Our 6-Level Orgy: Lady Love?
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Note to Readers: You're reading a recounting of an erotic orgy experience from the perspective of a couple who aren't the hosts, Sally and Jack. This is the third installment in the series. The first was titled "Our 6-Level Orgy: The Newbies," and the second was "Our 6-Level Orgy: Level 4 Heat." (For other stories, please click the 'Stories' link above.) All participants are over 18 years old. The sexual content includes more than just vanilla, so be aware. Enjoy!
If people think of us as 'Bob' and 'Steffi,' that's fine. Let's share this account here. So, are you seeing what I'm typing?
Yes, it's displaying on my device's screen. This feels more like a casual conversation than switching keyboards back and forth.
This method appears to work. We can collaborate on writing by being in separate rooms and typing into the same document.
We've gone past gossip. It's time to be open about this.
(It's easier for you to say that, you're a man.)
Well, I'm guilty of being a man, in that sense.
(I'm the one with a secret to hide!)
If you're still hesitant, we can delete this. Or, you can lead the narrative, just like politicians do.
(Thank you, Bob. The next time we have that kind of fun, I'll call you that, like I've chosen a stranger. I like the thought.)
I've never met anyone named Steffi during our private sexual adventures.
(Perv! Don't interrupt, I'm struggling to write this.)
Let's focus on the hot event that takes place at Jack and Sally's house. It's every month on Saturday. We enjoy breaking free from our daily routines and indulging in activities we can't do in our everyday lives. At first, we mingle, drink, and make out. For me, it's distinguishing myself from other men. For Bob, it's exploring his attraction to other women.
(This doesn't flow as well as your version, it sounds too formal, and less personal.)
Let's temporarily forget about what we did after that. There are six stages in the evening, which unfold over time. People don't dive into passion-filled sex right away when they arrive. Some even leave before it gets sexually intense.
The first phase is discussing adult matters through conversation. The second evolution involves cozying up, all dressed up. The music turns up during Phase Two, allowing us to dance if we'd like. This produces a more arousing atmosphere. Dancing can get quite intimate at times, with people coming close together. I find it exciting.
ZZZZ...
(What the heck?)
Shutting down and neglecting the current topic doesn't make sense. For clarity, let's call this event a swinger party.
(No. Keep the current title.)
Steffi and I had an extensive chat after she finished her writing. I apologized for my interruption, and she forgave me.
I adore my wife. I've never loved anyone as much or cherish her as I do. I'd never want to harm her. But at times, I get a bit restless with her, or make light of things that don't appeal to her. It's offensive and inappropriate when we're out in public. We've never done this type of writing together before, sharing private moments with others. I hadn't considered how my words may come across when spoken aloud to an audience. Steffi's gentle side is one of the things I cherish the most about her. I'll be more mindful of her feelings in the future.
At Level Three, everyone removes their clothes to their underwear or any cover that conceals what shouldn't be exposed in the public eye. The illumination is dim, thus I don't feel self-conscious. I like to choose matching bras and panties that enhance my appearance. As a buxom woman, I appreciate having the men at this gathering focus on my ample chest, the sensation of my deep-scoop bra's cups jiggling due to the excitement, rather than my less desirable areas like my stomach and thighs.
I've given birth to two children and am now over 40, so my body is not that of a fashion model. However, not only do the men approve, but their reactions help me feel attractive.
Today, I'm thinking about these moments and feeling horny. I'll continue to call this activity "sexy-time" as it reminds me of the enjoyment I receive from it.
Remember how Jack described how I licked his stomach area just above his underwear, slightly naughtying him? In Level Four when all participants are naked, Sally wrote about my fondling Bennett's penis between my breasts. He and Lindsay don't remain for sexual activities with the remaining group, but his experience with me was incredibly pleasurable. Lindsay does not feel left out due to the fact that in this scenario, the act is not necessarily considered sex.
In Bennett's opinion, it felt as enjoyable as actual intercourse. This is the beauty of our friendship network, providing various ways to find pleasure while sharing our bodies, even between those who do not engage in every activity together.
Please, write for a while.
I'm feeling a little uneasy, as I'm discussing what transpired in Level Six, an experience that has caused me embarrassment.
