Ecstatic Cling

Beth settled onto my lap facing me and did her best to curl up. She wasn’t a small woman like Dawn and she had quite a rack but her nipples were tiny things compared to all three sets I’d been in contact with (well, that I remember, since I didn’t have any memories of my mothers) so it wasn’t too trivial.

I stroked her back with my free hand and scratched along her spine and then shoulders. The noises she was making in my ear were musical.

I paid attention to Helen’s current partner since she was now chained to George. Dawn was with Roy now and Alice got Carrol.

We were soon talking about general things as I kept stroking Beth’s back. Beth’s husband didn’t seem too comfortable given that he was attached to June.

It’s funny but June seemed to have softened a little bit.

The “Cleansing” period finally rolled around, I pulled Beth’s face to me and kissed her before we finally unwound from the chair and headed for the showers.

We got to watch another show and I could tell that none of the men seemed reluctant to go down on his partner finally. While only June and Peggy were still reluctant to reciprocate even I could tell that they were paying more attention to bringing off their current partners.

When our turn came around, well, Beth was even more responsive and encouraging than even Alice had been in guiding my oral explorations, actually talking to me and providing detailed instructions of what she liked. Armed with this new knowledge I brought her off three times on the stool before we traded places.

Up to this moment I’d thought that Alice was wonderful at blow jobs. Dawn had been passable but didn’t put her heart and soul the first time pleasing me orally that Beth did. I was well on my way to enjoying this when she stopped suddenly, shaking me up from a contented state, before straddling me and sinking her very wet muff onto my erection.

And then I felt something I’d felt just that morning with Dawn, the hot flow hitting my pubic hair and running down to the tile floor. Through the spasming of her pussy as she came from this my own dick decided to explode. My own grunts must have been pretty serious.

I spent a lot of time kissing her and thanking her for her attentions as we came down from this, then we showered again to rinse off her urine. She called out “Dawn, you were right! That did feel good!”

Dawn called back, “Jack, pee on her too!”

In front of these people? Well, considering what I’d just done (and had done) with an audience, I tried. It took a lot to relax enough to pee on her crotch, her making sure it hit her vulva and clitoris. Her moaning was pleasant. We had everybody standing around us and the women were busy comparing notes. I really didn’t think I wanted this to be a daily occurrence though.

Helen did lean over so we shared a gentle kiss. I felt warm inside.

I rinsed Beth off again and we soon got to work getting the dining room ready for dinner.

Beth and I fell quickly into a rhythm of work that allowed it to flow quickly, our hands seemingly always in the right place, with very little talking. I realized that I was adapting to her motions as much as she was adapting to mine and we didn’t talk as much but we shared a lot of smiles.

Once all of the tables were set she sat me down, climbed on my lap (but did not impale herself, telling me she wanted me to be ready during dinner) and we spent the remaining time kissing and fondling each other. I even brought her off by hand during this time. We spent most of the time making “mmmmm” noises at each other rather than talking.

We were sitting at our table when everyone else started to filter in and dinner was brought out. Oh my, this was going to complicate things, we had steak, corn on the cob and baked potatoes. The so-far accepted position of sitting on the man’s equipment would not work well at this and we looked in each others eyes before we worked out sitting at the corner of the table.

It took some experimentation but we were soon able to cut up our steaks and work our baked potatoes up the way each of us liked it (she was, like Helen, a “Sour Cream & Chives” person while I preferred just butter- and lots of it) as preparation then we assumed the position, which to me felt good as we worked ourselves together a bit, kissing and touching each other. Her vagina kept clasping me and grabbing my attention away from the food we were feeding each other. For our cobs of corn we shared each, dripping the butter down our fronts and pausing fairly often to kiss.

At times, while she was putting the corn down so we could devour each other, I bent down and cleaned up some of the butter drippings from her generous chest and I’d get some nice moans from her (and some squeezes from her deep inside) to let me know she liked the attention. I spent some time kissing her and licking some of the butter off of her chin. I had enjoyed doing it, mostly from her reactions, and I soon learned why as she did the same with me.

