Beth has some questions....

{if Formation = 1
}Beth knew that this was way outside the bounds of professional, but her sheltered and vanilla sex life had filled her with so many questions {if Upbringing = 3
} that she would never dare ask her parents.{else
}.{endif
}{elseif Formation = 5
}Beth found herself hungry to know more. It stoked the fires of her inner desire to slut it up again. {if Upbringing = 3
} It wasn't as if she was going to ask her mom what swinging was like. {endif
}{else
}Beth was intrigued, and something in her drove her to want to know more...to ask some questions, despite how unprofessional it was. {if Upbringing= 3} Just because she had found out about her parents lifestyle, that didn't mean she had been comfortable asking her mom about what it was like. {endif
}{endif
}"So do you guys....like have...orgies..." she could feel her face getting red. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't ask..."
"Beth, we've knwn each other for a while now. You know I'm not shy." Jenny sat on the couch, and motioned for her to sit in the chair opposite. The massage, what remained of it, was completely gone from each woman's mind. "So to answer your question: yes. We've attended a few "orgies," though I promise you, they aren't as glamorous as you might think. Fun, yes. Incredible fun. But a lot more normal than you might expect. We don't really live for those parties, even the key parties are just about the thrill of not knowing who you're going home with. Most key parties, there's no sex at the party itself, at least, not for most people."
"Do you always... um.."
"We say 'play'." Jenny was smiling encouragingly.
"Do you always 'play', with the same group of people?"
"For the most part, though sometimes, we'll just go out and see if we can hook up with a couple in the wild. It's succeeded once or twice, and we even got a couple into the bigger group that way. There are also communities online where you can find like-minded individuals."
"You guys don't get jealous?"
Jenny shook her head. "At first, I was worried that was going to be a problem. But the more we pursued the lifestyle, the more we both realized that we love each other, trust each other and want each other to be as happy as possible. At the end of the day, Peter is mine, and I'm his. Even if we spend the night with someone else... Peter is my home. And I'm his."
Beth just had to shake her head in wonder. {if Upbringing = 3
}"My parents... they 'play,' too. They have since I was a teenager. Probably before that too. I found out by accident when I was a kid."
Jenny blinked in surprise. "Wow. That must have been a roller coaster ride of emotions for you."
"Yeah. I guess to this day I've never really wrapped my head around it. I've more or less just accepted that they do what they want and I don't really think about it."
"I don't blame you. Who wants to think about what their parents get up to in the bedroom?" Jenny put on a disgusted face.
{else
}"I guess I just never thought much of the lifestyle. It's something out of a porno, or letters to Penthouse or something."
Jenny giggled. "Yeah, I used to think that too, until we started experimenting with it. Now that we do it, I couldn't imagine our relationship any other way." Jenny paused for a moment. {endif
} "Do you want to hear a story about the last key party we went to?"
They were already way outside the bounds of appropriate, so Beth just nodded eagerly.
"Well, the last party we went to was at Justin and Irene's house. It's not far from here, and it's nice and big. All the ladies of the group were excited because there was a new couple joining: Jackson and Gina. Jackson's a big, buff black guy from San Francisco. Like 6'4", muscles, smooth talking and gorgeous. All the guys in the group are white, this was going to be our first big black cock in the pack."
"I thought that was a myth."
"Well... let's just say, I got lucky and pulled Jackson's key. I think even Peter was a little hesitant to let me walk out of there with Jackson, but then Haley pulled his key, and he was too busy making out with her on the way to his car to worry anymore. She's one of his favorites in the group: she's pulled his key twice."
"So..."
"So, yeah. Jackson. Maybe the big black cock thing is a myth, but Jackson definitely has one. My God, girl. There were times that night that I thought I was going to orgasm to ****!"
"Really? How big?"
Jenny held her hands apart. "He had to be at least 9 inches. And thick. I couldn't get it all the way down my throat, though Lord knows I tried."
Beth blushed at the nonchalance of Jenny's very explicit description.

She could almost picture it.
"I don't think Peter ever made love to me with as much... intention...as he did after that. Maybe he was worried?" Jenny laughed. "He has nothing to worry about though. Jackson is fun, and he does have a big cock, but he's not Peter. No one is."
The sudden intrusion of Beth's calendar alarm broke up the saucy conversation. It was reminding her about her next appointment, coming up soon.