Did you hear about our orgy last weekend?”
“Orgy?”

I wasn’t the only one to turn my head at the word, and immediately the women lowered their voices. I moved closer. The woman who had initially spoken was one of my neighbors, and she was talking to her friend in line at the deli. I could overhear delicious tidbits of the conversation, enough to know that a party they’d had on Saturday had taken a turn for the debauched—enough to go home to Gregory and say, “We didn’t get an invitation to the orgy.”
“There was an orgy?”

“Yeah. At Charlene’s house.” I felt pouty. Why were we never on the guest list for parties like that? We always heard about them after the fact. Gregory says it’s because people think we’re more conservative than we actually are. Just because you don’t wear your fetishes on your sleeve doesn’t mean you don’t have erotic desires like everyone else.
“Well, you know what we have to do,” Gregory said, looking at me.
“Feel left out?” I asked. “Mope?”
“Stage our own.”
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It was a beachfront paradise, this resort composed of one and two room bungalows, winding paths and swaths of pure, white sand. But the beautiful views were only part of what drew us to Mexico. Charlene and I had traveled to this tropical paradise to spend some time with friends old and new, and indulge our carnal appetites.

My wife and I are members of an online network of swingers who enjoy travel and adventure. We’re also close friends with Faith and her boyfriend, Mark the couple who had organized this excursion. We were looking forward to a fun week of zip lining, scuba diving and, of course, sex.

On the first day of our trip, the entire group convened at the poolside bar for tapas and cocktails under a thatched roof that barely shielded us from the hot Mexican sun. Sipping a caipirinha, I admired all the women now dressed in revealing south of the border ensembles and my dick twitched as I caught glimpses of the alluring contours of barely covered breasts, both natural and surgically enhanced. I especially appreciated the conspicuously low back of Faith’s dress, which more than hinted at the cleavage between her asscheeks.

I’d never slept with Faith before, and my arousal rose as I considered the possibility. Charlene was similarly attracted to Mark and had been with him before she’d told me all about his prodigious cock, and on numerous occasions, I’d jerked off as I imagined his rod stretching my wife’s tight cunt. To see him fucking her in person was another dream of mine.

I was trying to figure how to make that fantasy a reality when Kerry approached me and introduced herself. All thoughts of Faith and Mark were forgotten as the voluptuous blonde, dressed in nothing but a skimpy bikini and a sheer wrap that spanned her hips, briefly touched my upper arm. We chatted a little more, and then she leaned in so close that I could smell her gardenia perfume. “Is your room close, and more importantly, is it available?” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.

I gestured at Charlene, who was standing with a group of people by the edge of the pool, indicating to Kerry that our bungalow was indeed empty. Catching my motion out of the corner of her eye, my wife turned to me and winked, giving me her go ahead. With that accomplished, I took Kerry’s near empty margarita glass, placed it on the bar and led her to my room.

Once there, I wrapped my arms around her waist and we kissed. Her mouth opened wide, inviting my tongue inside, and she sucked on my lower lip as I cupped one of her ample tits. Feeling her nipple harden through the nylon triangle of her top, I wondered if the bottom half of her bikini was already damp from her pussy juices, so I decided to go on an exploratory mission.

I let go of her breast to unknot her wrap, which fell to the terra cotta floor. Then I reached into her waistband and cupped her hairless mound. She shifted slightly and her labia parted, so I slipped a finger between her nether lips and discovered that she was indeed dripping wet. As I stroked Kerry’s slippery flesh, she discarded her bikini top and then reached for my crotch to caress my erection through my pants. Next, she made quick work of my fly, and as my pants dropped to the tiles, my unfettered cock sprang upward. She grasped it and began stroking.

My asscheeks clenched, and my hips rocked back and forth. As I thrust into her fist, I snaked my finger into her pussy, which stretched to receive me and then hugged my digit. I slid my finger in and out until she gasped and squirmed, and in return, she jerked my cock more firmly. When some pre come oozed from its tip, she rubbed the sticky fluid into my crown with the ball of her thumb, making me shiver.

Charlene always does that, too, which led me to wonder what my wife was up to. I sincerely hoped that she was having as much fun as I was. I stopped kissing Kerry and lowered my head to her bountiful chest, still plunging my finger deep into her. Holding an erect nipple between my teeth, I tongued it gently until she tipped back her head and moaned. Growing impatient, I slowly inched us toward the bed, never breaking our connection as I maneuvered her onto her back.

I was now desperately hungry for her, so I pulled my finger from her sex to taste her sweet juices. As I sucked them off, she wriggled out of her bikini bottom and opened her thighs wide so I could get between them. I was about to start lapping at the glistening pink flesh that was now exposed to me, but I stopped in my tracks when I heard a knock at the door. My first thought was that Charlene had decided to join us, so without thinking, I called out, “It’s open.” I was excited by the prospect of a threesome with my wife and a new friend.

To my surprise, a man entered. “This is my husband, Thomas,” Kerry explained, and then she asked if it was all right that he watch us. This wasn’t the first time I’d been observed by someone’s significant other, and I’d even been the guy in the chair on numerous occasions, so I quickly agreed, anxious to get to eating my partner’s pussy. As Thomas made himself comfortable, I repositioned myself between Kerry’s legs and lowered my face to her moist center.

I swiped my tongue along her slit. She was sweet, salty, and even wetter than I had expected I think having her husband there watching had turned her on more than she’d already been. It also excited me, and my cock twitched as more pre ejaculatory fluids leaked from the tip. I continued licking her slick nether lips until I tired of that and zeroed in on her rigid clitoris. Wrapping my lips around it, I gave it a good, hard suck, and she responded by grabbing my head and holding on tightly as she shouted ecstatically.

Kerry’s legs quivered as I pressed my tongue against her swollen button. I suckled her through her orgasm, hearing heavy breathing from beside us as Thomas watched the show. Though I couldn’t see what he was doing because my face was buried in his wife’s cunt, I guessed that he was touching himself.

I continued bestowing my oral attention upon Kerry until she grew too sensitive and pushed me away. That meant it was time for the main event, so I climbed up her body and aimed my dick at her well primed hole. She urged me on by looking me right in the eyes and nodding, a show that I knew was as much for her husband’s sake as for mine. When my knob first made contact with her hot, wet flesh, I drew in a sharp breath, which I released slowly as I filled her cunt.

Kerry wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles at the small of my back. I could feel her heels pressing into me as my cock finally hit bottom. My balls rested on her asscheeks for a second before I quickly pulled out, and then I plunged right back in. I did that again and again, burying myself deep in her tight pussy, which clasped my shaft as though it never wanted to let me go. Fucking Kerry felt seriously amazing, and I was soon flying in and out of her, driving myself toward the finish line. I could also see Thomas now, and he had pulled out his dick and was pumping it with one fist. His other hand clutched the chair’s arm tightly, and I figured that he would reach his climax before I did.

I started slamming into his wife really hard. Kerry grunted along with my thrusts and bucked her hips so that her ass repeatedly rose off of the mattress, our bodies crashing together. I noticed Thomas cup one hand over the tip of his dick. It appeared that the end was near, for him as well as me, and possibly also for Kerry, who squealed with pleasure as her cunt fluttered around my shaft.

I lowered my head to Kerry’s breasts and flicked my tongue over her erect nipples as she thrashed beneath me. Her squeals quickly became more frantic, punctuated by desperate gasps as she attempted to catch her breath. Raking my back with her fingernails, Kerry shivered and shook while her husband, just feet away, gave a shout and filled his palm with bursts of pearly fluid. A second later, my balls drew in and the floodgates opened to send a rush of white hot cream deep into the voluptuous blonde.

I pumped my hips a few more times, milking myself of the last of my load. Kerry, having ridden the waves of her orgasm, was now moaning softly as she slowly drifted back to earth. I stroked in and out of her a few more times, unwilling to let go of my bliss just yet. Then Thomas cleared his throat. Glancing over at him, I saw that he’d cleaned himself off with some tissues and was now tucking himself back into his pants. Giving his wife one last kiss, I quickly pulled out of her before offering them each a bottle of water.

They spent a few more minutes with me and then left, saying they hoped our paths would cross again on this trip. I had a feeling they were heading back to their own bungalow to relive the past hour or so in privacy. My dick twitched a little as I thought about Thomas sinking his member into his wife’s cunt, which was extra juicy thanks to me. Then I began to wonder what my own wife was doing, and since it was still pretty early, I decided to throw on some clothes and go find out.

I was heading down a path toward the bar, thinking that someone there might know where she’d gone, when I ran into Faith. I debated for a moment between continuing on my mission and luring our beautiful hostess back to my room. My cock was making its pitch for the latter unconstrained in my loose linen pants, it had already rebounded and was now pointing straight at its hopeful target. As I hoped that she wouldn’t mind my hard on, she took my hand and said, “I was just about to join Mark and Charlene in our bungalow. Care to join us?”

Did I ever! I followed Faith back to her place, where our spouses were just getting started. Somehow they’d both managed to get comfortable in the hammock on their patio, and were already embroiled in a hot and heavy makeout session. Mark’s hand was up the front of Charlene’s tank top, and he appeared to be toying with one of her nipples. Her hand was at his crotch, gently manipulating the bulge of his already hefty erection.

Wrapping my arm around Faith’s waist, I pulled her toward me for a kiss. When our lips met, my erection collided with her leg, so if she hadn’t already noticed, there was no way of hiding my arousal now. “I want you, too, baby,” she whispered. Then she said something else, which I didn’t hear because her words were drowned out by the sounds of the crashing surf coming in through the open window.

I caressed her butt through her dress, and she moaned softly into my mouth as she ground her body against me. This noise alerted the other couple, who stopped what they were doing to look at us. Then, without uttering a word, they extricated themselves from the hammock and came inside.

There were two queen size beds in the room, so Charlene and Mark took one and Faith and I fell onto the other. The other couple picked up right where they left off, with Mark’s hand beneath my wife’s low cut top while she caressed his erection. Unable to get enough of her large tits, he buried his face in her cleavage, and she started undoing his fly. I was glad to see that our entrance hadn’t inhibited them in the least.

Meanwhile, Faith straddled me and hurriedly untied the drawstring at my waistband. I lifted my ass so she could pull off my pants, and then she scooted down my legs, dropped her head and took my prick into her mouth.

My hips immediately lurched upward, and I practically shoved my length all the way down her throat. She managed to move with me, so only my crown remained encircled by her lips. She sucked only the bulbous knob for a moment, swishing her tongue in my slit to scoop up the drop of pre come that had materialized there, and then she inched slowly downward, until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

Faith started to hum, and the vibrations were so overwhelming that I couldn’t even force my eyes open when I heard the sound of shifting beside us. I wanted to see what Charlene and Mark were doing, but I couldn’t until Faith dragged her lips back up my shaft, allowing me to calm down a bit. Looking over to the other bed, I saw that Mark and Charlene were both naked. His head was between her thighs, and his tongue was busy at her cunt.

Mark flicked over my wife’s labia and then sucked each tender petal. Moving inward, he pressed down on her clit, and I watched her body start shaking. I also trembled as Faith’s mouth teased my shaft. To slow her down, I put my hands on her head to guide her movements, but it wasn’t long before she shook me off to climb up and straddle my torso.

I looked up at Faith, seeing her beautiful face and the undersides of her large tits. Then I glanced beside me again to watch another man licking my wife’s pussy. And from upstairs, I could faintly make out the sounds of bedsprings creaking and a headboard thumping as another couple or perhaps a threesome christened our swingers’ getaway properly.

My gaze returned to Faith, who was inching downward until her dewy nether lips enveloped my cockhead. Her heat was overwhelming, and it took a lot of discipline to keep from penetrating her with one hard thrust. But good things come to those who wait, so I let her remain in the driver’s seat. I felt her snug muscles closing around me as she slid lower, skewering herself on my length until her buttocks rested on my upper thighs.

She rose up, skimming over my shaft, and I sucked in air through my clenched teeth. My heart pounding rapidly, I looked over at the other bed and saw Mark and Charlene had also moved on. In their case, he was on top, slipping his impressive length into my wife’s pussy. I watched as she grabbed his asscheeks to pull him into her faster, and her desperate longing was such a turn on that my own ass began to rise and fall on the mattress in concert with hers.

Faith quickly adapted her rhythm to match mine, putting both hands on my chest to steady herself, or else she might have flown right off. I could feel her muscles pulsing around my cock, and her honey dripped down my shaft, keeping us both lubricated so she could ride me easily. I guessed that Charlene was also wet and ready, and since Mark was flying in and out of her, it appeared that I was right. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her heels bounced against his asscheeks as he bulldozed into her cunt. Then he reached down, grabbed her ankles and hooked them over his shoulders for greater leverage. I could now see the full length of his dick as he stroked it in and out, and she cried out at the increased pressure.

Seeing the pleasure he was giving my wife made me want to send his over the top. Faith was already exhibiting signs of nearing climax her pussy was quivering around my shaft, and she clutched at my chest more desperately. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to take even breaths, which made them jiggle enticingly. Reaching up, I took the tips between my fingers, hoping that some nipple play would up the ante and nudge her closer to orgasm.

Her reaction was immediate. She began bouncing so hard on my cock that all I could do was just lay there and let her work herself to climax. The exact moment that Faith cried out her bliss, I saw Charlene reach between her body and Mark’s to press down on her clit.

As Mark and Charlene worked together to reach their mutual orgasm, I endeavored to catch up with my partner, who was thrashing above me and whipping her long mahogany locks back and forth. That wasn’t difficult with the way her pussy was squeezing and releasing my shaft, as though it were attempting to extract my load. Charlene began whimpering, which she always does when she comes, and then, when Mark shouted, I looked over in time to see him pull out, grab his cock, and spray his load all over my wife’s stomach.

The sight was inspiring I let go of Faith’s tits and grabbed her waist to hold her securely against me. A second later, white hot cream shot through my prick and painted her insides. She moaned as my load filled her, but she soon wriggled out of my grasp to catch the last of my spray in her mouth.

With her lips parted and her tongue extended, Faith aimed my spurting dick at her open mouth. She looked hungry and eager to receive my load. Deep down, I knew that she was putting on a show for her husband, but I think I’m speaking for Charlene, as well myself, when I say that he wasn’t the only one in the room who found her actions incredibly hot.

Faith slumped over me much like Mark slumped over Charlene’s body. We were all sticky and sweaty, the ceiling fans spinning lazily overhead doing little to dissipate the muggy tropical heat. Eventually, someone got up and opened the rest of the windows, and we all basked in the after glow as gentle breezes blowing off the Caribbean cooled and soothed us. It had been a fabulously sex night and it was only the first of many in our swingers’ paradise.

“Come right upstairs. My husband will see to your bags.”

Our new guests followed my wife up the rustic wooden steps to the third floor. The young couple seemed thrilled with their accommodations, the woman practically cooing when I carried in their bags. “Oh, look at this view!”

“This place is huge,” her husband observed.

“Come on,” I offered, tapping his shoulder. “I’ll help you get the cover off the hot tub.”

Brooke and I had been vacationing in the mountains of upstate New York for years. We had always promised ourselves that if we ever came in to money, we would open our own bed and breakfast there. Five years ago, my grandmother left us a sizable chunk in her will, and not long afterward, we found our dream house. We sold our condo in the city and used the money to fix up the place, converting the third floor into a honeymoon suite, even adding a hot tub. The commute was hard on Brooke at first, but after the second year the place was doing well enough for her to quit her day job. I still wrote, of course, but it was easy to work that around my daytime chores. The place was charming, and many young couples found it quite romantic, visiting us for weekend getaways.

