My Wife's Parties by _a_friend_

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(Thanks to Kenji Sato for trying to correct my many errors.)

My Wife's Parties

Howard

My name is Howard E. Fletcher. I have always worked very hard and made good money. I have always tried to be smart in the way I spend my money.

Celia's and my problems started a few years ago:

We had recently purchased a large house in a nice neighborhood. The house was a two-story brick with six bedrooms and seven baths. The house faces west and so we had a problem with the evening sun being too bright in the living areas facing the street.

I took a few hours off one morning and went to an upscale building supply and found some windows with automatic metal covers in the European style. They were actually designed for security but would still be effective for light reduction and temperature control.

I hurried home to show Celia. When I got home, I was surprised to see a lot of strangers in my house. 'Must be Celia's friends,' I thought. I guessed there were twenty people scattered throughout the living areas on the main floor. I was mildly surprised that some were partially undressed. I went into the master bedroom and found Celia nude. She apparently had just taken a bath or shower and was getting dressed. The strange thing was that there was a naked couple conversing in a corner of the bedroom. I pointed this out to Celia and she indicated that it wasn't important.

She was very interested in the window, and asked what my plan was. I suggested we install the same style of window for all the west-facing windows. She agreed and I told her I would contact the contractor for the installation.

On the way out, I was surprised to see one of my tennis playing friends seated on the dining room floor, nude, chatting with a young woman seated in a chair. I was surprised to find so many people in our home at eleven o'clock on a working day, but I assumed they were all Celia's friends.

On the way to the contractor, I thought some more about seeing Celia nude, fresh from bathing. I knew that she always liked to bathe after we had sex. I would have to ask her about that when I returned home from work, assuming the party would be over by then.

I had a work meeting scheduled for the afternoon and didn't return home until about six. Celia had my dinner ready to be served. She had a candlelight dinner planned. Afterward we went to the bedroom and did what married couples do. It was, as usual, quite enjoyable. Afterward, she took a shower and then returned to bed. She snuggled up against me, indicating that she would rather cuddle than talk. I decided to hold off on my questions about the party. I was very happy with Celia, but still I had gotten a glimpse of a side of her that I hadn't know about. I didn't necessarily believe that she was having extracurricular relationships, but the people at the party were a strange accumulation of people I didn't know mixed with a few who I did know.

I finally decided that I would invite her for lunch on the following day. I would ask her about the party then. I selected The Marina as an upscale restaurant where we would be able to have a possibly intimate conversation. After talking about the parking problems at the Marina and getting a few sips of wine down following our ordering, I asked her about the party.

She wasn't at all defensive and seemed to be totally forthcoming. "I told you two things when you proposed to me," she reminded me. "One was that I loved you, and the other was that I liked variety in my sex life. I didn't think I needed your permission to indulge in the second."

I asked, "So, you have been having sex with some of the guys at the party?"

She explained, "Howard, I have had sex with all of the guys at the party. Initially, I only had guys to my Tuesday and Friday morning get-togethers. As time when by, the guest list was getting a little long for me to handle. Some of my girlfriends asked if they could be included. So, the parties have been gradually getting larger. Occasionally, one of my girlfriends will introduce a new guy to our group. I would always be sure to fully introduce him to our ways as soon as I could. Howard, I can tell that this is a lot for you to take in. Please know that I love you and our life together. Perhaps, I should have told you sooner, but you have always seemed happy, so why burden you with something you might not want to know."

Celia

I really liked my husband, but I also liked having different partners for sex. We had agreed that I might stray from time to time, but having several partners several times a week was probably a little more than what we had agreed to. I hoped he was not going to be difficult. I enjoyed sex with Howard, and I enjoyed going places with him. I enjoyed doing lots of things with Howard, including conversing with him at dinner, and sleeping with him, especially waking up with his arms around me.

