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The cool air washed over my body as I stepped out of the shower When I looked in the bathroom mirror, I noticed that the cooler air had caused my nipples to harden. I ran my fingers over my nipples and felt a quick jolt of pleasure flow through my body. Was it the cool air, or the excitement I had felt all day, or for that matter all week! Tonight was to my husband Bill’s and my first visit to a an off-premise swing club located in a city close to where we lived.

Bill and I had been talking about investigating the swinging lifestyle for months. We had picked up several swinging contact magazines and read what little information other magazines had printed on the lifestyle and had finally decided to take the leap and find out what it was all about.

As I stood looking at my body in the mirror, I recalled the one single event that had finally motivated us to go further than just talking about it. It came when a couple we had been friends with for years, Tom and Nancy, admitted over drinks one evening two weeks ago that they had been in the lifestyle for several years. They went on to say that they did not discuss it openly with many of their non-swinging friends because few were open-minded enough to accept such an alternative lifestyle. Bill and I smiled at each other when we heard that remark, remembering the few times we had discussed such things with close friends and the shocked looks we had recieved from them as a result.

When I heard that remark, I tried to keep from being surprised by their admission myself. Tom and Nancy had been good friends but I would never have thought they were swingers. While both quite attractive, they did not look anything like what I thought “swingers” would look like. Their wholesome good looks reminded me more of the local PTA organizers than a couple involved in this kind of lifestyle. When I made a remark to them about that, they smiled and said that the people in swinging were a cross section of society: rich, poor, young, old, beautiful, not so beautiful, and everything in between.

Tom and Nancy went on to explain that swinging was not right for most couples. In general, they said, many couples did not have the communication skills necessary for such a lifestyle. Besides that, most couples could not handle such things as jealousy and performance anxiety common in many beginning couples. They went on to say that it takes a very special couple to handle the unique emotional and relationship issues of the lifestyle. They explained that many couples try to get started in the lifestyle for all the wrong reasons. Those couples that were usually the happiest, and most successful, did not get started in swinging to fix something wrong in their relationship, rather to make it better by adding to it.

Tom and Nancy further explained the positive effect swinging had had in their relationship. How they felt closer than they had before, the increase level of excitement that it brought to their “private”, as they called it, sex life, and the close friends that it had brought into their lives. As the evening wore on, they said that it was clear that we had some interest in swinging and that if, after discussing what we had heard, we wished to explore it further, to let them know and they would help us meet some other couples in the lifestyle.

Discuss it we did! It seemed that was all we talked about for the next week or so. Finally, one night I came out and asked Bill if he wanted to go ahead and find out more, to take Tom and Nancy up on their offer to help us. The answer was the an enthusiastic yes, as if there was any doubt, and I have to admit my level of enthusiasm was at least as great as his.

A phone call to our mentors, Tom and Nancy, quickly followed, and they suggested we accompany them to an off-premise social club, The Chariot, that swingers attended on weekends. Nancy explained to me that it was a low pressure atmosphere that we would enjoy. It would give us an opportunity to meet some other couples without any pressure to participate in any way. She assured us that if we decided that the lifestyle was not right for us that we would have a good time and they would enjoy our company. We agreed on the following Saturday and made plans to meet them for dinner before going to the club.

The phone lines burned between our house and Tom and Nancy’s during the following week. It seemed as if we had a hundred questions to ask. All of them were answered with the paitence of a couple of old pros at the swinging game. Nancy explained to me one evening, after I had apologized for all the questions, that our questions and concerns were typical, and expected, and that there was no reason to apologize for anything.

One question in particular had me concerned, as silly as I admit it was, what to wear? Nancy suggested a shopping trip and we hit the malls. Her suggestions were quite valuable and I finally began to feel like I was ready for this expedition into the world of swinging.

Meanwhile the phone lines were not the only thing burning. The sheets of our marital bed were a little toasty as well. Our lovemaking had not been this intense, or frequent, since our honeymoon. We wondered if this was what Tom and Nancy were talking about. When I mentioned it to Nancy during our shopping trip, she simply smiled and said that we hadn’t seen anything yet, wait until we experienced the “after”, it would be even better than the “before” that we were now going through.

I smiled to my reflection in the mirror, recalling that comment as I continued my preparations for our night out. I applied my make-up, using a little more than is usual for me, fixed my hair and began to get dressed. I couldn’t help but occasionally rub my still hard nipples or slide my hand across my ass and slightly excited pussy. The combination of excitement and nervousness was running rampant through my body as I got ready.

When I was finally done I checked myself in the full length mirror in our bedroom. Not bad for a 34 year old mother of two, I said to myself. The outfit that Nancy and I had so carefully planned was a total success, I thought. I was wearing a a black silk teddy with sphagetti straps and a T- back which prominently displayed my firm, medium sized tits. I had topped off my outfit with a miniskirt, garter belt and hose, and 4 inch heels. I had wanted to have a sophisticated yet naughty look and I think the outfit had achieved those expectations to the fullest. I especially liked the way the silk rubbed against my breasts and kept my nipples hard, raising the fabric like two little tent poles on my chest. The silk of the teddy also rubbed sensuously against my freshly shaved pussy. I also liked the way my legs looked perched on top of the heels. I had never owned a pair of “fuck-me pumps”, as Nancy called them, always thinking of them as impractical, but I was very happy with the image now before me. I put on a jacket and went to go find Bill downstairs and see if he was ready to go.

