Dinner Party Passion

I recently told a story about how my wife Lucy and I moved out to California and got involved in a pretty crazy scene; this story is from the time before we moved West.
In my previous stories I'd mentioned how, before we moved, Lucy was not the most adventurous sexual being. That was mostly true, but not entirely. There was one time when she really surprised me...
After we both graduated we moved to a Midwestern college town where I studied for my master's and Lucy got a job teaching.
During that time we became friends with another young couple, Arthur and Sophia (Sophie). I met Arthur at a pick-up basketball game at school. He was getting his PhD in Philosophy. Sophie was French, and was a pre-med undergraduate, even though she was older.
Arthur and Sophie were a great couple and the four of us really hit it off. We would have dinner at each other's houses at least once a week. Sophie was a terrific cook.
The only issue I had with Sophie was that she was sometimes wound a little tight -- she was a great conversationalist and a kind and curious friend, but at times her OCD would show through, like how she would insist on washing the dishes immediately after we finished eating. Not the worst thing in the world, but I felt like I was walking on eggshells around her sometimes.
Anyway, one night before Lucy and I were married Arthur and Sophie invited us to their place for a Friday night dinner. It was summertime, the kind of sultry Midwest summer night when the cicadas are buzzing and fireflies glint from between the tall grasses.
We drove to their place near campus and headed up to the front porch, a bottle of wine in hand. Lucy was wearing a linen blouse and a pair of culottes. She looked great.
Arthur met us at the door. He took the wine, gave me a cursory one-armed hug, and immediately reached out for a full hug from Lucy, leaning in for a kiss on the lips. Arthur was a notorious lip kisser -- he kissed every woman he met. It was an ongoing joke among his friends. Even so, I knew that it was probably something more with Lucy. He really connected with her. They had a similar energy: gregarious, funny, and inquisitive.
"Come on in," he said, motioning us through the front hall and into the kitchen. Sophie was preparing a salad. She looked up and smiled when we came in.
"Bonjour, bonjour!" she said. Lucy came to her and they hugged, doing the french kiss on the cheeks thing.
Sophie was our age but her hair had started to go prematurely gray. She often debated dyeing it, but for now she let it stay like that, a dramatic white streak across her straight dark hair.
She was wearing a loose-fitting gray dress. I didn't find Sophie tremendously attractive, to be honest. While she was objectively pretty -- bluish gray eyes, full lips, and fine features -- she just didn't exude much sexuality.
Not that I really cared about that, but it was notable. Occasionally Lucy and I would wonder about the nature of Arthur and Sophie's relationship. Lucy agreed that Sophie didn't seem like a very sexual being.
Arthur opened the wine we brought and grabbed four glasses from the shelf. He poured two, handing one to Lucy and one to Sophie, then two more for me and him.
"To a sweaty summer!" He held up his glass. "Salut!"
We all toasted, and Lucy offered to help Sophie with the meal prep.
"Ah, no, everything is just about ready. The cous-cous, salad, and -- Artie, can you check on the fish?" Artie opened the oven door and the most amazing smell wafted across the room.
"I think it's ready?" he suggested.
Sophie came over to the oven and nudged him aside with her hip. Grabbing a pot holder, she squatted on her haunches and leaned in to lift the lid on the baking dish. As her hips flared, I was surprised by how nice her ass looked.
"To the table!" she said. "Let's eat!"
We sat and ate and chatted, sharing stories and catching up on all the week's news. Arthur and Lucy got into a deep conversation about a new book on ethics that they both had read.
We finished the bottle, and I asked if anyone wanted more. Arthur nodded, but Sophie stood up first.
"I need to start cleaning up," she said. "You all can sit in the living room." Here we go... I thought.
Lucy jumped up. "Nonsense. We'll all help," she offered. "Tom, why don't you start rinsing the dishes, and I'll load them for you?"
I walked over to the sink and began spraying the plates that Lucy and Sophie brought over. Arthur put away the leftovers and soaked the pots in the prep sink.
As I was focused on cleaning I felt a sudden sharp thwack on my ass. Spinning around, I saw Lucy, grinning, a rolled-up dish towel in her hand.
"Gotcha!" she said.
Without thinking, I pointed the spray nozzle at her and pulled the trigger. Lucy yelped as water covered her face and chest, soaking her shirt.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" I said. "I didn't think there would be that much water."
Arthur was cracking up. "You look like a drowned Otele gelen escort cat," he told her, grabbing a dish towel and gently drying her hair and cheeks as Lucy stood forlornly.
