"So, you're not swingers? Couples who hump other couples, or individuals?”

Gina vehemently denied that categorization. “The four of us are in a mutually beneficial relationship. Claire, Scooter, Kyle, and me."

“Polyamorous,” I deduced.

"We were monogamous, until we weren't," Claire explained, leaving her sneakers next to Gina's sandals at the closed front door of my apartment. "When I married Scooter, I didn't imagine that I would meet Gina and grow attracted to her husband."

"And to me," Gina reminded her friend as she plunked the rhubarb pie she brought on the kitchen counter.

"Yes, and to Gina, also," Claire assured, her straight brown hair flopping over her shoulders. "Then when Gina and Scooter revealed that they were crushing on each other as well, we decided not to fight our confusing feelings."

"Initially, the logistics were challenging,” Gina acknowledged, “and Kyle is working on his jealous moments."

"About sharing his wife?" I asked Gina, as I welcomed the duo into the living room and handed out glasses of water.

"About sharing any of us!" Gina giggled in her diaphanous orange romper.

Claire sat on the couch. "Kyle needs a lot of attention, so I hope my husband and your boyfriend Jacob can give it to him. Figuratively."

"Where did they finally decide to go?" Gina set her beverage on one of the coffee table coasters and rested her plump hindquarters near Claire.

"Our three male partners are spending their Saturday afternoon traversing the links, pretending they are good at golf," I replied.

"Which gives Claire and me time to learn more about you, Honey," Gina stated. 

In my yellow striped blouse and denim mini skirt, I wedged my round rump on the cushion between my new pals. "What would you like to know?"

"The other day in the forest, you mentioned that you do masturbation selfie videos," Gina recalled.

"That's what you want to know about?" Claire asked, incredulous.

"Aren't you curious?" Gina inquired, fluffing her own curly black hair.

"Yes," Claire admitted, "but I don't want us to become just sex buddies. Or, more precisely, people who have watched each other have sex, and then that's all we talk about."

"What would you like to talk about, Claire?" I asked.

She thought for a moment. "We shouldn't discuss religion or politics, right?"

"Although both of you do work for the government," I noted.

“And you don’t have children?” Claire continued.

“Not yet. But you both do, correct?”

“Too many,” Gina jested, “all of them visiting their grandparents for the weekend.”

Claire searched for another question. “What’s your favorite food?”

“Scintillating,” Gina snarked.

Claire crossed her arms. "Fine. Gina, what do you want to know about Honey's hush-hush videos?"

"Thank you!" Gina squealed. "So much stuff. First, where can we find them? I've been searching for days."

"Give me your phone." I showed them the first video I did with the help of my friend Barb, then continued onto the one she and I made together in my hotel room while our partners were occupied at a grocers conference. “By the way, my favorite food this week is the fried catfish Jacob brings home from work.”

As she peered at the screen, Claire was speechless. She squirmed when she saw Barb with her brown dildo in her red bush and me with my peach vibrator buzzing my exposed pink clit, our faces hidden off-screen.

Gina raised her eyebrows at the sight of me soaking the hotel sheets. "I've done a similar video," which shocked Claire, "by myself, but I took down my original post. I’m sure copies of the file are out there. It doesn’t contain any identifiable markings, though.”

Astonished that she had no prior knowledge of her friend's clandestine online affairs, Claire asked if Gina had made any more recordings. 

"No, just the one." Then Gina focused on me. "Honey, have you and Barb done any more together?"

"Not in person, since she lives far away. But she and I have had video calls, which often take an erotic turn, and then we post the orgasmic ends of them."

"I want to see more," Gina declared. 

I played the post of our latest video call clip on her phone. “We’ve been experimenting with Halloween masks. The Scream hoods cover our hair and faces well, but they tend to attract creepier fans.”

“When is the next time you two plan to do a crossover?” Gina asked me.

I didn’t know, but I offered to text Barb and find out.

“Can we watch?” Gina requested, to Claire’s chagrin.

“That’s a lot to ask, Gina. We just met Honey.”

“She’s already seen us,” Gina pointed out. 

Claire and Gina continued their debate while they observed my phone typing.

