The cool air washed over my body as I stepped out of the shower When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I noticed that the cooler air had
caused my nipples to harden. I ran my fingers over my nipples and felt a quick jolt of pleasure flow through my body. Was it the cool air, or the excitement
I had felt all day, or for that matter all week! Tonight was to my husband
Bill’s and my first visit to a an off-premise swing club located in a city
close to where we lived.
Bill and I had been talking about investigating the swinging
lifestyle for months. We had picked up several swinging contact
magazines and read what little information other magazines had printed
on the lifestyle and had finally decided to take the leap and find out what
it was all about.
As I stood looking at my body in the mirror, I recalled the one
single event that had finally motivated us to go further than just talking
about it. It came when a couple we had been friends with for years, Tom
and Nancy, admitted over drinks one evening two weeks ago that they had
been in the lifestyle for several years. They went on to say that they did
not discuss it openly with many of their non-swinging friends because few
were open-minded enough to accept such an alternative lifestyle. Bill and
I smiled at each other when we heard that remark, remembering the few
times we had discussed such things with close friends and the shocked
looks we had recieved from them as a result.
When I heard that remark, I tried to keep from being surprised by
their admission myself. Tom and Nancy had been good friends but I
would never have thought they were swingers. While both quite
attractive, they did not look anything like what I thought “swingers”
would look like. Their wholesome good looks reminded me more of the
local PTA organizers than a couple involved in this kind of lifestyle.
When I made a remark to them about that, they smiled and said that the
people in swinging were a cross section of society: rich, poor, young, old,
beautiful, not so beautiful, and everything in between.
Tom and Nancy went on to explain that swinging was not right for
most couples. In general, they said, many couples did not have the
communication skills necessary for such a lifestyle. Besides that, most
couples could not handle such things as jealousy and performance anxiety
common in many beginning couples. They went on to say that it takes a
very special couple to handle the unique emotional and relationship
issues of the lifestyle. They explained that many couples try to get started
in the lifestyle for all the wrong reasons. Those couples that were usually
the happiest, and most successful, did not get started in swinging to fix
something wrong in their relationship, rather to make it better by adding to
it.
Tom and Nancy further explained the positive effect swinging had
had in their relationship. How they felt closer than they had before, the
increase level of excitement that it brought to their “private”, as they
called it, sex life, and the close friends that it had brought into their lives.
As the evening wore on, they said that it was clear that we had some
interest in swinging and that if, after discussing what we had heard, we
wished to explore it further, to let them know and they would help us meet
some other couples in the lifestyle.
Discuss it we did! It seemed that was all we talked about for the
next week or so. Finally, one night I came out and asked Bill if he wanted
to go ahead and find out more, to take Tom and Nancy up on their offer to
help us. The answer was the an enthusiastic yes, as if there was any
doubt, and I have to admit my level of enthusiasm was at least as great as
his.
A phone call to our mentors, Tom and Nancy, quickly followed, and they suggested we accompany them to an off-premise social club, The
Chariot, that swingers attended on weekends. Nancy explained to me that
it was a low pressure atmosphere that we would enjoy. It would give us
an opportunity to meet some other couples without any pressure to
participate in any way. She assured us that if we decided that the lifestyle
was not right for us that we would have a good time and they would enjoy
our company. We agreed on the following Saturday and made plans to
meet them for dinner before going to the club.
The phone lines burned between our house and Tom and Nancy’s
during the following week. It seemed as if we had a hundred questions to
ask. All of them were answered with the paitence of a couple of old pros
at the swinging game. Nancy explained to me one evening, after I had
apologized for all the questions, that our questions and concerns were
typical, and expected, and that there was no reason to apologize for
anything.
One question in particular had me concerned, as silly as I admit it
was, what to wear? Nancy suggested a shopping trip and we hit the malls.
Her suggestions were quite valuable and I finally began to feel like I was
ready for this expedition into the world of swinging.
Meanwhile the phone lines were not the only thing burning. The
sheets of our marital bed were a little toasty as well. Our lovemaking had
not been this intense, or frequent, since our honeymoon. We wondered if
this was what Tom and Nancy were talking about. When I mentioned it to
Nancy during our shopping trip, she simply smiled and said that we hadn’t
seen anything yet, wait until we experienced the “after”, it would be even
better than the “before” that we were now going through.
I smiled to my reflection in the mirror, recalling that comment as I
continued my preparations for our night out. I applied my make-up, using
a little more than is usual for me, fixed my hair and began to get dressed.
I couldn’t help but occasionally rub my still hard nipples or slide my hand
across my ass and slightly excited pussy. The combination of excitement
and nervousness was running rampant through my body as I got ready.
When I was finally done I checked myself in the full length mirror
in our bedroom. Not bad for a 34 year old mother of two, I said to myself.
The outfit that Nancy and I had so carefully planned was a total success, I
thought. I was wearing a a black silk teddy with sphagetti straps and a T-
back which prominently displayed my firm, medium sized tits. I had
topped off my outfit with a miniskirt, garter belt and hose, and 4 inch
heels. I had wanted to have a sophisticated yet naughty look and I think
the outfit had achieved those expectations to the fullest. I especially liked
the way the silk rubbed against my breasts and kept my nipples hard,
raising the fabric like two little tent poles on my chest. The silk of the
teddy also rubbed sensuously against my freshly shaved pussy. I also liked
the way my legs looked perched on top of the heels. I had never owned a
pair of “fuck-me pumps”, as Nancy called them, always thinking of them
as impractical, but I was very happy with the image now before me. I put
on a jacket and went to go find Bill downstairs and see if he was ready to
go.