I turned to Sophie, worried that she would be annoyed, but she just stood with a bemused expression, watching Arthur attempt to dry Lucy off.
"I think you're going to need a new shirt," she said. "Come upstairs with me. I'll loan you something and we can hang that blouse up to dry."
The two ladies headed upstairs to Sophie's bedroom and Arthur and I finished cleaning, then opened a second bottle of wine and went into the living room to wait for them.
"Shit, sorry about that," I said. "That was pretty immature of me."
"It was hilarious," Arthur said. "Besides, Lucy started it. You didn't see how she and Sophie were planning for her to slap your ass. Sophie was egging her on."
Soon we heard the two of them coming downstairs. Sophie entered the room first, followed by Lucy. Lucy was wearing a white spaghetti-strap shirt. She had removed her bra; I guess my spray had really soaked her through. The tight shirt clinged to her and accentuated her pert breasts.
Sophie sat in the easy chair next to mine, leaving Lucy the free spot on the couch by Arthur. Arthur handed Lucy a glass of wine, trying unsuccessfully to avoid sneaking a peek at her chest.
I leaned over to pour a glass for Sophie. She took it and gave me a wink.
We settled back into a leisurely conversation. Sophie asked Lucy how her teaching had gone.
"It was a great year," Lucy said. "But it feels good to be done. I just finished writing my last recommendation for student summer internships."
"Internships? What kind?" asked Arthur.
"Everything -- scientific research, media opportunities, travel grants, you name it. It's amazing what these kids do."
"Wow," he said. "That's a far cry from the six-week summer canp at the lake that I used to go to every summer from the time I was eight."
"I know, right?" said Lucy, taking a sip of wine. She shivered. "I think this wine's getting me a little tipsy..."
Arthur picked up the bottle and filled her glass to the rim. "Then the only proper response is to get you a LOT tipsy. You're driving, right, Tom?"
I raised my half-finished glass. "Indeed."
Lucy looked over at Sophie. "Sophie, what about you? Were summer camps a thing in France?"
"Yes, they were," Sophie answered. "I went to the same camp near the coast in Bretagne from the time I was a little girl all the way until I went to college. I was a counselor during those final years. They are some of the happiest memories of my life."
"I'll say," Arthur added.
Sophie gave him a sly smile. Lucy caught her expression and held up a hand.
"Woah, wait. What's up? There's a story here," she said.
Arthur took a drink and sat back in the couch smugly. "Oh, there's definitely a story here," he said. "And it's a good one."
I looked at Sophie. "Well?" I asked. "Don't leave us hanging -- unless you don't feel comfortable," I added.
Sophie shook her head. "Oh, I am totally comfortable with the two of you. It's just that this all feels so long ago, like a different world entirely. It's almost like a dream..."
I could see the anticipation on Arthur's face. Lucy leaned forward expectantly.
Sophie put her glass on the table and tucked her legs up under her in the easy chair.
"When I was a counselor at the camp, we stayed for the entire summer, through all sessions. The counselors came from all over -- Paris, Nantes, Renne, small towns, and even internationally. Obviously we formed friendships, and there were many relationships, some serious, but most not. And of course there were a ton of crushes."
"Throw a bunch of horny teens together for a summer..." Arthur murmured.
"I had a few forgettable affairs those first few years," Sophie said. "But during my last summer we all became incredibly close, both the counselors and the support staff, who were a bit older."
"At the end of the final session, when all the young campers went home, we had to stay over the weekend to clean the place up before we shut it down."
"We worked all Saturday afternoon and evening, and most of Sunday. Finally we celebrated with a bonfire and dinner at the beach."
"Some of the cooking staff brought bottles of wine, and we all got pretty drunk. A few of us decided to go skinny-dipping."
She took a sip of wine and paused for dramatic effect.
"And that's when someone suggested that we should end the summer with an orgy."
"What?!" Lucy nearly choked on her wine.
"Told you it was a good story." Arthur winked at me.
Lucy looked at Sophie, her eyes shining. "Wait, you're kidding. Did you? Did it happen?"
"Of course," she said.
I stared at her, my mouth agape. "You've been in an orgy?" I said. "So, how did it work? Did it happen right there on the beach?"
Sophie shook her head. "No," she Rus escort answered.
"Too sandy," Arthur said, and smirked at Lucy.