Right up to Level Five, most actions take place in the living room. However, Level Six allows for penis-in-vagina sex. While all of us are acquainted and care for one another, there are potential complications. Actual intercourse with someone other than one's spouse can seem like infidelity or cheating, even if the spouse is aware of the circumstances. Some individuals may worry about their performance, such as a man's ability to last long or maintain an erection, and a woman's ability to achieve an orgasm.
Some partners may prefer to not witness the interaction, focusing solely on the idea of the spouse engaging in such an act.
During an orgy, we've mixed with others in the living area. A black couple, Esther and Louie, along with others who are Asian and Hispanic, are participating. This partnership demonstrates an attempt to avoid focusing on race, ultimately a non-issue.
In a guest room with a king-sized bed, space for all four of us to engage in intimate activities, the women and I hooked up with Luther and Dolores for a swap. Their racial differences added a touch of frisson, though we are all indeed true friends.
Despite the dim lights in the living area, we turned on the main illumination for the primary encounter. The bothersome giggles directed at their husbands seemed more playful than malicious; perhaps they were joking about their men's efficiency.
On the verge of orgasm, I heard Luther utter "Damn!". Intrigued, I paid more attention.
I watched as Steffi and Dolores kissed each other in the midst of intercourse. Furthermore, they stimulated each other's breasts.
Around this time, both of the women achieved orgasm.
I reached climax simultaneously with Luther. Our post-climax realizations warranted withdrawing, discarding condoms, and cleaning up. We then rejoined the women on the bed.
In the end, nobody brought up the subject. We embraced and kissed each other for a short duration. Afterward, we wandered back to the living area and mingled with other guests. We dressed, went home, and continued our regular lives without the subject coming up.
I didn't comprehend how it transpired. Dolores and I were lying next to each other, on our backs, touching a bit, as we had to spread our legs for what the men were doing. Our hands were intertwined as well, and we were both staring at each other, along with the men. Her eyes seemed significantly larger, and she was breathing heavily. I was too. Her lips parted. And then we were kissing.
I enjoyed kissing her. And playing with her breasts. Her large ones are similar to mine. Feeling hers, and squeezing them while she did the same to me, felt extremely pleasurable!
While Luther was making love to me at that time, it felt like standard sex, with a man inside me. However, this was particularly delightful. Reaching climax that way.
It was presumably Wednesday when Bob inquired about what happened with me and Dolores.
I replied, "We simply started doing it." I asked if it bothered him. He responded, "No, but do you want to do it again? And experience more with her?" I said I wasn't sure.
We didn't contact Dolores and Luther, and they didn't contact us. We didn't cross paths with them again until the following month when we visited Sally and Jack's.
Upon arrival, we embraced everyone casually. The men hugged the women. Lester and Bob didn't hug, but Dolores and I did. Quite intimately. And we whispered, "Can't wait for Level Six."
Being incredibly excited from that point onwards.
May I share something?
Sure. I think I understand what it is.
Steffi's excitement varied compared to before. Although she thoroughly enjoys pleasing the other men, she had never given a blowjob in Level Five. While she was in the living room, with everyone else present. It's not an issue for anyone. But in Level Six, in the living room, while others are engaging in vaginal intercourse, Steffi is comfortable blowing dicks. However, she didn't enjoy it in the open.
Luther and I perform a spit-roast on her in the bedroom, which Steffi thoroughly enjoys, but I must revisit. One evening following Steffi and Dolores' intimate moment, Steffi performed oral sex on numerous men in Level Five. Some people didn't realize this was a new occurrence, but Jack undoubtedly did. After Steffi blew Hugh, and he coated her breasts with his load, Jack inquired whether he could finish in her mouth, but with a condom.
He stated, "If I'm going to lose you to the guest room, I'd really like to have your special kiss now." So I agreed. We engaged in a sixty-nine. I've never heard Jack be so loud, even when we'd had intercourse, the traditional sexual act. I was thrilled to provide him with such pleasure!
'Special kiss.' Positively, Jack is a master of seduction. He knows how to entice Steffi without turning her off.
Oh no, are you envious?
