Everyone nude - it was that kind of party. Couples paired off (sometimes threes, sometimes more) and went indoors. A few took to the bushes. Moans of ...leasure rose like dark vines in the moonlight. Sex hung in the air, there for the taking. But we three were joined in a triangle of tension that had been developing nicely since dinner, when we found ourselves sitting together: me, this other man and The Woman. A triangle, one skilfully drawn out and engineered by The Woman - and one relished by. She addressed my friend Gary but looked defiantly into my eyes.“Helen, don’t. Not now. Just cool your jets.” I tried to keep a flat and casual tone but I could tell that desperation tainted my comment.“Just guess Gary. What do you think my husband, your friend wants most of all for Christmas?”Gary looked back and forth from Helen to myself, trying to decipher the tension between us. “I don’t know... A silver BMW... a winning lottery ticket... his two front teeth...really, Helen, no idea.”Still. The only flaw to me as a guy was that Carolyn had made a rather clear promise to her mother not to lose her virginity before college. Her mother had made me reaffirm that promise before allowing us to go on late night dates, so while I did learn how to touch her and to light her fire, there were far too many nights I went home with blue balls." No blowjobs?" Brooke interrupted."Carolyn always complained that it made her gag and refused to give them after she tried rather half-heartedly a couple. You must be ready to sleep over at my house at a moment’s notice. You will call me master at all times. You will respond to the names slut, whore and bitch. Do you understand all these commands?’ Rory nodded, ready to be fucked. ‘All right,’ he continued, ‘then come here and suck my cock.’ Only too happy to comply, she quickly knelt down in front of her new master and began breathing on his cock. It was just as long as Dean’s was and much thicker. Not wanting to look too hasty, she did not.