I received a quick response. “Barb finds the situation amusing,” I informed them. “She wants to meet you.”

…

"You two are the exhibitionists Honey caught screwing in the woods?"

A few minutes later, the three of us had moved the party into my bedroom and invited Barb in through my computer.

"There were four of us," Gina corrected Barb through the video chat on the laptop while seated at my desk.

"And we are not routine exhibitionists," Claire added, her palms on the back of the desk chair.

"But we know you are," Gina winked.

I told Barb I had shown them our playlists.

In her room on her high definition burner phone, Barb laughed. She gathered her henna curls into a low bun. "Is that how you three pervs are spending your afternoon?"

"So far, yes," I confirmed.

“Would we be privy to study your process?” Gina asked Barb.

“I'm home alone for the next two hours, so… You three are the only fans I would do this live for,” Barb replied from her side of the screen.

“I’m a fan!” Claire chimed in. “Well, I am now.”

Barb padded through her master suite locking the door, setting up the tripod, and changing into her white tank top, panties, and socks ensemble. “You three should join in.”

Claire was unsure, but Gina disrobed in seconds, tossing her romper, and matching orange panties and bra to the floor. “Where do I sit?”

“Wherever I can see you.” Barb took a prone pose on her stripped bed with her brown dildo.

I suggested Gina stretch out her naked body on my bed. Then I angled the laptop so that her face was obscured on camera.

The two lustful acquaintances engaged in playful conversation, admiring each other's curvy bodies as they caressed their sensitive areas. Their banter eventually evolved into soft groans.

As Barb and Gina played with themselves for the other’s enjoyment, Claire and I took a seat next to the open doorway on the bedroom floor, keeping our conversation to a whisper.

"They are really getting into this." Claire's eyes focused on Gina, who was writhing on my mattress.

"It can intensify rapidly," I stated.

"Were you nervous your first time on camera, Honey?"

I nodded. "But I relaxed when I thought about the viewers who would rub along with me. Actually, I got turned on."

On the screen, Barb had tugged her translucent top up over her tits and fondled her light brown areolas while Gina thumbed her pulsing clit.

"Thinking about your fans gets you aroused?" Claire removed her faded red cropped sweatshirt, but kept on her black tank top and skinny jeans.

"Men pounding their meat for me, women stumbling upon my image and feeling compelled to touch themselves, too? Yeah. Seems like the thought is arousing you as well," I remarked.

"I'm just hot," Claire dismissed. But as she noticed Gina with her thick thighs spread, two fingers lodged in her quim and one diddling her fleshy bum, Claire added, "and bothered."

"You should get comfortable," I encouraged, easing my skirt up my hips so I could sit cross legged, giving anyone who looked a clear view of my humid crotch.

"You don't mind?" Claire held onto her belt buckle. “I don’t want you to think Gina and I came over here planning to start an orgy.”

“What did you plan to start?” I smirked.

Claire folded her hands in her lap. “Truly, a new friendship with a person who doesn’t judge us harshly for our poly arrangement. Those people are hard to find. Honey, what were you anticipating from our visit?”

“I figured it doesn’t hurt to know an official who works at City Hall. Or three.”

“And now I know someone who works in IT,” Claire chortled.

I smiled. “Win-win.”

“Win,” Claire finished.

“This is making me so horny!” Gina gasped.

Claire and I glanced at Gina, who was having little success stifling her cries. “I’m supposed to be quiet on the video, aren’t I?”

“Don’t worry, Gina,” Barb soothed, peeling off her tank top and drenched underwear. “I will edit this later.”

Mollified, Gina returned to massaging her natural brown titties.

“Gosh, their nipples are hard,” Claire voiced about our friends’ mammaries.

“Are yours?” I wondered out loud.

“Probably.” She turned towards me. “Should I check?”

“Maybe I should check mine, too.”

While Barb and Gina heaved in the background, I undid my buttons, and Claire pulled off her shirt. “Bras, too?” she presumed.

“For accuracy.”

Once we removed our ample boulder-holders, I recognized Claire's puffy, brown areolas from her romp in the woods. “Your nipples look hard to me.”