No, I was merely acknowledging the prowess of a master Casanova. Would you like me to elaborate on how it felt?
Absolutely, if it will prevent you from doing it. Jack was on his back. I knelt over his body. This offered me the chance to caress his testicles as I deep throated him halfway. He licked my clitoris and my labia, oh so beautifully. And of course, he fondled my breasts. It was a pleasure beyond words! I climaxed twice!
When the time came for Level Six, I was still enthusiastic, yet nervous. When the four of us were in the guest room, Bob asked if anyone had anything to say.
I must rewind slightly. We are all healthy individuals; however, we're middle-aged. The men take medications to maintain an erection and recover quickly after ejaculating. I'm confident Luther recovered after I was blown in Level Five. He probably engaged in sexual relations with several others in Level Six, and then had sex with Sally after everyone else had departed. The point is, even though Luther and I were blown in Level Five, we were ready for more.
So, we were all in the guest room, and Dolores stated, "I'm okay with what we did." She then looked at Steffi, who nodded and smiled, but seemed too timid to articulate her thoughts.
Luther then took on a perspective shared by both Luther and myself. He said to the women, "Would you like to start? I could observe, for a while."
I added, "Hell yeah!" Then I retrieved two folding chairs from a wall in the living room and transported them into the guest room.
In the living room, Level Six was already getting into the groove. But I know that Sally saw me.
I moved the chairs next to the bed. As he placed a chair on the opposite side, Luther said, "That's it!" in a quiet voice.
Steffi smiled shyly, and climbed onto the bed. She stretched out her arms to Dolores.
Dolores joined her. Luther and I sat. We stared at our wives, and began masturbating.
I was so excited now! Dolores and I were kneeling, yet standing. I wanted to move around with her, but she said, "First, let's show these guys a good time!"
She didn't say guys, she said assholes!
I didn't like that, but then we hugged and kissed, and fondled our breasts, and kissed them again. I became warm and wet between my legs.
Dolores moved one of her thighs between mine, and started moving it around. She started moaning, and so did I! And so did the men!
The next thing I recall, we were rolling around, rubbing against each other down there. We had our legs interlocked, I guess that's called scissoring. That always feels good when I've done it with a man, but it's never lasted very long because of what's between a man's legs. But this wasn't a problem with Dolores! We could keep going, and we wanted to, and we did! Sometimes our clits rubbed together, and got bigger. We both got extremely wet, and that felt fantastic too! For the first time, I thought that it was so great that ladies could do this together.
And our breasts! I'm large enough to reach mine, and lick and suck them. It feels so good to do that, while I finger myself down there. I can climax this way. It always sends Bob wild when he watches me do this, when we're home alone, and then he has his way with me. Like we're still on our honeymoon!
But kissing Dolores's breasts, and squeezing them, so big and soft, while she did the same to me--that's a feeling I've never experienced before. To be honest, I love having sex with men, with Bob and so many other men in this group, but it really seems like women were made to do this with other women!
You stopped typing. Are you okay?
Yes, I just got very aroused! I needed a sip of water.
Ohhhhkaaaayyy.
Perv! You think 'a sip of water' meant I did something else?
I won't judge, Darling. I could tell you what I'm doing right now, and it's not drinking water.
Please don't! Let me get back to what happened. Anyway, there on the bed, I climaxed, and Dolores said she did too. The men were now with us, and I was even more excited because there were penises now! Big and hard, for us!
It was amusing, we were fucking these men for several minutes without switching partners. I think we just grabbed whichever woman was nearby, regardless of skin color or strangeness. Our laughter likely carried into the living room.
I've been to strip clubs, but I've never watched two women go at it like that. And THESE two women! All that naked beauty, brown skin with pink skin. Right in front of me. And while I was naked, with my dick hard as steel. It was all I could do to thrust without exploding.
Luther was also surprised that he was making love to his own wife, and he said something that could be profound. He wondered if, perhaps, subconsciously, he wanted Dolores at that moment because what she was doing with Steffi made her even more enticing than she typically was to him. Or like, maybe, he had to win her back.
Once we all reached orgasm—and we were extremely loud, our voices and the bedsprings echoing throughout the room—we realized we were too exhausted to continue. It was all so wild, unlike anything we'd ever encountered.
