Unspoken Pleasure

Tim wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow Taylor got word to Courtney or Courtney called up Taylor and now it was agreed that they were all going to meet up and do it all again.

Tim was shocked. Not at all unhappy. But shocked. Maybe this was their thing now. Some couples brunched or went on vacation together. Maybe they were the couples who played video games and jerked off together. That wasn't so strange was it?

OK, it was bizarre. But it was happening and Tim wasn't complaining about it.

After that night, he and Taylor had run around the apartment fucking like animals for hours. Any piece of furniture that hadn't been touched by their group adventure was now soiled forever by their rampant rutting.

Taylor hadn't just gotten lascivious either - she'd become strangely possessive. "My cock. My balls. My cum. Mine." She'd say it over and over. Bite his ears, his nipples. Make him say it back to her. "Taylor's cock. Taylor's cum. Taylor's only." It was fucking hot and he loved what it did to her when he said it.

He tried tit fucking her one time but there wasn't really anything there. It felt like he was pressing his dick into Taylor's rib cage, like Courtney grinding herself into the pillow. It wasn't really pleasurable for either of them and they'd moved on. They talked about everything constantly, as well. Like their whole relationship now rotated completely around what had happened.

Courtney told Taylor that she and Colin were doing the same thing. Well, she didn't say if they were having wild animal sex throughout the house (although Tim assumed they were). But according to Taylor, Courtney and Colin were having similar conversations and even role playing different bits to each other.

"Apparently, she's a bit down that she missed the big blowout," Taylor told him.

"What do you mean? She was right there with the rest of us."

"Yeah but her head was down for most of it. I wonder how she ended up working herself that way."

"She told me that was how it 'worked' for her," Tim said.

"Whatever. You're lucky I'm not so fussy. Anyway, she's definitely hoping to get more involved next time."

So yeah. It was definitely going to happen again and they were like two couples planning a golf weekend in Hilton Head. Only not golf. Though maybe some head? Tim wasn't sure.

Courtney wanted to get back together right away but there were complications. For one, Tim and Taylor really did want to get their place cleaned. Also, there were scheduling complications. Nephews' birthdays and work travel. In the end they agreed to wait a month, till the weekend after Thanksgiving, before hosting a repeat.

Which was fine. Tim needed the rest, really.

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Finally, the big day arrived. Tim and Taylor were clearly both feeling the pressure. Taylor wouldn't stop cleaning the apartment and Tim just couldn't sit still.

"This is fine, right?" Taylor asked for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I'm fine, you're fine. It's just a bit of fun with our friends."

"Yes," Tim agreed, "Just getting together to play video games and drink. And if other things happen to happen, well, so be it."

Taylor nodded and gave Tim a kiss. What frightened her, actually, was that she really was fine. She thought she was supposed to feel scared or feel dirty, but instead it was no different than any other dinner party she'd attended and that made her feel scared and a little dirty.

"Zach and Zoe are here," Tim said, looking out the apartment window. They shared another nervous look.

This weekend had been a perfect choice except for one problem - Sydney was away visiting her family. That meant it would have just been Tim and Taylor with Courtney and Colin. Taylor had been fine with that, but Courtney had insisted that having only the two couples wouldn't be any fun. "Why don't we just swap partners at that point?" she'd said. So Taylor had scrambled and come up with Zach and Zoe.

Zach had been the third musketeer in college. He, Tim, and Colin had all met their Freshman year in the dorms. Courtney and then finally Taylor had joined the group afterwards and they had been almost inseparable for four years. While Tim and Taylor had stayed close with Colin and Courtney, they'd all drifted away from Zach. Part of it was, they were coupled and he wasn't. Then he got serious with Zoe, of all people, and that only made things worse. The five friends weren't estranged. They saw each other maybe three times a year. But compared to what they had been, it felt like a loss.

Taylor opened the door and gave Zach a tight hug. He had always been tall, but Taylor didn't remember him towering over her this much. He'd changed in a lot of other ways, actually. Zach had let his beard grow out a bit and he'd switched to contacts. He was wearing khakis and a long sleeve button down, pretty different than the guy who'd tried to wear a t-shirt and jeans to Colin and Courtney's wedding.

But all those positives were wiped out by the tight smile Zach gave Taylor as she said hello. Almost a grimace. Taylor had always known Zach to be warm and jocular. He wasn't a clown - he was just naturally funny. Zach answered the world with a bright smile. Today though, he looked almost morose.

Zoe walked in after him, gave Taylor a limp hug and a cold kiss on the cheek. Zoe was almost as tall as Zach. She had on jeans and a yellow sweater, looking very preppy. She'd grown her black, poker straight hair out long, almost lower than her shoulders. It made Taylor wonder if maybe something more was going on than the two of them were telling. Either getting closer or spinning apart.

She hoped it was the latter. Zoe was fine. She was nice enough. But she just didn't seem to fit with Zach and it made Taylor sad that he couldn't see that. Not for the first time, Taylor wondered if they'd done the right thing in inviting Zach and Zoe to the party.

"Colin just called," Tim whispered in Taylor's ear, "Apparently they're bringing a third." "Who?"

"You don't want to know."