Roberta greeted us at the front door of her imposing house.

“Welcome to Happy Valley,” she said, pointing to the engraved plaque on the wall. Roberta was wearing a silk robe with flowers in her hair, looking radiant. Tom was at hand with a big smile, making sure we were all comfortable and once we got seated in the lounge, he made sure everyone had a drink. The girls tittered excitedly to meet Tom, and as Roberta had disappeared, I began to feel superfluous. The feeling got worse as I noticed there was another man sitting in the lounge.

“Oh, let me introduce you to Andrew,” said Roberta. “I took the liberty of inviting him to balance off the numbers. Now, we’re three and three, so no one needs to feel left out! Andrew owns one of the suppliers we use on a regular basis, and is an old friend.”

Andrew stood up to gave Heather and Sharon a polite kiss on the cheek and a light hug. I felt my hackles go up, as Andrew was at least ten years younger than me, and obviously quite fit. He had a light, black stubble, was about six feet tall, and if I had to guess at his ethnicity, I’d have to say Polynesian. Heather gave off “fuck me please” signals almost immediately on meeting him and Sharon looked as if she couldn’t wait to drop her panties for his benefit. Tom seemed delighted with him, almost to where I wondered if Tom was lusting after him also. Andrew shook my hand, and I gave him a weak smile.

We all sat down in the lounge for drinks and appetizers to get acquainted. Roberta explained why they had christened their house “Happy Valley.” She said it was a tribute to the British farmers in Kenya who were notorious for wife-sharing to amuse themselves in that isolated area during the 1930s. I remarked that I thought it had all ended in tears, to which Roberta laughed and called me a silly man. She also held forth about the Mountbattens, British aristocrats who had quite famously had an open marriage while occupying posts of high importance across the empire. Heather and Sharon were drinking in her every word, so I suppose I should have kept my mouth shut, but I had to ask Roberta why she was so focused on the Brits? Didn’t America have anything to offer in this vein. Roberta laughed, slightly annoyed, and said, well, there’s Hollywood, isn’t there? Heather and Sharon laughed, and I began to wonder if I was going to be the only one not to get fucked tonight. Tom and Andrew were busy talking about the World Cup of all things, which meant nothing to me, so I sat, neglected, wondering how long I’d have to wait before Andrew moved in on my wife.

We went into dinner. Roberta had set the seating as boy/girl such that no one sat with their spouse. This meant I was Roberta’s partner, which is what I expected. Sharon sat with Tom and Heather with Andrew. Heather positively sparkled as Andrew kept her amused with stories about his business, and I caught her touching his thigh more than once. I was left alone from time to time as Roberta got dishes in and out of the kitchen, and on a few occasions, Tom helped her, so I was left trying to read Sharon’s eyes as we watched Heather and Andrew carry on. But when Tom came back, Sharon was all over him and I tried to pay attention to Roberta. She was beautiful indeed, dressed revealingly, and did her best to keep me engaged as the food and wine flowed, letting her fingers run over my chest whenever opportunity presented. But I was probably the least cheery of the group at table that night.

After dinner we retired to the “Party Room,” downstairs. It was filled with comfortable couches, soft music, low beds behind gauzy curtains and several large video screens on the walls. Each screen had a porn video running, and it was hard to keep our eyes off the action. There was a bar in the corner and Tom ensured we were all refilled before sitting down. Small bowls with condoms and lube were scattered discretely around the room. Roberta and Tom sat together, I sat with Heather and Sharon and Andrew sat off to one side. Roberta assumed the role of master of ceremonies to catch our attention. Leaning forward, she smiled at everyone and spoke.

“Well, it’s been fabulous so far. Tom and I really enjoyed dinner and getting to know you all. Andrew, thanks for coming over at the last minute. I always find it awkward when the numbers are out of balance, someone ends up by themselves, and that’s never fun, is it?” Roberta looked around the room to see us all nodding our heads in agreement.

“So, now the real partying starts! Tom and I have a bit of a routine that we’ve found works very well, and in a way, it honors those brave souls who settled Happy Valley so long ago.” She held out her cell phone. “I use a random number generator on my phone to pair people up! In Happy Valley, they used to throw a light feather into the air and depending on where it landed, that signified your partner for the fun! Well, we’ve modernized! So, I’ve assigned each of you a random number, and whatever other number ends up closest to you gets to be your partner! One rule, spouses must separate and go with someone else, or it wouldn’t be as much fun, would it!”

