Kelly got up and led Allison over to me. “Honey, I know that you’ll take it in the ass so I promised Allison that she could fuck you. Please don’t let me down,” Kelly said to me. I figured that I could survive the experience, so I went over to a chaise and got on it on my hands and knees.
I felt someone spreading my buttocks. Cool lube was smeared around my asshole. A finger pushed more lube through my asshole into my colon. Then I felt the plastic dickhead against my asshole. It slowly penetrated. Geez the thing was fat! It was a little painful to have the entire dildo in my ass, but, if it made the girls happy . . . .
Allison worked the strap-on in my ass energetically. I got a hard-on, but it was otherwise just something to endure. I didn’t understand the thrill Allison was getting from this until I later saw the strap-on and realized that it had a piece that fit into her cunt so that she was stimulating herself as she buttfucked me.
Allison came and pulled out of me. She was still energized. Unstrapping the dildo, she said to me, “Turnabout is fair.” She got down on all fours and said, “Fuck my ass Harry.”
Kelly had the lube. She put a large amount in and around Allison’s asshole and rubbed some on my dick. I let Kelly hold Allison’s cheeks apart with one hand while her other guided my dick into Allison’s ass. Once I was firmly in, I began pumping. I’d never fucked anyone in the ass before. It wasn’t as nice as fucking a pussy, but it wasn’t bad. To my surprise, Allison seemed to enjoy it too.
It didn’t take a great deal of work for me to come in Allison’s ass. After I pulled out and stood up, Allison stood up. She grabbed a towel and wiped my dick off carefully. Satisfied that I was reasonably sanitary again, Allison gave me a kiss and a tight hug.
Later, at home, Kelly and I had a conversation about the apparent decline in our moral standards. After I raised the point, Kelly asked me, “Well, are you having fun?”
“Yes, I am.”
“So am I,” Kelly said. “And so are Allison, Kurt, Bree, and Peter. We’re all good friends. No one forces anyone to do anything. We know that no one has any diseases. I frankly do not see any problem.” I couldn’t disagree.
Another befit of our play with our neighbors was that it encouraged our own sex life. Before the pool parties went nude, Kelly and I were having sex maybe twice a week. Now, we slept nude and stayed nude most of the time we were home. We frequently began spontaneously fondling each other and then fucking, in any room in the house and, sometimes, the back patio. Twice a week had become, at least every morning and night.
Although a little less outrageous, the pool parties continued until the weather turned too cold. Our substitute then was a Friday night dinner party that rotated among the three houses. The gust would come wearing only coats and shoes. All three couples had large houses, so we each had a designated play room. I have to admit that play morphed, on occasion, into swapping. Over the fall and winter, I had the experience of vaginally fucking Allison, who was great, and fucking Bree, who was surprisingly good. Kelly had herself stretched out with Kurt’s massive schlong and learned that she preferred to blow Peter rather than be fucked by him.