Conflagration

by Matthew Lee

  We talked about other things for a while with him occasionally thinking of a question and dropping it into the mix. Finally, our evening wrapped up and we paid our bill and left. In the parking lot he gave me a hug and thanked me for trusting him. I took two steps towards my car and stopped. I turned to face him and spoke his name just loud enough for him to hear. He turned to face me.

  “If we go to this party, nothing can happen between you and Tiffany or me and Janet. Nothing. NOTHING.”

  His face looked like that had been his expectation all along.

  “Of course, David. That would be awkward. Let me know about the party.”

  We turned back to our cars. On the drive home I debated how I would tell Tiffany that Ray knew everything.

  When Tiff got home from her manicure appointment I had a glass of Cabernet waiting. She looked thrilled and then her face turned serious.

  “What did you do?” she asked, half joking.

  We kissed as she took the glass.

  “Remember that night of the bachelorette party? Janet and the stripper? Ray?”

  “Yes.”

  “When I met Ray a few days later we talked about it. I picked his brain. I was curious how he could just watch Janet do those things.”

  “You never mentioned you talked to him.”

  “No, before he answered he asked me to keep his responses secret, even from you. I said I would as long as it didn't somehow involve you. He spilled his guts and I kept his secrets.”

  “Hmm, I'm feeling a little lied to but it's forgivable I guess. Ray deserves your trust. I don't like it though. Did the subject come up again other times you met him?”

  “Yes, and here's the tricky part; he also knows about us.”

  “What?”

  “I told him about what we've been doing.”

  “David! Why? Why without telling me you told him? You had no right.”

  “Baby, I needed the voice of experience. I needed a man's perspective, even better, a husband's perspective. You are the one doing all the touching and kissing and dancing and having sex. I've been the one watching. It's harder on me than it is on you. I needed a guy to talk to that knew and understood what I felt. If I'd told you in advance you most likely would not have done all that you did. If you'd known Ray would hear about it, you would have stayed conservative and shy. This way I got to see the real you. I got to see what you really wanted, unedited.”

  She swallowed a mouthful of wine and gave me a hard stare.

  “I'll never be able to face Ray and Janet again,” she murmured.

  “Tiffany, they're freaks. They've done way more than we could ever dream of doing. They do not judge at all. It will be awkward and embarrassing at first, for us both. Remember; my wife fucked another man while I watched. That's a tough one to live down. But I think we could both benefit from a couple in our corner. We took a huge step forward into a dark forest. A couple of trail guides might prove handy.”

  She finished her wine and twirled the empty glass. I'd reached her.

  “So why tell me now?”

  “Because of the party, and because of Chris. The blowjob I could chalk up to crazy fun, but intercourse changed everything. When I told Ray I knew I also had to tell you.”

  “What party?”

  “Janet and Ray invited us to a classy sex party. There will be nudity and sex. That's all I know at this point. I'm sure he'll tell me more if I say we're in.”

  She scoffed but held out her empty glass. I poured her another and it was hefty. She was quiet for a long time and I waited patiently for her to process everything. Finally, she broke the silence.

  “I'm frightened, David.”

  “Why, my Love? I'm by your side. Nobody will hurt you. Ray says they're really polite people; very tolerant and understanding and open-minded.”

  “Not of those people, I'm frightened by how much I like what we're doing. Not that I've ever tried it but this must be better than cocaine. It scares me.”

  I smiled. “Yeah, I like it too. A lot.”

  She sighed. “In some ways I'm glad Janet and Ray know. I hate that you kept it from me but I'm really glad you have Ray to talk to. If the situation were reversed and I watched you with another woman, I'd need a friendly ear. I'd kill you both and go to the electric chair, but I'd want to talk about it first.” She swallowed a mouthful of Cabernet. “I want to go to the party, David. Is that okay with you? I'm nervous but incredibly curious.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I told Ray if we went to the party there can be nothing between you and Ray or me and Janet. I was emphatic.”

  “Good. How'd he take it?”

