GENRE: Bisexual / Lesbian Spicy Romance (MMFF)
LENGTH: 5,259 words
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When our neighbors, Matt and Jane, invited us to a Christmas party, I jumped at the chance, but my wife, Sally, went along reluctantly. To our surprise, this party turned out to be something entirely different from what we expected.

Now I'm torn between wondering if I truly know my wife ... and wanting to explore this new avenue in our relationship.

NOTE: Contains scenes depicting menage (FFFM) sex.

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

My neighbors, Matt and Jane, threw a Christmas Party and invited me and my wife, Sally, along. Sally said she didn’t really want to go, but I did. Since we’d been married, it seemed as though Sally had lost all her interest in having a good time. I didn’t know why.

I’d asked her if something was wrong, but she’d insisted it was nothing. We’d fought long and hard to be married. The law in our state had prohibited it for so long. When it finally became legal, I was ecstatic.

Sally said she didn’t like Matt and Jane. Jane was such a horny-looking woman, always dressed in skimpy shorts in the summer and tight, tight jeans in the winter. She showed off her figure any chance she could, and I personally didn’t see anything wrong with her.

Another reason why I really wanted to go was so I wouldn’t have to worry about driving home. Jane was gorgeous, and with any luck, I’d score a Christmas kiss and maybe a bit of a feel-up. I could always blame it on the drink.

I’d always envied them. Their weekends were taken up entertaining. Music and laughter could be heard until the early hours. I had wanted to attend one party at least to see what they got up to, and now we were going to get the chance.

We didn’t arrive until nine because we attended each parent’s house and went through the rituals of Christmas. For some reason, Sally seemed to take forever to get ready, which was odd considering she didn’t really even want to go. By the time we got there, their party was already in full swing. There were many people, most we didn’t know, but I did eye at least one neighbor called Harper.

I noticed some of the guys getting pretty frisky with the girls, and the girls didn’t seem to mind at all. I hoped it wasn’t going to be a swinger’s party. I was sure we were the only gay couple.

I wondered if they were into some sort of kinky shit when I stumbled across a couple in their kitchen. The guy had the girl laid out over the table and was fucking her. Jane was at the sink, washing glasses as though it were an everyday occurrence, totally oblivious. She barely batted an eyelash, and I didn’t know where to look.

I backed out, embarrassed, my face flushed, eager to relay all to Sally. She didn’t believe me. Said I shouldn’t make up stories. I told her to go and look herself, but she wouldn’t. I eyed the crowd. Hands were up skirts, fingers feeling up tits and bums. One couple stood in the corner, and it was pretty obvious what they were up to. I couldn’t see properly and didn’t want to stare, but the woman was on her knees. She could only have been doing one thing: sucking his cock.

“Look around you and open your eyes,” I told Sally as I sidled up to her.

She had been talking to Harper and was desperate to get back to their conversation. “Whatever!” she said flippantly and turned away from me.

What was going on?