"We all went back to the main cabin," Sophie said. "The guys grabbed mattresses off the beds and we lay them across the floor. Some of the girls hung electric lanterns and strung lights from the beams. We made it a beautiful setting."
"So how did you feel?" asked Lucy. I could see that her nipples were starting to get hard, poking against the fabric of her borrowed shirt. She held her arms against herself.
"I was nervous, of course," Sophie answered. "I wasn't a virgin, but this was the first time I had ever done anything like this."
Sophie held her hands between her legs and pressed her thighs together.
"Everyone was nervous and excited," she continued.
"And how did it get started?" I asked.
"Slowly," she said. "I can't recall exactly, but I think a few of the couples who were dating already started to kiss, and maybe one of the girls joined them? Eventually we all were part of it."
"Did you have multiple partners?" Lucy asked. Her nipples were fully erect now. Arthur was staring at them lustfully. He took a long sip of wine.
"I did," Sophie said. "There was a cook from Senegal that I had had a crush on all summer. I remember walking over to him and untying his swim trunks so I could get to his cock. It was beautiful."
My own cock was getting hard, and it was impossible to hide it as it created a tent in my pants. But that didn't really matter since Arthur was sporting an obvious erection, too.
Sophie continued. "I started sucking on his ebony cock and while I was doing that, my friend Nanette took off my bikini top and began to caress my breasts. Eventually we positioned ourselves so that she was eating me out while I was on my back, sucking Damion's cock. Damion's friend was fucking Nanette from behind."
Lucy was flushed. "Wow, Sophie. Wow."
"Eventually I had both Damion and his friend together, one at a time. His friend tried to put it into my ass while Damion was inside me but I was too tight there so he simply fingered my ass instead."
I stared at Sophie, imaging two guys fucking her and playing with her ass, her ample tits swaying while her friends all fucked around her.
Lucy was noticeably trembling. "I'm sorry, Sophie, but that story is incredibly hot. Maybe it's the wine, but wow..."
"It's not the wine," Arthur said. "It's an incredibly sexy story. When Sophie first told me about it I think we fucked for over an hour, didn't we?"
Sophie blew him a kiss.
Arthur looked at Lucy. "And I'm sorry, Lucy, and sorry Tom"-- he took a quick glance at me--"but I have to tell you how sexy you look right now."
Lucy turned so she was facing Arthur. She pulled her legs up so she was sitting crosslegged at the far end of the sofa.
"I do?" she asked. "How?"
"Your breasts are perfect," he said. "Absolutely perfect." He stopped himself. "Shit, I'm sorry. That is so inappropriate."
"Not at all," I said. "We're all friends here."
Sophie nodded. "You do look particularly beautiful tonight, Lucy," she said.
Lucy looked over at me. "You are fucking sexy," I told her.
She turned back to Arthur, sitting up straight. "Do you really like my breasts, Artie?"
He nodded. Lucy rubbed her hands slowly down the front of her shirt, pulling it tight so the fabric stretched around each breast, highlighting each firm nipple.
"They're particularly sensitive tonight," she said. "Sophie's story..."
She traced the outline of first one tit, then the other, circling the nipples over the soft fabric. When she pushed out her chest the dark rings of her areolae were immediately visible.
"Oh, fuck, Lucy," Arthur moaned.
"Tom knows how much I love to have my nipples sucked and played with," she whispered. "Do you want to suck on my nipples, Artie?"
Artie started rubbing his erection over his pants. "God, yes," he said.
Lucy looked at Sophie and me. "Is this OK?" she asked.
"Yes," said Sophie. I nodded. Sophie stood up and moved to perch on the ottoman in front of my chair. She leaned back into me and we watched Lucy together.
All three of us were focused on Lucy. Keeping her eyes on Arthur, she pulled the white shirt over her head, letting her naked breasts fall free. Lucy is a perky B-cup (sometimes C), well shaped, with prominent pink nipples. They stood out proudly.
She grabbed both breasts and pushed them together, staring down at them and then back at Arthur.
"You can suck them if you want to," she said. She looked over at me. "This is the first time I've done anything like this," she said.
I put my hands around Sophie's waist. "No French orgies for us," I said.
Arthur pulled off his own shirt and scooted forward to caress the side of Lucy's breast. She let her arms drop and Arthur held her tits in both hands, squeezing them softly, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples, reveling Sincan escort in their firm prominence and the soft smooth roundness of each pert breast.
Lucy reached out to touch Arthur's chest and pull his face closer. "Kiss them," she whispered. "Suck on them."