When I joined him downstairs I was a little surprised. He had discarded his glasses in favor of the contacts he rarely wore and was wearing some tight slacks that nicely outlined the contours of his ass. He had chosen a black T-shirt that was wrapped around his well proportined chest and trim waist and had topped it off with a raw silk jacket. Very delectable, even if he is my own husband of 11 years.

When he saw me, I could see the surprise on his face also. My shopping trip with Nancy had been a big secret so he had no idea about what I was going to wear. That look told me it had definitely been a success. There was raw lust in those eyes, the kind of lust this outfit was intended to create. It was clear that I might need to reconsider my wardrobe and re- evaluate the household budget to do some more shopping, especially if this was the result.

Bill swept me into his arms and kissed me and I said, “I take it you like my outfit.” Of course I knew the answer, especially as I felt the stirrings in his slacks.

“I love the outfit, you sure you want to go out tonight, we might want to stay here and have some fun by ourselves,” he said as he playfully squeezed my nipple.

I felt the electric sensations shoot from my breast through my body, “I know that wasn’t a serious question, I know how much you have been looking forward to tonight,” I replied. “Besides, who says we can’t have some fun when we get home tonight, if you’re up to it,” I countered.

“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse. In that case let’s go,” he replied.

We met Tom and Nancy for dinner at a restaurant close to The Chariot. Over a great dinner and a couple of bottles of wine we discussed what we could expect later. The wine helped settle the butterflies in my stomach, but only increased my level of excitement and anticipation. We were finally going to do it! I had to keep reminding myself that we were only here to check it out, but I couldn’t help but feel that much more was in store for us before the night was over. Bill and I had discussed the possibilities and had agreed that we would kind of go with the flow. We had, after it was suggested by Tom and Nancy, worked out a system of non-verbal signs to let each other know what we thought about whatever situation might later develop.

We felt like we had talked everything out and were going into this experience fully informed and prepared. At least that was what we told ourselves. I must say that Bill was very supportive of me, and had made it very clear that if, at any point, I felt uncomfortable that I should let him know and we would make a polite but hasty retreat. From what Nancy had told me, that would probably not be necessary, however, the support I got from my husband did make me feel a lot more secure in the decision to attend tonight’s festivities.

Besides the support I was receiving from Bill, I got the definite impression that Tom and Nancy were going to be keeping their eyes on us, making sure everything went well. The fact that we had a couple of veterans to hold our hands was very reassuring to both of us. And besides, I thought, as I admired the couple sitting across from us, I wouldn’t mind a little hand holding, or whatever needed to be held, from them. I had on more than one occasion admired the bulge in Tom’s slacks, wondering what pleasures might be hidden there. Nancy’s stories of Tom’s sexual prowess had resulted in more than a few fantasies on that topic. And from what Nancy had told me of her discussion with him about me, the feeling was definitely mutual.

As my view moved over to Nancy I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be with another woman. Nancy made no secret of the fact that she was bi-sexual. She claimed that many, if not a majority, of the women in the lifestyle were bi-sexual. Our shopping trip and frequent phone conversations in the last few weeks seemed to have drawn us even closer than before. I thought back to the clumsy adventures I had shared with a roommate in college, but this was different, very different. Nancy was a mature, experienced woman who I was sure could teach me a thing or two. I caught myself staring at the ripe expanse of Nancy’s cleavage, my mind lost in her accounts of their swinging experiences, including more than a few about some of her female lovers.

Before I knew it, dinner was over, the plates had been cleared away and we prepared to be on our way to the next phase of what I had come to think of as the “The Great Expedition.” It had become, after all, an expedition not only into the world of swinging but also an exploration of the limits of our own sexuality.

During the short drive to The Chariot, Bill and I talked excitedly about what we could expect to find at the club. Tom and Nancy had given us a full run down, but the level of excitement and expectation was overwhelming. When we arrived, Nancy took me inside the dark depths of the small club while Tom and Bill paid the cover to the doorman. We quickly found a table and caught the attention of a cocktail waitress and ordered a round of drinks. When our husbands joined us, Nancy asked me to accompany her to the ladies room.

I couldn’t help but check out the other people at the club as we walked towards the ladies room. Even though it was still early and no where near full, I could see that Tom and Nancy’s description of the couples in the lifestyle were definitely accurate. I saw an older couple that reminded me of some friends of my parents. In another corner I saw a young couple, he looked as if he could have been a college football player and she had the fresh good looks of a cheer leader. Every other combination and permutation of humanity was represented by the customers of the club.

I told Nancy of my observations when we entered the ladies room and she simply smiled, as if to say “I told you so.” We also discussed my first impressions as we freshened our make up and chit chatted a little. She told me how pleased she had been with the results of our shopping trip and how handsome she thought Bill looked as well. She assured us that we would be a great hit with the other couples tonight. Without thinking, I turned to her and kissed her and then thanked her for all her help and support.

She returned my kiss and said, “We’ll see how tonight goes then we can discuss how you can thank me properly,” a lusty smile on her lips.

I felt my pussy throb as I contemplated the possible meaning of her comment.