  “He already assumed it. Did you know all my friends say you're the hottest wife by far?”

  Her mouth opened. “What?”

  “It's true. Ray says they all talk when we're not around and you win by a mile.”

  “What about Karen? What about Janet? What about Rebekah?”

  “You win, you win, you still win.”

  She shook her head in disbelief. “You should have led with that, dumbass. It's hard to believe but I love hearing it. I want to believe it.”

  I will never understand her insecurity.

  That evening I called Ray and gave him the news. He was thrilled. He asked how our talk went and I told him the highlights and he commended me for coming clean with her. I asked him when and where and he told me three weeks but the location was secret. We'd ride with them. I asked about the dress code and he chuckled and said it was up to us but he and Janet would be pretty casual.

  I hung up and told Tiffany what I knew. She liked the mystery but hated not knowing how to dress.

  Three weeks passed quickly. For part of it Tiffany was out of commission with menstrual issues so while we didn't have much sex, we did breathe a huge sigh of relief.

  As the party approached Tiffany grew more aroused. She got her fingernails and toenails done, waxed completely, tanned just a little, and hit the gym like a mad woman. By the night of the party she looked insanely hot. She'd done her make-up a little heavy. We were both pretty nervous.

  “If we hate it we'll call a cab and come home,” I assured her.

  In a throw-back to her conservative days, she ended up wearing a knee-length black dress and pearls and black pumps. I went with the standard jeans and polo and sports coat. It is so easy being a guy.

  I drove us to Janet and Ray's and for about fifteen minutes everything was really awkward. Then Janet opened a bottle of Jim Beam Honey and several shots later everyone settled the fuck down. We laughed and made racy jokes. I was surprised when Janet and Ray dressed very much like Tiffany and me. I was more surprised when a limo pulled up to take us to the party. I shot Ray a questioning glance.

  “I told you the location was secret,” he said.

  The west side of Vegas is wealthy and the farther west you go, the wealthier it gets. We pulled up to the last house at the foot of Mount Wilson.

  This place was huge. We got out and rang the bell and a butler greeted us and accepted our invitation and handed us small black masks for around our eyes. Tiffany giggled gleefully as we all put ours on.

  We followed him down a wide and well-furnished hallway, massive oil paintings lining the walls and thick rugs covering the tile floor. He ushered us into a room with about fifty other guests, the men outnumbering the women two to one. A bar filled one corner and an hors d'oeuvres station filled the other. Steps led down. Faint Classical music filled the air. Every guest wore a mask like ours. Double doors blocked the hallway out of this room on the far side and a small sign hung there. As we all headed for the bar, I read the sign; “Beyond this point, nudity required.”

  I showed Tiffany and she murmured, “Chicka bow chicka bow wow.”

  We all ordered stiff drinks and the bartender was not stingy. I had a buzz in minutes so I knew Tiffany was certainly feeling hers too. Tiffany asked Ray and Janet about their lifestyle and they were forthright. Their honest revelations helped put Tiff at ease
.

  Everyone present seemed well educated and fairly fit and able to hold a decent conversation regardless of their personal opinions. Tiff and I separated from Ray and Janet to circle the room and talk to others, meeting up with them over an hour later back at the bar. We spoke for a few minutes before a gong sounded and the double doors opened. Beyond was a hallway lined with lockers and four nude muscular attendants. At the far end of the hallway was another set of double doors with another nudity sign on it.

  “If you wish to continue through those doors,” the butler said, pointing at the closed doors at the end of this new hallway, “You may disrobe here and store your clothing in these lockers. I assure you your belongings will be undisturbed.”

  Some present began undressing immediately, most hesitated. Ray and Janet looked at us and then Tiffany shrugged.

  “We've come this far,” my wife said.

  Janet unzipped her dress. As Ray's pants came down I noticed his fairly small penis was locked inside a form-fitting metal cage. Under her dress Janet had a key on a chain around her waist.

