In the mountains of North Georgia, we stepped out of the limo and walked toward a log cabin the size of playboy mansion. Several cars were in the long driveway and on the grass. Shayaa led us into the house without knocking.
Most of the women inside were either topless or completely naked. The men were naked too. Dicks just hanging out. Several couples just kissed and grinded on each other in full view while others fucked liked pornstars.
Shayaa led us into the kitchen and greeted the host, who didn't have on a shirt with black Nike sweatpants.
“Zaheer, you know my wife, Luna, and our girlfriend, Sarai.”
“I know you?” I asked the tall, muscular man. He untied the drawstring on his cotton shorts and pulled out the longest, thickest dick I saw. He gripped it tightly then said, “You could never forget this.”
Maybe I was a freak, because I wanted ride his dick into the sunset. Zaheer invited us to drink from the punch bowl on the counter, which Sarai and I did. We finished our drinks with quickness, standing around in front of the bowl, while Zaheer and Shayaa continued talking. I went to listen their what they had going on, but Sarai pulled me back. “You really don’t remember, do you? We have to join the women’s circle before we can be with the men.”
“What is the women's circle?”
“It’s to warm us up.”
“I’m already warm. As a matter of fact I'm hot and ready!”
Leaving the men in the kitchen, Sarai lead me down a long hallway. We stopped outside the last room. Sounds of sex came from inside.
“So we came here before?” I asked.
Sarai’s hand was on the knob but she didn’t turn it. She sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Do what?”
“Keep up with this lie I'm telling you.”
She put her hand on her forehead and stepped back. It was weird but she was so fine and I felt blessed to have her as a girlfriend. She had come back from her trip and helped me remember my sexuality I had lost as a result of my fall. There was no way I could make that up to her.
I leaned in to kiss her but she pulled back.
"How are you lieing to me?” I asked, kissing her hand.
Sarai exhaled, then looked around to make sure we were alone. “All of this is a setup.”
“What you mean?”
She paused and sighed again. “Me and Shayaa have been seeing each other.” She looked around again.
“I’ve been seeing him behind your back for three years. This place is where swingers go to have sex . We come every couple of months. I’m the one who’s bisexual, but he wanted you to be too, so your amnesia was the perfect way to turn you into a bisexual swinger.”
I knew I was supposed to start crying, but I couldn’t. I don’t know why. This nigga got me out here looking like a whole fool. You might as well call me boo boo the fool.
I felt betrayed, but I didn't really feel anything. I guess it was because I just had sex with both of them and it was good. Or it was because I didn’t remember loving Shayaa as much as I should have.
“What do you what to do now?” Sarai asked.
“What do you think?” I french kissed her. “I wanna get some pussy.”
I opened the door to the big ass room. Everything was wooden except for the wide window and colorful mink rugs. When we walked in, two women were finger-fucking each other then started sixty-nine-ing. Another couple stopped what they were doing and smiled. Then, about twelve women formed a circle around us. Sarai put me in the middle, and said, “First-timers are treated special.”
A curvy white woman shook my hand and said her name was Orah, the hostess. She was also Zaheer’s wife. She laid down on her back while the other women took my clothes off.
Once they were off, hands grabbed my arms, legs, and thighs; squeezed my tits and rubbed my nipples. There was a finger in my pussy. A thumb on my clit. Nipples on my back. Fingers touched my neck. Hands squeezed my ass. Just as my knees began to get weak, Sarai said, “Lay her down.”