We returned to our table and rejoined our husbands. I couldn’t help but watch the other people in the club as I sat sipping my drink. My mind wandered as my eyes absorbed the sights around me. I was particularly engrossed by the sexy dress of the women. The club was quickly filling now and we had a good view of the entrance and I checked out each couple as they entered. The dance floor began to become more active and the DJ responded. The music became more sultry and sensual. Dance styles which emphasized full body contact seemed to be the most popular as the evening progressed.

A slow blues song came on over the sound system and Tom asked me to dance. I quickly accepted and we were soon embracing on the dance floor. Tom’s lean, strong, swimmers build felt good as he led me around the dance floor. I could feel the firmness of my taut nipples pressed against the hardness of his chest and the bulge of his cock against my own crotch. As Tom turned me I saw Bill and Nancy dancing across the floor from us. Her large breasts spilling from her top and pressed against his chest. I sudden thrill of excitement shot through me when I felt Tom’s hand slide from my waist to cup my ass.

I had to admit the feeling of this man’s arms around me felt deliciously good. If dancing with him felt this good and aroused me this much, what would it be like to have him in bed, I wondered. As I pondered this thought and realized my pussy was becoming moist with a dew of excitement, the song ended and we went back to the table.

As the night progressed we continued to drink, dance, and laugh. Several of Tom and Nancy’s friends stopped by and we were introduced to them. A few stopped and would enter into longer conversations with us and I got the feeling that most of these people were genuinely friendly, open people. The kind of people I would like as friends, I recall thinking at the time.

I danced to several songs with both Tom and Bill. When dancing with Bill we would get the opportunity to talk for a few moments alone and do a quick status check. “What do you think so far, are you having a good time, what did you think of him or her,” etc., seemed to be the topics of most of these discussions. As the night went on we seemed to really relax and have a good time. These people, and especially our friends Tom and Nancy really put us at ease and made the entire experience more enjoyable for both of us.

At one point, the DJ announced it was “girls dance”, and Nancy quickly grabbed my hand and led me to dance floor. I was quickly surrounded by Nancy and a few of her female friends that I had met earlier in the evening. These “cluster dances” seemed to revolve around a bump and grind technique that had me extremely hot. I recall the sensation of my hard nipples pressed into the pillowy flesh of Nancy’s breasts while she humped my increasingly wet pussy on her thigh. Meanwhile, Nancy’s petite, and up to this point I had thought of as demure, friend Jill was pressing her crotch into my ass and occasionally squeezing the firm globes of my ass. Needless to say, it was a very exciting dance, and it reminded me how hot and sexy these women were. They had all seemed to check the prim and proper ladylike attitudes, that society has expected of them, at the door. And to be honest, I was glad! I certainly had. The horny little bitch in me was beginning to blossom and I was both shocked and happy by this revelation.

I looked over at the table, and saw Tom and Bill intently watching the events occurring on the dance floor. During the brief glance I got of them I noticed that both seemed a little shocked as well. I’m sure my husband was surprised that his darling wife had turned into such a hot number.

When the song was over I kissed Nancy, and we found ourselves

locked into a passionate kiss in the middle of the dance floor. The funny thing was that no one else seemed to notice. I guess it wasn’t all that unusual, considering the make-up of the crowd. I also noticed as we walked back to the table that there was a large wet spot on the hose on Nancy’s thigh. Oooops!

The lady’s dance seemed to be the signal, because everything seemed to get wilder and wilder. The only rule seemed to be to have as good a time as was legal. We were in “public” after all. The limits were definitely being stretched. I saw several couples kissing and making out on the dance floor and at the surrounding tables. While I wasn’t nearly drunk, the alcohol had had its effect on me and I joined in as much as I could. Several of Nancy’s friends came over and asked us to dance, both individually and as a group and we frequently ended up in tight clusters on the dance floor.

Nancy signaled me to join her for a “potty break” and we headed off for the ladies room. When we entered the relative quiet of the restroom, she informed me that we had been invited back over to Jill and her husband Ben’s house for a small party. Would we be interested? She went on to explain that Jill and Ben were old friends and great lovers and we would also be joined by another couple Tina and Jim. We had met both couples during the course of the evening and had shared several dances. I told her that I would discuss it with Bill and let her know. Nancy said that Tom was telling Bill as we spoke and that they should let them know what our decision was. She went on to explain that if we didn’t want to go that would be OK, they understood. This was, after all, our first time and there would be no pressure to participate.

Bill and I went off to discuss the invitation and it was clear that he was as excited as I was about this opportunity to “get into the swing of things.” We quickly headed back to join Tom and Nancy and confessed that we would love to join them. Our response was greeted by warm smiles and hugs from our new friends and Tom said, “we’re glad ya’ll decided to come along, but just remember, there’s no pressure to join in, go at your own pace, OK?”

Jill and Ben and Tina and Jim joined us and I said, “Well what are we waiting for?” With that we were off for the next phase of “The Great Expedition.”