On the other hand, I liked my daytime parties and being able to select partners from a gradually expanding menu. I would have chosen a different way for him to find out. At least seeing me nude was better than if had been about twenty minutes earlier, and not only seen me doing that handsome Tom, but also seen a small group of my fans cheering us on.

"Howard, does this change things between us?" I asked him directly.

He replied, "I think it changes things, but I don't think it is a big change. I know that we agreed that I might not always be the only one, but I think I need some time to take this new knowledge in."

I inquired, "What are you thinking?"

He admitted, "I'm seeing you differently. I think I still love you. You know that if we have children, you will have to cut back some."

I agreed, "Of course, that's true. When we have children, not only will I have to cut back some, I may have to cut back a lot! Howard, would you like to come to one of my parties?"

Howard answered, "It's hard to cut out a big block of time, but I guess I would like to attend one."

I explained to him, "I could have a Saturday night party. Do you think you are ready to watch me with some of my partners?"

He admitted, "That is a very pertinent question. I guess seeing it is different than merely knowing, but I think I can handle it."

I asked, "No big scenes, right? Do you think you might like one of my girlfriends? I can't deny you that, if you're interested."

He replied, "It may be one step at a time for me. You don't mind me watching you?"

I assured him, "It's okay, if you want to take small steps, and actually, I think I'd like for you to watch me with another man. I just hope it's a turn-on for you. I may have some after-party expectations, you know."

He questioned me, "Is it against the rules for us to be together during the party?"

I replied, "I don't think so. That may be a way to keep the parties going and yet go through a period of you being the only one who does me."

He confessed, "This is a lot for me to take in."

I assured him, "I know it is, Howard, and I'm so pleased that you're making the effort. I know it's not easy for you."

We started eating our food.

It made me very happy when he told me, "I look at you, and my main feeling is how much I love you."

Women aren't supposed to have their cake and eat it, too, but I was beginning to hope that I might be able to continue pulling it off.

Howard

I couldn't believe what I was agreeing to. A few days ago, I thought we were just a suburban couple, getting things in order for starting a family; now, I was in on the planning of a Saturday night bacchanalia, perhaps only the first of many for me, but certainly not the first for my wife.

The weather was warming up, so it looked as though we might be utilizing our swimming pool and ten-foot privacy fences. If the neighbors wanted to see what was going on, they would at least have to go upstairs. We had also planted shrubbery that was growing above the fence. I still wasn't completely comfortable with the idea of watching my wife with other men, but I knew I wasn't the first, and although it undoubtedly would change our marriage, it might not be for the worse.

Saturday night came. Since it was to be a pool party, I dressed in my traditional swimming suit. I was a little surprised when Celia wore a see-through wrap with a... well if it was a bikini, it certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. Two patches of cloth with strings covered her nipples but not much else upstairs, while a small strip of cloth, again held on by strings covered her slit and most of her crack downstairs. I thought this must be a new genre of swimsuits, the three-piece. Some guys and gals came alone, and some came accompanied, but every guy and some of the women took a long look at the sights presented by my wife.

The party was supposed to start at eight. By nine, my wife was entertaining several guys at the shallow end of the pool. My first concern was that her swimsuit bottom might stop up the drain. I retrieved the discarded attire and then watched as one of her coterie penetrated her. She still had her top on, but it was no longer functioning as originally intended. She seemed to be enjoying her first conquest of the night but managed to look my way and give me a smile, indicating that she was enjoying the attentions of her guys.

"Are you the host?" a sandy-haired young woman asked.

"Yes, I'm Howard," I replied smiling at her and her bikini, which was much larger than my wife's.

"Mindy," she informed me. "Your wife seems to be enjoying herself."

"Yes," I agreed, "she always does."

"I wanted to show you something," she suggested. She led me behind some of the landscaping and removed her bikini bottom. "Does this interest you?"

As I was already aroused from watching my wife's performance, this would require some care on my part to keep from jumping the gun.

"Very interested," I replied, helping her to remove her top.

I had a little difficulty removing my suit, but Mindy was very helpful. She immediately kneeled down and began sucking my manhood.