Brooke has always been a playful, adventurous lover, and when we struck up a friendship with a petite young guest of the feminine persuasion last year, it was Brooke who instigated a threesome. I could barely believe the night we spent with this little nymph, whom I’ll call Alexis, nor the rapacious appetite of my endlessly sexy wife, who took to sharing affections with another woman with such rabid enthusiasm that I happily spent half the time just watching. The sight of them kissing wrapped in each other’s arms, their breasts rubbing together, their legs intertwined was hypnotizing. When it grew to more than I could bear, I joined in the festivities I pumped each of them full of come, and watched the other eat it out of her freshly fucked pussy. I let them share my cock between them, one mouth on each side of my raging erection until I shot all over them. I had one ride my dick while the other sat on my face, then I had them switch. It was a weekend full of carnal pleasures.

The experience had been a giant leap forward in our relationship, and not just sexually. Once Brooke and I learned that we could trust each other with another partner, it added an extra bond between us. It was also the most exciting sexual experience we’d ever had. I had seen a look of lascivious hunger in Brooke that I’d never seen before, and now I saw her eyeing this new couple, whose names I was soon to learn were Adrianne and Dante, in exactly the same manner. Seeing this made me look at them in a much different way, too, as I realized that Brooke and I might be sharing more than just professional hospitality with them.

Adrianne was a leggy blonde beauty in her early twenties, and as ripe as they come. Her luscious behind filled her skintight jeans in a manner that was purely pornographic, and I found myself drawn to her gentle voice, cherubic facial features, and warmly dynamic personality. As I showed her how to work the hot tub, she explained how she and Dante were married only eighteen months, and still considered themselves to be newlyweds renting the honeymoon suite for the weekend had been irresistible. I smiled at Brooke, and told Adrianne that they had happened upon our place in the middle of our slow season there were no other guests staying with us. As I spoke, I noticed that Adrianne seemed to be eyeing me with a more than friendly curiosity, and as I turned, I thought I caught Dante stealing a glance at Brooke as well. If my hunch was correct, I sensed that our weekend was about to take an interesting turn.

Running a bed and breakfast has made my wife and I decent judges of people, and after we conferred, Brooke agreed with my instinct that she should be the one to approach the young couple and signal our sexual interest. Brooke makes wonderful desserts and baked a luscious Black Forest cake in the afternoon. When our guests returned from their dinner out that evening, she brought it up to their room with a pot of fresh coffee. “It’s complimentary thought you might like something decadent,” she told Adrianne, rolling in the dining cart.

“Oh, how very thoughtful of you!” Adrianne gushed. “Please come in.”

“That looks incredible,” Dante said. “Thank you!”

“We felt an immediate kinship with the two of you,” Brooke said casually. She was at the door when she turned back, her eyes no doubt shining as she looked at them with a boldness I knew well. “Every so often, we like to share with guests.” Then she looked back at the cake and said, “Enjoy,” before coming to tell me what she’d done. I thought she’d handled the situation perfectly, implying an invitation without being obvious about it, and leaving them room to refuse without embarrassment for anyone involved if it wasn’t their thing.

At eleven that night, Brooke and I were dimming the lights downstairs and about to retire, when Adrianne appeared on the stairs, her hands in the pockets of a dark blue terry cloth robe. “Hi,” she said with a friendly smile, seeming a bit shy as she peered down at us. “We were going to take a late night soak in the hot tub, and wondered if you’d like to perhaps . . . join us.” She stressed the word “join” in a manner most suggestive, and turned slightly, the edges of her robe parting just enough to let us know that she was naked underneath it. Feeling a rush of excitement I could barely contain, I told her that we would fetch our robes and be right up.

Brooke and I went directly to our basement apartment and undressed. Donning our robes, we rushed upstairs, hoping we hadn’t misunderstood the invitation. Our worries evaporated as Adrianne opened the door and was delightfully naked, her pretty blonde bush grabbing my immediate attention. She kissed us both on the cheek I could feel her perky breasts through my robe as she did so, and her truly hypnotizing behind sashayed back and forth as she led us to the tub, where her husband was already lounging. “Come sit by me, Brooke,” said Dante with a smile, patting the surface of the water next to him. He seemed quite casual as Brooke removed her robe, but Adrianne paid close attention, eyeing the succulent fullness of Brooke’s breasts and her soft black pubic hair. Brooke, too, seemed very relaxed and easygoing about skinny dipping with strangers, until Dante stood up, offering his hand to help her into the tub. There was an extremely impressive piece of equipment hanging between his legs, and Brooke couldn’t help gasping at the sight of it.

“Wow,” I muttered, doffing my robe. Adrianne laughed and made a fuss over my own respectable seven inches, running her hand affectionately down my chest and belly.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” she assured me, grasping my shaft playfully. She practically had to force me into the tub, because I couldn’t stop toying with her lovely breasts, their copper colored nipples irresistible to my curious fingers. Her skin was so soft, and the magic her hand made on my cock soon had me panting. “Come on, let’s get you in the water before you lose control of yourself,” she murmured in my ear, nibbling at my lobe.

My wife, meanwhile, was making quick friends with Dante, laying him back to fondle his ever stiffening member while she fed her breasts to his eager mouth. Before long they were kissing passionately. I’d had no idea that things would intensify so rapidly, but none of us seemed to have any pretensions about the reason we were all together in the tub. Adrianne and I were content to snuggle at first, fondling one another. Both of us, I think, found it powerfully erotic to watch our spouses with someone else.

Brooke guided her breasts over Dante’s cock. His shaft was still growing by the second, and Brooke stuck out her tongue and let it flick over the end of his cockhead as he began tit fucking her in earnest. Watching them drove Adrianne and I to such lust that I was soon leaning her over the edge of the tub so that she could still see, her truly wondrous behind sticking provocatively in the air for me to kiss and lick and probe. Brooke stroked him with her hand, pumping the shaft and sucking his cockhead into her mouth. My hands were all over Adrianne’s curvaceous ass, and I gently spread the lips of her pussy and licked her moist slit, slipping two fingers into her hole. She began moaning softly. “Oh, Dante, he’s good,” she whispered. “He’s gonna make me come! Oh, I’m coming!”

Crying out, her entire body quaked and her pussy welled with a fresh wave of honey. Brooke got so hot listening to her moans that she climbed right into Dante’s lap and sat down on his hard cock. Both of them groaned, and Brooke began playing with her breasts, pinching the nipples in front of Dante’s mouth while she wriggled on top of him. I was now running solely on instinct and mounted Adrianne where she was, sliding my cock into her hot pussy from behind. She inhaled sharply, giving a soft sigh as I pushed in all the way, filling her cunt, my pubis pressing against the smoothness of her rear end. I held my breath as I felt how snug she was, and froze with my cock buried in her until I could calm down. She was too delectable, and I wanted to savor her. I leaned forward and nibbled at the back of her neck. “Look at the two of them,” I whispered. “They’re doing what we’re doing, and they’re having just as much fun!” I pushed my cock even deeper inside the wet heat of her pussy, and Adrianne moaned.

Brooke was now bouncing up and down on Dante, feeding her breasts into his mouth. Her breath was coming in sharp little gasps, and I could tell by the motion of her hips that she was close to climaxing. Suddenly she sat down hard, churning her ass back and forth. “Oh, it feels so good,” she moaned as her climax hit her. Watching my wife come on another man’s cock filled me with a lust I’d never known, and I grabbed Adrianne’s hips and started slamming into her with vigor. Leaning on one arm, she reached down to play with her pussy while I fucked her, working her clit until she came again, her pussy clenching my cock in a wet, rhythmic embrace.

I flipped her over onto her back, raising her long legs and slipping back into her snug tunnel. I caught Brooke and Dante stealing glances at us and smiled, moving my cock leisurely in and out of Adrianne. Her legs parted, and she reached down again to play with her pussy. This turned me on like nothing else the lewdness with which she manipulated herself, the gentle, insistent teasing of her fingers as they brushed against my cock and, especially, the sinfully fetching look on her face. “Look at him,” I heard my wife whisper to Dante. “He’s going to come any minute!” She was right I was quickly approaching the point of no return. “Shoot it all over her belly so we can see,” Brooke pleaded. I found it terribly exciting that they were watching, and I could feel the hot load racing up the length of my cock. Pulling out, I let go without even stroking myself, my cock jerking in the air as it pumped spurt after spurt of hot cream onto Adrianne’s belly and breasts. If their hands had been free, I think Brooke and Dante would have applauded.

Seeing his wife involved in such carnal activity with someone else seemed to have the same effect on Dante that it had on me. Suddenly he was panting, his face flushed, his hands clamped onto my wife’s behind. Brooke wanted to make a show of his orgasm, too, and sprang off his lap to sit on the edge of the tub. She pushed her beautiful tits together in the most inviting way, and leered at him playfully. “Did you miss these?” she asked sexily, showcasing her tits. Dante was already on his feet, edging his cock closer so that Brooke could wrap her luscious jugs around it again.

They moved slowly, Dante savoring the smooth softness of Brooke’s skin. Adrianne and I kissed and cuddled while we watched. The head of Dante’s cock was a deep crimson, poking out of the tunnel she’d made. She couldn’t resist the sight of it, and my wife kissed and licked his big dick each time it got close to her mouth. I was already hard again, and Adrianne tugged lovingly at my erection. Carefully, she moved over my lap, facing Brooke and Dante, and sat down on my cock, her eyes still riveted to their performance. Dante’s control was admirable he loved fucking my wife’s tits, and wanted to make it last as long as he could, but Brooke was getting the best of him. Her nipples met over his rod, and she let them rub together. The sight was overpowering, and he was soon panting again.

“Give it to me, baby,” Brooke pleaded.

Dante moaned, and a shot of cream leapt out of his cock onto my wife’s cheek. He moaned again as he spurted. Brooke stuck her tongue out to catch some of his load as it shot out all over her face and tits, delighted that she’d gotten him so excited. Adrianne, in the meantime, was bouncing up and down on my dick, driving herself to another powerful climax. She released an urgent moan and sank down in my lap, her lush body writhing in ecstasy.

We all relaxed languidly in the tub, catching our breath. I found my robe and ran downstairs to fetch some bottled water for us. I returned to find Brooke and Adrianne in the middle of the tub, touching and cuddling, while Dante reclined on the edge, enjoying their growing ardor. I could tell by the look on his face that neither Adrianne nor her husband had ever done anything like this. “This is amazing,” he whispered to me as the girls began to kiss passionately, palming each other’s breasts. Their hands disappeared under the water, and their necking grew more intense. Brooke came first, gasping and shuddering. Then she brought Adrianne over by us and leaned her over the edge of the tub with her perfect little bottom sticking up in the air. Brooke smiled at us, and then bent to lick Adrianne’s folds.

Adrianne could barely contain herself. She came alive under my wife’s delicate touch, moaning as Brooke spread her nether lips with her fingers, and kissed and licked up and down her glistening slit. She teased Adrianne’s pussy hole with her tongue, and then began poking the tip rapidly in and out, driving Adrianne to the edge of ecstasy before backing off to kiss around her slit again. Adrianne was moaning softly, and Brooke did it again, tongue fucking her in earnest until she was a basket case, and then pausing to let her simmer down. Adrianne was almost crying in sweet frustration, and my wife smiled at us again Dante and I, of course, were paying rapt attention to their every move. With deft fingers Brooke spread the lips of Adrianne’s pussy, and began manipulating her clit with her thumb. She planted the lightest kisses over the creamy skin of her lover’s buttocks, working her way down the crack toward her asshole. When she got there, she wiggled the tip of her tongue, and Adrianne exploded, a moan escaping her clenched teeth.

Dante could take no more he quickly positioned himself behind my wife, and slid his rejuvenated member into her pussy from behind. Brooke was so wet, we could hear her pussy squishing as he fucked her. I leaned over to kiss Adrianne, still enraptured with what Brooke was doing to her. Adrianne grabbed for my rod, frantically trying to get it into her hungry mouth. She sucked at the head greedily, cupping my balls in her hand and moaning as my wife tongue fucked her pussy. Dante began slamming his cock into Brooke, making her moan.

It was wickedly exciting to see my wife enjoying another man’s cock so much she had never looked so beautiful, and I loved witnessing her pleasure. Adrianne, meanwhile, was gobbling up my meat, and I started to fuck her mouth. She made her lips nice and snug, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold my load. Brooke, however, was losing her grip on Adrianne’s hips because of Dante’s enthusiasm, leaving Adrianne desperate with need. Adrianne pushed me back on the edge of the tub and sat on my cock, bobbing up and down on my shaft. Her hips were smooth and naked, and she paused every now and then to rock them back and forth. Sharp, powerful orgasms hit her body, and she bathed my cock in a fresh flow of moisture with each new spasm. I clutched her behind and reached up to tease her rosy nipples.

Dante maneuvered his legs outside of Brooke’s, snaking his cock into her pussy, with his hands locked around her waist. She pushed her ass back against him energetically. With every stroke, her hole swallowed up his big dick as her fingers worked her clit. She glanced over at me and smiled wantonly, and I fell in love with her all over again. Adrianne leaned over to kiss me, moaning into my mouth as she climaxed again. Her pussy quivered, milking the load right out of me, and I gasped as I spurted right into her cunt. It was divine her body was clean, strong, and lovely, and I held her close as I lost control inside her.

Dante flipped my wife over on her back and spread her legs, sliding back into her pussy. Fascinated, Adrianne got up off me and leaned over to touch Brooke, caressing her shoulders, her collarbone, breasts and belly before sliding down to tease Brooke’s pussy as her husband fucked it. I ran my fingers gently through Brooke’s hair, and leaned over to kiss her just as she came. Dante went off inside her at nearly the same time, filling her up with a hot load of come. Adrianne got such a charge out of seeing him let go in Brooke that she shooed him out of the way, and dove between my wife’s legs to eat her messy pussy.

Brooke and I spent the rest of the weekend with Adrianne and Dante, and they’ve promised to visit us again. We have since exchanged affection with two other couples, always serving breakfast in the morning afterward with a smile!

“What’s all the commotion?” Joel asked from behind me.

“Someone brought in donuts,” I told him, looking in at the chaos in the coffee room.

“Aha,” Joel said, knowingly. “Feeding frenzy, is it?”

I nodded. I was desperate to make my way into the tiny kitchen to brew a fresh pot of French Roast, but there was no point entering while the sharks were still circling the pale pink box of powdered sugar confections.

“Why not go out for coffee?”

“I thought this would be quicker,” I explained. “Clearly, I was wrong.”

“Why don’t you come to my office while you wait?”

“You have coffee there?” I perked up considerably.

“Something even better.”

I looked at him.

“Quiet.”

I tilted my head. “Why would I need quiet?”

“You don’t need quiet,” he said. “I do. I want to tell you all the different things I fantasize about doing to you during my coffee breaks.”

“Do you only fantasize during your breaks?” I teased.

“Yeah. I figure those fifteen minute slices of time are mine. I make the most of them.”

We’d been dating for several months now, even though dating was strictly against company policy. Jelly donuts were probably against company policy, too. Smiling might even have been against the rules. I followed Joel to his office and watched him shut and lock the door behind us.

“Seeing all those people catfighting over donuts made me think of you.”

“Sounds like a Hallmark card,” I said.