When I joined him downstairs I was a little surprised. He had
discarded his glasses in favor of the contacts he rarely wore and was
wearing some tight slacks that nicely outlined the contours of his ass. He
had chosen a black T-shirt that was wrapped around his well proportined
chest and trim waist and had topped it off with a raw silk jacket. Very
delectable, even if he is my own husband of 11 years.
When he saw me, I could see the surprise on his face also. My shopping
trip with Nancy had been a big secret so he had no idea about what I was
going to wear. That look told me it had definitely been a success. There
was raw lust in those eyes, the kind of lust this outfit was intended to
create. It was clear that I might need to reconsider my wardrobe and re-
evaluate the household budget to do some more shopping, especially if
this was the result.
Bill swept me into his arms and kissed me and I said, “I take it you
like my outfit.” Of course I knew the answer, especially as I felt the
stirrings in his slacks.
“I love the outfit, you sure you want to go out tonight, we might
want to stay here and have some fun by ourselves,” he said as he playfully
squeezed my nipple.
I felt the electric sensations shoot from my breast through my
body, “I know that wasn’t a serious question, I know how much you have
been looking forward to tonight,” I replied. “Besides, who says we can’t
have some fun when we get home tonight, if you’re up to it,” I countered.
“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse. In that case let’s go,” he
replied.
We met Tom and Nancy for dinner at a restaurant close to The Chariot.
Over a great dinner and a couple of bottles of wine we discussed what we
could expect later. The wine helped settle the butterflies in my stomach, but only
increased my level of excitement and anticipation. We were finally going
to do it! I had to keep reminding myself that we were only here to check it
out, but I couldn’t help but feel that much more was in store for us before
the night was over. Bill and I had discussed the possibilities and had
agreed that we would kind of go with the flow. We had, after it was
suggested by Tom and Nancy, worked out a system of non-verbal signs to
let each other know what we thought about whatever situation might later
develop.
We felt like we had talked everything out and were going into this
experience fully informed and prepared. At least that was what we told
ourselves. I must say that Bill was very supportive of me, and had made it
very clear that if, at any point, I felt uncomfortable that I should let him
know and we would make a polite but hasty retreat. From what Nancy
had told me, that would probably not be necessary, however, the support I
got from my husband did make me feel a lot more secure in the decision
to attend tonight’s festivities.
Besides the support I was receiving from Bill, I got the definite
impression that Tom and Nancy were going to be keeping their eyes on us,
making sure everything went well. The fact that we had a couple of
veterans to hold our hands was very reassuring to both of us. And besides,
I thought, as I admired the couple sitting across from us, I wouldn’t mind
a little hand holding, or whatever needed to be held, from them. I had on
more than one occasion admired the bulge in Tom’s slacks, wondering
what pleasures might be hidden there. Nancy’s stories of Tom’s sexual
prowess had resulted in more than a few fantasies on that topic. And from
what Nancy had told me of her discussion with him about me, the feeling
was definitely mutual.
As my view moved over to Nancy I couldn’t help but think about
what it would be like to be with another woman. Nancy made no secret of
the fact that she was bi-sexual. She claimed that many, if not a majority,
of the women in the lifestyle were bi-sexual. Our shopping trip and
frequent phone conversations in the last few weeks seemed to have drawn
us even closer than before. I thought back to the clumsy adventures I had
shared with a roommate in college, but this was different, very different.
Nancy was a mature, experienced woman who I was sure could teach me a
thing or two. I caught myself staring at the ripe expanse of Nancy’s
cleavage, my mind lost in her accounts of their swinging experiences,
including more than a few about some of her female lovers.
Before I knew it, dinner was over, the plates had been cleared
away and we prepared to be on our way to the next phase of what I had
come to think of as the “The Great Expedition.” It had become, after all,
an expedition not only into the world of swinging but also an exploration
of the limits of our own sexuality.
During the short drive to The Chariot, Bill and I talked excitedly
about what we could expect to find at the club. Tom and Nancy had given
us a full run down, but the level of excitement and expectation was
overwhelming. When we arrived, Nancy took me inside the dark depths
of the small club while Tom and Bill paid the cover to the doorman. We
quickly found a table and caught the attention of a cocktail waitress and
ordered a round of drinks. When our husbands joined us, Nancy asked me
to accompany her to the ladies room.
I couldn’t help but check out the other people at the club as we
walked towards the ladies room. Even though it was still early and no
where near full, I could see that Tom and Nancy’s description of the
couples in the lifestyle were definitely accurate. I saw an older couple
that reminded me of some friends of my parents. In another corner I saw a
young couple, he looked as if he could have been a college football player
and she had the fresh good looks of a cheer leader. Every other
combination and permutation of humanity was represented by the
customers of the club.
I told Nancy of my observations when we entered the ladies room
and she simply smiled, as if to say “I told you so.” We also discussed my
first impressions as we freshened our make up and chit chatted a little.
She told me how pleased she had been with the results of our shopping
trip and how handsome she thought Bill looked as well. She assured us
that we would be a great hit with the other couples tonight. Without
thinking, I turned to her and kissed her and then thanked her for all her
help and support.
She returned my kiss and said, “We’ll see how tonight goes then
we can discuss how you can thank me properly,” a lusty smile on her lips.