I’d mashed up my baked potato which had cooled enough to be comfortable, so I spilled it on her breasts and went to work cleaning it up with my tongue, which spent some time on her nipples, too. It’s a good thing she was almost as tall as I was so I could reach this portion of my dinner. I knew from her moaning and clenching that she climaxed twice so far during dinner and she came a third time.

As I helped her with her own potato (I really didn’t like sour cream at all) we ground together and her fourth climax during dinner rewarded my own ejaculation as I shook and spasmed under her.

We discussed her many climaxes during dinner and discovered that she’d been able to climax at least once with her husband most of the time, but that since she’d been with me and David had been able to come more often. “It’s like you’re more focused on my pleasure. I like that feeling. You make me feel loved so it’s easy to come like a freight train with you.”

Little did I know this would end up being in the discussion following our work cleaning the dining room.

I swear that Beth felt like a part of me the way we were so in tune with each other. If there was anything to telepathy (which I really didn’t believe in) I was experiencing it here.

We finally filtered in and sat side-by-side for the group discussion this evening. We were tapped third tonight.

“Beth, we noticed that you’re pretty vocal when you orgasm. I counted them. I’m pretty sure you didn’t fake any of it. So, how were you able to come so quickly and often?”

Beth licked her lips before answering. I squeezed her hand and kissed her shoulder before she answered with “Well, it was like Jack here was so focused on how *I* was feeling, I felt so special that, well, I couldn’t help it. It was like I was being worshiped and … I can’t really explain it. Picturing him pumping me full made me cum like a freight train, though, and when he did finally fill me up I couldn’t believe how hard I was cumming.” She squeezed my hand back several times and I kissed her at the end, but she then continued, “And I realized I want him to feel good too. I’m hoping he’s as cuddly in bed as David was.”

“Oh? What about Jeff? Or your husband Claude?”

“I can’t explain it. I didn’t feel like they thought I was anyone special most of the time. Even when I did my best in having sex with them it never felt quite the same.”

“Jack?”

“All I know is that I’m learning an awful lot about women in general and my marriage in particular that I’m worried. For instance, Alice and I seemed to become so close it was like one mind in two bodies. There was distance between me and Dawn at first, but we got close to the state of one-ness I had with Alice. Already I feel closer to Beth than anyone I’ve been with before. If I believed in telepathy I’d swear we were wired together.”

“Jack, I don’t believe in telepathy either, but don’t discount facial expressions and attentiveness to the other’s body. As long as you pay close enough attention to your partner, and they of you, you’ll feel like one. It can be exhausting over the long term, though, without reward.”

I was calm, holding Beth’s hand, loving the feel of it, now and then pulling it up for a kiss.

We ceased to be the focus of the discussion. I could tell Beth was looking forward to showering and climbing into bed to sleep.

Well, I got two out of three right. She wanted to shower and climb into bed but was in no hurry to sleep. Given the cuffs we couldn’t comfortably use the doggy position which she wanted (we tried and stopped given how much the position of her arm disturbed me) so we went at it missionary style with her shouting encouragements at me as she kept cumming on my pistoning member. When I finally came into her she screeched out how wonderful it felt and her spasms worked to drain me completely. If I could have been turned inside-out I would have been.

It was all we could do to get into a comfortable spoon position as we faded into a sated slumber. How was I to know why she seemed extra happy?

I’d been clever the night before and turned down the ring volume on the phone so the wakeup call wasn’t the ultimate jump into hell that it had been in the previous two mornings. Beth was only mildly disturbed as I lifted the handset and dropped it again and then started kissing my way around Beth’s neck and shoulders and finally working down her back to a point below her shoulder blades before working my way back up and worked on her neck and ear some more.