He came closer and then put his arms around me. When I felt his warm hands on my skin, a sweet little shiver shot down my spine. He kissed my neck and whispered, “Cold?”

I shook my head. “Hot.” What were we doing? Getting busy at work? I knew I ought to stop the two of us, but I couldn’t. Joel with his clean cut good looks and deceptively hard body under those perfect suits managed to turn me on like no other man ever had. There was no way I was going to put on the brakes.

“What I mean,” he said, as he slowly undid the zipper of my houndstooth pencil skirt, “is that I would like to see people circling you. I’d like you to be the very center of a different type of feeding frenzy.”

I didn’t exactly understand, but I didn’t say no. He had his hand against the gusset of my red satin panties, and all I wanted him to do was slide his fingertips beneath the filmy material.

“Have you ever tried swinging before?” he asked. As he posed the question, he roughly slipped his fingers into my panties, touching my naked pussy. I wondered if he could feel the physical response my body gave him in answer to his query. I could. Immediately, I grew wetter. Why? Because I couldn’t believe he’d so easily stated my number one fantasy.

I shook my head, but at the same time I said quickly, “I’ve wanted to, though. I’ve never met the right person before. The right person to try that with.” That. The four letter word encompassed so many different images. “That” to me meant swapping partners, fucking in public, doing all the naughty little things I’d daydreamed and night dreamed and afternoon dreamed about for years.

His fingers were making circles over my clit. I wished we were somewhere I could lie down. My knees felt weak, and my breathing was coming hard and fast. I don’t know when I first heard the concept of swinging, but I’d found the idea immediately appealing. I yearned to be with a man, and yet to be shared by him to be with a man, and yet to watch him with another woman. This seemed like the best of both possible worlds. I would have someone to go home with, someone to trust and love and share my life with but I’d also have an extension of boundaries, so that the relationship never got boring, so that there was always something or someone new to see or do.

“Would you like to try that with me?” he asked, and as he said the words, he thrust two fingers inside me. I started to tremble, and he wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me steady. “I want to take you to a party, Lizzie,” he said. “I want to make you the center of attention.”

“Oh, God,” I sighed. I could hardly speak.

“Whenever I fuck you,” he said, “I fantasize about other people watching, about other men wanting to take my place.” He was undoing his pants now, getting out his cock. I still couldn’t believe we were going to do this at work we were doing this at work but there was no going back. “And then I want to watch while another man does you. And I want you to watch while I fuck another woman.”

The words were tearing me up inside. I couldn’t believe how sexy I found the concept. I’ll admit that there was a beat of jealousy I could almost taste the idea of watching a woman part her legs for my boyfriend made me ache but that was tamped down by how very erotic I thought it would be. Playing with emotions like that flipped my switch more than I can put into words. Joel put his arousal into action. He moved me so that I was up on the edge of his desk, and he slid my panties aside and thrust inside me.

“Tell me what you want to see,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want to do.”

I had the words right on the tip of my tongue. I’d touched myself to these images countless times. “I want to watch a woman suck your dick,” I said.

Joel groaned. He’d never heard me talk like that before.

“She has to be pretty, of course,” I continued. “And she has to have a pretty mouth, all slicked up with dark colored lipstick. I want to see her deep throat you. And while she’s sucking you, I want her guy to be fucking me from behind. Doggy style, you know?” Joel nodded. He knew. “I want you to watch his big, strong cock going into my pussy. I want you to think about what that feels like when you fuck me, and I want you to know that I’m squeezing his cock the way I squeeze yours.”

I gave a little example, tightening my pussy on his rod. Joel gripped my arms.

“And then I want you to take me home and fuck me yourself. I want you to slam inside me, knowing that you’re going where someone else just was.”

“You really want to do those things?” Joel asked, still fucking me fiercely. “Or are you just saying that?”

“I wouldn’t play you,” I told him. “I’ve craved something like this for years.”

Joel pulled out then and flipped me around, so that I was across his desk. He tore my panties all the way down and let me step out of them. I waited for him to start fucking me again, but he took his time. He parted my thighs with his palms, spreading me wide open before he re introduced me to his steel like rod.

“Tell me more,” Joel said as he plunged inside.

What did I have to lose? I felt as if Joel had found my secret treasure. There was no reason not to spread out the gold and catch the glitter. “I’ve never been fucked in public,” I said. “But I’ve always thought about it. Whenever I’ve seen a movie where it’s happened, I’ve wished I was the star.”

“Dirty movies?”

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Are there any other kind?”

“You’re so filthy,” Joel whispered as he came. “I like that in a girl.”

We made plans to go to a swingers party the following weekend. When I say “we,” I mean Joel. I wouldn’t have known the first thing about finagling the invitation, seeking pre approval, learning the hidden location. Joel took care of all the legwork. All I had to do was fantasize 24/7 and make myself come more times in a single week than I ever had in my life. I’d slip into the ladies’ room at my coffee break and bring myself to climax. At home, I’d wake up in the night from a dream about attending a party and touch myself while the images filled my brain. My hand ached by the end of the night.

Joel seemed to be operating in a similar heightened state of arousal. Whenever he could get his paws on me in the elevator, in the garage he did, grabbing me in his arms and telling me that soon everyone was going to know what a bad girl I was.

I couldn’t wait. He couldn’t either.

The theme of the party was 1940s. I was fascinated that there even was a theme. “Yeah,” Joel told me, “the hostess explained that she likes to create different themes to keep the guests entertained. Sometimes she does jungle, other times circus. This time, she said we should go for noir. Think movie sirens. Those screen goddesses of the black and white films.”

Without too much trouble, I found a suitable dress at my favorite thrift store. The navy blue number was formfitting, with buttons down the side. I put my hair up and used a delicate feathered barrette on the side, very ooh la la, very Black Dahlia. I already had stockings with seams up the backs, and I wore my favorite navy blue, stack heeled alligator pumps.

Joel had less of a choice wear a suit and look like a private dick, go more as a rebel, Mr. James Dean teen heartthrob, or do what he ultimately did: wear a real life sailor suit (his grandfather’s naval uniform) and look as if he’d been plucked from that famous end of the war kiss shot. The one I have framed in my bathroom.

When he picked me up, I almost told him to screw the party, I needed him to fuck me right then. I was a wreck. My body was all a tremor. I could not remember ever being this nervous or aroused before. This was like every first date jitter I’d ever had magnified by a million. Of course, I didn’t tell him to cancel the plans. After all this excitement and literally years of mental foreplay I was determined to see the night through.

We hardly talked on the ride over, except for Joel saying the sweet words, “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, Lizzie. We can only watch. There is no pressure on you to be,” he hesitated, “on display.”

Oh, but I wanted to be on display. I wanted to be exactly what he’d described the week before the center of attention. If people would circle intensely for jelly donuts, wouldn’t they act that way for me?

“Are there any things I should know?” I asked as we approached the loft. “Swinger rules? I’m a newbie, you know.”

“I could go down the list that the hostess sent me,” he said, “but I know you. You wouldn’t take pictures of anyone. You wouldn’t get naked on the balcony. You know no means no. It’s all basic information. Stick with me, and we’ll be fine.”

I couldn’t have stuck with him any tighter. My hand was practically welded to his. Joel gave our names at the door, and the man with a clipboard let us into the building. We went up an elevator to the top floor. I could already hear the noises inside. Once more, I had the thought to tell Joel to forget the party just do me in the hallway. Joel pulled me toward the door and knocked. A beautiful woman, dressed in similar fashion to my own outfit, but wearing that wine colored lipstick I’d imagined previously, opened the door for us.

She gave us each a smile, and I thought I saw her dark green eyes linger on my boyfriend. He’s a stud, well built, tall, devious looking. They don’t make them handsomer than Joel. But they do make them naked er. I realized that as I peeked behind the woman into the loft. There were already people in action. I felt my pussy clench in anticipation.

“Welcome,” she said, stepping back and letting us in . . . to heaven. Now that I could see even more clearly, I felt as if someone had rifled through my fantasies and then worked to make those visions come true. There were people talking, yes, standing around the perimeters of the room, or sitting on velvety sofas with glasses of wine in hand. But there were people making love, too, right nearby on a mattress covered with silken sheets. I sucked in my breath. Joel tightened his arm around my waist and steered me toward the bar.

“A drink,” he said. “Not many drinks, but one drink.”

I nodded. I kept staring at this one couple a man with longish brown hair and a stellar physique. He was fucking a blonde who had her legs over his shoulders. I wanted to go toward them. I wanted to touch them. I wanted, if I am to confess the truth here, to feel their heat. How crazy is that? But I possessed this desire to convince myself that they were real, that this was actually happening.

“You like him?” Joel asked. He’d seen where I was looking.

I nodded and shrugged at the same time.

“I can see that,” he said, and I heard the smile in his voice. Was my mouth open like in a cartoon? Had my eyes bugged out?

“What do we do?” I asked.

“We watch,” he said, “and we wait.”

I could do that. In fact, I could do even more than that. I could watch. I could wait. And I could get wet.

“Do you like her?” I asked, nodding to the blonde. I was interested in hearing his response. My hair couldn’t be any blacker. The blonde was like my photonegative.

“She’s not my usual type,” Josh murmured, “but there’s nothing wrong with trying something new every once in a while.”

I supposed he was saying that as a way to explain my attraction to Mr. Long Hair. Joel keeps his brown curls close cropped.

As if they’d realized we were talking about them, the man looked over at us. He winked at me, and I felt my heart beat faster. Then he motioned with his chin. Joel led me over to their mattress.

“Do you want to play?” the man asked.

They were naked. We were dressed. Something was very wrong.

I nodded. I think Joel said something that sounded like yes. But I didn’t know where to start, what to do.

“You’re new?” the woman asked. How odd to be so civil sounding while naked with a cock inside you.

I nodded again.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Just relax and have fun.”

I sat next to her on the bouncy mattress. She took my hand and put it on her lover’s cock, and then suddenly everything was clear. I began to help him, guiding his cock into her slippery wet pussy. Hadn’t I seen scenes like this in dirty movies before? Didn’t I know exactly what to do?

Joel was sitting on the other side of the couple, and he bent down and started to kiss the girl. Then things began to speed up. The man pulled out and grabbed me. Joel took over in his place. Even though we were still dressed, we’d paired off. The woman began to work on Joel’s sailor suit. The man undid the buttons on my dress. As he worked each one through the hole, I felt tiny shivers of lust ricochet inside my body.

“I’m Elizabeth,” I said, when he had me down to my undergarments. It seemed like the right time. “Lizzie,” I added.

“Edward,” he said, pulling my panties down. “My wife,” he nodded to the pretty blonde, “is Maxine you can call her Max.”

Max didn’t greet me herself. When I turned my head I saw she was already sucking Joel. I felt a beat of jealousy, but that melted away when Joel’s eyes met mine. We were together I could feel the strength of our bond. We were together, sharing this unbelievably sexy encounter. This wouldn’t break us in fact, it would make us stronger.

“Do you want to stay near him?” Edward asked. “Or do you want to find a different spot?”

“Near,” I said, and Edward lifted me and spread me out on the mattress next to his wife. She managed to give me a smile as she continued to deep throat my man. Edward slid on a condom and parted my thighs. I locked eyes with Joel as Edward prepared to thrust inside me. This was the moment this was the point where I could go forward or go back. Was I ready? Would I jump?

I moved so that I had my legs over Edward’s shoulders, the same move he’d been doing with his wife when we arrived at the party. I saw the glint in his eyes as he smiled at me and then plunged in deeply.

That first thrust was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Joel was watching me, Edward was fucking me, Max was sucking Joel, and we were all connected. The energy seemed to flow through the four of us. Perhaps it was tangible, because suddenly I noticed that we’d drawn a bit of an audience. The watchers the ones I’d spotted when we first walked through the door surrounded us. I blushed. I felt the heat in my cheeks. Edward said, “Are you shy? A shy girl at a sex party is that possible?”

Joel responded for me, “She’s the dirtiest shy girl you’ll ever meet.”

When I turned my head again, I saw that Joel was deep inside Max. They’d moved to a new position, and she was holding Edward’s hand as Joel fucked her. There was love in this gesture, and a thrill ran through me.

People were coming closer. There were whispers such as “Look at how big he is,” and I felt proud of Joel’s cock, knowing they were talking about him. Edward brought one hand to my lips, and I sucked on his thumb as he fucked me. I heard a man say, “She should have another cock in her throat,” and another said, “and one in her ass.” That thought brought me right up to the edge.

When Joel said, “Come with me,” I knew he was talking to me as much as he was to Max. I made sure I held his eyes as I finally climaxed, so that we were locked together, so that even though we were part of a foursome, we were still one.

Edward came with force and power. He ground his body into mine, making the whole mattress shake with his movements. Max came in short, twittering bursts, and someone in the crowd laughed at the “Oh holy fuck that was good” that she said at the end. Joel was far more quiet, moving slowly, never taking his eyes off of me.

I felt as if he were holding me with his gaze.

After we untangled ourselves, Joel helped me back into my dress. He turned into a sailor in a heartbeat, and we headed to the bar once more. Another couple took our place almost immediately, and the crowd tightened around them. I wasn’t envious. I’d had my turn in the center.

A feeding frenzy.

One thing’s for sure: I’d never be able to look at donuts the same way again.

“Holy smokes!” said my husband, Owen, staring at the computer screen. “It’s Carol and Troy!”

It was true. There, on a swingers web site, was a picture of our dear friends from up the street. We had known Troy and Carol for years the four of us had even vacationed together the previous winter. An extremely attractive couple, the two were nonetheless the most straightlaced people we knew or so we thought! I stared at the photo in disbelief. Carol was topless, her long blonde hair only covering the nipples of her large breasts. We were quite surprised and very interested!

In five years of marriage, Owen and I had more than once happened upon the chance of a threesome. When circumstances were right, we took advantage of the opportunity, once with another woman, and twice with another man. We found each experience exhilarating, and we were interested in taking things to the next level. Swinging with another couple seemed to be the next logical step.

“Should we?” I asked, eyeing Owen to see if the idea excited him as much as it did me.

“Send them a picture,” he said, smiling. “See what happens.”

I sent the message, and later that evening my cell phone rang. “This was such a nice surprise!” said Carol. “We would love to invite you guys over this Friday night, if you’re free.”

I told her that we couldn’t wait to play. “Owen and I would prefer, however, not to be separated as long as you guys are comfortable with that.”

Carol said it wouldn’t be a problem and was very reassuring. “Besides,” she added, “I think it would be hot for us all to be in the same room!”

Owen and I told ourselves that we would abstain from sex until the weekend, but we were unable to keep our hands off one another because we were so turned on. We could think of nothing else but having sex with our good friends.

My husband was already home when I got back from work Friday, and I jumped in and out of the shower, not wanting to delay the beginning of our evening. I slipped on a light flower print dress that had a clingy, formfitting bodice to present my 36C breasts in their best light. The garment’s hem fell below the knee, but my dress was slit all the way up on both sides, showing off my legs. My skimpiest G string was all I wore underneath it.

Troy answered the door, dressed the way he always was when he wasn’t working: light colored slacks and a polo shirt with the top button open to show a sexy hint of chest hair. He has puppy dog hazel eyes, and his curly hair is the color of bark. He always looked and behaved as if he belonged on a yacht. “Hi, kids,” he said with a smile, putting his hand behind Owen’s neck like a college professor might a prot g . “The margarita machine is this way. Come, my dear,” he said, his free hand taking mine, his puckered lips zooming in toward my cheek for a friendly peck. There was nothing in Troy’s demeanor to suggest anything between the four of us other than the usual friendly dinner get together.