I felt my pussy throb as I contemplated the possible meaning of her
comment.
We returned to our table and rejoined our husbands. I couldn’t
help but watch the other people in the club as I sat sipping my drink. My
mind wandered as my eyes absorbed the sights around me. I was
particularly engrossed by the sexy dress of the women. The club was
quickly filling now and we had a good view of the entrance and I checked
out each couple as they entered. The dance floor began to become more active
and the DJ responded. The music became more sultry and sensual. Dance styles which emphasized full body contact seemed to be the most popular as the evening progressed.
A slow blues song came on over the sound system and Tom asked
me to dance. I quickly accepted and we were soon embracing on the
dance floor. Tom’s lean, strong, swimmers build felt good as he led me
around the dance floor. I could feel the firmness of my taut nipples
pressed against the hardness of his chest and the bulge of his cock against
my own crotch. As Tom turned me I saw Bill and Nancy dancing across
the floor from us. Her large breasts spilling from her top and pressed
against his chest. I sudden thrill of excitement shot through me when I
felt Tom’s hand slide from my waist to cup my ass.
I had to admit the feeling of this man’s arms around me felt
deliciously good. If dancing with him felt this good and aroused me this
much, what would it be like to have him in bed, I wondered. As I
pondered this thought and realized my pussy was becoming moist with a
dew of excitement, the song ended and we went back to the table.
As the night progressed we continued to drink, dance, and laugh.
Several of Tom and Nancy’s friends stopped by and we were introduced to
them. A few stopped and would enter into longer conversations with us
and I got the feeling that most of these people were genuinely friendly,
open people. The kind of people I would like as friends, I recall thinking
at the time.
I danced to several songs with both Tom and Bill. When dancing
with Bill we would get the opportunity to talk for a few moments alone
and do a quick status check. “What do you think so far, are you having a
good time, what did you think of him or her,” etc., seemed to be the topics
of most of these discussions. As the night went on we seemed to really
relax and have a good time. These people, and especially our friends Tom
and Nancy really put us at ease and made the entire experience more
enjoyable for both of us.
At one point, the DJ announced it was “girls dance”, and Nancy
quickly grabbed my hand and led me to dance floor. I was quickly
surrounded by Nancy and a few of her female friends that I had met earlier
in the evening. These “cluster dances” seemed to revolve around a bump
and grind technique that had me extremely hot. I recall the sensation of
my hard nipples pressed into the pillowy flesh of Nancy’s breasts while
she humped my increasingly wet pussy on her thigh. Meanwhile, Nancy’s
petite, and up to this point I had thought of as demure, friend Jill was
pressing her crotch into my ass and occasionally squeezing the firm globes
of my ass. Needless to say, it was a very exciting dance, and it reminded
me how hot and sexy these women were. They had all seemed to check
the prim and proper ladylike attitudes, that society has expected of them,
at the door. And to be honest, I was glad! I certainly had. The horny
little bitch in me was beginning to blossom and I was both shocked and
happy by this revelation.
I looked over at the table, and saw Tom and Bill intently watching
the events occurring on the dance floor. During the brief glance I got of
them I noticed that both seemed a little shocked as well. I’m sure my
husband was surprised that his darling wife had turned into such a hot
number.
When the song was over I kissed Nancy, and we found ourselves
locked into a passionate kiss in the middle of the dance floor. The funny
thing was that no one else seemed to notice. I guess it wasn’t all that
unusual, considering the make-up of the crowd. I also noticed as we
walked back to the table that there was a large wet spot on the hose on
Nancy’s thigh. Oooops!
The lady’s dance seemed to be the signal, because everything
seemed to get wilder and wilder. The only rule seemed to be to have as
good a time as was legal. We were in “public” after all. The limits were
definitely being stretched. I saw several couples kissing and making out
on the dance floor and at the surrounding tables. While I wasn’t nearly
drunk, the alcohol had had its effect on me and I joined in as much as I
could. Several of Nancy’s friends came over and asked us to dance, both
individually and as a group and we frequently ended up in tight clusters on
the dance floor.
Nancy signaled me to join her for a “potty break” and we headed
off for the ladies room. When we entered the relative quiet of the
restroom, she informed me that we had been invited back over to Jill and
her husband Ben’s house for a small party. Would we be interested? She
went on to explain that Jill and Ben were old friends and great lovers and
we would also be joined by another couple Tina and Jim. We had met
both couples during the course of the evening and had shared several
dances. I told her that I would discuss it with Bill and let her know.
Nancy said that Tom was telling Bill as we spoke and that they should let
them know what our decision was. She went on to explain that if we didn’t want to go that would be OK, they understood. This was, after all, our first time and there would be no pressure to participate.
Bill and I went off to discuss the invitation and it was clear that he
was as excited as I was about this opportunity to “get into the swing of
things.” We quickly headed back to join Tom and Nancy and confessed
that we would love to join them. Our response was greeted by warm
smiles and hugs from our new friends and Tom said, “we’re glad ya’ll
decided to come along, but just remember, there’s no pressure to join in,
go at your own pace, OK?” Jill and Ben and Tina and Jim joined us and I said, “Well what are
we waiting for?” With that we were off for the next phase of “The Great
Expedition.”
Before I go on with the rest of this story let me tell you a little
about our four newest friends that were soon to become even closer
friends. I’ve told you a little about Jill. When you first meet her she looks
as if she would be more comfortable teaching Sunday school than hanging
out in a swing bar. In this case, appearances can be very deceiving. She is
a small petite lady with luscious, large tits and a tight very inviting ass.