“Yours look soft, though, Honey.”

“Would you like to help me ou--” Before I could finish the invitation, Claire had licked her fingertips and begun softly petting my coffee-colored teats.

“How’s that?” she asked.

My hot button throbbed in my sticky hipster briefs. “So good.”

“Whose are harder?” Claire left one hand on my bare titty and placed one on her, teasing our bosoms at the same time. "I think mine are. Don't you?" She placed my hands on the other breasts so that we were each thumbing each other's nipples as well as our own.

"Look at these two sneaky broads." Gina had adjusted the computer so that Barb could get an eyeful of her topless buddies pawing each other on the floor.

"Honey, you're expanding your boundaries," Barb cheered. "How lesbionic."

"You mean you've never…" Gina intimated, sitting up on the bed.

"Touched another woman like this?" I shook my head.

"Neither had I," Claire echoed, our fingertips glued to our aching nipples, "until Gina."

"And now, apparently there's no stopping her," Gina guffawed.

"Jealous?" Claire smirked.

"More like soaking wet." Gina dug deeper between her legs.

"Ladies," Barb demanded, "I need to see those pussies."

"I second that motion," Gina said.

I unbuttoned my skirt and shucked my panties, while Claire wriggled out of her remaining items. "I propose Gina and Claire show Barb the position they were in at the forest."

Barb clapped. "Yes, show me!"

Now that all four of us had our tits out and pussies bare, Gina lay down on the floor and Claire climbed on top of her, with Claire's crotch positioned over Gina's face. Before I could grab a pillow to place under Gina's head, Claire had already started bucking on Gina's eager tongue. Then I retrieved my Pixie-Bob Prime vibrator from the nightstand, plugged it, sat on the floor with my back to the doorway, and watched the show along with Barb as we worked on steamy slits. 

"I don't know if it's having an audience," Claire croaked, riding her friend's face, "or simply having my puss licked by a skilled woman--"

"Thank you," Gina mumbled while she ground the heel of her palm against her own proud clit.

"But I need to do this more often. All of this." Claire's behind wobbled as she humped.

Our lascivious moans filled the air, drowning out any other outside noises.

"Want to do this again next Saturday?" I asked the group.

"Yes!" Barb cried out, licking the juice off her dildo then reinserting it.

"Oh, yes," Claire sobbed, her boobies bobbling as she bounced.

Gina gave me a thumbs up with her free hand.

I spread my legs wide and turned up the vibe to the next level. My lower lips leaked liquid down my butt crack. "But what would your husbands say?"

Suddenly, Claire blinked her eyes, but didn't she stop grinding. "I don't think they'd mind. It would probably make their dicks hard if they knew we liked playing with each other. Naked."

"Are you sure they’d be okay with this?" I flicked my swollen nipple as I dipped the head of the vibrator inside my crevice. "I wonder what Jacob would say if he caught me like this, masturbating with other women."

Claire panted, "You can turn around and ask them."

To my surprise, Jacob, Scooter, and Kyle were standing in the bedroom doorway, watching our pussy pleasing party, with their pants and boxers around their ankles. 

Those devious voyeurs. 

Scooter was stroking his friends' cocks, while Jacob and Kyle had their fists squeezed around Scooter’s sturdy shaft.

"Scandalous!" Barb yelped.

None of us stopped pleasuring ourselves until all seven of us climaxed in a cacophony of growls and  whimpers, and squirted various viscosities of delicious cum.

Barb, who was luxuriating in her solo afterglow, spied on us from the comfort of her room, where she was wearing only her white socks. "How am I supposed to explain all the extra moans on this video to my fans?" she whined, continuing to tease her creamy cavern with her dark toy.

"Tell them the truth," I offered, as Jacob snuggled next to me on the floor, Scooter placed his face between Gina's thighs, and Claire crawled toward Kyle to suck his restiffening dick. "Your video was so hot,” I chuckled, “it sparked an orgy."

Claire nudged Gina’s discarded orange panties out of the way, swirled her tongue around Kyle’s bulbous cock head, and buried her fingers into her untrimmed mound. "Win-win-win."