Before I go on with the rest of this story let me tell you a little about our four newest friends that were soon to become even closer friends. I’ve told you a little about Jill. When you first meet her she looks as if she would be more comfortable teaching Sunday school than hanging out in a swing bar. In this case, appearances can be very deceiving. She is a small petite lady with luscious, large tits and a tight very inviting ass. After having gotten to know her better at the club, I learned that she can be one hell of a party’er. Nancy told me that Jill has a reputation for getting a party started. In contrast to his petite wife, Ben is large man that looks more like an NFL linebacker than the lawyer that he is. I was fascinated by his large hands and my mind kept wandering back to the old saying about men with large hands. They are in their early forties and have been into swinging for about ten years.

Jim and Tina are a young couple in their mid twenties who have been in the lifestyle for about two years. Tina is a tall, statuesque blond with small firm tits, a nice round ass, and these long, great looking legs. Jim is very tall, at least 6’5″, with a slim body that reminded me of a cheetah, made for speed, I thought. He has these luscious lips that look like they are begging to be kissed and soft, blue eyes you just want to melt into.

As we followed the caravan of cars heading off to Jill and Ben’s house, Bill and I discussed the erotic potential of our new friends. It seemed as if our participation in a “party”, as they called it, was a foregone conclusion. Neither of us had any reservations and we both were ready for whatever the evening brought our way. Bill admitted that he had been really turned on watching me during the lady’s dance and asked if I was interested in getting together with the girls tonight. I told him I wasn’t sure, that I would play it by ear, there was just so many new things happening at once I didn’t want to rush it. I did say that I wasn’t totally against the idea, however.

After a short five minute drive we arrived at our destination. Ben quickly made everyone at home and got busy fixing drinks for everyone. Not wanting to overdo the alcohol, Bill and I elected to switch to coffee and Ben quickly had a pot brewing. I noticed that Jill had disappeared and then reappeared suddenly, wearing a silk robe. She invited everyone to get comfortable and soon everyone was shedding their clothes. I gave a quick look to Bill and said to myself, “what the hell, when in Rome…”

Jill invited everyone to follow her back to the “party room.” She sure lived up to her reputation, she didn’t waste anytime with pleasantries. Not that I minded, I was as anxious to get started as anyone. Dressed in only in my garter belt and hose, I was first in line to follow her. The party room turned out to be a large bedroom with several large mattresses on the floor, built in drawers for what Jill called “her toys”, and an adjoining bathroom which featured a large shower and a bidet.

As I watched Jill remove the robe and sensuously slide onto the mattress, I felt a pair of arms slide around me. I turned slightly and saw Tom’s familiar face.

“Would anyone care to join me,” asked Jill seductively?

“Would you like to join in,” Tom asked?

“I’d love too,” I replied.

I looked over towards Bill and saw that Nancy had him well taken care of, her tongue probing deeply in his mouth. I joined Tom on the mattress and our lips met in a prolonged and passionate kiss. His lips moved to suck my earlobes and nibble my neck as I shuddered and felt excited chills run through my body. Tom’s mouth moved slowly across my chest to my breasts and my nipple was soon buried in his mouth as he suckled and nibbled on their sensitive tips.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I lay on the mattress, giving myself up to the sweet sensations that Tom was producing in my body. I turned my head slightly and saw, for the first time what else was going on in the room. My handsome husband was reclined next to me and Nancy was giving him what looked like a great blow job. I watched with a certain degree of awe as she took his 7″ inches deep into her throat. Deep throating Bill’s cock was something that I had attempted but was physically unable to accomplish. Maybe some lessons were in order, I thought to myself.

Bill’s eyes met mine and it was clearly apparent that we were both enjoying the moment. The pangs of jealousy that I had feared never entered my mind and, to be honest, I found watching him with Nancy to be a great turn-on. Tom’s mouth had begun a journey which led to my wet pussy. My eyes left Bill’s as I watched our other playmates in action. My eyes took in the lusty scene as Jill kneeled before Jim, sucking on his long thin cock, her tongue occasionally washing his balls and then quickly returning to his cock. Jill obviously enjoyed sucking cock, her soft, enthusiastic moans filled the room as she continued to work on Jim’s hardness. Ben’s large head was buried between Tina’s long legs. Her hands were busy alternating between pulling Ben’s head deeper into her pussy and pulling on the long, hard nipples perched atop her small, firm tits.

My attention was directed back to Tom as he began to intensify his efforts on my cunt. He was flicking his tongue across my clit, sending electric spasms of pleasure through my body. His fingers soon joined the action, sliding deep into my sopping wet pussy. I felt the passion increase in my body and the insistent rumbling of an approaching orgasm stir deep in my belly. I felt movement next to me and saw that Nancy had swung her ass around and was mounting Bill in a 69 position. I couldn’t help but reach out and stroke the beautiful lushness her ass as my husband buried his face into the folds of her mons. I also noticed that Jill was taking Jim’s cock deep and fast into the recesses of her mouth, groaning around it’s hardness as she did so. She suddenly cried out, begging him to give her his cum. His body tensed and he issued a wild roar and I watched as he pumped his load into the depths of her throat. Tina was thrusting her hips up into Ben’s face, her legs wrapped tightly around his head and her hands pulling wildly at her nipples, and she came, her hips wildly gyrating against his face. Tina’s moans of pleasure filled the confines of the room as her orgasm peaked.