After having gotten to know her better at the club, I learned that she can
be one hell of a party’er. Nancy told me that Jill has a reputation for
getting a party started. In contrast to his petite wife, Ben is large man that
looks more like an NFL linebacker than the lawyer that he is. I was
fascinated by his large hands and my mind kept wandering back to the old
saying about men with large hands. They are in their early forties and
have been into swinging for about ten years.
Jim and Tina are a young couple in their mid twenties who have
been in the lifestyle for about two years. Tina is a tall, statuesque blond
with small firm tits, a nice round ass, and these long, great looking legs.
Jim is very tall, at least 6’5″, with a slim body that reminded me of a
cheetah, made for speed, I thought. He has these luscious lips that look
like they are begging to be kissed and soft, blue eyes you just want to melt
into.
As we followed the caravan of cars heading off to Jill and Ben’s
house, Bill and I discussed the erotic potential of our new friends. It
seemed as if our participation in a “party”, as they called it, was a
foregone conclusion. Neither of us had any reservations and we both were
ready for whatever the evening brought our way. Bill admitted that he had
been really turned on watching me during the lady’s dance and asked if I
was interested in getting together with the girls tonight. I told him I
wasn’t sure, that I would play it by ear, there was just so many new things
happening at once I didn’t want to rush it. I did say that I wasn’t totally
against the idea, however.
After a short five minute drive we arrived at our destination. Ben
quickly made everyone at home and got busy fixing drinks for everyone.
Not wanting to overdo the alcohol, Bill and I elected to switch to coffee
and Ben quickly had a pot brewing. I noticed that Jill had disappeared and
then reappeared suddenly, wearing a silk robe. She invited everyone to
get comfortable and soon everyone was shedding their clothes. I gave a
quick look to Bill and said to myself, “what the hell, when in Rome…” Jill invited everyone to follow her back to the “party room.” She
sure lived up to her reputation, she didn’t waste anytime with pleasantries.
Not that I minded, I was as anxious to get started as anyone. Dressed in
only in my garter belt and hose, I was first in line to follow her. The party
room turned out to be a large bedroom with several large mattresses on the
floor, built in drawers for what Jill called “her toys”, and an adjoining
bathroom which featured a large shower and a bidet.
As I watched Jill remove the robe and sensuously slide onto the
mattress, I felt a pair of arms slide around me. I turned slightly and saw
Tom’s familiar face.
“Would anyone care to join me,” asked Jill seductively?
“Would you like to join in,” Tom asked?
“I’d love too,” I replied.
I looked over towards Bill and saw that Nancy had him well taken
care of, her tongue probing deeply in his mouth. I joined Tom on the
mattress and our lips met in a prolonged and passionate kiss. His lips
moved to suck my earlobes and nibble my neck as I shuddered and felt
excited chills run through my body. Tom’s mouth moved slowly across
my chest to my breasts and my nipple was soon buried in his mouth as he
suckled and nibbled on their sensitive tips.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I lay on the mattress, giving myself
up to the sweet sensations that Tom was producing in my body. I turned
my head slightly and saw, for the first time what else was going on in the
room. My handsome husband was reclined next to me and Nancy was
giving him what looked like a great blow job. I watched with a certain
degree of awe as she took his 7″ inches deep into her throat. Deep
throating Bill’s cock was something that I had attempted but was
physically unable to accomplish. Maybe some lessons were in order, I
thought to myself.
Bill’s eyes met mine and it was clearly apparent that we were both
enjoying the moment. The pangs of jealousy that I had feared never
entered my mind and, to be honest, I found watching him with Nancy to
be a great turn-on. Tom’s mouth had begun a journey which led to my
wet pussy. My eyes left Bill’s as I watched our other playmates in action.
My eyes took in the lusty scene as Jill kneeled before Jim, sucking on his
long thin cock, her tongue occasionally washing his balls and then quickly
returning to his cock. Jill obviously enjoyed sucking cock, her soft,
enthusiastic moans filled the room as she continued to work on Jim’s
hardness. Ben’s large head was buried between Tina’s long legs. Her
hands were busy alternating between pulling Ben’s head deeper into her
pussy and pulling on the long, hard nipples perched atop her small, firm
tits.
My attention was directed back to Tom as he began to intensify his
efforts on my cunt. He was flicking his tongue across my clit, sending
electric spasms of pleasure through my body. His fingers soon joined the
action, sliding deep into my sopping wet pussy. I felt the passion increase in
my body and the insistent rumbling of an approaching orgasm stir deep in
my belly. I felt movement next to me and saw that Nancy had swung her
ass around and was mounting Bill in a 69 position. I couldn’t help but
reach out and stroke the beautiful lushness her ass as my husband buried
his face into the folds of her mons. I also noticed that Jill was taking
Jim’s cock deep and fast into the recesses of her mouth, groaning around
it’s hardness as she did so. She suddenly cried out, begging him to give
her his cum. His body tensed and he issued a wild roar and I watched as
he pumped his load into the depths of her throat. Tina was thrusting her
hips up into Ben’s face, her legs wrapped tightly around his head and her
hands pulling wildly at her nipples, and she came, her hips wildly gyrating
against his face. Tina’s moans of pleasure filled the confines of the room
as her orgasm peaked.
