"

Pam shook her head, "No. I haven't been for years. I finished my Ph.D. about twenty-two years ago, and we stopped playing that game, started a family, and tried to be monogamous. I was better at it that my ex was. He started to have lots of affairs, hid them, and over a decade it led to the demise of our relationship. You can't do this and keep secrets. He was secretive."

Amber and I nodded. This had been our philosophy too. Everything had to be in the open, even our strong feelings for someone else, although that hadn't been a problem so far. I'd worried about that initially, but those concerns turned out to be ill founded.

Pam said, "Paul and I divorced about ten years ago. We shared raising the kids since he stayed nearby. Our oldest daughter just graduated from college, and our son graduates next May."

I asked, "Did they know about his affairs or your lifestyle?"

"Not growing up. We told them a few years ago. I think they'd figured out that their father was a less than faithful husband. The news that we'd been relaxed about our sexual mores when we were students surprised them only a little, but they took it in stride."

I teased, "Maybe they'll want to join our circle when they visit?"

Pam laughed, "I wouldn't put it past either of them. They're both sexually active, and I wouldn't be a bit surprised to find they were already playing games like that with their peers."

Amber asked, "What's your ex doing now?"

"He's still single; lives with bimbo number nine, and I think they play around on each other but don't care. I guess I cared too much. I should add that even though we separated, we have been each other's fuck buddies on occasion. He always was a good lover."

We each sipped our coffees.

Pam said, "If you're amenable to Heather's and my participation in your swing circle, maybe we could come to your next gathering. I can guess that some of the other women will see us as a threat because we're single, but I assure you that's not our motivation. I think that when they meet us they'll see."

Pam said with a lecherous grin, "On another front, might I interest the two of you in a little lunch time refresher. We could go to my condo. I gather you have children."

I smiled and Amber nodded. "That'd be nice. Our daughter is with my parents today. They stay overnight with one set or the other the nights we party too, and that's most weekends. My parents have no idea what we're up to, I might add."

We strolled back to the condo, chatting about a wide variety of subjects, but all of them related to swinging, sex, and the personalities of the others involved. I also mentioned the other psychologist in our midst.