Suddenly, the fingers and tongue which I had enjoyed so much were gone. I looked back toward Tom and saw him holding his very hard, very large cock between my legs. The vacuum left by his mouth and fingers was quickly replaced as his cock slid through the welcoming portal of my cunt. A loud cry of pure pleasure spilled from my lips and filled the room as my pussy attempted to adjust to his length and girth. He slowly slid deep into my cunt and I was soon filled with more cock than I had ever thought possible. I felt so full, yet at the same time so wonderful as he began to slowly thrust in and out of my quivering depths. I relaxed the muscles in my cunt and accepted it, taking everything he had to offer.

I was suddenly brought back to reality by the touch of a warm hand on my breast. I discovered that the hand belonged to none other than Nancy, who was now straddling Bill’s hips, his cock impaled deep in her. She continued to caress my breast and I reached up and felt the weight of her tit in the palm of my hand. Her smile and the look on her face told me that she was enjoying Bill’s cock as much as I was Tom’s. Our eyes met for a long moment and we shared the pleasure that we were experiencing. She leaned over to me and our lips met and we shared a level of intimacy I had never felt with another woman. The fact that her husband was continuing to fuck me with that big cock of his only seemed to add to the intimacy and sharing of that moment.

As our lips parted and she returned to the business of fucking herself on Bill’s cock, my eyes moved to Bill and I saw that Nancy was not the only one enjoying herself. His hands were cupping her ass, helping her drive herself onto the length of his cock. A cock that I knew so well, and that had produced so much pleasure in my own body over the years. As I lay there, feeling Tom’s cock continue to drive deep into my pussy, I relished in the fact that we could share this. I reflected on how we could fuck other people, but at the same time enjoy the experience and share in each other’s pleasure. The pleasure experienced by the man I loved only seemed to add to my own and expand on it.

My eyes shifted over towards our playmates and I saw that Ben had now mounted Tina and was driving his big cock deep into her. Jim was recuperating from Jill’s oral efforts and playing voyeur while Jill moved over to join her husband and Tina. She was soon busy sucking on Tina’s tits while her husband thrust into pussy. Tina’s legs were wrapped around Ben’s hips, encouraging him to pump into her harder and deeper. He was giving her what she wanted and Tina’s cries soon began to echo through the room.

Another series of moans and cries of pleasure joined Tina’s, and I was a little surprised when I discovered they were my own. Tom increased the pace of his strokes into my profusely lubricating pussy and I felt the familiar sensation of my orgasmic peak approaching.

“Yea, give it to her Tom, fuck her good,” Nancy exhorted him on, obviously enjoying the sight of her husband fucking my aroused body.

“YES Pleeeze, fuck me, it feels soooo good,” I cried. The sensations of my approaching climax which began as a fire between my legs then shot from my pussy through my body, my screams of release soon filled the expanse of the room. I vaguely heard Tina’s cries of release rise and join my own as she too reached her peak.

Tom continued to thrust wildly into my cunt and his groans harmonized with my own as I once again rose toward orgasm. From somewhere in the fog of near orgasm I heard Bill’s voice encouraging me, “Yea baby cum, cum.” His hand reached over and pulled on my nipple, knowing that to be a sure fire trigger when I’m close to cumming.

With a tremendous thrust that shook me, Tom buried his bursting cock deep and my pussy muscles spasmed around the length of his cock as he pumped his load into my depths. I drifted off into that wonderful mist of post-orgasmic euphoria as I felt Tom’s cock finally come to rest, embedded within me and felt his body slump on top of my own, his weight reassuring and warm. The room echoed with the wet sounds of sex and the sighs of pleasure from the other participants in our party, punctuated by Tina’s orgasmic cries, creating an erotic backdrop to my descent into sensuous relaxation.

As I slowly drifted back to awareness of my surrounding, I heard Nancy cries and saw that she was vigorously grinding her cunt down onto Bill’s cock. Her face was contorted in pleasure, as was Bill’s. Bill’s hips were thrusting up into her, meeting her hips with a slapping sound. The urgency of their movements made it clear they were close to reaching their own orgasms.

I felt Tom move and felt his softening cock slide out of my cunt, our combined juices flowing out and coating my sex and rolling down the cleft of my ass. It was a wickedly sensuous sensation and I loved it. Tom moved over behind Nancy, caressing her ass as she continued to fuck Bill. Feeling a little more animated myself and rolled over on my side to join my husband and share in his pleasure. My lips met his and we kissed, his ragged breath and soft groans filling my mouth. I reached over and felt for Nancy’s breast and began to gently pull on her taut nipples just as she began to cum.

“OHHH GOD YES, I’m cummming,” she screamed. Her cries seemed to reach a peak, recede, and then peak again and again as she came over and over. Bill’s familiar moans signaling his own orgasm rose to meet Nancy’s and his body trembled as his sperm jetted into Nancy’s quivering pussy. She slumped forward and I relinquished Bill’s lips to his newest lover, allowing them to share this moment together.

My view was directed over to the other members of our group. Ben’s roar filled my ears as he buried his cock into Tina’s writhing body. Jim had joined their arrangement of bodies, he sucked on one breast while Jill was busy at the other. Jim’s orgasm triggered another by Tina and they came together, accompanied by the mingled sounds of their pleasure.