Suddenly, the fingers and tongue which I had enjoyed so much
were gone. I looked back toward Tom and saw him holding his very hard,
very large cock between my legs. The vacuum left by his mouth and
fingers was quickly replaced as his cock slid through the welcoming portal
of my cunt. A loud cry of pure pleasure spilled from my lips and filled the
room as my pussy attempted to adjust to his length and girth. He slowly
slid deep into my cunt and I was soon filled with more cock than I had
ever thought possible. I felt so full, yet at the same time so wonderful as
he began to slowly thrust in and out of my quivering depths. I relaxed the
muscles in my cunt and accepted it, taking everything he had to offer.
I was suddenly brought back to reality by the touch of a warm hand
on my breast. I discovered that the hand belonged to none other than
Nancy, who was now straddling Bill’s hips, his cock impaled deep in her.
She continued to caress my breast and I reached up and felt the weight of
her tit in the palm of my hand. Her smile and the look on her face told me
that she was enjoying Bill’s cock as much as I was Tom’s. Our eyes met
for a long moment and we shared the pleasure that we were experiencing.
She leaned over to me and our lips met and we shared a level of intimacy I
had never felt with another woman. The fact that her husband was
continuing to fuck me with that big cock of his only seemed to add to the
intimacy and sharing of that moment.
As our lips parted and she returned to the business of fucking
herself on Bill’s cock, my eyes moved to Bill and I saw that Nancy was
not the only one enjoying herself. His hands were cupping her ass,
helping her drive herself onto the length of his cock. A cock that I knew
so well, and that had produced so much pleasure in my own body over the
years. As I lay there, feeling Tom’s cock continue to drive deep into my
pussy, I relished in the fact that we could share this. I reflected on how we
could fuck other people, but at the same time enjoy the experience and
share in each other’s pleasure. The pleasure experienced by the man I
loved only seemed to add to my own and expand on it.
My eyes shifted over towards our playmates and I saw that Ben
had now mounted Tina and was driving his big cock deep into her. Jim
was recuperating from Jill’s oral efforts and playing voyeur while Jill
moved over to join her husband and Tina. She was soon busy sucking on
Tina’s tits while her husband thrust into pussy. Tina’s legs were wrapped
around Ben’s hips, encouraging him to pump into her harder and deeper.
He was giving her what she wanted and Tina’s cries soon began to echo
through the room.
Another series of moans and cries of pleasure joined Tina’s, and I
was a little surprised when I discovered they were my own. Tom
increased the pace of his strokes into my profusely lubricating pussy and I
felt the familiar sensation of my orgasmic peak approaching.
“Yea, give it to her Tom, fuck her good,” Nancy exhorted him on,
obviously enjoying the sight of her husband fucking my aroused body.
“YES Pleeeze, fuck me, it feels soooo good,” I cried. The
sensations of my approaching climax which began as a fire between my
legs then shot from my pussy through my body, my screams of release
soon filled the expanse of the room. I vaguely heard Tina’s cries of
release rise and join my own as she too reached her peak.
Tom continued to thrust wildly into my cunt and his groans
harmonized with my own as I once again rose toward orgasm. From
somewhere in the fog of near orgasm I heard Bill’s voice encouraging me,
“Yea baby cum, cum.” His hand reached over and pulled on my nipple,
knowing that to be a sure fire trigger when I’m close to cumming.
With a tremendous thrust that shook me, Tom buried his bursting
cock deep and my pussy muscles spasmed around the length of his cock as
he pumped his load into my depths. I drifted off into that wonderful mist
of post-orgasmic euphoria as I felt Tom’s cock finally come to rest,
embedded within me and felt his body slump on top of my own, his
weight reassuring and warm. The room echoed with the wet sounds of sex
and the sighs of pleasure from the other participants in our party,
punctuated by Tina’s orgasmic cries, creating an erotic backdrop to my
descent into sensuous relaxation.
As I slowly drifted back to awareness of my surrounding, I heard
Nancy cries and saw that she was vigorously grinding her cunt down onto
Bill’s cock. Her face was contorted in pleasure, as was Bill’s. Bill’s hips
were thrusting up into her, meeting her hips with a slapping sound. The
urgency of their movements made it clear they were close to reaching their
own orgasms.
I felt Tom move and felt his softening cock slide out of my cunt,
our combined juices flowing out and coating my sex and rolling down the
cleft of my ass. It was a wickedly sensuous sensation and I loved it. Tom
moved over behind Nancy, caressing her ass as she continued to fuck Bill.
Feeling a little more animated myself and rolled over on my side to join
my husband and share in his pleasure. My lips met his and we kissed, his
ragged breath and soft groans filling my mouth. I reached over and felt
for Nancy’s breast and began to gently pull on her taut nipples just as she
began to cum.
“OHHH GOD YES, I’m cummming,” she screamed. Her cries
seemed to reach a peak, recede, and then peak again and again as she
came over and over. Bill’s familiar moans signaling his own orgasm rose
to meet Nancy’s and his body trembled as his sperm jetted into Nancy’s
quivering pussy. She slumped forward and I relinquished Bill’s lips to his
newest lover, allowing them to share this moment together.
My view was directed over to the other members of our group.
Ben’s roar filled my ears as he buried his cock into Tina’s writhing body.
Jim had joined their arrangement of bodies, he sucked on one breast while
Jill was busy at the other. Jim’s orgasm triggered another by Tina and
they came together, accompanied by the mingled sounds of their pleasure.