After fetching a drink, I found Carol in the kitchen, wearing a thin turquoise wraparound skirt and a matching bikini top. She, too, kissed my cheek and gave me an affectionate squeeze. “We were really thrilled you guys answered our ad,” she said, handing me the salad bowl. I helped her bring dinner out to the table, and then called out for the boys. Conversation during our meal was casual, however there was a palpable sexual undercurrent. “Try the stuffed mushrooms, Owen,” Carol said, reaching to feed him one. She left her finger in his mouth for an instant. It was an electric moment, and the room grew suddenly quiet. I felt Troy’s knee brush against mine, and a chill went up my spine. Troy smiled at me. “So, how long have you guys been doing this?” he asked.

Owen gave a brief history of our exploits while Carol cleared the table. She brought in another bottle of wine and sat in Owen’s lap while Troy told us about the two of them. It was remarkable how similar their story was to ours. They had shared two experiences one with a woman, the other with a man. They had loved both occasions, and the idea of wife swapping seemed exciting. Troy’s eyes shone as he spoke, and I was becoming quite lost in them. When I glanced across the table, Carol and Owen were kissing.

Troy and I watched them, unable to look away. It really got to both of us, and we were soon making out like teenagers on a first date. When we glanced back, Owen was kissing Carol’s large breasts through her bikini, her dark nipples nearly poking through the material. I felt Troy’s hands move to my shoulders to slip off the straps of my dress, and I ran my fingers through his hair. At that moment, I felt ready for anything.

Owen untied Carol’s bikini top, and we looked over to see her magnificent breasts spring into view. Troy smiled, and I let my hand slide up his thighs to feel the bulge in his lap. Owen squeezed Carol’s breasts together and licked both nipples at once, sucking them into his mouth. I saw Carol’s hand disappear underneath her skirt. In the meantime, Troy had peeled down the top of my dress and was fingering my swollen nipples they were as hard as pencil erasers. I glanced over and noticed Carol looking right at us as Troy kissed my neck. Then Owen’s hand went to find hers, under her skirt.

We watched them while our hands traveled absentmindedly over one another. Owen slid off his chair and knelt down in front of Carol. With a wicked smile, he moved between her legs and slipped his head under her skirt. Carol giggled, and then her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, holding it for half a moment before letting it out slowly. I felt Troy’s hand sliding up the inside of my thigh and opened my legs, in a clear invitation to continue. I could hear slurping sounds coming from beneath Carol’s skirt, and she released a soft moan.

Troy’s fingers traced my slit. I felt the wetness beginning to seep out, and he spread it all over the lips of my pussy. I kissed him passionately while Owen shimmied up between Carol’s legs. He unzipped his shorts, and I got a flash of his hard cock as Carol grasped it and guided it underneath her skirt. Owen began to slide inside her, and she moaned again, looking right at me. At that exact moment, Troy’s finger slid into my wet pussy and I came, trying and failing to suppress my moans.

Seeing me climax had excited Carol even more. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she lifted up her skirt to show us Owen’s cock snaking in and out of her sodden blonde cunt. Her hand slipped down to stroke Owen’s shaft as he fucked her. She gasped suddenly and clamped her legs around Owen’s waist. “God, I’m coming,” she moaned, bucking toward him. I lifted my own skirt, exposing myself, and with Troy’s fingers buried in me, I began to play with my clit, massaging it until I came again. Mere minutes later, Owen gasped and grunted, emptying his load into Carol’s pussy.

Troy was on fire by this time. He pinched my nipples gently at first, and then harder. I finally got his trousers down so I could admire his cock. I held it between my thumb and forefinger, as a pearly drop of semen formed at the tip. I began stroking him gently, watching the pre come building and bubbling out the top of his shaft. Troy was breathing hard he was very close, but I took my time and enjoyed teasing him. After much stroking, I finally leaned down and flicked my tongue underneath the head of his cock, causing the first pulse to arc out onto his belly. I milked his big dick more slowly, and he moaned, shooting hot semen all over my face as I caressed his big balls. Then I kissed his cock, squeezing out the last precious drops.

There was a moment of relaxed silence, before Carol said, “That was so awesome,” and then we all cracked up laughing. With the ice broken, we felt comfortable enough to shed our remaining clothes and move into the living room. Carol flipped on the television with the sound on low, but no one paid it any attention. Troy and I were kissing and touching each other all over, and Owen couldn’t seem to let go of Carol’s lovely boobs. Carol suggested that since he liked them so much, he might enjoy putting his big dick between them, an idea Owen took to with great enthusiasm. In a flash, his cock was staring Carol right in the face, and she wrapped her beautiful tits around it.

Seeing his wife tit fuck my husband with such gusto her tongue and lips slurping all over the head of his dick as it poked out from between her luscious mounds of flesh made Troy’s cock extremely hard, and I wasted no time in jumping on it. I straddled him on the sofa, kissing him as I impaled myself on his meat. His penis had a wonderful shape curved slightly upward, with a large, wide head. It felt fantastic in my slippery cunt, and I rocked back and forth, loving the friction. My breasts were in his face, and he teased my nipples with his fingers, twisting them gently. I have extremely sensitive nipples, and Troy’s fingers were magic! I danced on his cock, shaking my tits in his face.

I heard some sighs and turned to my right. Carol was bending over the back of the sofa, while my husband knelt behind her with his face buried in her ass. I couldn’t tell what part of her he was licking, but I knew from personal experience how gifted Owen was with his tongue. I grew more desperate as I writhed on Troy’s cock, my arms wrapped around his neck as I rode him fast. His cock was hard, and I was getting excited, no longer able to control my moaning.

Carol was moaning, too, and she reached down to play with her pussy. “Oh, that feels so good,” she whispered. I knew Owen had to be licking her asshole, the way he liked to do to me, and then I was coming, my hips bucking, tears squeezing through my closed eyes.

Hearing me enjoy another man’s cock filled Owen with lust. When I looked over at him, I saw that he’d stood up and mounted Carol, right where she was. She clung to the back of the couch as he began slamming his cock into her.

I could tell how excited this scene was making Troy. His cock was pulsing inside my pussy, and I hopped off to tend to it with my hands and mouth. I loved its shape, and I ran my lips over its length, pausing to lick all around the swollen head and massage his big balls with my fingers. Troy sat back he liked watching me work his cock, and I kept my eyes glued to his as I serviced him. “You look uncomfortable, Troy,” I teased, taking his hand to pull him up from the sofa and sit him down on one of the chairs, facing Carol and Owen. I gave him a kiss and, turning, lowered my pussy onto his staff.

This simple act had a huge effect on everyone in the room. Troy adored the angle of penetration, and I certainly did, too my pussy was so wet that it made squishing sounds as I danced on his cock. Owen seemed to like it as well. He liked seeing me with another man and drove his dick into Carol’s cute blonde cunt with extra force. “Oh, God, yeah fuck me, Owen!” she cried. Owen took hold of her hips and pounded her hard.

Troy was breathing in little puffs. I slowed the rhythm of my hips because I knew he was close and I didn’t want him going off yet. I began to massage my breasts while I bounced in his lap, rolling the nipples between my fingers. Carol gasped when I slipped my hand between my legs, where Troy was slipping his cock in and out of my wet pussy.

What a sexually charged moment this was! Everyone was close to the edge, and all trying desperately to hold back and savor such extreme pleasure. Owen had slowed his assault on Carol’s pussy, his rhythm becoming much more sensual. In the meantime, Troy and I were building to a slow boil, trying not to let our rising heat get the best of us. It was ecstasy and torture at the same time, as the best sex always is, and we stretched it out for as long as we could. I knew it would take only the smallest nudge for us all to go over at the same time.

The suspense was incredible, and I quickly gave in to my impulses, increasing the pressure on my clit. Owen went first the sight of me playing with my pussy as I writhed on another man’s cock was irresistible and he moaned as he pumped Carol full of fresh come. This triggered Carol, and she went off like a firecracker, looking right at me.

“Oh, I’m coming!” I cried, sinking down and squirming on Troy.

Troy was bursting he’d been such a good host and done a lovely job of holding out for my enjoyment. Now he groaned as he took his reward, shooting his load deep in my tunnel. I felt his cock twitching inside my pussy with every blast of come he gave me. The feeling was exquisite, and enough to push me right back over the edge. I pinched my clit between two fingers, and came on his pulsing dick one more time.

After all of that hot sex, we needed a break. A fresh pot of Carol’s coffee was next. It felt a little weird at first we’d had coffee and cake in this room so many times, but never while naked! It was nice, though, and it felt very natural to be sitting among best friends. “God, he’s really good,” said Carol, sidling up to me. “He’s got a great big cock, too!”

“I really like that curve on Troy’s,” I said, smiling. “It’s like a living sex toy.”

“I seriously cannot tell you how many orgasms I’ve had on that thing,” Carol said, with such gravity in her voice that I couldn’t help laughing. In the meantime, Owen had taken Troy aside. There was much smiling and whispering between them. “What are you two conspiring about?” Carol called over.

“Oh, we were thinking of playing a little game,” Owen said with a smile, taking her hand and leading her into the dining room. Troy beckoned to me, and I followed them.

Carol was suspicious. “What game?” she asked.

“It’s called ‘Opposite Sides of the Table,’” Owen announced with glee, bending her over one side of the dining room table, while Troy did the same to me on our side. Carol and I now faced each other across the table. I saw Owen drop to his knees behind Carol, and at the same time felt Troy’s hands, moving north along the backs of my calves. His fingers slid lightly over my thighs, and a chill raced up my spine. Then I felt his mouth along the crack of my behind until it reached my asshole, and began kissing all over the sensitive skin surrounding it. I saw Carol’s eyes close, and I knew Owen was doing the same to her. A small moan escaped her lips before I felt the wet warmth of Troy’s tongue on my asshole. His thumbs were spreading the lips of my vagina, and he began poking his index finger in and out of my cunt as he continued to lap at my back hole.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I moaned.

The boys waited until Carol and I were both on the verge of climax, and then they stood up behind us and jammed us full of hard cock. Troy was moving in and out of me with such force that the china on the table was rattling! My husband, in the meantime, was taking a different approach with Carol, driving himself in to the hilt, and then grinding against Carol’s clit.

It was a nice game I had Carol’s husband buried in my pussy, her face inches from mine, as my own husband fucked her. It got very quiet in the room, and the boys grew vigorous, pushing harder, forcing us closer together. All of us were panting as my mouth drew closer to Carol’s. I felt the heat of her breath on my face, and I saw the excitement on hers. “Go ahead, Jan, do it,” Owen rasped. It was strange, how the thought would never have occurred to me, but it seemed impossible to resist now. I leaned forward and put my mouth on Carol’s mouth, kissing her the way I usually kissed Owen. I felt her tongue against mine, our lips brushing. It was soft and pretty, and with half closed eyes I saw a devilishly naughty smile on Carol’s lips. I heard Owen grunting as he gave her another load, and then Troy was filling my own cunt with his cream. Carol came so hard that I could hear her teeth grinding together, and that finished me. I milked the last drops of come from Troy’s still twitching member with the contractions of my pussy. It felt larger than life, sharing this side of ourselves with them.

Carol and I knew, of course, that the whole point of the boys’ game had been to get us to kiss. We took our good natured revenge half an hour later, relaxing in the living room. Carol couldn’t help fondling Owen’s big cock, and she smiled when he began growing in her hand. She started stroking it, bending to lick at the head until Owen’s dick was at full mast. I glanced down to see Troy on the rise as well, and marveled at their stamina. I told the boys to get back in the dining room, because Carol and I wanted to play a game, too.

“What’s it called?” Troy asked.

“Musical cocks,” I smiled, tousling his curly hair.

Carol nodded. “I like the sound of that!”

I scooted the boys into the dining room and sat them side by side on two chairs. Grabbing Carol’s egg timer from the kitchen, I set the alarm for three minutes, and then straddled Troy, sitting down on his cock while Carol did with same with Owen. I ground my pelvis against Troy and kissed him, feeling passionate with his dick buried in my cunt. Carol was feeding her breasts to Owen as she rocked in his lap she came almost right away. Minutes later, when the timer went off, I rose from Troy’s lap, much to his chagrin, and called out, “Switch!”

Resetting the alarm for another three minutes, I sat down on my husband’s big cock. I was wet, and it slid right in, making Owen gasp loudly. It felt wonderfully nasty to fuck him with Troy’s come still in my pussy. Owen was getting dangerously close to coming, when the timer rang again. All of us were really getting off on switching back and forth. The timer helped the boys last long enough for Carol and I to enjoy many orgasms before we finished them off.

Carol wanted to see Owen’s cock spurt, and so I jerked him off all over my tits. I wanted to watch Troy fuck Carol’s big breasts. She knelt between his legs and wrapped her beautiful tits around his shaft. Troy didn’t last very long after only a minute or so, he cried out and shot his load all over Carol’s tits.

The four of us have rarely missed a weekend together since. Without a doubt, we’re best friends forever!

Several years ago I bought my first copy of Variations at an airport gift shop on my way home from a business trip. I couldn’t put it down until I’d read it cover to cover, and when I got home, I left it conspicuously open on the night table by my wife’s side of our bed.

After she’d had a chance to read it, we got into some heavy foreplay, and I asked her which story turned her on the most. It turned out to be one of my favorites also. The wife of a college football coach had written about a weekend when her husband and the team were away for a big game. The team’s star linebacker, a big, good looking stud, had remained home due to a leg injury, and she had invited him over Saturday afternoon to watch the game on TV with her.

By the end of the first quarter, she was so hot for him that she couldn’t help herself. She found herself deftly unzipping his fly and hauling out his enormous cock. She fellated him to a full erection while he undid her bra and fondled her big tits. He went down on her and then fucked the daylights out of her the rest of the game and the rest of the weekend. The letter had a suitable ending when her hubby coach returned home on Sunday night and got an especially good fucking from his very horny young wife.

Thinking about the story got Valerie and me really turned on, and we had a great session that night. I asked if she’d like to try getting it on with another guy. It turned out there was someone she’d often thought about screwing. He worked at the same hospital where she is a nurse. She described him as a tall, very well built guy with a beautiful physique and said he ran the physical therapy department.

He’d asked Valerie out a couple of times and now I encouraged her to go ahead and have herself a totally uninhibited session with him at the first opportunity. She said, “Are you sure you won’t be jealous?” I assured her I’d be as turned on as she was just thinking about it.

The big night finally arrived. Valerie told Claude I was out of town and invited him back to our apartment after they’d gone out dancing. The previous evening we’d had an argument about my watching her get laid. Of course I wanted to see and hear everything, but Val was still too shy to let me watch her the very first time. We compromised and agreed I would listen to my heart’s content behind the closed bedroom door. To appease me, she invited her best friend, Chris, over for the evening to keep me company. I filled a surprised Chris in on what was to take place.

When Val and Claude appeared at about eleven o’clock, Chris and I were introduced as her friends who were “just in town for the night.” We’d be sleeping on the couch, while she and Claude retired to the bedroom and a big king size bed.

Chris and I pretended to be watching TV, but we were both totally absorbed with the sounds emanating from the bedroom through paper thin walls. I needn’t tell you what the sound of your wife having an orgasm is like, but try and imagine how you’d feel in my place, knowing she’s having her first extramarital fling with a big handsome stud who’s wrenching gut jumbling moans of pleasure from her. If you’re a woman, imagine how Chris felt, listening alongside me. What we could hear left little to the imagination. We both agreed it was the most outrageous turn on, and we wound up fucking on the living room couch.

