Jeff didn’t seem to notice or care about any edge in Ryan’s comment and smiled. “Successful first party, then?”
Ryan bobbed his head in a nod that lasted one beat longer than it should have before he reigned it in. “Absolutely.”
“You’re good people,” said Jeff, clapping Ryan on the shoulder. “Maybe Julianne and I could get together with you and your wife sometime?”
Ryan nodded. “Yes, absolutely!”
“Anyway, I’ve been summoned by the beautiful Miss Saundra, so I’ve got to make this wine run the very definition of haste.”
“Who’s Miss Saundra?” asked Ryan.
“She’ a goddess, my friend. Sixty-four, been in the lifestyle since 1973, when they still called it wife swapping. A legend.” Jeff took an extra moment, where he appeared to be sizing Ryan up, put his hand back on Ryan’s shoulder, and offered, “You be good, now,” followed by a wink.
“You know it,” said Ryan, and Jeff whisked two glasses of wine back out of the room.
Ryan took his own glass and wandered, appreciating the amazing house as he did. The impression of emptiness vanished as he neared every alcove or room. In a corner nook in the hall, a man with his pants around his ankles humped a woman, her legs wrapped around his back, gleaming red heels shining in the overhead light. An open door led to a den, where he saw Amanda wearing a cock and harness, fucking a gagged woman bent over doggy style, grasping the edge of a large wooden desk.
Given the sheer number of bedrooms upstairs, Ryan wondered why anyone would feel the need or desire to get head in the hallway. Or, as he glanced into a room at the end of the hall, atop the washing machine and dryer, where a pair of women lay, inverted toward each other in a sixty-nine.
Ryan discovered his glass was disappointingly empty. Better get a refill before the tour continued.
“Hi again!” The cheerful voice snagged Ryan’s attention as he passed an open door. He turned and saw Annabelle standing in the doorway, a hand on each side of the door jam. He made a point to remain focused on her eyes, difficult when the twenty-something was nude except for a pair of black and white platform heel saddle shoes. Her nipples were pierced.
“Hi,” he said. He held her eyes. The slight waver in his stance gave away nothing.
Annabelle’s grin became a smirk. She leaned out of the doorway, still extending her long arms to the edges of the opening. “You can look at my body, I don’t mind.” She told him. “I really actually like it.”
She widened her grin as Ryan looked her up and down. Her hair had been tied in long pigtails extending down to her lovely breasts, small and perky. Her vulva was pink and engorged. His once-over told him one thing: she’d had a lot of sex tonight.
“Now that I’ve shown you mine, can I see yours?” She reached out and grabbed the tie on Ryan’s robe, holding it firmly.
He looked down at her hand. Why not? he thought. He nodded and kept his head down, watching as Annabelle untied the robe and pulled the sides apart. His cock, which had spent much of this journey tenting the robe, seemed positively thrilled to have been let out, and it throbbed toward Annabelle.
She grinned. “Can I touch it?” she asked, reaching out, pausing moments before closing her hand around it. He gave her a single nod. He would’ve said no if he hadn’t wanted her to, wouldn’t he? And she would’ve stopped, right? Ryan blinked back the thoughts as Annabelle stroked his cock. He remembered that just moments ago he’d been wondering why anybody would do these things in the hallway, and not in a—
“Want to come in the room with us?” she asked him, flicking her other thumb in the direction of the room behind her. She gave his penis a playful squeeze that sent a shudder of pleasure up and down Ryan’s body, radiating outward from that point.
“Us?” The word rang in his head.
“Oh!” Annabelle laughed. “Doug, my boyfriend, and Ravi, and Gerald, and…” she paused, her eyes drifting up and left. “And Eric. We were going to just go for a DVP airtight, but with you here we could go all the way for a double-double-airtight!”
He jerked away from her hand, purely on instinct. Annabelle’s smile faltered as he stammered. “No, uh, I mean.” Ryan began, then shook his head to clear the Etch A Sketch and start over. “I appreciate the offer, but, I, uh—”
“Doug says that it feels like nothing else! ’Cuz your cock is rubbing against another cock in a really warm pussy.” She grinned. “Or my ass.”
Ryan grabbed the sides of his robe and pulled them closed. “I don’t think it’s really my thing,” he said as he tied the robe shut. “And I need to find my wife,” he added, hoping that’d be enough of a conversation ender so he could walk away. So he wouldn’t have to feel uncomfortable. So he wouldn’t have to question how unfair he was being by judging how many men that girl was fucking tonight.
“Oh,” sulked Annabelle, “Alright.”
He stepped back and away from the room. After a moment, Annabelle turned toward the bed. Shapes in the dim light resolved into four naked men. When she leapt onto the bed, they climbed on top of her. Fingers, hands, penises, tongues everywhere.
He needed another glass of wine.
37
Refilled wine glass in hand, Ryan stepped into the great room. A nude woman with silver hair sat alone on the couch, a blissful smile on her face, her eyes focused on something he couldn’t see. He moved deeper into the room, stepping down two stairs. On the floor of the recessed area, surrounded by the enormous sectional couch, he saw what she was watching. A man, perhaps in his fifties, lay on his back, legs up. The man’s playmate, a much younger woman, knelt on the floor between his legs, moving her hips rhythmically.
Ryan wasn’t quite sure what it was he was seeing and stepped closer curiously. Both of the woman’s hands were on the man’s legs, helping to hold them up. The man was stroking his flaccid penis. Ryan moved closer to the woman on the couch, still trying to make sense of this scene. From her vantage point, he saw the woman on the floor wore a black and red leather harness, a purple dildo jutting out from her pelvis. The dildo slid in and out of the man in a fluid motion as he moaned.
He’d never seen that before. Everything that was going on around the house, the orgies, the oral sex, plenty of things he’d never seen in person before, but this was something he’d never even seen in porn. “Wow,” he said, louder than he’d intended. His wow emphasized how uncharacteristically quiet the room was.
The man on the floor opened his eyes and looked at Ryan. He grinned. “Damn right, wow.”
“Have you ever had your prostate stimulated?” asked the silver haired woman on the couch.
He looked at her. “I had an exam about a year ago. But it was only mild prostatitis.” He blinked. Don’t share your medical history, that’s not sexy!
She smiled back at him. “Well, that’s good to hear.”
“I highly recommend being pegged,” said the man on the floor, closing his eyes and throwing his head back with a moan.
Intrigue. That was the feeling coursing through him. At the same time, though, he felt like he was intruding on this scene, this silver-haired woman with the contented smile, watching another woman fuck her husband, make him moan.
Somewhere in this house, Ryan’s wife was getting fucked by another man. Could he sit across from them and smile a similar contented smile?
Could he derive pleasure from her pleasure? Without being touched himself?
He wasn’t sure, and the uncertainty made him slip back out of the room as the man’s moans grew louder, echoing off the windows and high ceiling.