The room was suddenly quiet, as compared to the earlier melody our
combined assortment of moans, groans, and cries had created. All that
could be heard was the soft, quick breathing as we all attempted to catch
our breath and recover from our earlier exertions and the soft hum of a
ceiling fan. There were naked, sweaty bodies strewn across the expanse
of the room.
When he had recovered, Jill dispatched Ben to get refreshments for
parched throats which had only moments before been filled with the cries
of ecstasy. Nancy rolled over and I felt her soft face against my thigh.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I love to clean up behind Tom,” she
said.
“Please do, don’t let me stop you from doing what you enjoy,” I
giggled. With that, I felt her soft face, so different from any man’s,
nestled between my thighs and begin to lick the juices that coated my
nether regions. The sensation of her tongue on the soft expanse of my
thighs was almost electric. My body was still sensitized by the recent
orgasms which had flooded it. She lifted my legs and I draped them over
her shoulders and I soon felt her tongue against my labia which had so
recently clasped the hardness of her husband’s cock. Her tongue feasted
on our mingled juices as she ran it from my puckered asshole to my clit.
The brief contact of her tongue on my clit produced a shudder throughout
my body but it soon passed as she glued her mouth to the opening of my
cunt, drinking deeply from the juices there.
“Ummmm, you taste so good,” she moaned, her breath warm on
my pussy lips. My hands had unconsciously found their way to her head
and were buried in her hair, pulling her even deeper into my pussy.
Summoning all my courage, I said, “Would you care to share some
of what you’ve got with me.”
“Glad to,” she replied. She moved around and offered me her
pussy, suspended over my face even while she continued to feast on my
pussy. I stared up at the shiny glow of her juicy nether lips, studying their
form and beauty. Here goes nothing, I said to myself and reached up to
pull her dripping pussy down to my waiting mouth. With the cheeks of
her ass filling the palms of my hands, I buried my face into the soft,
shaved recess of Nancy’s pussy. I had always loved the taste of Bill’s
cum, but the taste of it combined with Nancy’s sweet juices was more
than I could have hoped for. I reveled in the sensation of her soft thighs
around my face, the sweetness and saltiness of their juices on my tongue,
and the aroma of sex in my nose. It was a totally sensual experience. This
does not even take into account the feeling of her tongue and lips on my
own sex as she continued the assault on it, providing me with the pleasure
only another woman can give. In addition, I could feel the softness of our
breasts against each other’s bellies, their hard nipples pressing deeply into
the flesh.
I continued to lick and suck on the exposed flesh of her pussy lips,
not exactly sure what to do, following what she was doing and trying to
copy what I liked to have done to my own. Apparently, I was successful
because I soon heard, and felt, Nancy’s soft sighs into my pussy as she
expressed her pleasure. Likewise, I was soon moaning my pleasure into
her pussy as she moved her attention to my clit. I could feel the pressure
of my swollen pussy lips and enlarged, erect clit beneath her tongue. My
tongue also moved to her clit and I enjoyed feeling it respond to my
efforts. My most deeply rooted and longest held inhibitions were washed
away as I continued with my initiation into the joys of bisexuality.
She has a large clit and I liked the way it felt against my tongue.
Following her lead, I wrapped my lips around her clit and softly sucked on
it while continuing to flick my tongue against its head. Her guttural
moans vibrated against my clit and I felt the arousal once again build in
my body. The juice from Nancy’s pussy flowed freely into my mouth as I
released a groan that came from deep in my throat.
Her juice coated finger began to rub softly against my asshole and
I couldn’t help but move my hips, inviting her to go further. The finger
quickly accepted the invitation and slid, hesitantly at first and then with
more confidence, halfway into the warm recess of my ass. A loud moan
escaped my lips and I felt the muscles of my rectum opening to accept it,
trying to pull it in deeper. Nancy obliged and her finger was soon
plunging in and out of my ass.
The combination of Nancy’s finger in my ass and her mouth on my
cunt had me soaring to ever higher levels of arousal. It felt as if my pussy
was gushing forth juice and Nancy would occasionally move her mouth
down to suck up the flow. Nancy sensed my approaching orgasm and her
mouth began to relentlessly suck on my trigger, driving me over the edge.
Giving myself up to the pleasure, my cries of release filled the room and
my orgasm peaked. Nancy drove her invading finger all the way into my
ass and pleasurable sensations crashed throughout my aroused body.
Somehow I continued my own efforts through my orgasm and my
cries of release only seemed to fuel Nancy’s pleasure. Her own imminent
climax was fast approaching, as she became caught up in the excitement
of the moment. I slid a finger into the copious flow of juice coming from
her pussy and placed it against the rosebud of her ass. Her hips thrust
back and buried my finger in her ass and I felt the muscle grab at it. Her
load groans, muffled by her thighs tightly clenching my head, rose in pitch
and volume as she peaked and came. Her ass clasped my finger tightly as
I felt the orgasm churn through her body.
When Nancy and I untangled our bodies, I saw that our male
partners, reclined around the room, seemingly enjoying the show that we
women provided. Most were casually stroking their semi-erect cocks,
certain in that they would be needed soon. A few feet away, I saw Jill and
Tina sharing a double headed dildo buried deep in their pussies. Their
legs were entwined and their hands clasped each other’s as they pumped
the dildo into their cunts.
Nancy leaned over and hugged me, licking her own shining juices
from my face as she did so. “Jill just loves her toys, especially when she
has someone to share them with. Would you care to join them,” she
asked.