  I joined Tiff in undressing and soon all four of us were nude. Janet looked sexy but Tiffany looked stunning. Her pussy was completely bald and smooth. Janet and Ray each had little patches of hair above their genitalia. The situation had me slightly aroused and my penis hung a little plump and with all these people around I was happy for that.

  Tiff and I fidgeted a little but Ray and Janet were completely comfortable being totally nude in front of fifty strangers. Ray gawked at Tiffany but so did Janet.

  I noted Janet had a great body, as did many other women, but Tiffany's body was nearly flawless. A lot of people noticed, but most of the attention came from Janet. In spite of all the time we'd spent with them over the years I realized these girls had never seen each other naked. Janet hadn't even seen Tiffany in a bikini. Now here was my gorgeous wife completely naked and Janet ran her hungry eyes over every curve.

  “You make me wish I had a penis,” Janet said.

  Tiff blushed. “Oh my God, thank you.”

  I was bigger than most of the men around but a few had me beat including three that had me beat by a lot. They were flaccid so it was impossible to know for sure but these boys were big-league hitters. About half a dozen men sported the same kind of cage as Ray and I assumed this was most likely some sub-culture thing I knew nothing about.

  Tiffany came to my side and under my arm. She was nervous and I gave her a sip of my whiskey. We folded our clothing and tucked everything into a locker together. Along with the rest of the crowd, we moved towards the double doors at the end of this hall. Only two people kept their clothing on and returned to the other room. Those doors closed and then these doors opened.

  It was a single room and it was vast. The vaulted ceiling was lost in darkness; the walls were roughhewn granite as were the randomly spaced columns. The floors were a greenish marble. Large heavy leather and walnut furniture crowded the floor, including high-backed chairs, sofas, and love-seats. Candles burned all around and the room was filled with a warm orange glow. A massive fireplace big enough for five men standing roared on the far side with an equally massive candle chandelier above it.

  As each person entered the room they veered off in twos and threes, seeking a comfortable spot to take it all in. I was surprised when Tiff took charge and pulled all four of us to a group of large chairs facing each other. In the center was a small portable bar. Ray got to work making fresh drinks for us all. I turned to Janet.

  “So what happens now?” I asked.

  “I don't know. We've never come to this place. Usually we hit a swinger's club downtown. We've been wanting to come here forever and figured coming with you guys would make it more interesting.”

  Ray handed her a drink and she thanked him and while her attention was elsewhere I ran my eyes over her hot little body. I glanced at Tiff to see if I'd gotten caught but she watched a tall black guy walk by. Actually, her attention was on his long bouncing cock hanging down. He saw her and gave a big smile as he passed. I stole another long look at Janet and filed the image away for later.

  I suspected things would get rolling pretty fast and they did. We all heard a moan from nearby and turned to see a young Asian girl bent over a chair getting fucked from behind. The man fucking her looked older. Seated in the chair was the young Asian guy she'd arrived with. Her face was against his shoulder and her hands on his legs. He looked utterly stunned to have his girl getting fucked right on top of him. The man behind held her little ass in his big hands and worked his cock in and out of her pussy.

  “That's hot,” Tiffany breathed.

  “Her man looks shocked,” Janet offered. “That's a hell of a miss-communication.”

  Ray chuckled.

  “So what do we do?” Tiffany asked. “Just walk around and sight see? Approach whomever catches our eye? Try to make new friends?”

  “Who do you want, Tiffany?” Janet asked. “You checked out that tall black guy earlier. You want me to take you to him?”

  “No, I'd be too frightened. I've never touched a black man. They're intriguing but scary.”

  I'd only been listening with one ear while I watched that cute Asian girl get railed on her husband's lap. She was hot but I loved more what the husband experienced. It appeared to me they had done nothing like this before and this was his initiation. I also got the impression all this was her idea. He was torn between anguish, dismay, and naked lust at watching his woman getting fucked. Janet's offer to Tiff brought me back.

  Tiffany looked at me, a strange and mischievous look in her eyes.