By about two in the morning, my wife had completely lost any remaining inhibitions and invited Chris and me into the bedroom with her and Claude. Val and I watched Chris fellate Claude’s huge erection. Claude had a beautiful, big muscular body to go along with his cock, and it was exciting to see him kneel behind petite Chris and slowly ease his manhood into her cute behind. He fucked her silly while Val and I watched, fascinated. Soon Chris was having multiple orgasms and I got so hot I jerked off into Val’s open mouth.

Claude took so long to come in Chris that Val started to get jealous and asked him to please fuck her one more time. He told her to kneel down beside Chris and to spread her cheeks for him. Chris had gotten so lubricated that Claude’s cock was glistening with pussy juice. Before Val knew what was happening, she was taking a big cock up her asshole. The fit was tight, and Claude got really horny fucking my wife’s ass.

When he started to come in her, he was pumping so hard and so fast that I had to hold her down for him. Val’s screams of pleasure were muffled as his thrusts drove her head into the soft pillows and he ejaculated deep inside her. When she felt his warm sperm pulsing into her bottom, she gave my hand a real tight squeeze. I knew it meant “Thank you, honey, for a beautiful evening.”

Since that memorable first time, I have enjoyed watching my wife fuck a number of good looking, well built guys. It excites me more than I can say, and to enjoy sloppy seconds after another guy spills his load in Val is absolutely the best.

Mr. W.P., North Dakota

“Mmm, look at this weather.” I smiled at our pretty new neighbor. Denise had asked me over for a getting to know you glass of lemonade. Even though it was December, the temperature was in the mid eighties. She nodded toward the outdoor thermometer mounted on the fence. “Nearly eighty five. That’s why we moved here. I couldn’t bear another chilly Cleveland winter.”

As she talked, she rocked the porch swing back and forth, and I watched her. She looked like a model from a Norman Rockwell painting, her blonde hair all tousled and curly. Her eyes were that crystalline blue of a cloudless summer sky, or a winter sky, if you live in Arizona.

“Would you like to swing, Athena?”

“Swing?” I repeated. “Sure.” I assumed she was referring to the porch swing she was sitting in, and I walked over and sat by her side.

“Oh, good,” Denise said. “Jack and I were hoping you did. I couldn’t tell for sure. But there was something about you. I sensed it when we first met.”

Something that let her know I liked to swing? Feeling confused, I simply nodded and smiled and took another sip of the pink lemonade. But when Chet came home from work, I casually mentioned the conversation to him, and he started laughing.

“You didn’t, Athena.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Jack was talking about swinging the other day, too. But, baby, he wasn’t talking about porch swings.”

I looked at Chet, baffled for a moment, and then he took me in his arms and nuzzled his lips against my neck. “You know that fantasy we’ve been talking about for years and years? The one where you and I and another couple get together and . . . ”

I felt my cheeks turn pink as I whispered the word: “Swing?”

“Uh huh.”

I tried to think of exactly how I’d reacted to Denise’s query. I’d been calm, hadn’t I? I started giggling, a nervous habit. “We’re going there tonight for dinner,” I told him, “and to swing.”

Chet held me even more tightly. “Oh, Athena. Can you feel how hard that makes me?”

“What exactly did you and Jack talk about the other day? I thought you men were only praising each other’s rides.” On the afternoon our neighbors had pulled up for the first time in their vintage Mustang, I’d thought that maybe Jack would make a good friend for Chet. My man has driven classics his whole life.

“We were talking about each other’s rides,” Chet said, rubbing against me so I could feel his erection through his slacks.

“I meant cars,” I said.

“I didn’t. Jack said you were a hot little number, and I agreed and returned the compliment to his wife, and then we started . . . ” As Chet spoke, he began undressing me.

“You started,” I prompted.

“It was just guy talk, but I guess a little deeper than your average bullshit session. He said that he and Denise were really happy to move here, but sorry to leave another couple behind in Ohio. A duo they’d played with from time to time. By playing, he didn’t mean poker.”

I was down to my candy striped panties, and as Chet continued speaking, he stripped out of his own clothes. I watched the reveal of his lean, muscular body with as much anticipation as I always do. Chet has ocean blue eyes and straight blond hair, and the type of body that turns a girl’s head. My man keeps himself in tip top shape. Even after nearly a decade of marriage, he has maintained that lifeguard body I fell in love with the first summer I saw him manning the university pool.

“Athena, I can’t wait,” he said, stating the obvious. I’d felt his arousal while he was still clothed. Now that he was nude, I could see for myself that his cock was rock hard and ready for attention. I couldn’t help but put my hand out and stroke him from tip to base. Chet groaned and said, “I know what’s going to happen tonight, and I know we should pace ourselves, but I can’t fucking wait. I have to be inside you.”

“What do you mean? What’s going to happen?” I asked, breathless as he finally pulled down my panties and bent me over, right there in the center of the kitchen. I put my palms on the floor to steady myself as Chet gripped my hips and let me feel the head of his cock against my slick opening.

“He’s going to fuck you, and I’m going to fuck her and oh, baby, it’s going to be so sexy.” His cock was hard and ready, and he thrust inside me at a quick tempo, right from the start. Obviously, this evening’s foreplay was talking about what was going to happen. Because even though his body was bringing me bliss, the words he spoke were what took me to the next level.

“You’re going to fuck her?” I asked.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Like you fuck me?”

“Just like this. Bent over, so I can caress her sweet asscheeks and feel her clench me, exactly like you’re doing now. Did you see the way her ass looked in those little cutoff shorts she had on the other day when she was out watering the lawn?”

“Yeah,” I said, not really thinking about her shorts or her ass at all. I was lost in something else Chet had just said. “Jack’s going to fuck me?”

“Oh, you bet he is,” Chet said, “he’s going to fuck you so damn hard, just like you like it. Just like you need it. And your pussy is still going to be wet because I fucked you first.”

I moaned when he said that. There was something so dirty in that thought. Chet put exactly what I was thinking into words.

“God, I like that, Athena. I like the image of him sliding his cock in and out of the wetness you and I made.”

I was already so close to coming I could hardly speak, but I forced myself to continue. “Are you going to talk dirty to her?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you are. I think you’re going to tell her she’s a little slut, the way you talk to me.”

I have to admit that the emotions running through me were confusing. I was excited, aroused and maybe a little bit jealous but jealous in a good way, if that makes any sense. The thought of my man fucking the sultry blonde Denise was turning me on so fiercely I could almost have climaxed simply from the image. Knowing that Chet was going to let Jack fuck me, well, that was icing.

The truth is that we had talked about this situation for years and years, always hoping that we might connect with another kinky couple, a duo with an equally strong erotic appetite, one who would finally fulfill this most treasured fantasy. Occasionally, we’d meet couples at dinner parties, or through work events, but no relationship had ever blossomed the way we’d wanted. In fact, by now I’d decided that all we’d ever have with another couple was a fantasy.

And now look at this. An attractive twosome had actually moved next door to us and they appeared to want to play the way we’d always imagined.

But could this really come true? So quickly? We had only talked with Jack and Denise a few times. Do people honestly connect so fast? I started to put this query into words breathless words, as Chet was still fucking the daylights out of me but he chided me with two other words. “Remember us?”

Of course I did. We’d made love on our first date, before dinner even, as if we needed to get it out of the way. All summer, we’d flirted with each other made that kind of sizzling eye contact that lets the other person know that you want what they have to offer. We’d already seen each other’s body because we’d met at the pool and we both were as horny as hell. When he’d picked me up at my apartment, he’d literally picked me up, in his arms, and taken me right to my bedroom.

“You do remember, don’t you?” he said softly, his cock still pounding inside me. “Remember what you said, remember what you did?”

Perfectly. I had said, “Please. Can we, please, Chet, don’t make me wait.” My excitement was too strong to worry that he might think I was a slut. He’d known exactly what I’d needed, what I’d wanted. I had worn a semi sheer sundress, and I’d simply pulled up the hem and slid aside my panties. He’d fucked me then like he was fucking me now. With the speed and drilling rhythm that takes me almost to the finish line before the starting gun even fires. He’d made me come twice before dinner. That seemed to be what he was going to do now.

“You want him to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked me.

I nodded. He wrapped his fist in my long, dark hair. “I want to hear you say the words, Athena.”

“I want Jack to fuck me,” I said, stuttering, because I was coming as I said the words. “I want you to fuck Denise, and I want to think about your cock driving inside her while he’s fucking me. I want to hear her moan. I want to hear your voice.” I hoped I wasn’t babbling because everything felt as if it was welling up inside me at once. “And when we get home, I want you to fuck me again.”

“You’re so filthy,” he said softly, his voice low and deep. “Are you going to suck him?”

“Do you want me to?” I was asking for permission. Because as soon as he’d thrown out the idea, I found that I definitely wanted to.

“Oh, yeah, baby. I want you to suck his cock to the root.”

I made a little whimpering whisper as he said the words. I could imagine sucking off Jack. In my opinion, he was as handsome as my husband, but like the dark haired version. Jack was dark on dark. Almost black eyes, fuller lips, thick curly hair.

“I want him to feel those sweet lips of yours wrapped around his rod. I want him to think about the fact that I get to feel those lips every night.”

Like I said, his words were what did the trick, taking me higher and higher, so that I came again, even more powerfully than the first time. He thrust into me, and then he slid one hand along my flat belly and down to my pussy. As he climaxed, he tricked his fingertips over my clit, so that my orgasm felt endless. And as I came, I thought about Jack and Denise, and the two of us with them, and swinging.

But then I remembered something. “What did you say when Jack told you he thought I was a hot little ride?”

“I said, ‘If you give her some stick, she’ll purr all night long.’”

As the rush of orgasm started to wear off, I began to worry. What if Chet was wrong? What if all Denise had meant was dinner and a swing on the porch? What if Jack had been teasing?

I stared into my closet trying, to decide what to wear. Should I go with a wholesome look, like my red gingham dress and a pair of tie up espadrilles with cork soles, or something more naughty like white Daisy Duke cutoffs and a tiny printed halter?

Chet peeked at me around the door of the closet. “What’s wrong, doll?”

“What do you wear to swing?”

“Hopefully, not much.”

“Well, I’m not walking over there totally naked,” I told him. “What if all they want to do is swing?”

“Then I’ll give you a push.”

I went with the gingham. Chet grabbed a bottle of wine, and we headed down the steps and path from our house and then up the path and steps to their house. I prayed that there would be some simple sign to let us know what we were in for. Something in neon would be preferable. But even after Denise opened the door, I still couldn’t tell. She had on an adorable yellow sundress and gold ballet flats. Jack, like Chet, had on worn in Levis and a t shirt. They were both dressed in casual picnic attire. There was nothing inherently sexy about them, but there was a vibe. I could feel it when Jack kissed me on greeting, and when I turned my head and saw the way Denise greeted Chet well, then I was sure. At least, more sure. A little sure.

Gosh, I hoped someone would make me totally sure soon give me a push, like Chet had said. That’s all I needed. Ultimately, that’s all Denise did. She said, “Would you like a tour?”

“Of course,” I told her, accepting the glass of white wine Jack offered.

“I’ll take Chet, and Jack will take you.”

Take me, I thought. Take me, Jack.

But take me where? On a tour. Or on more than a tour? I looked at Chet with questioning eyes, and he gave me his classic smile. The one that let me know everything was fine no matter what happened next. And what happened was that I finally got that push. Denise pushed me toward Jack, who took one of my hands and led me down the hall to the master bedroom, and to the swing.

It was right there in the center of their room. I’d never seen a swing like that, and I started laughing with relief. I’d wanted a small sign. But this was big, bold and black.

“What do you think? Do you want to try it out?”

My laughter stopped and a wave of trepidation flooded over me. Then I remembered what Chet had said to me earlier: “We’ve always wanted to. Why not? Why not just give it a . . . swing.”

“I’ve never ” I said softly.

“We’ll go slow,” Jack promised. “You won’t even have to pump.”

I started giggling again, until he unzipped me. His hands were big, like Chet’s, but different. The difference was what made me wet. Not that I don’t get wet with my man but this is what we’d always talked about. How unusual it would be to have another man touch me and another woman touch him. My face started to feel warm, and I would have swallowed the remainder of my wine if Jack hadn’t taken the glass from my hand and helped me out of my dress.

The matching bra and panties made him smile. “You put on something nice for me,” he said.

I nodded. I hadn’t known for sure yes, or no, swing or sway but just in case, I’d worn my favorite dove gray satin undies.

He kissed me. I felt his lips on mine, felt mine respond, thought of where Chet was and wondered what he might be doing to Denise. My panties got even wetter as my imagination took over.

“Are you wondering what they’re doing?” Jack asked, and I looked at him, surprised.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking. How did you know?”

“I’m not a mind reader. It’s natural. He’s with my wife, and I’m with you and we’re all thinking of the same thing. What are they doing? And that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? I know you’ve never done anything like this before. Chet said you’d always wanted to, but you never found anyone right. But trust me, Athena. This isn’t just a night. What we’re doing right now is going to spark so many sexy escapades for the future.”

“What do you mean?”

“Later on, you’ll tell him how I had you up in this swing, how I parted your legs, how I pressed my face to your pussy and licked you until you came.”

My knees started to give then, which was fine, because Jack helped me out of my bra and panties, then lifted me up and sat me in the swing.

“I’ve never ” I said again, but my voice sounded different this time.

“You know, Denise has such good instincts about people. She had that feeling. She thought you guys might be new to this.”

“But we’ve always talked,” I said.

“That was the way Chet put it,” Jack continued, “when we were out there in your garage, shooting the shit the other day.”

I thought about that. Why hadn’t Chet told me right away? Maybe he was waiting to see if this fantasy would actually come true. It started to then, when Jack bent and did exactly what he’d promised. He began to eat my pussy. Holy fuck that felt good. The whole time he licked me and nipped at me, I thought of the fact that Chet was undoubtedly doing something similarly sexy to Denise.

Was she sweet, too? I wondered. Would I be able to taste her later on his lips or on his cock?

That thought made me so excited, I almost came right then on Jack’s tongue. He seemed to sense my arousal, because he suddenly stopped licking me and said, “Do you want to? I mean, are you ready?” Suddenly, he seemed to be the shy one. And I was the one to take charge. I said, “Oh, yes. Fuck me.” That was all the encouragement he needed.

I’ve been with Chet for ten years now. I know his cock like I know every other inch of his body. So watching Jack undress was an odd sensation. I felt as if I was seeing something I shouldn’t be, as if I ought to look away. But I knew that he wanted me to watch, that he wanted me to see him pull his shirt over his head, kick off his boots and his Levis.

He was hot broad chested and muscular. He lost his boxers quickly and came toward me. I was so impatient, wriggling and squirming, that I realized I was rocking the swing. Jack laughed. “You look so beautiful,” he said, “so slick and ready. Your pussy is positively glistening.”

I swallowed hard when he said that, and I shivered all over when he ran his thumb between my pussy lips and gathered up a bit of my dew on his thumb. He licked the juice off before gripping the bands of the swing and pulling me toward him. And then we were connected.

Being fucked by a new man was startling. Jack’s dick was different a little thicker, not quite as long. But dare I say it just as sexy. He thrust into me, and he used the motion of the swing to pull me back against him. Again, I wondered what Chet and Denise were doing. Were they on another swing, or were they simply swinging?