I was quite interested to see who would end up with whom, but it turned out we weren’t there yet. Tom had a little warm up game first.

“Alright, ladies,” he said. “We’re all here for a little fun, and we’ll all get to know everyone pretty well before the night is over.” Sharon giggled and Heather snorted at this, but I was more curious as to what he had in mind. “So, we’ll have a little contest to start off with, and there will be prizes! It all kind of hinges on how well you know the gents, and how well we gents know you ladies. Guys, if you will come with me! Ladies, if you’ll follow Roberta to the changing room, you can, er, prepare yourselves!” The girls laughed as they followed Roberta into the nearby changing room/washroom.

Tom led us off to a small room off to one side.  There were hangers on the wall for our clothes, and he led off by stripping down. I couldn’t help but compare cocks. Tom was quite fit, and even flaccid was huge. Andrew had a nice bronze tone to his skin, and seemed to be a bit larger than me, although I’d have to wait for his erection to be sure. I was the pudgy, middle-aged white guy, with the average cock, so wasn’t feeling too confident yet.

Tom drew our attention to an adjacent wall. Glory holes! I had heard about such things, but never seen any. Tom explained that once the ladies arrived on the other side, and we got a hard on, we could stick it through one of the holes and the girls would sample and try to guess whose cock belonged to whom. For our part, we tried to guess which lady was paying attention to us, in which order. The girls would each have about two minutes with each of us, so that worked out to about six minutes of pleasure while we went through this little exercise. The screen in the little room had a rather good amateur video of a woman sucking multiple cocks, so it wasn’t difficult to get into the mood, and hearing the laughter and twittering of the girls as they got into position finished the job. I did think it was going to be easy for the girls to win, because Tom was the biggest, I was the whitest and I soon saw that Andrew wasn’t cut and had a lot to be proud of. It would be more difficult for us to determine which girl was on us in which order, but what the hell, it sounded like fun.

We stripped off our pants and stroked a little to get a hard on. This was the first time I had seen Tom in the flesh, and he was fit for an older guy, and massive both in length and girth. Andrew was more my size, so I wasn’t too worried. We heard the girls outside chatting and giggling, so I stuck my cock through the hole, as did Tom and Andrew. I heard Heather say, “oh my god,” at the sight of our three cocks sticking out and there was more giggling and snorting. Andrew started saying, “oh yah,” and I knew someone was pleasuring his member. I wiggled my cock around to attract someone, and in a moment a soft pair of hands was stroking it lightly. I could feel a tongue flicking the tip and I wondered who it was. I noticed Tom was at his hole also, and I hear Heather ask about how the fuck she was supposed to swallow that! So, I knew I had either Sharon or Roberta playing with me. Whoever it was, she began some serious sucking and I tried to expel a shot of precum into her mouth. A timer rang, and it was shift-change. The next hand and mouth felt familiar, and I heard someone gagging, who sounded like Sharon as she tried to take Tom down her throat. That left probably Heather on me, so Roberta would be next. If she was the next one, she seemed to enjoy it, deep throating me and biting a little bit. Then the timer went, and we all withdrew. Us boys just went back to the main room, our tackle swinging free. The girls were just in their bras and panties, all smiles and giggles, looking fabulous.  Each man handed a chit to Roberta with our guesses as to who had sucked us when, and ditto for the girls.

Roberta looked at the cards and guffawed. As I predicted, the girls all knew who had which cock, but the boys pretty much had no idea who had sucked them, or when. I’m not sure how Roberta figured it out, but Sharon was declared the winner. She whooped and ran over to give Roberta a hug, looking incredibly hot in the lingerie she and Heather had picked out the day before. The prize was a top-of-the-line vibrator, which Sharon said she would try out later.

“Well, I hope everyone had fun,” said Roberta. “Let’s work out the pairings, shall we? This is only a starting point, and no one is obliged to do anything they don’t like, so I hope that’s understood.” Roberta manipulated her phone, and Tom wrote down a set of numbers on slips of papers and handed them out. I was number 13!  Roberta began calling out numbers.