I nodded my consent and we moved over to join the two women so
obviously enjoying being joined in such an erotic manner. Nancy lowered
her face to their joined sexes and alternated between licking their exposed
clits, two audible groans mingled in the air as Nancy’s tongue went to
work. I meanwhile, moved to Jill’s D-cup breasts and began to suck and
lick the luscious flesh they offered.
“Yea, that’s it, suck on my tits, I love to have them sucked, I like
them nibbled on too, OHHH YEA!,” she moaned. My teeth bore down on
yielding flesh of her hard nipple as my hand softly pinched the other.
“YES, YES, just like that,” she cried. “I’M GONNA CUM, don’t
stop, don’t stop, AHHHH.” Jill’s hips rocked back into Tina’s exposed
pussy, burying the dildo as far as possible and her orgasm washed over her
body, her hand clutching me tightly to her breast.
When Jill’s hand had freed my head, I moved over to Tina. She
reached up and pulled my head to her so that my lips were against the full
softness of her own. Her moans filled my mouth as she continued to drive
the dildo deep into her own pussy, striving for her own release. I moved
my mouth to her breast and I couldn’t help but compare the firm tightness
of her B-cups to the lush softness of Jill’s. Both were wonderful in their
own right, but so different. Her nipples were very hard and stood out like
two pencil erasers, firm against my tongue.
“Yea, I like them sucked hard, please,” she begged softly. I began
to suck, occasionally swiping my tongue across them while alternating
back and forth. I pulled on one with my fingers while sucking on the
other. Tina’s hips picked up the pace of her thrusts on the dildo as she
continued to grind into it. Nancy’s mouth was firmly attached to Tina’s
clit as she assisted by thrusting the dildo in and out of both of their love
holes with her free hand.
Tina’s orgasmic cries filled the room and I watched as Nancy’s
face was drenched by Tina as she shot her juice out of her pussy. I had
heard of female ejaculation of course, but had never actually seen it and I
was totally mesmerized by the sight. Tina’s body seemed to go into
convulsions as her orgasm went on and on and she continued to gyrate on
the rubber cock buried in her spasming cunt. A fierceness filled her
features as the lust overwhelmed her and her orgasm continued to flow
through her passion washed body. Meanwhile, Jill rushed to meet her with
another of her own orgasms and their screams of ecstasy mingled. Finally
their bodies relaxed and they collapsed on the mattress completely spent.
My mind quickly flew to the question of where I could get a
double dildo of my own. I made a note to ask Nancy at the first
opportunity, this was definitely something I wanted to check out for
myself.
I needed a break, that was certain. I grabbed Nancy’s hand and led her to
the bathroom. My legs were a little rubbery as we retreated from the party
room.
“Having a good time,” she asked after we were in the bathroom.
“God yes,” I replied, “I don’t think I’ve come that hard in years,
and I loved eating your pussy, it was everything I hoped it would be and
more, but you gotta tell me where I can get one of those dildos.” “Sounds like a good excuse to go shopping at the toy store. Maybe
I ought to show you my toy collection before we go, you might find
something else you gotta have,” she said with a wicked smile.
“I’m sure you might have a few suggestions, does this offer
include a test drive of a few of your favorite toys,” I giggled?
“Absolutely, I’m fully in favor of an informed consumer,” she
replied with a girlish smile on her face.
We took a quick shower and Nancy’s soapy hands felt great on my
body. I was tempted to continue with her in the shower but I wanted to
get back to the party, certain of the fact that Nancy and I would have
plenty of time to spend with each other in the future. The party took a
small break as everyone used the opportunity to take a quick shower and
replenish lost bodily fluids before we continued. As I sat with Bill,
drinking a glass of wine, I reflected on the fact that we had certainly fallen
in with a group of hard-core party animals, not that I was complaining.
The action was quick to begin again. Jill came over to Tom and
Bill and said, “I haven’t been fucked by any of you big strong men yet and
I think its time to make up for lost time. Would you care to help take care
of little ole me.”
Tom was quick to answer for both of them and said, “It would be
our pleasure ma’am, especially seeing how you have been so horribly
deprived of our masculine prowess.” Jill’s face lit up with a grin and they
found some open space to lay down.
That left Ben, Jim, Tina, Nancy and I to devise something for
ourselves. We all fell into a tangle of bodies. A few of the details remain
a little fuzzy in my mind but I recall a steady stream of cocks, pussies, and
tits as we attempted to find as many combinations as theoretically
possible. I recall having Ben fucking me Rocky(D)gy style while I gluttonously
fed on Tina’s pussy. Meanwhile, Nancy took Jim’s long thin cock in her
ass while she grunted her pleasure to the world and Tina sucked the full
mounds of her tits.
Later, I sat on Tina’s face, her tongue plunged deep into my cunt
and her nose rubbing against my clit while Ben fucked her and sucked my
nipples. Nancy was screaming for Jim to give him his cock. They were a
frenzy of activity, his cock thrusting wildly into her upturned, beautiful
bottom. As they strived toward orgasm it seemed to drive Tina, Ben, and I
on. Our orgasms seemed to merge and flow between the five of us and a
cacophony of moans, groans, screams, grunts, and roars of pleasure filled
my ears.
At one point I looked over towards Jill and saw that Bill was busy
with his head between her thighs while Tom was sliding his big cock
between her mammoth tits and she was sucking on its large mushroom-
shaped head. I was distracted by my own partners for a few minutes and
lost track of the action. Later I looked over to see that she was
sandwiched between Tom and Bill. Tom’s big cock was stretching her
cunt open while my husband’s was planted deep in her ass.