Arthur started kissing and sucking voraciously, using his lips, his tongue, and his whole mouth to nuzzle, flick, and lightly bite her.
Lucy was loving it. She put her hands to her hair and pullled her curly locks into a pile on top of her head. She closed her eyes and sighed.
Sophie took my hands from her waist and moved them up to the buttons at the top of her dress, manipulating them so I quickly took the hint and began to unbutton each one, until the top of her dress fell open to reveal a large bra and full, rounded breasts.
"It's a front clasp," she whispered. I unhooked it and her breasts fell free, larger and weightier than Lucy's, with dark, bumpy areolae and stiff nipples. I grabbed one and massaged it with confidence. Sophie moaned softly and nestled herself further into me.
Arthur stood up and gestured for Lucy to stand with him. The outline of his cock was jutting straight out from his crotch.
Lucy eyed it. "I know you want me to suck that, but I can't. I'm not ready to go that far," she said.
Arthur nodded. "I understand," he said. "But can I help undress you? I want to see all of you."
Lucy stood and walked slowly over to a side table, where she untied the cord on her culottes and leaned forward. Arthur stood behind her, kissing her back. He reached around to cup her breasts one more time and then reached down to place his hands on either side of Lucy's hips, pulling the culottes down across her plump shapely ass.
Lucy leaned further forward, clad only in a pair of cotton panties. "Will you do the honors?" she asked him.
Arthur knelt down and slowly pulled her panties over the smooth, juicy whiteness of her ass.
He drew in a breath as she spread her legs and pushed her ass out, showing her auburn bush and the warm pink slit of her pussy.
While I was watching this all go down, I was unbuttoning the rest of Sophie's dress. I couldn't reach the final few buttons, so she sat up and did it herself. The dress fell open and she spread her legs on either side of the ottoman, a patch of dampness spreading at her panties.
My hands explored the length of her. She moved the crotch of her panties aside and started to toy with her pussy, stroking it softly.
"Look at your wife," she told me.
Arthur, still in his pants, was leaning over the now naked Lucy, pushing aganst her while she stayed bent over the sideboard and fingered herself. His bare chest pressed against her back.
As Arthur's thrusts became more intense, Lucy stopped him and turned to face him. She gave him a long kiss. "You are turning me on so much," she said. "But we can't go any further than this."
She looked over at Sophie and me, my hands on Sophie's tits and Sophie busy with both hands, playing with her clit and pussy, her left leg lifted in the air.
"I want to see your cock, Artie," said Lucy. "I want to watch you make love with Sophie while Tom and I make love, too."
Sophie sat up straight and turned her head toward me to give me a lingering kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth. "I've often thought about what your cock would feel like inside me," she said.
Then she stood and walked over to Arthur. I stood up, too, walking up to Lucy and enveloping her in a huge hug. Then I kissed her neck, and her cheeks, and her lips.
As if choreographed, Sophie and Lucy crouched down simultaneously in front of their two lovers. They both reached out to unbutton our pants and pulled them down, unsheathing our extremely excited cocks, firm and trembling with anticipation.
Lucy placed a gentle kiss at my tip, then licked her tongue around the head.
Sophie held Arthur's member in both hands, gently squeezing the base so that his shaft stuck straight out. Lucy glanced over at it.
"So beautiful, Artie," she said. He nodded at her.
"I'm sure Artie has dreamed about you, Lucy," Sophie said, as she turned to accept him into her waiting mouth,
Lucy continued to suck me off, taking time to play with my balls, licking me all over.
"I need to fuck you, Lucy," I moaned. I sat down on the carpeted floor and Lucy squatted on top of me, spreading her pussy lips with one hand while she kept her balance with the other. I held her waist and guided myself inside her.
She sighed in rapture and started moving up and down rhythmically.
Sophie stopped her blow job. She and Arthur stood side by side and held hands as they watched Lucy fuck my cock.
"Can you lean forward, Lucy?" Sophie asked. "We want to see your ass and Tom's cock deep in your pussy."
Lucy reached behind herself with both hands to spread her ass cheeks apart, giving the couple a clear view of her pink asshole and her juicy pussy lips stretched around my shaft.
"Oh, yes, like that," groaned Arthur. He turned to Sophie and tore at her dress until it fell to the floor. He nudged her forward and pulled her panties aside, pushing himself roughly into her and thrusting against her, all while keeping his eyes on Lucy.