“Five! Who has got five?” Sharon raised her hand. “Eleven, who’s got eleven?” Tom stood up, went over and sat beside Sharon. The poor girl looked somewhat shocked, her eyes as big a saucers. Tom began to kiss her, and everyone clapped to encourage them.

“Seventeen! Who’s seventeen?” Andrew raised his hand. “Twenty-one! Who’s got twenty-one?” Heather screeched and waved her hand, jumping up and down with excitement. Andrew went over to Heather, and she started kissing him aggressively, her hand already down his underwear. Andrew got right into it and began fondling her tits. I felt a sudden charge of emotion to see them at it and wasn’t sure if it was lust or jealousy.

Roberta tapped me on the shoulder. “Well, it’s you and me then, isn’t it lover?” She gave me a quick kiss, then rang the bell again.

“One more task, people, then the fun begins. We’d like to choose a couple to lead off the dance, if you will.” Roberta flicked a switch and a light focused on a bed on the other side of the room behind a rose-colored, sheer, curtain. “I’ve generated a random number on my phone. Will the lady in each couple think of a number between one and ten? Ok, let’s go.”

Roberta pointed at Heather. “Nine,” said Heather. “Six,” said Sharon. “We’re three,” said Roberta. “The number was seven! So, Sharon and Tom, you’re the first! Lead on!”

Everyone clapped and cheered for Sharon and Tom, but poor Sharon covered her face and cried. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I don’t think I can,” she said. “It’s too much for me, oh sorry!”

Heather piped up. “Andrew and I will go first!” she said. “You don’t mind, do you Andrew?” Before Andrew could answer, my exhibitionist wife dragged him out to the spotlit bed. Again, everyone cheered as they began to embrace in front of us, and each couple began to make out as they watched Heather and Andrew pleasuring each other. I embraced Roberta and we kissed and fondled each other, all the while keeping an eye on Heather and Andrew. I had Roberta’s rather fleshy charms to distract me, and her tits were fucking fabulous, to be honest. Big and soft, stiff nipples, white and veiny under the soft light of the party room. I was sucking them while she gripped my cock firmly, and I rubbed her pussy and listened to her moaning in my ear. I think she was really getting off on watching Andrew and Heather going at it. It was my first time watching my wife have sex with another man, and it made me horny as hell.

Andrew dominated Heather, and I wondered if she had told him to go hard on her, as she liked that kind of thing. She had stripped off all her expensive underwear (waste of $$ that was!) and exposed her delicious nakedness to us under the soft red light, on her knees. I could see Andrew’s cock standing proud and engorged as he stood. He grabbed Heather’s head roughly and pulled her down to suck his cock. I could see Heather’s head bobbing up and down as she took his raging penis into her tender mouth. Andrew was extremely fit, with a great body, and I could see why Heather wanted to fuck him. Something was brewing inside me, a feeling I didn’t like, as I watched my beautiful wife sucking the cock of this younger, fitter, man. I think Roberta sensed this and she whispered in my ear.

“Wow, Heather is really inhaling Andrew’s cock,” she said. “Does she ever go wild like that on you, or it just because he’s new meat?” Roberta gripped my cock firmly as she spoke and I hated her in that moment. I think she knew the emotion she was igniting within me and what the response would be. I looked at her, her eyes wide with lust. A sexual rage took hold of me, an urge to fuck Roberta’s ass in front of her husband. But first she must service my cock like a slut, taking her first step on the road to the humiliation I had in mind for her. Grabbing her roughly, I laid her flat and started face fucking her. Not something I would normally do, but Roberta complied happily, gulping and gagging as I stuffed my cock into her mouth. I began to pinch her nipples firmly, which made her squeal, then I grabbed her hair as a support so I could use her mouth like a cunt, thrusting deep. Roberta really gagged at that point, so I pulled out. She rolled on her side, moaning and spitting. I gave her fat ass a slap that rang around the room.

