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?