If there was any way to bottle up the sound of a contented woman going “mmmmm” I think that no man would ever need any antidepressant ever again. Her sleepiness just added to how appealing that sound was to me. I woke up suddenly when I heard her tell me, “Oh, Jack, just climb on top of me, I am *sooooo* ready for you…”

She was certainly ready. I kept telling her that I loved her as I stroked into her depths and she soon had her legs wrapped around me. Not only was I chained to her but she didn’t want me to get away. Her encouragements were pretty blatant as she moaned and finally told me to plant a baby in her.

It points out that there was something so primitive in me that I responded to this the way I did. Looking back, it was like I’d turned into a complete animal and went at her with only one thing on my mind: trying to impregnate the woman I was fucking.

I was pretty hard like that, doing my best to bang her mercilessly, but, if someone else hadn’t managed it, I shot a serious load into her own spasming vagina.

Once I got my mind back I apologized for slamming her like that. Her reply that it was “great” to feel my unbridled desire cushioned the shock for me. “And, Jack, I lost my mind too. I was due to ovulate today, you know, so I could be pregnant with your baby today. That got me way too hot.”

I must’ve shown my shock, so she added, “Hey, don’t worry about it. How would you feel if you got me pregnant? Like when is Helen due to ovulate?”

Now I’d been keeping track of her menstrual cycle and had done some basal temperature checks so we could learn when she was most likely to ovulate. I started counting days in my head and stopped… “Oh. She’s likely to ovulate either tomorrow or the day after. So she’ll be carrying someone else’s baby…”

As I sagged with the thought of Helen not having my baby, I felt myself enfolded by Beth who kissed me, reminding me “Well, remember that I could be carrying your baby, OK?”

I felt like a heel, and apologized for not thinking of her.

“No, it’s right that you should still care about your wife. I care about my husband, you know, and want him back. You can bet I’ll do my damndest to keep him with me since any baby I get won’t be his…”

Oh. Could that be part of it? A pregnancy would pull a married couple closer together? But the idea of being cuckolded (or cuckolding someone else) was not comfortable.

Well, I put it off, I’d face it later. Right then we needed to deal with elimination with a side-by-side pee in the shower stall, no games this time. We did watch how the other peed just to get an idea of where everything was.

The exercise routine was getting a little … routine. The weight bench was getting a workout again, as we expected.

Beth had the biggest bust I’d yet faced so our pull-down exercise was more interesting than previously and the noises coming from the weight bench was not what I could refer to as a disincentive. I had quite an erection when it was our turn at the bench and we had a nice noisy time, putting on a show for everyone else (as they’d put on for us).

I did notice that the women were, on the whole, getting much louder. While Beth was setting records in speed to a female orgasm, other women, including Helen, were cumming much faster (and louder) than I would have believed possible before.

Beth’s shaving of my face had to have been the most tender expressions of affection I had ever experienced. She asked me to shave her pubes which I was willing to try, but I did warn her that my beginner’s luck could run out at any moment.

“Jack, I know you would not willingly hurt me. I also know that you’d rather hurt yourself. Please?”

As soon as I calmed down I went to work on her already trimmed bush, just a small tuft of hair on her mons. I did work slowly with the shaving cream and very short strokes and finally removed her tuft before getting rid of the stubble that had re-grown.

During our morning shower I went down on her smoothness and, as I had with others, enjoyed running my tongue all over her mons and labia as well as her clit. She came so nicely on my tongue.

I think I had been spoiled with the taste of Dawn’s pussy juice since nobody else’s (so far) came close. That’s not to say it was awful, she tasted quite good, I’d just been a little bit spoiled. Her vocalizations made up for a lot. I encouraged her not to drain me if she wanted a “seat”. Her smile was warming and made me feel very good.

Breakfast was another chance to face each other and help each other eat. Beth was still cumming more than once on my member but seemed to cum harder when I sprayed into her.

The discussion of the morning was about pregnancy. A TV was rolled in and I saw Dawn cumming hard on my dick, Pam cumming on Mark and even Beth cumming under me from this morning in our guest room. Wow, we were all being taped!