I looked around at what the others were doing. Tom was looking at us, wondering what I was doing to his wife. He was fucking Sharon doggy style, sliding his massive dick into her pussy slowly to let her adjust to his length and girth. Sharon’s head hung down, her hair over her face as she gasped with each thrust of that giant cock into her cunt. Her tits swung back and forth, and I felt an immense attraction for her as I watched him fuck her. Her moans filled my ears, as I slapped my cock on Roberta’s cheek and called her a slut.

Heather was on her back, with Andrew eating her pussy in a sixty-nine position. She bucked her hips and moaned as he pleasured her, and she stroked and sucked him in between moaning and gasping. I looked down at Roberta who grabbed me and pulled me down into a long, steady, tongue deep kiss. I massaged her pussy mound as we tongued each other, and she pushed hard against my hand.

“Eat me out, make me cum and you can do what you want,” she whispered. “Anything!” Roberta was humping my hand and scratching my back. Still, I hesitated. “Or would you rather watch Andrew fuck your wife?” That sealed it for me.

I pushed Roberta away, and she chuckled as I stuffed a pillow under her bum and began to suck on her pussy. She was incredibly aroused, pussy juice streaming, her lips and clit swollen and pink. I looked over at Heather and Andrew, and he was pounding her now, fucking her while she cried out, helpless, completely in his power as she took his cock. I knew from the familiar sounds that Heather was close to orgasm. I tried to focus on bringing Roberta off, but Heather’s moans and cries distracted me. Roberta pushed my face into her pussy, and I thrust my tongue into her, tongue fucking her while rubbing her clit. Her juices flowed down her ass crack, so I started sucking her clit while I pushed my middle finger into her asshole. This put her over the edge, and she started crying out and bearing down with her hips. I reached out and twisted one of her nipples, pinching and pulling while I brought her off, and this produced a series of “oh, fuck!” noises from her slutty lips as she orgasmed two or three times. I pulled away, leaving her squirming and writhing below me to look over at Heather and Andrew. He was nutting as she lay on her back, watching his face as he came, pushing her hips up against his final thrusts. I knew from experience that her pussy muscles would be crushing his dick, drawing out the last drop of cum from his balls. Roberta pointed at them both and laughed.

“Looks like Heather’s really enjoying Andrew,” she said. “Does she have that much fun with you?”

I grabbed Roberta’s hand and pulled her upright. “You’re quite the bitch,” I said. “I know what you want!”

Roberta smiled, pushing her glasses back up her nose. “Oh, and what’s that? You gonna do something nasty to me?” Her massive tits shook as she chuckled, anticipating my next move.

“C’mon then,” I said. “Time to put your slutty ass on display.” I stood, bringing her up with me and we skipped over to the spotlit bed. Heather and Andrew were lying there, kissing and relaxing after fucking each other. I tapped Heather with my foot and motioned for them to clear off. She laughed and took Andrew by the hand, leading him back to the edge of the room. Roberta and I now had the spotlight. I looked over and saw Tom watching us with a grin. Sharon had her head in his lap, trying unsuccessfully to take his cock into her mouth. He grunted and gave me a thumbs up. I felt Roberta pulling me down, and saw she was already on her hands and knees, her bum up in the air, wiggling. It was obvious what she wanted, and I couldn’t wait to give it to her.

My cock was still rock hard as I got in behind her. I grabbed a handful of pussy juice to lube up her asshole and my own cock was streaming copious amounts of pre-cum. I put my tip against the star of her ass, and Roberta positively pushed herself against me so hard that I slid right in. If I had been less erect, I would have bent and slid out of the way, but my cock was like a steel rod that violated her ass without difficulty. Roberta emitted a deep groan and began to pant.

“Fuck my ass,” she said. “Fuck it good!”

I began a slow stroking. The sensation focused mostly where her muscles were gripping me at the entry, and she was quite tight. I looked over and noticed that Tom watching me intently as Sharon sucked him. Heather had moved over to Tom and was rubbing his back as she watched us, while Andrew went off to get a drink. I recalled Roberta’s initial assessment of my cock, her statement that it was perfect for what she had in mind and the pieces came together. Tom was too big to pleasure her in this way, so she needed someone of more normal dimensions to give it to her. She had goaded me with her comments about Heather and Andrew into being rough with her, to dominate her, to treat her like the cum slut she was.