The room was suddenly quiet, as compared to the earlier melody our combined assortment of moans, groans, and cries had created. All that could be heard was the soft, quick breathing as we all attempted to catch our breath and recover from our earlier exertions and the soft hum of a ceiling fan. There were naked, sweaty bodies strewn across the expanse of the room.

When he had recovered, Jill dispatched Ben to get refreshments for parched throats which had only moments before been filled with the cries of ecstasy. Nancy rolled over and I felt her soft face against my thigh.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I love to clean up behind Tom,” she said.

“Please do, don’t let me stop you from doing what you enjoy,” I giggled. With that, I felt her soft face, so different from any man’s, nestled between my thighs and begin to lick the juices that coated my nether regions. The sensation of her tongue on the soft expanse of my thighs was almost electric. My body was still sensitized by the recent orgasms which had flooded it. She lifted my legs and I draped them over her shoulders and I soon felt her tongue against my labia which had so recently clasped the hardness of her husband’s cock. Her tongue feasted on our mingled juices as she ran it from my puckered asshole to my clit. The brief contact of her tongue on my clit produced a shudder throughout my body but it soon passed as she glued her mouth to the opening of my cunt, drinking deeply from the juices there.

“Ummmm, you taste so good,” she moaned, her breath warm on my pussy lips. My hands had unconsciously found their way to her head and were buried in her hair, pulling her even deeper into my pussy.

Summoning all my courage, I said, “Would you care to share some of what you’ve got with me.”

“Glad to,” she replied. She moved around and offered me her pussy, suspended over my face even while she continued to feast on my pussy. I stared up at the shiny glow of her juicy nether lips, studying their form and beauty. Here goes nothing, I said to myself and reached up to pull her dripping pussy down to my waiting mouth. With the cheeks of her ass filling the palms of my hands, I buried my face into the soft, shaved recess of Nancy’s pussy. I had always loved the taste of Bill’s cum, but the taste of it combined with Nancy’s sweet juices was more than I could have hoped for. I reveled in the sensation of her soft thighs around my face, the sweetness and saltiness of their juices on my tongue, and the aroma of sex in my nose. It was a totally sensual experience. This does not even take into account the feeling of her tongue and lips on my own sex as she continued the assault on it, providing me with the pleasure only another woman can give. In addition, I could feel the softness of our breasts against each other’s bellies, their hard nipples pressing deeply into the flesh.

I continued to lick and suck on the exposed flesh of her pussy lips, not exactly sure what to do, following what she was doing and trying to copy what I liked to have done to my own. Apparently, I was successful because I soon heard, and felt, Nancy’s soft sighs into my pussy as she expressed her pleasure. Likewise, I was soon moaning my pleasure into her pussy as she moved her attention to my clit. I could feel the pressure of my swollen pussy lips and enlarged, erect clit beneath her tongue. My tongue also moved to her clit and I enjoyed feeling it respond to my efforts. My most deeply rooted and longest held inhibitions were washed away as I continued with my initiation into the joys of bisexuality.

She has a large clit and I liked the way it felt against my tongue. Following her lead, I wrapped my lips around her clit and softly sucked on it while continuing to flick my tongue against its head. Her guttural moans vibrated against my clit and I felt the arousal once again build in my body. The juice from Nancy’s pussy flowed freely into my mouth as I released a groan that came from deep in my throat.

Her juice coated finger began to rub softly against my asshole and I couldn’t help but move my hips, inviting her to go further. The finger quickly accepted the invitation and slid, hesitantly at first and then with more confidence, halfway into the warm recess of my ass. A loud moan escaped my lips and I felt the muscles of my rectum opening to accept it, trying to pull it in deeper. Nancy obliged and her finger was soon plunging in and out of my ass.

The combination of Nancy’s finger in my ass and her mouth on my cunt had me soaring to ever higher levels of arousal. It felt as if my pussy was gushing forth juice and Nancy would occasionally move her mouth down to suck up the flow. Nancy sensed my approaching orgasm and her mouth began to relentlessly suck on my trigger, driving me over the edge. Giving myself up to the pleasure, my cries of release filled the room and my orgasm peaked. Nancy drove her invading finger all the way into my ass and pleasurable sensations crashed throughout my aroused body.

Somehow I continued my own efforts through my orgasm and my cries of release only seemed to fuel Nancy’s pleasure. Her own imminent climax was fast approaching, as she became caught up in the excitement of the moment. I slid a finger into the copious flow of juice coming from her pussy and placed it against the rosebud of her ass. Her hips thrust back and buried my finger in her ass and I felt the muscle grab at it. Her load groans, muffled by her thighs tightly clenching my head, rose in pitch and volume as she peaked and came. Her ass clasped my finger tightly as I felt the orgasm churn through her body.

When Nancy and I untangled our bodies, I saw that our male partners, reclined around the room, seemingly enjoying the show that we women provided. Most were casually stroking their semi-erect cocks, certain in that they would be needed soon. A few feet away, I saw Jill and Tina sharing a double headed dildo buried deep in their pussies. Their legs were entwined and their hands clasped each other’s as they pumped the dildo into their cunts.

Nancy leaned over and hugged me, licking her own shining juices from my face as she did so. “Jill just loves her toys, especially when she has someone to share them with. Would you care to join them,” she asked.