“These are the kinds of orgasms women have when they are on the cusp of ovulation. Watch the spasms right here on Pam’s belly, see, this sudden ripple? It’s not usually visible like this but that was her uterus contracting to pull semen from her vagina. This increases the likelihood of pregnancy so, Pam, how’d it feel?”

Pam’s eyes were almost panicked; Her current partner John was holding her hand and trying to provide emotional comfort while her husband Walter looked less than happy, but he did look at Belle and some of the other women.

Dawn broke the silence, saying “Pam, it was a wonderful feeling when you came like that, right? It’s almost good enough alone to be worth getting pregnant for.” Beth was nodding. I could see both David and Claude frowning. Pam finally nodded in agreement, a shy smile on her face.

But the enormity of the cuckoldry going on was now out in the open, more so than it had been on Saturday afternoon. They were pointing out events that had already happened and already I was getting slightly harder looks from David and Claude. Seeing this, Beth blanched slightly.

Ruth announced, “We’ll be showing these videos every day now as more women detectably ovulate. While there’s no real guarantee that any of these women will have been impregnated by the partners seen here, it’s just more likely. And, lest you forget, neither Mark nor Jack will be getting their own child by their wives the first time around.”

I saw some of the other men smile, an almost predatory look on their faces. Both Carl and Walter had the most feral of grins and even Roy looked around the room at Helen and Alice.

We visited other subjects and even discussed our meal-times with another video of me and Beth having dinner the night before. Seeing myself on tape like this was odd, but I did notice when our faces were zoomed in that we’d been so oblivious.

“As you can see here, even picking up the meat they pre-cut and feeding each other, their eyes don’t leave each other for long. Let me fast forward… see the corn? They were eating the same piece between them, watch their eyes and how often they stop to kiss. Now, Helen, what can you tell me you see here?”

Even though Helen was rubbing her thighs together as she answered, I could tell she was angry. “Something I couldn’t get from my husband, that’s what.”

“And what did you give your husband as an incentive? How much attention did you give him?” Helen blushed. So did I. “Remember, it takes two. Beth is like Jack. Claude, what can you tell me?”

Claude hadn’t looked happy, it was like I could see the jealousy rise to the surface before he spoke. He didn’t sound all that hurt though, “Well, I see my wife putting out for another man the way she wouldn’t put out for me. Does that make her a slut?”

I swear that every woman here, even Ruth, hardened and bristled at that word, meant to hurt the woman currently cuddled up to me. I think Ruth decided to hit him pretty hard, and punched up another tape.

“Well, Claude, I didn’t see you avoiding the opportunity to fuck other men’s wives. What I don’t fully understand is why any of them let you at them more than once a day since you don’t try very hard to love them. Beth likes that Jack and David paid enough attention so she could feel loved, not just fucked. So, what kind of attention do you give the woman you’re with?”

June had been glaring at him and her bruises had only started to fade, but I could see her clenching her fists. Claude didn’t even notice her which struck me as a point of extreme stupidity on his part. The couple nearest them got the message and changed to another couch.

Claude didn’t react at first when he heard the words coming from his left saying: “So… I’m a slut, huh?”

Now Claude is no lightweight, he’s got some muscle, but June probably had more since women don’t usually show muscle. some of her muscle showed so when she stood up she had his left wrist in her hand and she just pulled him to his feet.

I was impressed. It looked like it was effortless for her. And Claude was slow this morning, he was just starting to look anxious.

Ruth yelled out “Stop! June, don’t hit him!”

June’s left hand had been cocked to pound Claude’s face in but hesitated. Given how he’d insulted the woman I was now chained to, I almost wished Ruth had been slower to stop June. Claude was finally starting to reflect fear; how in God’s name could anyone be so slow on the uptake?

I didn’t realize that I’d vocalized my thought. I heard Ruth ask, “Jack, what was that about giving her one shot?”

Oops.

“Uh… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything.”

“Well, it was pretty clear when you said that she should at least get to hit him once. Why is that?”