Perhaps, I wasn't as interested in that as I should have been, but I pulled her to her feet and lifted her right leg so I could penetrate her in the Dancing Ballerina position. I became aware that like my wife's activities, we had attracted an audience. I was undeterred although it seemed that Mindy became even more passionate. She was audibly moaning and breathing heavily, as I took her higher and higher, and then she cried out, and embraced me harder, as her body shook in the exhilaration of climax.

Our audience seemed to approve as I turned her around and entered her from the rear. I clasped her arms and began stroking her in the Standing Prison Guard position. Again, Mindy's body shook in the ecstasy of orgasm, as she groaned her pleasure. She pushed me down on the grass, and climbed aboard, inserting me into her love tunnel.

I could see my wife watching and smiling at me. This only increased my pleasure at Mindy's activity. Two of her orgasms later, I filled her up with my ejaculation. She bent over and kissed me, and our small audience applauded our efforts. This was my introduction to a new lifestyle.

My next surprise was that as Mindy removed herself, my wife stepped in and started sucking my maleness. This was intensely arousing and soon my wife was riding me. She had three orgasms before doing a half turn and beginning to pound me in the reverse cowgirl position. Two more orgasms and she adopted the doggie style position, in which I rammed her to another orgasm from the rear.

She fell into the gridiron position and I came on her second orgasm in this position. She rolled over and kissed me, and told me, "That was so good, Honey!" She couldn't say more because two guys were pulling her away, and not for a Sunday School lesson, I was quite sure.

Meanwhile, an attractive blonde was helping me up and leading me by an appendage not usually used in such a fashion, into our house. "I'm Melissa," she informed me, "but you can call me, Mel!"

She directed me to our living room sofa, where she kissed me down there, and then inserted me into, of all things, the cowgirl position. I thought we should probably provide some ten-gallon hats for all the cowgirl wannabe's frequenting our parties.

A few hours later, Celia and I were sitting on the same living room couch. "What do you think, husband?" she asked.

"I can see myself doing this again," I admitted.

"I think this was the best party ever," she informed me.

"I guess that is a definite, do it again," I told her.

"Speaking of doing it again, I'd like to do you again," she told me.

"I'm in!" I replied optimistically.

"You can think of me and my friends, or you can think of you and your friends," she agreed.

I had to ask, "How about I think of you and me a few hours ago?"

"Better yet!" was her reply, as she led me to our master bedroom.

My balls were starting to ache a bit, but I was able to give a creditable performance.

Our life began to follow a familiar pattern. Celia and I had a lot of intimate time together, although both of us continued to enjoy variety. I found that women in our group found it exciting to be with Celia's husband.

Then the Chihuahua Kids hit town. The brothers were very close. According to Celia, they made it clear from the start that they shared everything, which meant they shared her; however, as things developed the sharing did not extend to others, even Celia's husband.

Celia told me that she loved me but wanted to live with them for a while. This was the worst time for our marriage. I could share Celia with others, but being cut out of the mix altogether was a different story. Finally, they relented and let her spend every Friday night with me. Afterward, she would have brunch with her girlfriends and then return to the brothers' apartment.

She later admitted that there wasn't a square foot of their apartment where each brother had not done her. Most areas they had done her at the same time; those parts I didn't even want to know about. I still wanted her, but I didn't have a good exit strategy for either of us.

Celia

I loved my husband, Howard, but I knew I hurt him sometimes. When I met Pedro and Pablo Reyes, I didn't know what to think. They claimed to be twins, and their driver's licenses confirmed it, but they seemed very different. Pedro was muscled, but stocky. He was thick, while Pablo was thin. They were both large, but everything was different, including down there. They were both very smart, and they both liked to make love to me until I begged for mercy. Pablo was so handsome that you couldn't call him anything but beautiful. Pedro wasn't as handsome, but even his muscles had muscles. He could do anything physical including making a young woman very happy.