Nothing dominates a woman more than a good fucking in the ass. To allow it she must submit totally, without reservation. She gives up her last prize, her asshole, making herself completely vulnerable to the will of the man. For the man, plowing a woman’s cunt is more pleasurable, if she knows her art, so ass fucking is valued more as a power move than a sexual act.

And here I was, fucking Roberta in the ass while her husband watched me give her something she wouldn’t take from him due to his size. This made me the most dominant male in the room at that moment. True, my wife had given up her pussy to Tom, and many others, but I knew her ass was mine alone. It was a rush to use this woman, whose good opinion was so crucial to Heather, in public, in front of her husband and my wife. I was on top of the world. Focusing on short, fast, strokes, I pulled out and then re-entered quickly so that Roberta would experience the sensation of my cock penetrating her ass repeatedly. For her part, she moaned deeply, groaning like an animal, almost slobbering as she pushed her ass up to meet my thrusts. I was looking forward to nutting, and gave her ass cheeks a healthy slap to urge her on.

Suddenly, Tom was beside us. He reached in between Roberta’s legs to play with her pussy and clit, trying to bring her to another orgasm. I looked over and saw Heather and Sharon pleasuring Andrew, kissing, stroking, and touching each other, waiting for me to finish in Roberta’s ass.

Tom looked up at me as he finger fucked his wife. “Fuck this bitch,” he said, “Fuck her hard! She’s looked forward to this for days!”  Roberta cried out as her husband directed the action, and I began slamming into her ass without restraint. Tom kept busy, encouraging her to cum and Roberta built up to a tremendous orgasm, cumming as I took my final strokes. Her cries and groans filled our ears.

“Good bitch,” said Tom, “Cum while he fucks your ass, you slut!” He pinched her clit and she groaned like a whore.

Roberta squeezed me hard as I unloaded in her ass. It seemed as if not just semen, but all my frustrations shot into her asshole as I came, and I grunted for a good minute until the spasms passed. Then it was over. I pulled out and Roberta and Tom collapsed onto the mattress, kissing and cuddling. I knew I had been used to give her something Tom could not, but at this point I felt so complete that I didn’t give a fuck.

I wandered over to the washroom. Heather and Sharon gave me a little wave and a thumbs up as I walked by. Andrew was back, sucking on one of Sharon’s huge tits, ignoring me, or so I felt. There was a large, walk-in shower in the washroom, so I stepped in and turned on the multiple shower heads and soaped up. After a minute, Sharon wandered in and began stroking my back, pressing her large breasts up against me.

“How was it with Tom?” I asked. Sharon shrugged. “Big cocks are boring. I’d rather have you,” she said, with a coy smile. “Heather seemed quite…satisfied with Andrew, I noticed.” Sharon rubbed her soapy hands over my chest as she dripped poison in my ear. The soapy water streamed over her breasts, giving them an attractive sheen. Her words burned in my brain….Heather…Andrew. I remembered Roberta’s laughter as she goaded me into giving her what she wanted. I felt totally used, totally exploited. Sharon wrapped her arms around my neck, and we kissed, gently, as the water streamed over our heads, like a river of silver. Sharon felt so soft, so loving, in my arms. Her lips were perfect, her touch, exciting. I looked into her eyes.

“Hmm, give me a few minutes,” I said. “Wait for me out there, I’ll come and join you.” Sharon smiled, went and towelled herself off and went back into the party room. I dried myself off. I noticed Tom had a box of Viagra on the counter with a little sign saying, “Help yourself.” I did just that and wandered back out.

I looked around the room to take in the action. Heather was now with Tom, cuddled up together, kissing while she stroked his cock back into action. Roberta and Andrew were lying down on the spotlit mattress, cuddling and kissing, his hands wandering over Roberta’s massive ass, tickling her pussy. Sharon sat where Roberta and I had been originally, her knees to her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs and her eyes peeking out over her knees at me. She gave me a little wave and I went over and joined her.  I started giving her a little back rub, then just hugged her, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. We watched Heather going to work on Tom. She had got him semi-erect and was sucking and slurping on his tip, stretching her lips to the max. Roberta and Andrew were kissing, their hands fondling each other’s secret places. Everyone moved more slowly and deliberately now, given that the first rush of excitement and sexual completion had passed, so building up to a second event was going to be long, slow, and intensely pleasurable.

