Then he turned, descended the steps, and walked to his rent-a-car in the lovely, pre-Solstice, midnight light. I leaned back against the shut door an... closed my eyes. As I slugged down the last of my wine the troubling sotto voce undercurrent from ten years before started in my mind again with 'slut' and 'skank,’ but I was a much older and more worldly woman by then, so it was able to add variations to the theme like 'floosy,’ 'slag,’ 'ho,’ 'trollop'…Shut up! I used that mental boot again to. Did I surprise you?”“You scared me.” She said quietly.“Sarah, I’m not going anywhere, and I want you here too. What I told you earlier about supporting whatever you want to do is the truth. I’m willing to hold on to you as tightly or as loosely as you like, but know that under no circumstances will I be happy with you leaving to be with someone else.”Sarah was sobbing waiting for me to finish.“Do you hate me now?” she asked through the tears.“Absolutely not! I know why you did what you did, I. It's based on the concept that group sex should be adventurous and fun, if you leave a few hang-ups about jealousy at the door. Most of us are in committed relationships, but the understanding is that the club is the one place where the commitment takes a back seat to the sex.Membership in the club has made a huge difference in my lovely Maria's personality. She was no longer the shy, modest teenager who worried about her weight. Now she's a voluptuous rakehell who thinks nothing of being naked. I don't know why it is. There's no masturbation shame in our family. Nothing. Still, telling Michael that I had been strumming my clit with my fingers a few hours ago was enough. That and the current strumming it was getting from his tongue was more than sufficient.I groaned, lifted my ass to get just a little more pressure, and then came. A few short breaths, and as I pressed hard against Michael's face I exploded, happy that the house was empty as I yelled and flexed my hips, my feet again on.