“Did you talk about what might happen?” Jack asked, his voice sounding raw.

I nodded. I was caught in two worlds my head playing tricks on me, making dirty movies of Denise and Chet together, my body being taken by our handsome neighbor, who had a cock of gold. He was stroking me with such finesse that I pressed pause on my mental movie and focused more intently on the action at hand.

Had Chet told Jack what I like? I guessed that he might have, when they were doing their manly chitchat in the garage, because Jack started talking to me, and talking dirty always makes me hot.

“Your pussy is so wet, girl,” he said, seemingly in awe.

“That’s because Chet fucked me first,” I confessed. I wasn’t sure how Jack would feel about that, but I knew Chet would have liked me sharing this tidbit. Jack actually laughed. “We had sex before, too,” he said, a smile creeping across his face. “Thinking about what was going to happen tonight, we couldn’t wait.”

“Neither could we.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he said. “I like the way your pussy feels on my cock. All hot, and wet, and sweet.”

I bit my lip, listening to him and his dirty talk, feeling his cock inside me. I was so aroused, I knew I was going to come quickly. I wondered if he’d know that, if he’d sense I was on the cusp. Chet would have, but he’s been in me more times than I can count. Was he in Denise now? Would he know when she was on the verge?

As that thought ran through my mind, Jack surprised me. “You come, Athena,” he told me. “Come now, and I’ll make you come again, and again, and again.”

At his words, I stopped thinking about my man and Jack’s girl and nearly everything else and started to focus on the fact that I was climaxing. The sensations rocked through me, and Jack played out the ride, moving the swing in time to my own inner beat, taking me higher and higher and higher.

When we met up in the living room afterward, Chet took me in his arms and kissed me. I turned my head and saw Denise and her man embracing nearby.

“It was good, wasn’t it?” Chet murmured to me. “As good as we’d always hoped.”

I nodded, and Denise started to laugh. “I told you,” she said to Jack. “All they needed was a push.”

My wife, Alice, is aggressively sexual and incredibly creative in bed, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t got a shy streak. When friends of a friend invited us to their big end of summer swing party at their home across town, Alice’s first reaction was, “Oh, I can’t wait!” A moment later, she tempered her enthusiasm with, “I hope we’ll know some of the other guests.”

It was Alice’s insatiable appetite for sex that helped her overcome her innate shyness years ago and, ultimately, led us to the swinging lifestyle. It’s only the larger soirees with fewer familiar faces that still give Alice a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. She needn’t have worried about the Labor Day affair, though. In fact, we were in for quite a pleasant surprise.

We got to the party late chalk it up to traffic and a wrong turn or two. We had never been to Jim and Donna’s house before. When we finally arrived at their sprawling ranch home, the party was in full swing. Donna, a good looking redhead of thirty five with a sexy smile and a body to match, welcomed us in. Her outfit consisted of a fire engine red bustier that accentuated her breasts, black thong underwear, garter belt, stockings and pumps. I felt my cock bulging in my pants.

Beside me, Alice’s face was lit with excitement as her slate blue eyes scanned the room. I saw the usual trace of nervousness, too. That would wear off soon enough, especially if she recognized a friend or two, someone with whom we had been intimate before. Then Alice would warm up fast, and the wild vixen inside her would take over, leading her into the center of some of the hottest, most tempestuous action in the house.

In the room where we stood, people were socializing in small groups. Alice turned more than a few heads, and with good reason in her dangerously short leather skirt, fitted jacket and boots, she oozed sex appeal. She had a lot of creamy cleavage showing, and her bare thighs were equally alluring.

Jim came over to give Alice a hug and shake my hand. “Make yourselves at home,” he said, before moving off to greet another newly arrived couple. From elsewhere in the house came the sounds of boisterous activity, highlighted by the salacious moans and cries of people in the throes of passion. That’s where the action was.

I took Alice by the hand, and we followed the lively sounds of sex play down a hallway. We wound up in a large playroom where close to a dozen people, all naked or nearly so, were thoroughly engrossed in carnal pleasures. This was the party’s nucleus, and I was eager to get involved. On the couch to my left, a sexy middle aged brunette with generous breasts sat astride a strong looking guy and bounced vigorously atop his cock. Up against a wall to the right, a couple of captivating young women were making out and rubbing their tight, nubile bodies together. Farther beyond, a man was fucking a stiletto heeled woman missionary style while another man knelt near the woman’s face and fed his cock to her. The hottest amalgamation, though, was back in the corner, where a scintillating threeway was in progress on a large futon. At the center of the action was a platinum blonde woman with an amazingly gorgeous body. Moaning passionately, she lay atop a dark haired girl in a delicious looking sixty nine while a man sawed his dick in and out of her pussy from behind. I couldn’t see her face well, concealed as it was between the brunette’s thighs. A few other people sat or knelt close by and watched, touching themselves or reaching out to stroke the attractive participants. I found myself moving in that direction alongside Alice, who was just as riveted as I was. With each step I worked at the buttons of my pants, anxious to free my cock. It was as hard as forged steel by then, and desperate to take part in the erotic proceedings.

“Holy shit! Carson? Alice!” came a familiar voice from behind me. My wife and I stopped in our tracks and turned in unison and that’s when we got our surprise.

“John! What are you doing here?” I stammered.

“Same thing you are, pal,” said my friend from the non swinging world. He wore only a robe and a smile. John was a teammate of ours in a co ed softball league, along with his wife, a bombshell of a woman named Julie. We had a game every Saturday afternoon Julie at third base, John at second, Alice behind the plate, and me in center field. Naturally, Alice and I had gotten to know them pretty well, but I’d never expected to find John at a swingers party.

As the shock wore off, I began to realize the possibilities. Next to Alice, Julie is probably the hottest woman I’ve ever known. She is several years younger than John, and a couple inches taller, too but he’s only five seven. Julie’s one of our best players, but what I like even more about her is how she takes such pleasure in wearing skimpy shorts and tight t shirts during games. She’s obviously proud of her toned, fit body, and who wouldn’t be? I had dreamed of fucking her many times, but I had never picked up any indication that she and John might be into swinging.

As for John, what he lacked in height he more than made up for in charisma. The other women on the team always gravitated toward him. Alice was not immune to his charms I even recalled her saying on the way home from the ball field one afternoon that it was a pity John and Julie weren’t in the lifestyle. It’s funny to think we never questioned that assumption, and how wrong it turned out to be.

“Is Julie here, too?” Alice asked.

“Of course she’s here,” John replied, laughing. “She’s right there, with Betsey and Mac.” He pointed, and suddenly I realized that the hot blonde at the center of the threeway we’d been watching, the one who even now was moaning with pleasure as she rubbed her face in the other woman’s sex this was indeed Julie, our third baseman. She looked up from Betsey’s cunt just then and shot us a smile that made my cock leap another inch. Her green eyes were filled with lust, and her mouth was sloppy with the other woman’s juices.

“Hey, you two,” she said, rocking forward on her hands and knees with every thrust from Mac behind her. She didn’t appear surprised to find Alice and me at the party, or maybe she didn’t have room for any other emotion but desire at the moment. “Don’t just stand there,” she declared, looking squarely at me. “Bring your cock over here so I can suck it.”

Believe me, I wasted no time in whipping out my erection and positioning myself in front of her face. She took hold of my throbbing staff and dropped her open mouth over the fat crown, turning her threeway into a fourway. From the corner of my eye I saw Alice watching, taking pleasure from my pleasure, and that made it all even better. Julie cupped my heavy balls in her palm and, half crazed with lust, she fell to sucking me. Her full red lips formed a perfect “O” around my prick as she bobbed back and forth, making the shaft slick and shiny with her spit. Mac pumped Julie harder, driving her forward, which forced my cock deeper into her throat. Julie yelped excitedly and sucked my dick more ardently than ever. As soon as I felt like I was going to come, she sensed it, too, and released me, which allowed me to hold off while she lowered her face to Betsey’s shaved sex again. She worked Betsey up to a fever pitch with her tongue, then raised her head and resumed feasting on my cock. I worked my fingers into her wild blonde hair and rocked pell mell into her mouth.

Looking from Julie’s face over to Alice, I was excited to see that my wife had gotten undressed and was lying back on the floor with her knees raised, presenting her sex to John. He had discarded his robe and was lying on his stomach with his face between Alice’s thighs. She had waxed her pussy for the occasion, and she held open her smooth labia with two fingers and sighed pleasurably when John pressed his mouth to her. I could hear him lapping away at her folds as he sought out her clit. Alice caught my eye, and we exchanged a private smile, each of us enjoying the incredible thrill of the moment. I knew we would have mind blowing sex at home for the rest of the week, merely from thinking about this liaison with Julie and John.

Beneath Julie, Betsey was really desperate for release. Julie lowered her head once more I had a quick glimpse of her lips closing over Betsey’s clit. The prostrate girl came within seconds, loud enough for everyone in the room to pause and look over. Mac shot his load a moment later as he clutched Julie’s hips, and then he sat back, breathing hard.

Julie rolled off Betsey and the pretty woman gave her a kiss, no doubt tasting herself on Julie’s lips. Then Betsey and Mac headed off, both a little weak in the knees, to find a snack in the kitchen. I was still revved to the max, however. Fortunately, Julie was, too she stretched out on her back on the mattress and held her arms out to me. “Come on, Carson,” she said, grinning. “Get out of those clothes and fuck me.”

In my eagerness to enjoy the pleasures of Julie’s mouth, I had put off undressing. Beside me, Alice laughed I’m usually one of the first to get naked at swing parties. Quickly I stripped everything off and knelt between Julie’s legs. Her pretty pussy was as bald as Alice’s, except for the wisp of flaxen colored pubic hair at the top of her slit.

“You’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time,” she said, wiggling her hips impatiently. “Let’s do it.” I aimed my cock at the opening between her puffy nether lips and slid in, all the way to the hilt. Julie grunted, adjusting to my dick’s weight and girth. “That’s a nice fit,” she purred.

Holding myself above her on outstretched arms, I kept still for a moment and took stock of her lovely body. Even flat on her back, Julie’s lovely breasts were shapely. I dipped my head, took one stiff nipple between my teeth and applied gentle pressure. Julie gasped and arched her back, and her hands raked my sides.

“Now show me how you use that cock of yours,” she pleaded.

I withdrew partway from her, and then slammed home again, filling her up. Her sex clutched around my rod, milking me. We began to move together, faster and faster, as I thrust and she parried. Soon we were both slick with sweat.

“That’s it, buddy,” John said beside us. “Give my wife the fucking she needs.” He was on his back with my lovely wife sitting atop him, riding his pole. I looked on, enjoying the sight of Alice’s fine body as she bounced up and down, squeezing her breasts. John seemed content to let Alice take charge. He had a thick penis, I saw. The petals of my wife’s sex were stretched wide to accommodate his portly shaft. She got her feet beneath her and really let go, rising and squatting on John’s fat cock until the deep sensations overwhelmed her. “Oh, I’m coming!” Alice squawked at last. Quivering all over, she clawed at John’s chest and ground her clit against his root. I knew firsthand the effects of Alice’s sweet clenching pussy, of course, so I wasn’t surprised when John grunted harshly a moment later, seized Alice’s hips and gave up his seed.

Watching my wife in the throes of such unbridled passion, coupled with the velvety grasp of Julie’s sex all along my tool, was more than enough to send me over the edge. “That’s it, fill me with come!” Julie rasped, and that’s what I did. My cock pulsed again and again, shooting deep inside her until my balls felt completely drained. The intensity of my orgasm seemed to set Julie aflame, too. Arching off the mattress, she squeezed her breasts and clamped her thighs around me as she yammered something unintelligible. Her climax went on for quite some time. When at last she regained her senses, she crawled over to Alice and lapped up her husband’s cream from my wife’s hole.

The four of us were among the last to leave that night. Before we did, we made a date to hold our own private party after our next softball game. The following weekend, our team ended up winning that game handily, due in part to the fact that we four were so pumped up with anticipation for our private nightcap.

As soon as the last out was made and the high fives were complete, Julie and John accompanied Alice and me back to our place. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves in the bedroom. We dropped our clothes and equipment all over the floor and piled onto the bed together.

For the next few minutes, John and I watched our wives explore each other’s body. Julie traced her fingers over Alice’s perky breasts with obvious appreciation, then bent and licked her pointy nipples, making my wife sigh contentedly. I know now that Julie is bisexual, but at the time, her enthusiasm for Alice’s body was an exquisite surprise. Alice soon returned Julie’s favors, filling her mouth with her friend’s cherry colored nubs. At that point John got to his feet beside Julie and aimed his big dick at her lips. She smiled up at him, opened her mouth and swallowed his meat. Watching her give him head made me want the same experience, so I presented my cock to Alice, who flashed me a lecherous grin before sealing her lips to my shaft. After a minute or two the women switched places. I looked up from Julie’s bobbing blonde head and watched Alice as she hungrily gobbled John’s cock. He, in turn, was watching his wife blow me. I’m sure my face showed the same excitement and awe that I saw in his. No matter how many times Alice and I play around with other couples, it’s always an adventure.

Eventually I moved around behind Alice and reached between her thighs to run my hand between her dripping pussy lips. Immediately, she positioned herself on her hands and knees for me, even as she kept on sucking John’s cock. I pressed my penis into her hole and began fucking her with slow, easy thrusts. John, in turn, reached over to Julie, who had come over to his side. He reached out and rubbed his fingers in his wife’s swollen folds while she watched Alice and me with her passionate, emerald eyes. Alice started bumping back at me with increased force, so I thumped her right back, slamming my shaft into her cunt. “Oh, oh, oh,” she stammered, in time with my piston like thrusts. Her whole body clenched up and I felt her juices sluicing down the length of my rod. Her cries, high pitched and wild, were muffled by John’s cock in her mouth.

When Alice’s orgasm tailed off, John sat back and got Julie to mirror my wife’s doggy style pose. Alice and I watched as John maneuvered up behind Julie, slotted his prick between her slick labia, and penetrated her deeply. He filled his hands with her asscheeks, and they rocked together like a well oiled machine until John said, “Let’s show them how much you love it in the ass, shall we, Julie?”

Her answer was to drop down onto her elbows and look back at Alice and me with a grin both jaunty and lewd. John withdrew from her vagina, replanted his slick rod between her butt cheeks and pushed forward until he was buried up to his balls in her tiniest hole. “Ahh, yes,” Julie said, gently waggling her hips until she had John’s cock seated inside her back channel just the way she liked it. Before long, John was hammering her hard. He plunged his whole length into her ass over and over until she was bucking and yelping with excitement. It was an incendiary scene I couldn’t look away. They went at it a few minutes more like that, and then John arched his back and pulled free of Julie’s clenching sphincter in time to squirt a copious load of cream all over her enchanting ass. Julie rubbed her sticky cheeks against his balls, coaxing out every last drop. She was still raring for more, though.

“You get in there, Carson,” she demanded. “I need to feel some come in my ass.”

“Don’t disappoint the lady,” said John, grinning as he sat back to watch.

“I want to watch this up close,” my naughty Alice remarked. She seized hold of Julie’s buttocks and held those perfect globes open for me. Without delay, I worked my cock into Julie’s snug orifice and pushed forward. It was a tight fit, despite John’s hefty tool having traveled that way only moments earlier. Julie backed up against me, and I watched my prick sink deeper and deeper into her backside, until her fleshy rump nestled against my groin. Then her whole body began to undulate as waves of pleasure rolled through her frame.