I think I was starting to sweat and got a funny look from Beth. I’d have to answer. “Uh, well, he hurt Beth’s feelings most directly and he insulted my wife, too, along with all of the other women here in the program. It’s not like we have much choice, is it?”

“Exactly, the program is because you don’t get to choose. Claude seems to forget that.”

Claude called out “But she’s enjoying it!”

“And why is that? Is it because he’s not you, or is it because he treats her with more love and affection than you do? It it because he gives of himself? And you don’t?”

His eyes got real big. It’s funny how June had calmed but she also seemed startled.

“Claude, you’re not used to giving, you’re used to taking. So is June, the woman you’re chained to. Which is why you are both so at odds with each other and won’t give time to each other, like when you were eating last night. Sure, you’ll sit on his lap to get at the food but you’re not enjoying it much, are you June?”

She lowered her eyes, seemingly shamed.

“Think about this over some and talk each other into giving the other the level of attention you want to get.”

With things calmed down I turned to Beth and apologized for thinking her husband should’ve been hit. She shrugged.

I guess she half agreed with me.

We got to work cleaning the guest rooms we were scheduled to work on today and I finally realized why the room assignment kept changing, I finally smelled Helen’s juices on the bed sheets in one room as we changed it. That meant (probably) that Beth’s husband slept in one of the other two rooms. I asked her if she could tell and, despite the semen tracks on the sheets she shook her head. We ended up using the sheets in the last of the rooms we were cleaning to drain each other and, with our recovery time before we could go back to cleaning the room, we were the last to arrive for lunch prep.

Lunch was only a slight variation of sandwiches and we set up deli platters with rolled up meats, cheeses and vegetables, there’d be no working over a gas grill today for us. We got it done quickly, our hands flying together to put lunch together, before putting the platters in the big fridge and then sneaking out to the beach.

The beach sand was nice, the light bright, our hands clasped together, our hearts entwined.

It was only over lunch that I worried because I hadn’t given a thought to Helen during the walk on the beach. I was so worried that my ties to Helen were critically weak.

Well lunchtime activities didn’t vary much since the foods made feeding each other easier, but we got to see something completely different: June and Claude carefully trying out their ability to give attention to each other.

Beth’s spasming after I filled her up sure seemed to confirm the idea that she could be ovulating. She whispered in my ear that she hoped the baby was mine.

The psych session after lunch seemed to vanish and I asked, on the way out, if it was really necessary to hypnotize us?

“Of course. We get more of the truth that way and know more of how you both think. We also learn a lot about what kinds of things we need to deal with in the future.”

Cleaning the lobby wasn’t much different than expected and Beth decided to put on a show but had me on top of her on the nice carpeted (and we discovered it was well padded, too) floor.

My heart was saddened as we came down from our high. I was struck by the realization that I’d been spoiled in some ways by her and my expectations would be all out of proportion with reality.

Beth realized that I was sad and, without thinking of our audience asked me why?

“I’m losing you in a few minutes. That saddens me.”

She kissed me before answering “Me too, but… It won’t be all that bad.”

To which Ruth added, snapping us out of our “private” little world, “And that’s why there’s a daily rotation. If you two had spent another twelve hours together you’d bond so much more closely and we’d never put your marriages back together. C’mon, get up, get seated.”

We were blushing as we got up.

“Folks, ” Ruth announced, “What Jack and Beth just went through expressing explains why we rotate partners in this way. They came very close to dumping their existing spouses and marrying each other on leaving here. Who else had felt the pain of separating with a partner?”

Four other hands went up, two couples.

“Good. We’ll know we’ve made progress when all of you can raise your hands to this question. All right, time to rotate partners!”

I found myself chained to John’s wife Evelyn, a pretty enough woman with short hair. Actually, I kinda liked the “crew-cut” of her blond hair.

So far I’d felt like I’d made the jump from frog to prince for Alice and Beth and that I’d watched Dawn jump from being a frog to a princess. Who was what this time?