At the very end, back in the living room, dressed and ready to leave, Dolores and I kissed. We were tired and forgot that there were others around! Then we quickly pulled away.
Nobody said anything. If anyone noticed, they probably didn't mind. It was an orgy, right?
The next month, we were still processing this event. We didn't arrange for a swap. We stayed in the living room, and we made love there. The thing is, I don't remember anyone else—neither who I was with nor who Steffi was with. I know I didn't have sex with Dolores, and she didn't ask.
The following month, maybe we were prepared once again. We had even mentioned it in a few telephone chats.
As we were going to the guest room, I got hold of two folding chairs.
Before I could close the door, Sally came in, with a fistful of towels.
"Have a good time," she said, "but remember to cover the chairs. They're plastic, thus it isn't challenging to clean them, though it's simpler just to increase the number of towels to be washed."
Clearly, Sally had no clue what would occur.
I can write again now.
I've observed the erotic movies like this. Where the males sit and watch, as the females engage in sexual acts with one another. Due to the chairs, I could tell that Sally was considering that we were carrying out what was in those films.
I was crushed, realizing that somebody else was aware of what we were doing. What I was doing. Who I was.
I cried. Dolores didn't, but she was upset.
We didn't even have ordinary sex. The ambiance just wasn't right. We all left.
The four of us stayed in the guest room for a while, trying for comfort. Yes, Luther and I possibly still wanted to have sex, but it was more crucial to do and say something to aid our wives to feel better. When we got dressed and left, however, it was before most individuals completed with Level Six. Even while the living room residents were being intimate, they could see that this was bizarre.
Sally realized something was wrong. She and Jack called around, the following several days. Apologizing, hoping we were still friends, irrespective of whether we were going to keep coming to the orgy.
Throughout our marriage, I learned that Steffi may appear shy a lot of the time, but she is in fact strong. She did not merely bear children, but she also raised them with me, to become fantastic adults. She has navigated through challenging times in her life, through her parents' health issues, and annoying workplace settings.
After some perusal, and discussion (with Dolores, and Luther, and me, and Sally, and Jack), Steffi arrived at the decision that she wasn't less of a person since of this revelation about herself. She was more. The only thing I had to do was what I've always done: love and support her.
Would you like to complete this?
Yes. At the very next **SEXY-TIME**, I was thrilled again, because I knew what was about to take place.
When Level Four started, certain couples departed, as usual, and the rest of us took off our underwear, also as routine.
Before there was any movement, though, Sally and Bonnie stepped out to the middle of the living room. They hugged close, and kissed passionately.
I don't think anyone else shifted. Some individuals uttered what sounded like "Ooooohhhh!"
Sally and Bonnie finished the kiss, and looked out at everyone else. Sally said, "Does anyone have a problem with that?"
A few individuals mumbled "No," and others shook their heads.
Dolores and I, having prepared for this, waited for a few seconds, then said, "We certainly don't!"
We strolled up to one another, embraced, and kissed.
Jack initiated a round of applause.
Should there be any stress in the room, it was gone now. Nobody uttered the phrases 'lesbian' or 'bisexual.' Although I'm no longer afraid of those words, it didn't matter. We were all friends before, and that hadn't altered. For the remainder of the evening, there were content smiles and, yes, intimate encounters!
When our foursome went to the guest room—with Bob transporting seats, and Luther transporting additional towels—there was a round of applause.
Dolores and I engaged in intercourse, with abundant ecstasy! Bob and Luther each made love to both of us, expressing the passion we had incited in them, and providing us contentment from the entire extent of their testosterone-powered fantasies.
We were just reaching the limitations of our bodies when there was a knock on the door. We were aware of Jack's voice.
"We're going to bed. Lock up when you depart."
Chuckling, we called it a night.
As I mentioned, we are still the friends we've always been, and if anyone else discovers new things about themselves, buddies will support them. The snarkiest comment, after the embraces of nude girls, was by Bonnie's spouse Dan:
"Yeah, that's fantastic. But I don't want to view two males do that."
Even that didn't dampen anything.
Bob, have you discovered anything, about yourself, that you'd like to share with me?
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