  “I don't know about the black guy but it would be fun to walk around naked with you. David, sit tight please, we'll be back.”

  I nodded once.

  The two women wandered off. I was suddenly anxious. To cover it I turned my attention to Ray. He watched the same Asian girl.

  “What's the caged penis all about, Ray?”

  He looked down at his lap and then up to me.

  “When we have our Hot Wife nights, Janet is in charge. I wear this to avoid other women. Janet gets to play but I don't. Are you allowed to fuck other women?”

  I shook my head. “We haven't talked about it but I'm going to guess no. I'm not really looking for that anyway. I love watching Tiffany. I love fucking Tiffany.”

  “Maybe you should think about a cage too.”

  My mind rebelled at the thought. No way was I going to wear one of those in front of everybody. It would be humiliating. I changed subjects.

  “What do you think our girls are doing right now?”

  “Well, usually Janet likes to make a sweep of the room to see what her options are. I'm sure with Tiffany she'll want to show off a little. Does Tiffany like women? Janet wants her.”

  “Not that I know of.”

  I felt strangely out of step with what happened around me. Ray's cage suggestion disturbed me and I disliked Tiffany exploring without me. I stood up.

  “I'm going to wander too. Will you hold our chairs for us?”

  “Sure.” Ray gave me a slightly amused look before settling back into his plush seat.

  The huge room was dim but I heard sex happening all around me. Feminine voices cried out from all around, deep male voices growled and grunted. I crept slowly about observing couples and threesome and foursomes all engaged in raw animal sex. The women here had no shortage of hard cock.

  After walking a bit, I rounded a column and spotted Tiffany and Janet talking to a group of five men. All the guys were in decent shape and looked fairly young. I moved through the shadows, circling them, noting each of their cocks. These guys had plenty to be proud of and knew it. Every one of them had a calm, confident air about him.

  Janet stepped closer to one man. He brought his hands up to her elbows and they kissed. Another man reached for Tiffany but she backed away. He tried again and she retreated farther, shaking her head. He gave up and turned to Janet.

  All five men closed,
penises rising. Tiffany watched for a moment and then turned to scan the room. I knew she searched for me and my heart leaped. I leaned out enough for her to see me and her face softened. With one backwards glance at Janet, Tiffany walked to my side.

  “This could get ugly,” I whispered, indicating the group with a jerk of my chin.

  Tiff looked back. Janet was now on her knees with two cocks draped over her face and one in her mouth. In her hands were the remaining two.

  “This could get beautiful,” Tiffany corrected me.

  “Oh yeah? Is that something that interests you?”

  We watched for a moment. Man one pulled out of her mouth so man two could push in. Janet worked fast, licking and sucking balls and shafts, trying to please them all.

  “Yes.”

  Her face was pensive, her brow furrowed.

  “Talk to me,” I requested, curious and a little worried.

  “She's servicing them.” Her voice was strained. “Look at her down there. Hot guys crowded around her, wanting her. They are so aggressive. See how they jostle each other for position? She's the prize. She's submissive yet the one in charge. It's hot. I'd love to be in her place but I'm too frightened. I worry what you'd think of me. This is just sex; the men are almost irrelevant. All that matters are their hot bodies and their big cocks.”

  “Because I'll judge you?” I asked.

  Her big eyes were glued to the action.

  “Yes, but I'm also frightened because I know I'd love it.”

  My wife surprised me. I had no idea sex like this appealed to her.

  Janet had all of them erect. Five big hard-ons waved in the air, each glistening with her saliva. The men fought for her attention. A slight smile curled the corners of her lips as she blew them.

  I felt Tiffany tremble. Her green eyes were huge. Heat radiated from her.

  I looked back at Janet. My wife wanted to act like that? I was shocked. I'd only imagined her interested in one man at a time. I'd assumed she'd want some connection, some kind of emotional entanglement. What Janet now did was base animal behavior; sex for the sake of sex. Before this moment I was sure Tiffany would feel disrespected if I'd even suggested she might like such a thing.