Brenda smiled and nodded, "Right…but, Vi, I want to make sure…" she held on to my shoulders and looked into my eyes, a sternness that probably served her well when she was telling people she had to cross-examine witnesses, "we have a fun time, but it can be intense, and not everybody loves wild group sex as much as they think they will, so if it's ever uncomfortable or not absolutely wonderful, you are not obligated to do anything you don't want to with any of us. OK?"

Her genuine concern touched me, and I smiled back at her. "Yeah…thanks, Brenda…I'll definitely keep it in mind."

She let go of my shoulders and gave me a hug that felt warm, almost protective, before leaning down and giving Yara a quick, light peck on the lips. "I think Vi is going to fit in just fine." A second peck turned into a full-on sloppy kiss as I watched Brenda and Yara enjoy each other.

Seeing Yara and Brenda be this intimate, even though Brenda’s wife was presumably nearby, still seemed foreign and exotic to me. I mean, I was no stranger to polyamory, and I knew it happened, but some deep cultural ghost in my mind was saying that you didn’t just do something like that with someone else’s wife. I shook the feeling, that seed of doubt, because I knew this was merely the beginning.

Brenda pulled back from Yara and turned toward the interior of the house, leaving Yara smiling and her coffee-colored cheeks blushing. "Let's get you two comfortable, you're the first here." She walked us through the foyer, because this was a house big enough to have a foyer, her heels clacking on the terrazzo floor.

The interior was even nicer than the exterior, with a large sitting room leading to a set of double stairs that split halfway up to an enormous glass atrium, light flooding the space, even this late in the day. I felt out of place here. I hadn't grown up with rich friends, and even if I was able to afford an admirable two-bedroom apartment because of my coding job, this was the kind of luxury I had only seen in movies.

"Oh, Yara, Wendy has a new strap-on that she wants you to be the first to use it on her, she won't stop talking about it, she is literally beyond excited to get topped by you again." Brenda said, walking us further into the house. Hearing her speak so casually about sex was a bit of a shock, but a good shock.

"Well, I absolutely love topping Wendy, so that should work out just fine, Bren." Yara reached over and squeezed Brenda's ass playfully, then looked back at me and winked. The heat was already turning up, and I felt my knees weakening.