Sharon and I began kissing, and she offered her breasts to my caresses. I revelled in the taste of her lips, the gentle tweaks of her tongue, the softness of her flesh. I wanted to experience her entire body, to feel every part of her, to know the rough and the smooth, the dry and the wet, the perfume of her skin, the gentle brush of her hair over my face. As we kissed and touched, I heard the pace of her breathing heighten as her excitement built. My own intensity climbed as I explored her, felt the contours of her body, the smoothness of her bum, the soft brush of her breasts against my chest. She touched my cock lightly, her fingers playing on the tip. Then she broke off our kiss, and I watched as she took two fingers, dripping with my pre-cum, and licked them with her naughty tongue.

“Mmm, can I suck you for a bit?” she whispered in my ear. “I want you in my mouth.”

A quick kiss gave my answer, and I leaned back as Sharon went down on me. She was gentle and slow, and I knew she was driven by love not lust. She was touching me as a lover, and as satisfying as that was, I wondered what the harvest would be. For now, I luxuriated in her touch, her desire to please me, her complete surrender to her own need to love someone. Looking around, I saw that Andrew was fucking Roberta noisily in the missionary position, Roberta urging him on whorishly to greater efforts. Tom grinned as Heather sucked and gagged on his cock, his hand between her legs, violating her pussy. Sharon continued to kiss and lick my tip, sucking gently, stroking my shaft and rubbing my balls softly. It was pure heaven, and I closed my eyes.

I let Sharon continue for a few minutes and as I could feel the Viagra taking effect my erection grew stronger. I had such a desire to be inside this woman, this mature beauty whom I had known for years and who was now giving herself to me as a lover. I raised her head and we kissed sweetly as I caressed her breasts. Then I lowered her to the mattress on her back, and parting her legs, entered her in one swift, smooth, stroke. She gasped as she took me in, and then worked her pussy muscles to massage me as I moved in and out of her.  I let her bear my weight, cushioning my chest against her large breasts, kissing her as I moved, absorbing the feel of her hands on my back. The smell of her hair, the sound of her breath, her sudden gasps and little moans as I moved intoxicated me. I become one with her, and it seemed that five, ten, even fifteen minutes passed in a gentle, smooth rhythm of sex between us.  We climbed the hill of pleasure slowly and carefully, guiding each other along the path to satisfaction until I knew we were achieving the summit. The intensity of our lovemaking drew us in, and finally, after an eternity of mutual joy, we came together, moaning, writhing, gasping and hugging.  Our passion thus expended, we lay together in perfect bliss.

My vision cleared and I looked around. Tom, Roberta, Andrew and Heather were in one large ball of arms and legs, breasts, bums, cunts and cocks, sucking and fucking, two on one, then all together, Roberta ate Heather’s pussy as she sucked Andrew and stroked Tom. Then Andrew was fucking Roberta while Heather mouthed Tom’s horse cock. Roberta came and rolled over, while Heather accepted cum loads onto her beautiful tits from Tom and Andrew in succession. I was so tired that I simply lay with Sharon, cuddling, listening to her breathe. She drew me back into a kiss and whispered in my ear.

“I love you, baby.”

Of course, there was no answer I could give except to touch her lips gently with my finger and stroke her hair. I loved my wife, Heather. Was there room in my heart for another?  I heard Heather and the others chatting as they headed off to the shower. Disturbing thoughts raced through my mind, unbidden. Bound by oath and honor to one woman, my life partner, the mother of my children, here I was in the arms of another, a longtime friend, a beautiful soul, someone who needed love and protection. Could I love my wife yet give her what she needed? The question had no answer.

At length Heather came back and snuggled in behind me, so that I was in the warm embrace of both women. We fell asleep together as I wondered whether I was just building castles in the air, or did this arrangement have a future? Drifting off, I could hear the noises of Roberta and Tom coupling noisily on the mattress next to us. It had been an amazing night! What tomorrow might bring, no one could know.

(Stay Tuned for Part 7 - New Frontiers)