“She loves that,” Nancy whispered to me, “She says there’s
nothing like having both her holes filled with two hard cocks.” Knowing how much Bill loved anal sex, I was sure he was
thoroughly enjoying himself. My own curiosity was also raised, I had
always wondered what it would feel like to have two cocks at the same
time and I had certainly enjoyed having Bill’s cock stuffed in my rear
passage on more than one occasion. I put the possibility of this sex act on
the back burner for a later occasion, but I realized it probably wouldn’t
remain there for long. My reflection on Jill’s predicament was not long
lasted as Tina’s persistent tongue and Ben’s mouth on my nipples brought
me back to the reality of my own pleasure.
I had not yet sampled Jim’s cock, and I intended to do so before
the night was over. When he returned from washing up, I approached him
and our bodies were soon entwined on the mattress. I stretched across his
tall form and took his soft cock in my hungry mouth. My efforts were
quickly rewarded by the swelling of his cock which soon reached its full
length. My tongue savored the saltiness of his pre-cum as I continued to
fuck his dick with my mouth. It fit comfortably in my mouth and I reveled
in the sensation of it pumping through my lips and across my tongue and
his masculine smell filling my nose. As his lust increased, he began
humping and driving his cock into the softness of my sucking mouth.
As much as I enjoyed the experience of having his cock in my
mouth, and as much as I would have loved to enjoy the feeling of
throbbing ejaculation in my mouth, I desperately needed the itch between
my legs satisfied. I rolled him over and said, “Come here big boy, I have a
good place for that dick, care to make a very horny lady happy?” “Never let it be said that I was not more than happy to
accommodate a willing lady,” he said with a smile on his face.
I reached out for his long cock and led him to my waiting portal.
Within seconds I was enjoying the feeling as he slid through the shaved
lips of my cunt. I had already decided to keep my pussy shaved, the
increased sensitivity being well worth the additional effort. His cock
seemed to keep sliding deeper and deeper into my wet snatch. Its initial
thrust went on and on and my PC muscle bore down on it, squeezing his
length. I wrapped my legs around his and encouraged him to give me the
fucking I craved. My hips swiveled under his as if of their own accord.
My body was definitely on auto-pilot as he began to slowly increase the
pace and depths of his thrusts.
My concentration on the pleasures being produced in my body was
suddenly interrupted by the loud, high pitched squeals which filled the
room. Looking around, I saw that Jill was slamming her hips back into
Bill’s cock and grinding her cunt down onto Tom. I watched as orgasms
rippled through her body, one quickly followed by another as she came
over and over again. The look on Bill’s face and the sound of his
breathing told me that he was close to coming and sure enough he was
soon crying out as he came, his throbbing cock buried to the base in Jill’s
small, tight ass.
Jill didn’t miss a beat when Bill pulled his cock from her clasping
asshole, she continued to ride Tom’s cock continuing to experience a
series of explosions as her multiple orgasms rocketed through her body.
Finally, it was all too much for Tom and he cried out as his cock erupted
into her cunt.
Meanwhile, Ben, Nancy, and Tina were also busy. Tina was being
fucked by Ben from behind, as they lay on their sides in the spoon
position, while Nancy was busy licking her exposed pussy and the base of
Ben’s cock. The sound of Ben’s cock fucking her wet cunt, Nancy’s
slurping tongue, and Tina’s soft sighs of arousal made for a wonderful
backdrop to the sight of the three of them together. Watching X-rated
videos will never be the same, I thought to myself as I watched them.
The increased pace of Jim’s thrusts brought my full attention back
to him. The muscles in my cunt began to contract rhythmically in
response and I felt the irresistible pleasure begin to once again build deep
within my body. I knew that I would pay later for the pleasure I had
experienced, but at that moment I didn’t care, it would be worth it. It
seemed as if the evening had been one long, uninterrupted series of
orgasms. Besides, all I could think about was the sensuous feeling of his
cock stroking into the depths of my pussy and how much I wanted to cum
again.
I felt movement beside me and I saw that Bill had joined us. The
smile on his face told me that he was enjoying watching me being fucked.
His hand reached for my hardened nipple and a thought flashed through
my aroused mind. Here I was being royally fucked by a handsome man
while my husband watched and played with my bouncing tits and I was
getting off to it. It was if I had been empowered to enjoy all the things
that I had always fantasized about but had never allowed myself to
acknowledge. This reflection on my wantonness combined with the
sensation of my juices flowing freely from my cunt, the relentless
pounding of Jim’s cock, and the sounds of hot sex that surrounded and
enveloped me drove me on toward my eventual, blissful orgasm.
When it came I was shaken by its intensity. I had had some
Richter scale orgasms during the course of the evening but this was
something entirely different. Jim’s cock erupted, and the feeling of his
cum spewing deep into the recesses of my cunt drove me toward joyful
release. The orgasm that resulted cascaded through my body and my cunt
clamped down on his cock, spasming wildly. It seemed to go on and on, I
heard loud screams echoing through the room, then realized they were my
own. The room began to spin and that was the last I recall, I must of
blacked out for a few seconds because when I looked around I was
surrounded by a cluster of smiling and fucked-out naked people.
Nancy leaned over to me, gave me a quick kiss and said, “Well
what do you think of swinging now?” I reflected on the question for a second and answered in a hoarse,
scratchy voice, “Is there any way else to live?”