I nodded my consent and we moved over to join the two women so obviously enjoying being joined in such an erotic manner. Nancy lowered her face to their joined sexes and alternated between licking their exposed clits, two audible groans mingled in the air as Nancy’s tongue went to work. I meanwhile, moved to Jill’s D-cup breasts and began to suck and lick the luscious flesh they offered.

“Yea, that’s it, suck on my tits, I love to have them sucked, I like them nibbled on too, OHHH YEA!,” she moaned. My teeth bore down on yielding flesh of her hard nipple as my hand softly pinched the other.

“YES, YES, just like that,” she cried. “I’M GONNA CUM, don’t stop, don’t stop, AHHHH.” Jill’s hips rocked back into Tina’s exposed pussy, burying the dildo as far as possible and her orgasm washed over her body, her hand clutching me tightly to her breast.

When Jill’s hand had freed my head, I moved over to Tina. She reached up and pulled my head to her so that my lips were against the full softness of her own. Her moans filled my mouth as she continued to drive the dildo deep into her own pussy, striving for her own release. I moved my mouth to her breast and I couldn’t help but compare the firm tightness of her B-cups to the lush softness of Jill’s. Both were wonderful in their own right, but so different. Her nipples were very hard and stood out like two pencil erasers, firm against my tongue.

“Yea, I like them sucked hard, please,” she begged softly. I began to suck, occasionally swiping my tongue across them while alternating back and forth. I pulled on one with my fingers while sucking on the other. Tina’s hips picked up the pace of her thrusts on the dildo as she continued to grind into it. Nancy’s mouth was firmly attached to Tina’s clit as she assisted by thrusting the dildo in and out of both of their love holes with her free hand.

Tina’s orgasmic cries filled the room and I watched as Nancy’s face was drenched by Tina as she shot her juice out of her pussy. I had heard of female ejaculation of course, but had never actually seen it and I was totally mesmerized by the sight. Tina’s body seemed to go into convulsions as her orgasm went on and on and she continued to gyrate on the rubber cock buried in her spasming cunt. A fierceness filled her features as the lust overwhelmed her and her orgasm continued to flow through her passion washed body. Meanwhile, Jill rushed to meet her with another of her own orgasms and their screams of ecstasy mingled. Finally their bodies relaxed and they collapsed on the mattress completely spent.

My mind quickly flew to the question of where I could get a double dildo of my own. I made a note to ask Nancy at the first opportunity, this was definitely something I wanted to check out for myself.

I needed a break, that was certain. I grabbed Nancy’s hand and led her to the bathroom. My legs were a little rubbery as we retreated from the party room.

“Having a good time,” she asked after we were in the bathroom.

“God yes,” I replied, “I don’t think I’ve come that hard in years, and I loved eating your pussy, it was everything I hoped it would be and more, but you gotta tell me where I can get one of those dildos.”

“Sounds like a good excuse to go shopping at the toy store. Maybe I ought to show you my toy collection before we go, you might find something else you gotta have,” she said with a wicked smile.

“I’m sure you might have a few suggestions, does this offer include a test drive of a few of your favorite toys,” I giggled?

“Absolutely, I’m fully in favor of an informed consumer,” she replied with a girlish smile on her face.

We took a quick shower and Nancy’s soapy hands felt great on my body. I was tempted to continue with her in the shower but I wanted to get back to the party, certain of the fact that Nancy and I would have plenty of time to spend with each other in the future. The party took a small break as everyone used the opportunity to take a quick shower and replenish lost bodily fluids before we continued. As I sat with Bill, drinking a glass of wine, I reflected on the fact that we had certainly fallen in with a group of hard-core party animals, not that I was complaining.

The action was quick to begin again. Jill came over to Tom and Bill and said, “I haven’t been fucked by any of you big strong men yet and I think its time to make up for lost time. Would you care to help take care of little ole me.”

Tom was quick to answer for both of them and said, “It would be our pleasure ma’am, especially seeing how you have been so horribly deprived of our masculine prowess.” Jill’s face lit up with a grin and they found some open space to lay down.

That left Ben, Jim, Tina, Nancy and I to devise something for ourselves. We all fell into a tangle of bodies. A few of the details remain a little fuzzy in my mind but I recall a steady stream of cocks, pussies, and tits as we attempted to find as many combinations as theoretically possible. I recall having Ben fucking me doggy style while I gluttonously fed on Tina’s pussy. Meanwhile, Nancy took Jim’s long thin cock in her ass while she grunted her pleasure to the world and Tina sucked the full mounds of her tits.

Later, I sat on Tina’s face, her tongue plunged deep into my cunt and her nose rubbing against my clit while Ben fucked her and sucked my nipples. Nancy was screaming for Jim to give him his cock. They were a frenzy of activity, his cock thrusting wildly into her upturned, beautiful bottom. As they strived toward orgasm it seemed to drive Tina, Ben, and I on. Our orgasms seemed to merge and flow between the five of us and a cacophony of moans, groans, screams, grunts, and roars of pleasure filled my ears.

At one point I looked over towards Jill and saw that Bill was busy with his head between her thighs while Tom was sliding his big cock between her mammoth tits and she was sucking on its large mushroom- shaped head. I was distracted by my own partners for a few minutes and lost track of the action. Later I looked over to see that she was sandwiched between Tom and Bill. Tom’s big cock was stretching her cunt open while my husband’s was planted deep in her ass.

