Joy Ousex - Paramours in Paradise

I knelt up and moved closer to Anita. I rubbed the purple swollen head of my cock against her gleaming pink flesh. She felt smooth and slippery. I pushed into her, impaling her on my straining penis. I opened my eyes and watched Dianna as Bob exploded into her grasping rectum. She squatted as she came, pressing her convulsing cunt against Dianna's mouth. Anita bucked once, then gasped, then bucked again, her pussy rotating inches off the ground in small tight circles. She lashed out with her arms, then with her legs, falling into her twisting, ripping orgasm. Suddenly, my own tide broke away, surging out of me into the sucking wet tunnel of Anita's pussy. My muscles tensed as I shot into her, my cock jerking spasmodically inside of her, my hot thick white cum spilling out into her shaking, shuddering wetness. Bob gasped as he continued his hot flow into Dianna, even as I strained and poured into Anita.

More minutes passed, and then finally the four of us were still. The golden shadows of the fire danced across the ceiling and the walls of the room. As I stretched out on the carpet between the two women, sleep quickly smothered over the four of us.

Several hours had passed since Bob and Anita had announced their presence at our door, at least an hour had passed since the four of us had fallen together through our swirling, shared orgasm. Dianna and Anita had brought out some' sandwiches from the kitchen, and we talked quietly as we snacked; the wine and the dope, and, most of all, the sexual release, combined to mute reality for us, and seemed to envelop us all with an almost-numbed cocoon of calm. It was the early hours of the morning, and through the large skylight in the ceiling above me, I watched the blue, star-filled nighttime sky turn to the inky black screen of just before dawn.

"You know, I've been meaning to tell you all night, Ben, I heard of a… you're going to love this… a group, like a club, sort of, where all the members-well-it's sort of a club for connoisseurs of the, uh, physical… sexual…" Bob's speech was slightly slurred. He was sitting across from me, the two women relaxing on some cushions next to him on the floor. "A sex club, you mean?" I asked. "Uh, no, not exactly… not really a sex club … these people, the members, apparently take their sex quite seriously. They have all these rules… everyone has to be married, attractive, things like that. I guess there're about ten, fifteen couples, who are members, or whatever you want to call them."

I was probably too tired to show it, but Bob had piqued my curiosity. I noticed that Anita and Dianna had also stopped their own conversation and had diverted their attention to us.

"Why don't you give it a try," I suggested, reaching for a glass of wine. My mouth was dry and scratchy.

"Well, I don't know if I'm up to something like that. I was hoping that curiosity would get the better of Dianna and you; then you could tell us what it was like, and, uh, if it was any good, and then, Anita and I could join if it sounded okay."

"Aha, so that's it. You want us to be the guinea pigs," I laughed. Dee giggled, along with her sister.

"Not really, no. Actually, I just figured that since the two of you are the experts, your opinion would be good enough for us. Hey, I've got a name and phone number if you want to find out more about it."

Bob took a card from his wallet. I looked at the name and telephone number, then put it down on a small table next to niy chair and told Bob that I'd think about it.

In spite of some very half-hearted protests, another joint was lit, and after about twenty minutes, the four of us were once again entangled together on the thick cushion of the carpet. We fucked until midmorning.

The telephone conversation with the man who identified himself only as Ron lasted about three minutes. I told him that a friend had given me his number and had suggested that I call him. He asked if I knew something about his group, and I told him that I knew only a little; he asked if I was married, and when I replied in the affirmative, he asked me to describe both my wife and myself, which I did. He said that he and his wife, Vivian, could meet us the next night at a cocktail lounge. I told him fine, that we'd be there about eight the following evening. He said goodbye, and that was that. Dianna and I arrived at the bar first, and found a small table tucked away against the back wall. We ordered our drinks, and after a wait of about ten minutes, Ron and Vivian presented themselves at our table.

My breath caught in my throat as Ron intro-s duced his stunning wife. She was as blonde as Dianna, and perhaps an inch shorter. Her thin print blouse strained against the pressure of her magnificent breasts which, at least through the material, seemed to be enormous, as round and as large as Dee's. Vivian had an open, fun smile, her face as fresh and as young-looking as her body was exciting. Ron was big also, maybe six-two or six-three, with a mellow, laid-back disposition; his shoulders were broad, and the short sleeves of his golf shirt stretched thin as they encircled his tanned, bulky, strong-looking arms. His hair was blonde, almost white, as if bleached by the sun. The pair of them looked as if they had just walked off some sunny Southern California beach. I. watched the two of them as their eyes quickly appraised us. We shook hands all around, and then they pulled a couple of extra chairs over to the table and sat down. We chatted as the waitress returned with our 39 drinks, and took their orders. She returned again, and we toasted each other and took our first tastes. Another five minutes passed with small talk, and then, just as I began to feel the slightly mellowing effects of the alcohol, Ron began explaining about his friends.

"Well, from what you said on the phone, Ben, I take it that both you and Dianna know at least something about us." I nodded.

"The group we belong to-and that's what we call ourselves, by the way, simply 'The Group'-is really nothing more than about fifteen couples who enjoy their pleasures, sex being foremost among them. We first got together about four years ago, originally there were four couples. The Group has parties about once a month. Simply put, the parties are designed to provide an atmosphere enhancing the members' already active interest in sex. The only rules we have are those designed to promote the members' enjoyment. Do you want me to continue?" His eyes flashed from me over to Dianna, and then back to me. "Please do," I answered. "Let me tell you two of the rules. First, to be considered for membership, the couple must be attractive. I think you'll find that every individual you might meet from The Group is going to be quite satisfactory, physically. Second, The Group's activities are designed essentially for those individuals who wish to expand their sexual limits, who want to explore areas beyond their own erotic horizons. For members of The Group, the parties provide an opportunity to enjoy pleasure simply for the sake of pleasure. I should tell you that our male members tend to be voyeurs and their wives, exhibitionists. It has proven to be a convenient and, I might add, a most pleasant combination. The third rule, which is probably the most important, is that of discretion. Since we depend on each other to keep our little secret a secret, the greatest discretion is required. All of our members are quite successful in their outside activities, and few could afford to have their private pleasures made public. Do you understand, so far?"

Again, I nodded my head in the affirmative. Dianna did the same. "One other thing. We accept very few new members. It is necessary that the two of you be approved by all of the members."

I swallowed some of my drink. "And how is that done?"

"Any new applicants are, uh, reviewed, if you will, at the parties. We've developed a sort of ritual over the years. The purpose is to provide the members with an opportunity to meet and decide the, uh, compatibility of the newcomers. If you're still interested, we'd arrange for the two of you to attend the next party."