And what was I supposed to do? I stood there, stark naked and ignored! A mixture of emotions welled through me. My natural inborn inhibitions demanded that I be shocked by this promiscuity. At the same time, a sense of thrill coursed through me. This was surely not Peoria. And however much clashed with the value system I had been taught and lived by up to that time, there was a reason why I was in California. and now was crunch time!

Alicia helped me break my temporary paralysis. She looked up at me, grasping Alex’s stiffening cock in slender fingers and wanking him gently, and said “Well come on then. He’s got plenty for two.”

She went back to fellating him, but when I overcame my inhibitions and stretched out on Alex’s other side she released his cock and proffered it to me. “Nice cock,” she said sliding her fingers up and down its sides. “And all yours.” And so saying she left me to it and slid over to Bob and Mandy and eased her way into that action. I was left literally holding onto this cock, only the second one I had ever touched in my life!

I was not experienced enough to know whether Alicia was right and Alex’s was, in fact, a particularly nice cock. It was, however, nicer than Dean’s. It was thicker for starters and it tapered towards the tip, whereas Dean’s was like a mushroom with a slender stem and a pronounced red, bulbous tip. I had had plenty of experience handling that cock. Dean loved to have his cock fondled and was quite inventive finding a nook or a cranny at school, or making out in the back of his car, or even on the porch of a warm night. We fucked hardly at all in those early days, I thought because of lack of opportunity, but we were rarely together without his cock coming out and me fondling it until it spewed semen all over my hand. It did not take much action for Brad to come, and once he our encounter would be over.

I continued masturbating him throughout our married life and often felt he preferred this to fucking. Occasionally he would finger me, which I really liked, but more often in the early days, and hardly at all after our marriage. When I came later to rationalize it, I had adopted a view of sex whereby the object is to get the man off, as quickly as possible and quite regardless of any requirements, needs or wants I may have. Everything hinged on what I thought Brad wanted. Nothing else played a role at all.

So I began my new life putting into practice what I had learned. I knelt at Alex’s side and stroked and wanked his cock and fondled his balls. Gradually the cock stiffened and grew yet thicker and longer. And it soon became an entirely natural act for me to take the tip between my lips and gradually edge the cock into my mouth.

Although it seemed natural at the time, this was nevertheless for me a departure. Brad has always wanted me to fellate him, but I had always refused, arguing without real reason that I just did not like it. How could you not like something you had never tried? This question was never asked nor answered. It just did not seem appealing to me at all.

How different with Alex. His cock cried out for oral attention, and far from not liking it, I discovered I liked it very much indeed. I liked the way it felt when I ran the tip of my tongue over the meatus at the tip. I liked the feeling of power when I grasped the root of the cock and lowered my mouth over it as far as it could go, then sucked, released, sucked and released until I felt the cock throb with anticipation. I loved running my tongue down the sides and licking the base. And I instinctively knew when to let go, to let the cock rest and turn my attention to Alex’s balls and ballbag.

The very idea of licking or sucking Dean’s balls would have been quite sickening to me, but with Alex it was completely different. Like the base of his cock, his balls were devoid of hair and felt wonderfully silky and smooth --- this was the first time I had realized that there were men who shaved ‘down there’. So I licked and sucked his balls between bouts of cock sucking, each time taking the cock a little deeper into my mouth, each time sucking a little harder.

So absorbed was I in this activity, so relieved perhaps that I had taken the plunge and discovered to my astonishment that I was not only a natural fellatrist, but thoroughly enjoyed the act of fellatio, I was completely oblivious of what the other people in the room were doing. There was me, my hands, my mouth and a very responsive cock! I was in my element.

It took Jane several attempts (so she later said) to get into my field of vision. Following a particularly vigorous bout of sucking which amounted essentially to fucking Alex's cock hard with my mouth, again, again and again, I ran out of steam and, rocking back on my haunches recognized that Jane had taken up position across from me where Alicia had been. “Hey, leave some for the rest of us,” she said, a twinkle in her eye!

And with that I regretfully relinquished my cock to her and let her take over, which she did by first licking around the base of the cock and sucking gently on Alex’s balls. “Let him cool off a bit,” she said to me, with that same twinkle in her eye. And it was only then that I realized how much stimulation Alex’s cock had received, and without the appearance of a single drop of semen. Dean would have blown his load six times! I realized how much I had to learn about sex and in that realization and the knowledge that I was in the right place, I was truly happy. For the first time in my life, I was alive, I was a woman and I was doing what nature had intended for me to do.

A few minutes later I was experiencing yet another new sensation. With Alex and Jane’s encouragement, I straddled his head and lowered myself to allow him to stimulate my vagina, labia and, heaven of all heaven’s, my clitoris, with his tongue and lips. This he did with great gentleness and the sensation coupled with the view of Jane’s head bobbing up and down over Alex’s cock transported me to a new dimension. Jane was obviously an accomplished fellatrix, varying her stimulation in degrees to maximum effect. Occasionally, she would push down on the iron hard cock, pause for breath, then push down further until the entire member was engulfed within her mouth. How she did this I had no idea. Like all Americans, I had heard of “Deep Throat” of course, but I had never connected this with a physical activity, so sheltered had my life been to that point in time. Now I found the sight of Alex’s long juicy cock engulfed in its entirety in Jane’s gullet to be visually extremely erotic. And the eroticism was multiplied by Alex’s reaction. His entire body shuddered and jolted in accompaniment to Jane’s ministrations.