“Oh, yeah, that’s amazing,” she said hoarsely, overcome with the intense sensations. “Fuck me harder.” She tossed her head as I jacked faster in and out of her hole. Alice kept hold of Julie’s asscheeks and observed the action closely. “God, that’s so hot,” she said, her voice tremulous. “He’s all the way in there, Julie.” I glanced over at John he was stroking his renewed erection while he, too, watched with rapt attention.

I felt a kick of intense pleasure at the base of my cock and realized I was nearing the end. Julie’s ass was too hot and velvety tight to keep going any longer. I pushed in once more, then let fly with my load. Julie, feeling the cascade of liquid warmth inside her anal canal, came like a banshee, biting the bedsheets as she writhed about. Her climax outlasted mine, especially since Alice used her fingers on Julie’s clit to extend it. I kept my rod inside her ass until the very end, enjoying every last contraction.

After a period of recovery and relaxation we started in again, ultimately spending the whole night enjoying each other in every way possible. Since then, John and Julie have become our regular swing partners and Alice’s shy side hasn’t been seen since.

What is it about Las Vegas that jacks up libidos and tamps down inhibitions? Not that Vicki or I ever need any sort of jacking up or tamping down, but there’s something about that city that affects us in a profound and seriously sexy way. As soon as we step off the plane, it feels as if we’ve downed a powerful elixir that leaves us feeling tipsy and craving nonstop pleasure. Oh sure, Vegas has become more family friendly over the years, but it’s still essentially an adult playground, with casinos, bars and clubs, all populated by risk taking high rollers and skimpily dressed women. Add the area’s historic reputation for unbridled sin, and it’s a recipe for hedonistic delight.

Nearly all of my trips to Sin City have been spiced with extra sexual adventure. During my latest visit, I was scheduled to work a trade show during the week, and Vicki had come along for some rest and relaxation. We hadn’t planned on having any special encounters, but as they say, one thing led to another. Before we knew it, my head was buried between Megan’s thighs and Jack was plunging his cock into Vicki’s pussy.

Vicki and I aren’t strangers to partner swapping, but it’s not something we do all the time. We see it as a delicious activity to indulge in occasionally as part of our vibrant and varied sex life. Knowing that Vicki is servicing some hunk at the same time his lover and I are going at it drives me to new heights. But I especially love it when all four of us are rolling around on the same bed. That way I can watch Vicki in action while I’m enjoying my own sensual experience. It’s the best of both worlds.

Our latest swing episode started innocently enough. A fellow I used to work with lived just outside the city. Jack, a handsome, athletic guy, had moved to Vegas to take a job with a company that services gaming equipment. When he found out that Vicki and I were coming to town, he insisted that we get together. After some gentle prodding, I agreed that we would stay with him and his wife for the weekend after the show ended. I had previously met his wife, Megan, at a company party, and I remembered her as a fetching redhead with creamy skin and alluring green eyes.

When my show duties were complete, we checked out of our hotel and, leaving the blazing lights of the Strip, made the short drive to an upscale area northwest of the city. Following Jack’s detailed instructions, we easily found his place on a street of tidy, single story homes.

Jack and Megan warmly greeted us at the door. She was even more attractive than I remembered and looked especially sexy in high heeled sandals and a super short dress with a V shaped neckline that offered a generous view of her cleavage. As I handed her a bottle of Chablis that we’d picked up on the way, I thought, Well, maybe that’s how they dress for dinner in Vegas!

Jack uncorked the Chablis, and we stood around the kitchen chatting and catching up. After dinner we gravitated to the game room, which had a billiard table, a couple of pinball machines and some old style slot machines the mechanical ones where the handle actually operates the dials.

That’s when things got progressively more flirtatious. Nothing was overt a look here, a touch there but I was hoping that Jack and Megan might be up for some action. I knew Vicki and I were! I can’t speak for other folks, but my wife and I have found that while sometimes you have to declare your interest, many times situations develop organically, which was the case that night.

I had gone to the bathroom, which was down a short hallway. As I was returning to the game room, Megan was exiting the master bedroom. I really think, judging by the surprised look on her face, that our encounter was accidental but fortuitous. We nearly collided, and my hand instinctively reached for her waist only the fingertips, mind you. But our eyes met, and I saw something there. When her gaze lingered, I leaned forward and kissed her.

If I had any fears that she might be offended, they were immediately dispelled when Megan responded eagerly. There is nothing quite like the first taste of a woman’s lips. The warmth of her body against mine and the touch of her unfamiliar fingertips on the back of my neck were electrifying. I wrapped my arms around her as our lips continued their luscious dance. One of my hands rested on her waist while the other got tangled in her long hair. Still kissing, we slid into the master bedroom and over to the bed.

Megan pushed me down onto the mattress and crawled on top of me. The front of her dress gaped open, and I had an unimpeded view of her fulsome breasts. In between kisses, she whispered, “Would Vicki mind?”

“Nope,” I replied. “Jack?”

She smiled. “Nope.”

“Perfect,” I said and pulled her down to me. Megan’s red hair fell around me as we kissed. Her lips were soft and her mouth hungry.

I was enjoying our delicious makeout session and caressing the creamy skin of one luscious thigh when I felt the bed shift. Megan and I looked over to see that Jack had plopped down on the bed next to us, followed closely behind by Vicki.

“Hey there, you two,” Jack said. He was lying there casually, propped up on one elbow. Vicki was behind him, her body half draped over his clearly they’d gotten better acquainted as well. “You guys look like you’re enjoying yourselves.”

“Hope you don’t mind,” I replied. “I mean, about starting without you.”

“Not at all,” said Jack. “It’ll be fun catching up.”

That was it. With lips mashing and hands working, clothes flew off in all directions until the four of us were naked on the bed. Vicki, hot blooded vixen that she is, hardly let Jack get his pants off before she pushed him back onto the bed and took his cock into her mouth. “What a handsome guy,” she said, pulling back and looking at his cock, which was quite a bit longer but thinner than mine. I couldn’t wait to see her take him all the way in as I knew she loved to do. Not wasting another second, she dove back down and consumed him.

Megan, however, was not going to be outdone. I lay back on the bed, and she snuggled down between my spread legs, taking my hefty shaft in her hand and stroking it lightly, as if considering its girth. I looked over again to see Vicki hungrily slurping on Jack’s tool, just as Megan’s warm lips surrounded my cockhead. I sucked in a breath and moaned.

Megan kissed, licked and sucked me to extreme hardness. Heat radiated from my groin to my toes, and I groaned with pleasure as her lips glided up and down my shaft in an indecent tease.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” Megan asked playfully, stroking my dick with her hand.

“Yes,” I muttered.

“Well, I love doing it,” she said, and then she swallowed me once more.

I alternately watched her red haired head bobbing up and down over my cock and Vicki’s blonde one over Jack’s. Watching my wife’s sexual activity while I was experiencing such body tingling and mind blowing sensations of my own was as close as I’d ever come to sexual nirvana.

As she sucked me off, Megan didn’t completely deep throat me, but she didn’t have to. She used her talented mouth to drive me wild, caressing my cock with her lips, then trailing her tongue all around my cockhead, along my shaft and down to my sensitive balls. I threw my head back and wanted to close my eyes, but I forced myself to keep them open to watch Vicki swallowing Jack’s root until her nose pushed into his pubic hair. What a sight! Jack responded with animalistic growls of pleasure.

As much as I enjoyed the feel of Megan’s mouth, I always like to return the favor. So I sat up and took her in my arms for a series of wet, wild kisses, before gently pushing her back onto the bed. Megan spread her legs for me, and I took one look at her glistening pussy, which was covered with wispy reddish hair, before diving into her sex. I began by gently kissing and licking her outer labia, tasting the delicious dew that already coated them. Gradually I used my tongue to part her lips and nibbled and sucked her folds.

Jack must have wanted to do the same, but I heard Vicki say in a soft but lusty voice, ” No, I want you inside me now!” I paused in my ministrations to Megan’s cunt just long enough to watch Jack climb on top of Vicki and slip his cock into her sex. Vicki’s legs were spread wide apart, and her knees were drawn up, inviting him inside her.

I returned my oral attention to Megan’s pussy, licking and nibbling for a few more minutes and delighting in the sound of her breathing quickening and feeling her thighs tightening around my head. When I licked her swollen clit, she closed her legs around me and didn’t let loose as she bucked and moaned wildly. From the way her voice trembled and her body responded, I guessed that she was shuddering through a thrilling orgasm.

When her thighs finally relaxed and released me, I took the opportunity to spy Jack thrusting into Vicki with rhythmic, energetic strokes. That got my cock even harder, and I couldn’t wait to plunge it into Megan. I gave her belly a few light kisses, but I headed quickly for her breasts. They were firm and round, and her nipples were already temptingly erect. I licked and nibbled them, which got Megan moaning again.

“I love it when he does that to me,” Vicki said breathlessly. I looked over to see Jack and Vicki still fucking but watching us with half lidded eyes. “It gets me all tingly,” my wife added with a sigh.

“Oh, yes,” Megan said, gasping and seeming to agree.

Megan and I rolled around kissing, groping and caressing until she wound up on top of me. On her knees, she straddled my hips and reached back for my dick. With one hand, she guided me to her slippery sex. My rod throbbed in her warm hand, ready for action. I pushed my hips up and my cockhead slid easily between her well primed lips. Then, with one firm motion, Megan lowered herself, taking me all the way into her cunt. We let out simultaneous sighs as she enveloped me.

I hadn’t even noticed that somewhere along the line, Jack and Vicki had switched positions. Vicki was on all fours, and Jack had taken hold of her hips as he pistoned into her cunt from behind. Vicki’s breasts were swaying provocatively and her hair hung around her face in loose blonde curls.

“You guys look so damn hot,” I said.

“Mmm,” Vicki replied. “Your husband really knows how to give a girl a good time, Megan.”

“Well, yours is pretty awesome, too.” Megan and I had begun doing some serious fucking of our own. Her hips did most of the work as she massaged my cock with each of her rhythmic undulations. She would rise until only my cockhead was in her, and then slam down until she had my shaft in as far as it would go. With each of her downward thrusts, my hips rose to meet her, driving my tool deep into her pulsing pussy. Megan put her hands flat on my chest to brace herself, her nails digging exquisitely into my skin as she rode me.

While this was going on, I reached over and caressed Vicki’s tits, playing my fingers over her tiny nipples and stroking her the way she likes best. “Oh, you’re going to make me come,” she moaned, her voice deep and raspy. I didn’t know if she was talking to me or to Jack, but I didn’t care. It was mind blowing to have Jack’s beautiful wife riding my pole while he was fucking Vicki and I was watching them while playing with her tits. I nearly blasted my load at that moment, but I didn’t want to come until Megan had reached her peak. Judging by her gasping breaths, her half focused eyes and the way her hands were clawing at my chest, I wouldn’t have to wait. Before long, her entire body shook with what I hoped was an intense orgasm for her it sure looked like one. Her hips slammed against my groin and stayed there as her cunt spasmed around my shaft. That did it for me I yielded to the pressure, letting loose with a growl, grabbing her ass and repeatedly driving my cock into her, lifting her off the bed with each powerful drive of my hips.

Jack and Vicki, meanwhile, were still going strong. Megan collapsed on me and rested her head on my shoulder so we could watch their finale. Jack was curled over Vicki and had her breasts in his hands as he pushed into her from behind with energetic thrusts. Vicki started to squeal and buck back toward him, and I knew that she was coming. She thrashed her head from side to side, her long hair whipping up against us. A moment later, Jack started grunting wildly. Vicki looked right into my eyes as he buried his cock in her and groaned with his orgasmic release.

Afterward, Jack fell back on the bed, and we all lay there for a few minutes, collecting ourselves. We relaxed, sipping wine and talking about the awesome sex we’d just had. The night was still young, though, and I, for one, was hoping there would be a second round.

I wasn’t disappointed. Soon enough things heated up. Megan had been stroking Jack’s chest, and her hand gravitated to his hard cock.

“Well, I see someone has come back to life,” Megan said, and she slithered down Jack’s body. His cock disappeared under a mass of red hair. Vicki looked at me and, after I gave her a thumbs up sign, she rolled over and began exchanging wet, wild kisses with Jack.

Then Jack said to Vicki, “You know, I didn’t get a chance to taste you.”

“Well, here’s your chance,” she replied, and then she straddled his face. Jack grabbed her ass and dove in. For the time being, I was content to watch the show, and what a hot one it was! But in surprisingly short order, my cock sprang to life as well, and I was eager to join the fun.

After a few more minutes of viewing pleasure I playfully said, “Hey, what about me?”

Megan took her lips off Jack’s rod long enough to wiggle her ass in the air and say, “Here’s a spot for you.” Her invitation was irresistible. I moved over and got behind her. After a few short jabs, I plunged my cock into her. She was already super slick, and my shaft slid in smoothly. I took hold of her hips, and we slipped into an easy rhythm.

Before long, though, our little foursome split up. After a quick adjustment, the guys were on top of the girls, ramming them into the mattress. There was so much groaning and gasping going on it was difficult to tell who was uttering what. Megan and I reached flash point first. She wrapped her arms around me so tightly I could barely move. As her body stiffened and shuddered, I let loose, growling like some primitive creature. Though her orgasm was subsiding, Megan’s cunt held me deep within its pulsing walls as I shot into her.

Jack and Vicki were still going at it. Then, under our watchful gaze, Vicki squealed through a body shaking orgasm. Jack followed soon afterward, throwing his head back and unsuccessfully trying to stifle a caveman like growl.

We all lay on the bed in a sweaty heap for a while, catching our breath. Eventually Vicki and I trundled off to the guest room. We drifted off into a deep, restful sleep, although I did wake for a moment during the night and thought I heard the faint sounds of lovemaking coming from the master bedroom.

The next morning, after a fashionably late start, we piled into Jack’s car and drove out to Hoover Dam, a pretty impressive place. When we got back, even though it was quite warm, Jack insisted on grilling some burgers poolside I hadn’t even noticed that they had a nice pool and patio off the living room.

After dinner, we changed into swimsuits. Vicki looked scrumptious in her string bikini, but Megan’s suit was even skimpier, leaving not much to the imagination. The four of us slipped into the pool, and eventually the conversation swung back around to the previous night’s encounter. We discovered that Jack and Megan were very much like us, occasionally spicing up their sex life with some swinging action now and then. They never plan to switch partners, but when circumstances present them a path, they’re happy to follow it.

I was sitting on the pool steps, and our talk was getting me fired up. I had the beginnings of an erection that bulged within my trunks and took no effort to hide it, being that we were with familiar company and Vicki soon noticed.

“Looks like someone’s getting excited,” she said, with a coy smile that I knew well.

“I was just remembering how sexy you looked when you were blowing Jack.” I pulled her face to mine for a long, deep open mouthed kiss that I felt down to my toes. My hands instinctively went for her barely covered butt, and Vicki reached into the water for my stiff cock.

I came up for air, suddenly remembering where we were. “Hold on. We mustn’t be rude to our hosts,” I said. Then I saw that Jack and Megan were likewise engaged.

“Oh, don’t worry about us,” said Jack.

We kissed as couples for a while, gradually stoking our sexual fires. However, when some indiscernible trigger told us the time was right, Vicki gave me a parting kiss and turned to Jack. He took her in his arms as I swooshed through the water to take Megan in mine. Once again I felt Megan’s warm lips on mine, driving my cock to maximum hardness.