“She loves that,” Nancy whispered to me, “She says there’s nothing like having both her holes filled with two hard cocks.”

Knowing how much Bill loved anal sex, I was sure he was thoroughly enjoying himself. My own curiosity was also raised, I had always wondered what it would feel like to have two cocks at the same time and I had certainly enjoyed having Bill’s cock stuffed in my rear passage on more than one occasion. I put the possibility of this sex act on the back burner for a later occasion, but I realized it probably wouldn’t remain there for long. My reflection on Jill’s predicament was not long lasted as Tina’s persistent tongue and Ben’s mouth on my nipples brought me back to the reality of my own pleasure.

I had not yet sampled Jim’s cock, and I intended to do so before the night was over. When he returned from washing up, I approached him and our bodies were soon entwined on the mattress. I stretched across his tall form and took his soft cock in my hungry mouth. My efforts were quickly rewarded by the swelling of his cock which soon reached its full length. My tongue savored the saltiness of his pre-cum as I continued to fuck his dick with my mouth. It fit comfortably in my mouth and I reveled in the sensation of it pumping through my lips and across my tongue and his masculine smell filling my nose. As his lust increased, he began humping and driving his cock into the softness of my sucking mouth.

As much as I enjoyed the experience of having his cock in my mouth, and as much as I would have loved to enjoy the feeling of throbbing ejaculation in my mouth, I desperately needed the itch between my legs satisfied. I rolled him over and said, “Come here big boy, I have a good place for that dick, care to make a very horny lady happy?”

“Never let it be said that I was not more than happy to accommodate a willing lady,” he said with a smile on his face.

I reached out for his long cock and led him to my waiting portal. Within seconds I was enjoying the feeling as he slid through the shaved lips of my cunt. I had already decided to keep my pussy shaved, the increased sensitivity being well worth the additional effort. His cock seemed to keep sliding deeper and deeper into my wet snatch. Its initial thrust went on and on and my PC muscle bore down on it, squeezing his length. I wrapped my legs around his and encouraged him to give me the fucking I craved. My hips swiveled under his as if of their own accord. My body was definitely on auto-pilot as he began to slowly increase the pace and depths of his thrusts.

My concentration on the pleasures being produced in my body was suddenly interrupted by the loud, high pitched squeals which filled the room. Looking around, I saw that Jill was slamming her hips back into Bill’s cock and grinding her cunt down onto Tom. I watched as orgasms rippled through her body, one quickly followed by another as she came over and over again. The look on Bill’s face and the sound of his breathing told me that he was close to coming and sure enough he was soon crying out as he came, his throbbing cock buried to the base in Jill’s small, tight ass.

Jill didn’t miss a beat when Bill pulled his cock from her clasping asshole, she continued to ride Tom’s cock continuing to experience a series of explosions as her multiple orgasms rocketed through her body. Finally, it was all too much for Tom and he cried out as his cock erupted into her cunt.

Meanwhile, Ben, Nancy, and Tina were also busy. Tina was being fucked by Ben from behind, as they lay on their sides in the spoon position, while Nancy was busy licking her exposed pussy and the base of Ben’s cock. The sound of Ben’s cock fucking her wet cunt, Nancy’s slurping tongue, and Tina’s soft sighs of arousal made for a wonderful backdrop to the sight of the three of them together. Watching X-rated videos will never be the same, I thought to myself as I watched them.

The increased pace of Jim’s thrusts brought my full attention back to him. The muscles in my cunt began to contract rhythmically in response and I felt the irresistible pleasure begin to once again build deep within my body. I knew that I would pay later for the pleasure I had experienced, but at that moment I didn’t care, it would be worth it. It seemed as if the evening had been one long, uninterrupted series of orgasms. Besides, all I could think about was the sensuous feeling of his cock stroking into the depths of my pussy and how much I wanted to cum again.

I felt movement beside me and I saw that Bill had joined us. The smile on his face told me that he was enjoying watching me being fucked. His hand reached for my hardened nipple and a thought flashed through my aroused mind. Here I was being royally fucked by a handsome man while my husband watched and played with my bouncing tits and I was getting off to it. It was if I had been empowered to enjoy all the things that I had always fantasized about but had never allowed myself to acknowledge. This reflection on my wantonness combined with the sensation of my juices flowing freely from my cunt, the relentless pounding of Jim’s cock, and the sounds of hot sex that surrounded and enveloped me drove me on toward my eventual, blissful orgasm.

When it came I was shaken by its intensity. I had had some Richter scale orgasms during the course of the evening but this was something entirely different. Jim’s cock erupted, and the feeling of his cum spewing deep into the recesses of my cunt drove me toward joyful release. The orgasm that resulted cascaded through my body and my cunt clamped down on his cock, spasming wildly. It seemed to go on and on, I heard loud screams echoing through the room, then realized they were my own. The room began to spin and that was the last I recall, I must of blacked out for a few seconds because when I looked around I was surrounded by a cluster of smiling and fucked-out naked people.

Nancy leaned over to me, gave me a quick kiss and said, “Well what do you think of swinging now?”

I reflected on the question for a second and answered in a hoarse, scratchy voice, “Is there any way else to live?”

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