Unspoken Pleasure

"Yes, let's get my sister and get out of here," Tara said. She grabbed my hand, a bit too tightly, and walked me down the hall to the next door. I followed, grateful for her suggestion. It was time to head home. I'd already had my fill of this party, and I could only imagine things getting worse as the night went on.

Tara stopped in front of the next door. After the first two reveals, I couldn't imagine what we'd see next. And yet, I was strangely not worried about Kate. After all, this was my chaste wife. If anything, I thought we'd find her in some bedroom by herself, bingeing Gilmore Girls or something like that.

This time, Tara turned the knob. Once again, I was surprised by what I saw. It was a totally clean, completely empty, white-tiled bathroom.

Well, I did have to pee.

Like everything in this house, the bathroom was well appointed with silver taps and fluffy towels. The room was surprisingly deep with double sinks, a bathtub shower, and a large, almost elegant, toilet against the back wall.

I went straight to the commode and unzipped my pants. I glanced over at Tara, but she didn't look away. She leaned against the door frame and stared off, distant. I think she was still thinking about Jesse, wondering what he was up to, despite herself.

As I started to pee, I heard voices coming through the wall. I couldn't parse most of it, but I did catch the word 'orgasm.' There was a door to my left. When we came in, I'd thought it was a closet, but now I realized it must lead to yet another bedroom.

Again, intrigue got the best of me. I felt like a peeping Tom, opening doors and seeing what was happening behind them. But, I rationalized, I was looking for my wife. That made it OK, right? So, after I finished peeing and washed my hands, I inched the door open.

Sure enough, I found myself looking into another bedroom. It was dim in there, but I could make out a large bed, several huge pieces of hardwood furniture, and four people: two men and two women. They were all facing each other in a circle, intent. It was dim enough that I could only catch their shapes at first.

Then one of the women, the one sitting on the bed, turned my way slightly, and I saw it was Vanessa, Brian's wife. The beautiful blonde caught my eye and held finger to her lips. The rest of the room didn't seem to notice me watching. It might seem silly to think that, if one person noticed me, the others couldn't. But they were all angled in the other direction, facing toward the bed. Further, as I said, the bedroom was dark, and we'd never bothered to turn on the light in the bathroom, either. Finally, a towering mahogany dresser was set up by the door, creating the perfect amount of cover. So, I could see everything without anyone else being aware. Well, except for Vanessa. But she seemed more than happy to have me staring in silence.

I glanced back at Tara, and she loped over to look. The cute redhead scooched in next to me, legs pressed against mine, with her hand on my back. She gave me a glance as she saw what was going on, but she stayed quiet. My wife's little sister was quite the voyeur it seemed.

"I'll join in, too, of course" Vanessa said, now clearly speaking to everyone else in the room with her, "But I want to see each of you cum. That way, we can each talk about our own, unique orgasms. It's really interesting -- every person is different."

"All together or one at a time?" One of the guys asked. My eyes were adjusting, and I saw he was blond, with a shock of tight, curly hair.

"It's more fun if we all do it together," Vanessa said.

"That sounds good to me," the other man said. He had a bit of an accent and was caramel-skinned with full, wavy black hair.

"I don't know..." the other woman said.

That voice! I don't know how I'd missed her before. It was Kate. My Kate, in her red and white polka dot dress, sitting on an ottoman on the far side of the room.

Vanessa must have heard me gasp because she quickly looked my way and sharply shook her head like I was a poorly behaved pet. I glanced back at Tara for reinforcement, but she seemed entranced, as well. Her verdant eyes were wide. She appeared even more taken aback than when she'd found Jesse.

Yet neither of us said a word. Vanessa's warning glare held us in place. Logical choices like closing the door or stepping into the room never occurred. We stood there, captivated.

"It's not a big deal," Vanessa said, talking to her three other supplicants, "It's not dirty. Think of it as asocial experiment. We're not even going to touch each other. Just cum real quick so we can compare."

I should have been nervous about this whole situation -- my innocent wife in a bedroom with two strange men and a beautiful woman who clearly loved to instigate -- but I wasn't. I knew my wife. This kind of thing wasn't for Kate. Especially this particular scenario. Kate never masturbated; I knew. I'd tried to get her to do it a couple of times, but she'd said it made her feel icky. There was no way she was going to let loose in front of a room full of strangers.

"I'm not sure I should do this," Kate said, confirming my intuition. I didn't need to see her face to know that she was wearing a nervous look.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Here, why don't I start," Vanessa said. She lifted her little green dress over her butt, exposing a pair of black, thong panties. She quickly slid them down her long legs. Again, she gave me a little wink when she saw me staring her way. I know I shouldn't have been aroused, but after everything I'd seen so far and with Tara wrapped around my back, I was already on edge. Plus, like I said, Vanessa was gorgeous. Getting to see her bottom-less was quite a treat.

The two guys in the room promptly stood, shucked off their pants, and stepped out of their underwear. The blonde, curly-haired guy was pretty well hung; his long, thin dick was already hardening as he stood there. The darker-skinned dude also had nothing to be ashamed of. His thick, brown member pointed straight and proud.

"There you go," Vanessa said. She reached down and casually began to play with her nether lips. To my surprise, she had a thin tuft of blonde hair on her pubis. I thought women like Vanessa came naturally shaved. "Come on Katie, go for it." I knew this was the moment my wife would rebel. Three strangers, bottomless, stroking themselves in front of her, and asking her to do the same? No way. Plus, Vanessa had just called her Katie. This was over.

Instead, to my shock, my demure wife reached under her polka dot dress and pulled off her panties. They were white, cute, and cotton. She dropped them on the floor, then slid her dress back far enough so she could reach her own sex. No one could see anything private, only a bit of tan leg. But for Kate it was scandalous.