When the twins asked me to move in, I refused. However, they were very persistent. One night they screwed me for almost two hours. Then Pablo told me if I moved in with them, I could have the same thing every night. I didn't like making Howard unhappy, but I was wavering. I knew they wouldn't screw me for two hours every night, but even if it was only ninety minutes, it would be a good way to spend my evening.

I told them, "For me, it sounds like a good idea; I could lie about our threesomes but you wouldn't believe me if I did, but there is someone else - my husband. If I moved in with you guys, it would make Howard very unhappy."

Pedro replied, "I am more concerned about the three people in this room. I would be happier if you moved in with us. Pablo?"

Pablo suggested, "It's not only that I would like to make sweet love to you all night, except when I would be watching Pedro do you, but I think you would enjoy it just as much as we would, maybe more."

"You make a pretty convincing case," I admitted. "But I am really concerned about Howard, and I don't want a divorce."

"You just want to have fun," Pablo put in.

"Girls just want to have fun," I replied.

"So," Pedro interjected, "I submit you can have more fun if you move in here."

"I admit I don't like driving back every night," I told them.

"Move in with us," Pablo continued, "and one night a week we'll all go our separate ways. If you want to console Howard, you can do it once a week."

"I don't know," I admitted, "Howard's a pretty horny guy. I don't think he would be satisfied with that."

"I'd be willing to go with two nights a week, maybe Friday night, and one work night, maybe Tuesday," Pedro added. "What do you think, Pablo?"

"I think it's important that you be happy," Pablo turned his beautiful countenance toward me. He really knew how to work a woman. "What will it take to make you happy, even if it's trying to make an accommodation for Howard's benefit."

"I'll talk to Howard," I promised. "It won't be easy for either one of us."

That damned Pablo had the effrontery to shake his booty at me. I went for it. Pablo and Pedro double penetrated me one more time. I took a shower and went home. Howard was already in bed. I changed into nightwear and joined him.

I got up the next morning, fixed Howard's breakfast and sat down with him.

He knew something had changed. "What's up, babe?" he asked.

"Howard, you know that I love you."

"Well, at least you come home every night," he replied.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"Do you want a divorce?" he asked.

"I don't. Do you?" I replied.

"No. I love you!" he stated. "Maybe you should tell me what this is about."

"I met these guys, Pablo and Pedro," I admitted. I want to sleep over with them."

"But you said you loved me," he argued.

"You need to know your power," I replied. "I'm telling you what I want. You mentioned divorce. That's your magic word. Say the D-word, and I won't do what I planned to do."

"But you'd rather sleep with these guys than sleep with me?"

"Not exactly what I said," I continued. "I want to sleep with these guys, but I want to sleep with you, too!"

"How many nights with them; how many with me?" he asked, a bit disgustedly.

I reassured him, "Howard, I love you and I don't want a divorce!"

"Are you asking me the minimum nights to sleep with me so as to not have a divorce?"

"That's not what I meant. I just want both of us to be happy."

"Okay. I need to treat you like I love you. Let me think this through.".

"I already talked about it with the guys. They already agreed to two or three nights a week, but I can negotiate with them for more if you want me to."

"I'd like four, but I can live with three, as long as it's flexible."

"What do you mean by flexible?"

"Meaning it might not be the same three nights every week."

"That's okay."

"I'm assuming this is temporary," he told me, "meaning indefinite, but not permanent."

"Sure," I assured him. "I'm planning to spend three nights a week with you, and if this is not working, you will, of course, let me know."

He asked, "Of course, have you decided which nights you'll be spending here?"

I replied, "Can I choose?"

He answered, "Sure, subject to some flexibility."

I agreed, "Okay, how about Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."

He inquired, "That's fine, are you going to be taking some clothes for over there."

I informed him, "Yes, I'll probably buy a couple of extra outfits, so I'll always have something to wear at both places."

He suggested, "Maybe, you should give me one or both guys' phone numbers, just in case."

My Wife's Parties

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