We hadn’t been kissing very long before Jack suggested that we go inside. We made it through the sliding doors and into the living room, but that’s as far as we got. Vicki fairly attacked Jack, pulling off his trunks, dropping to her knees and going right for his dick. Megan decided that was a good idea so she did the same to me. The air conditioning cooled my wet cock, making the feeling of Megan’s warm mouth around it even more sensational. Jack and I just looked at each other with silly grins on our faces as the girls swallowed our tools.

Jack and Vicki made it to the couch, but Megan and I stayed right there on the floor. The air was once again filled with the sounds of frenzied fucking. I peeked over to watch Vicki, while rolling around with Megan until she was atop me. Megan began riding my cock, her luscious tits bouncing in front of my face and her cunt muscles grabbing me as we quickly came together in an explosion of sexual energy.

Jack and Vicki, meanwhile, were rapidly building toward their own explosions. Vicki was splayed out on the couch, and Jack was pummeling her with furious thrusts. Megan got up and went over behind Jack. She put her arms around him and caressed his chest. So I crawled over and found Vicki’s lips. She was bouncing around from Jack’s thrusts but we managed to French wildly. When she came, she grabbed my head, and I felt her body quiver. Jack’s orgasm followed in short order, as Megan held him tightly from behind. It was awesome.

The four of us spent the rest of the evening in blissful relaxation. That night I think we were all supercharged as we retired to our separate rooms and made delicious love to our own partners.

Vicki and I flew home the next day, but before we left, the four of us vowed to get together again. Vegas it never fails to show us a good time!

The distant desert shimmered and danced in the scorching heat, but as our plane touched down in Las Vegas, my hands and feet were ice cold. Even my nipples were hard and making themselves evident through my thin, gauzy top. I stood up and nervously adjusted my red leather miniskirt, pulling it down a few millimeters. Jeff, my husband of three months, looked over at me and grinned. Throwing an arm around me, he pulled me close for a big hug. “It’ll be great,” he reassured me. This calmed my nerves a bit, but I was still a little shaky. No wonder. We were in Las Vegas to attend our first swing convention, one of the biggest in the world.

Jeff and I had been swinging only about six months. We see the group sex scene as a way of really amplifying our own relationship. When we got the convention brochure in the mail, we thought it might be fun meeting other swingers from all over the world and possibly having sex with some of them. In fact, over the last few weeks, we had made up sexy fantasies about new couples we would meet and had then spent the rest of the evening making love passionately. But now that we were in Las Vegas, I was shaking like a leaf, nervous and yet very excited. After all, there would be thousands of swingers here.

After we got our luggage, we stood and waited for a taxi. That was when a very attractive couple about our age walked up to us. They introduced themselves as Mike and Jane from Denver and asked us if we were going to the swing convention, and would we like to share a taxi? We must have looked a bit startled, because we couldn’t believe we had actually been spotted. They smiled and said that they had guessed we were swingers in town for the convention because of the sexy way I was dressed and because we were holding hands. Looking at them, we decided that they stood out as swingers too. Jane, a curvaceous redhead, had on a skimpy fringed halter and skintight jeans with red high heels. Mike, tall and lean, had a button on his collar that read, “Party Animal!”

We found a taxi and piled into it Mike and Jane seemed so friendly that I began to relax. Jeff and I introduced ourselves, admitting that we were fairly new to swinging and that this would be our first convention. We all laughed when the driver mentioned that our hotel was one of his most popular destinations this weekend.

When we arrived at the hotel, Mike and Jane went on to their room, but we promised to meet them later at the dance. As Jeff and I walked through the hotel after we registered, we couldn’t believe our eyes. We saw swingers, both couples and singles, all over the hotel. Some were in line registering, many were playing blackjack or the slots and others were just standing around talking. Lots were sunning themselves out by the pool. All ages, sizes and types were represented, but all of them were in sexy attire. You could tell just from the way they acted that they planned to have a wild and sexy weekend. We met several couples as we walked around. We even ran into one of the couples from Dallas who we had met quite recently. We started to select the couples we might want to spend more “quality” time with.

In the evening we went down to the ballroom to join in the convention fun. We gave our tickets to the dance to the handsome hunk at the door. He stamped our hands, and we entered the huge room. Large tables were arranged throughout the room and surrounded the central dance floor, which was already crowded with dancers, all of them moving to the pounding bass punctuating the sexual energy in the room. Looking around, we spotted Mike and Jane waving us over to their table, which was close to the dance floor. They were sitting with two other couples, and they had saved seats for us.

After kissing and hugging us in greeting, Jane introduced us to John and Stacy from Los Angeles. John was a tall, good looking man with the sexiest European accent, Stacy a slinky, well built woman with long, curly blonde hair down to her cute ass. We met Ron and Debbie from Atlanta, both redheads with fit, lean bodies that seemed to beg to be fucked. Jeff and I had decided beforehand that we didn’t have to swing with anyone. We’d only do it if we really wanted to. But as I looked at my husband, I could read the excitement in his eyes. We spent the evening with our new friends, dancing and drinking and getting to know them.

The atmosphere was charged, and I was definitely in the mood. I watched other dancing couples fondle each other intimately, running their hands over asses, crotches and erect nippled breasts. Some women were dancing suggestively together and kissing. Pressing close to Mike, I slipped the strapless top of my silky dress down over my breasts and his hands cupped them lightly, and he pulled on the nipples and rubbed them between his fingers. He tongued my ear, blew gently on it and whispered that he wanted to fuck me later. I ran my hand over his bulging crotch and nodded happily: Yes. He pulled me into a deep kiss, circling my tongue with his, and reached down to cup my pussy. As the song ended, I saw Jeff helping Stacy retie the straps of her halter top. As we joined them, Jeff hugged me and told me that we were invited to join the other couples for an apr s party party. I sighed happily. Everyone grinned.

All four couples went back to Mike and Jane’s room to “party,” a swinger term for getting into group sex. Mike and Jane must have known that things would end up at their room. They had replaced all the light bulbs with red ones. The room was bathed in sex red light. Champagne buckets were filled with oils, gels and “toys.” While everyone else was beginning to get friendly, Mike was sitting in a chair with me on his lap. He began kissing the sides of my neck and my shoulders. I felt myself heat up.

I sighed as his hands squeezed my breasts and he held me close. “Are you nervous?” he asked gently. As I shook my head, he pulled my arms around his neck and wrapped his hard arms around me, drawing me into a deep kiss. Our tongues touching and exploring sent crackling electricity through my body. Standing me up in front of him, Mike parted my shirt, and my breasts were at his disposal. He continued undressing me, kissing his way down my body as he exposed me. My pussy wanted him to make love to it. As he removed my black silk G string, he took a lengthy middle finger and pushed it into me: hard, quick and wet.

Mike began removing his own clothing, and I looked around the red, swirling room at the other swingers. Over in a corner by the wall, I could see Jeff lying on a bed with Stacy sitting on top of him and leaning forward, her long hair forming a curtain of gold around them. As Stacy lazily bobbed up and down, I could just make out Jeff’s hard shaft pumping into her. On the bed closest to us, Jane lay on top of Debbie in a sixty nine, and they were tongue fucking each other’s cunt. Ron was kneeling behind Jane and bumping his erect cock around her pussy as it was being licked. John was behind Debbie, his face buried in the action. I could feel the wetness of my own pussy as I reached down to massage my clitoris.

Mike stood in front of me, his muscular body gleaming in the red light. Sitting me down in the chair and pulling my hips to the very edges of it, he spread my legs apart and knelt in front of me. He began to lick my cunt with slow, deliberate strokes. I moaned as he lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. The cries of pleasure from the others heightened my own excitement and I soon came in gasping shudders that rippled from deep within me. Mike held me close and kissed me as I came and the intensity finally died down.

When he stood up, Mike’s heavy erection swayed lustily at me. He positioned himself over me and quickly slid his cock into my waiting pussy. My hands caressed his torso and pulled his face down to mind for another deep kiss. He used quick, powerful strokes, so different from Jeff’s slow, easy movements. I came again, very quickly. Mike stopped for a moment and let me catch my breath, then began again with slow, steady motions that built to shattering explosions for both of us. I could feel his hot cock shoot up into me. We collapsed together in the chair, locked in a tight embrace. Looking up, we found six pairs of eyes looking at us. What a hot scene we made!

Sympathetically, we all knew what was going to happen. The room erupted into a free form pile of writhing, moaning bodies. The sounds were bizarre, at once sounding like both pleasure and pain. Cocks and cunts sliding together, asses, descending shafts, mouths shaping into sensuous openings. Ten minutes of a group fuck and people started to come, slowly and then faster. Mike helped me over to the bed where Jeff lay with John and Stacy. I cuddled up with my husband. Talking and laughing with our newfound friends, we gained a better perspective about what the sharing and caring of swinging is all about.

Even though it was still early only four in the morning we all decided to call it a night, because Saturday was going to be even more exciting. During the day we planned to attend some of the seminars on swinging and other aspects of alternative sexstyles. After a couple of hours of much needed sleep, Jeff and I attended seminars on female bisexuality, on strengthening relationships, even one on fantasy play. We learned a lot and had a great time doing it. In between, we found time to mix and mingle with couples from all over the country. We really enjoyed the day and were looking forward to the highlight of the convention, the erotic costume ball that would be held that evening.

Later, Jeff and I giggled as we put on our costumes he was a horny fisherman and I was a sexy mermaid. Jeff looking great in his fishing vest, waders and silly hat he was even carrying a fishing pole. My costume consisted of a long blonde wig, two seashells for a top and a green sequined “fish tail” bottom. I put on a cloak so I could walk through the casino and we giggled as we entered the ballroom. All the costumes were wonderful and very erotic. The only rule was that the genitals must be covered, and these people were very creative. There were pimps and hookers, a funky pirate and a leather nurse, islanders, even a human condom. It was wild.

“Hi. We sure didn’t get to talk to you much last night!” Ron and Debbie walked up to us, grinning. Jeff and I laughed and agreed. We soon found an intimate corner table and sat down to get to know each other. We discovered that we all had careers in computers and were interested in boating and outdoor sports. Ron and Debbie told us that they would be in Texas in a couple of months on business, so we exchanged phone numbers and told them that they could stay with us.

In the costume contest, Mike and Jane won Best Couple with Ghostbuster costumes. Afterward we congratulated them and joined them, John and Stacy for another “party,” this time in Ron and Debbie’s room. When we arrived, Ron got out a bottle of champagne that had been chilling in the sink and some plastic glasses. The eight of us toasted the evening and new friendships, vowing to keep in touch and to return the next year to celebrate again. I was so happy.

Then, as we were all more familiar with each other by this time and already aroused, we quickly dropped our costumes in little mounds on the floor. Jeff and I joined Ron and Debbie on one bed while the other two couples got comfy on the other one. Ron lay on his back, his cock waving like a flagpole, and I took it gently in my mouth and then began to slowly slide my lips up and down the length of the velvety shaft.

I’ve always enjoyed taking a cock in my mouth, and I savored the taste and feel of Ron’s. I alternated between sucking it slowly, my head bobbing rhythmically up and down, my cheeks hollowing and then puffing out, and licking it sensuously, my tongue snaking up, down and all around the pulsing shaft. At one point I ran the tip of my tongue up and down over the sensitive underside of Ron’s cock and he crooned with delight.

It wasn’t long before I felt his balls tense and heard a groan of pleasure escape his lips just before he shot a load of tangy cream into my mouth. Gulping it down quickly, I moved over him so I could ride his still hard cock. Slipping the head of his cock just inside my pussy lips, I moved up and down, teasing him with my vagina. Ron writhed beneath me and then grabbed my hips and thrust deep. His desire inflamed my own passion as I looked around us. Seeing Debbie in the throes of an orgasm with Jeff made my own pussy start convulsing wildly. The four of us came together in one massive orgasm, clutching and holding each other as pleasure rocked our bodies.

All cuddled together, we lay as though dazed. Then I felt a warm, soft hand lazily rubbing my breast. I looked up to see Debbie caressing me enticingly. She looked inquiringly at me, and I nodded as I slid into her embrace. My lips touched her warm, soft mouth, and I could smell Jeff’s semen on her body as well as her own scent. We lay embracing and fondling each other for a long time. Slipping her hand between my legs, Debbie began to rub my clit with her thumb while sliding a long, slender finger up into my wet pussy.

I loved the soft, sweet feel of her body pressed against mine, so different from the men’s bodies. As the intensity of the sensations increased, my body felt as though it were on fire with its aching need. I arched my back and my hands clutched Debbie’s hot body. I jerked involuntarily as the waves of orgasm washed over me. Kissing her softly, I whispered, “Thank you!”

Having lost track of everything but my own pleasure, I stood up and went to get a drink of ice water. I watched Jane giving Jeff the blowjob of a lifetime.. he had been standing against a wall watching Debbie and me when Jane knelt in front of him and took his rod in her mouth, and later he told me that it felt as though his cock has been made to fit her mouth “except a little bigger.”

Mike and Ron were standing beside the bed on which lay Debbie and Stacy. The women were holding their legs high in the air, and with two huge cocks sliding into them in the same rhythm, it was almost as if they were being fucked in tandem.

I was watching my husband being ministered to so beautifully and the other hot activity in the room when I felt a hard, insistent presence between the cheeks of my bottom, as well as hands caressing my waist and hips. In my ear I heard a soft whisper: “You’ve got the best ass in the whole convention: I’ve been watching it for days.” Looking around, I discovered John smiling at me. I turned slightly for a deep, warm kiss, and then I bent over the dresser and turned my bottom up for his inspection. Kneeling behind me, he gently licked his way up into my moist cunt, alternately teasing and fucking me with his accurate tongue. He then quickly stood up, grasped my waist and savagely thrust his full length into my cunt. It was sheer nirvana!

“Fuck me,” I cried. I was so hot and wet, my mind and body ablaze with desire. We held back as long as we could until finally, with long, hard screams, John and I both came with hot streams of passion. The shudders racked my body huge quakes at first, then a series of rapid aftershocks. Sliding down to the floor, we sat holding each other and watching in amazement as each couple reached their explosive finish, panting like marathon runners.

We all finally left Ron and Debbie’s room just as the sun was coming up on another hot Las Vegas day. Jeff and I kissed each of the other couples goodbye and made plans to get together with them again just as soon as possible. Back in our room, Jeff and I took a hot shower. We lathered each other with heaping piles of foamy soap. Jeff moved right up behind me and whispered in my ear that he loved me. His soft hands slid and circled over my slippery stomach and breasts. I could feel him hard against my back. I lifted my left leg up onto the cool ceramic of the edge of the bathtub, opening myself for his entry. I reached back and firmly stroked his hard on a few times before bringing it right up to my pussy. Jeff put his hands on my hips and began to slide himself in and out.

He fucked me like this for an ecstatic minute and then slipped out. He then readjusted his stance, getting his feet onto the rubber grips on the bottom of the bathtub. When he slowly pushed in again, I let out a moan. Jeff then fucked me faster and faster, until I thought I would die. I came in waves over the next few minutes. He kept on fucking me with savage intensity. Suddenly he stopped, going in all the way and pressing himself against my ass and pussy as he came. We toweled each other off, cuddled up on the bed and slept until it was time to go to the airport.

On the plane ride home, we hugged and laughed and talked about the wonderful time we had had at our first swing convention. I know it won’t be our last.