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1.

“Nora!” My wife clapped her hand over her mouth reflexively. “Uh….”

I turned away from the forest nymph tracing lazy circles on my chest to see what had caught my wife’s attention.

“Jocelyn, what’s a respectable woman like you doing here?” Our young neighbor greeted my wife with her usual playful cheeriness.

“I … uh … we … uh …” My wife was at a loss for words. She who was so facile with the English language could not form a complete sentence.

In those few seconds of silence, my wife’s initial shock at seeing our neighbor half-naked was rapidly turning into embarrassment. Even in the dim lighting, my wife’s flushed cheeks stood out like the blinking red lights around the dance floor.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Nora leaned forward, her bare breasts swinging out seductively. “We’re all here for the same thing, right?”

“I … I suppose so …” My wife had progressed from dumbstruck to stammering.

“A soft mattress and a hard man!” Nora threw her head back and laughed at her own joke. My wife smiled meekly and began to relax. Our neighbor’s light-hearted humor was the perfect antidote to our newbie jitters.

The smile on my wife’s face broadened as she looked around at the other scantily dressed revelers at the swingers club. “Yes … Yes, I suppose I am.” She paused to gather her courage and said it with more conviction. “Yes, I am.”

And then my wife did something that surprised both of us. She wrapped her arms around Nora and pulled her in for something more than friendly kiss. “And maybe a beautiful enchantress for my husband?” My wife spoke loud enough for me to hear as they both turned to look at the forest nymph and me.

The forest nymph’s long nipples brushed my arm as she kissed me on the cheek. “Nora! Hope to see you later when its party time, and bring your friends.” The tall woman wearing strips of green chiffon looked back into my eyes after speaking to our neighbor. “I’d like to see more of this one.” Her fingers trailed lightly over my barely concealed erection before she turned and disappeared into the crowd.

2.

By the time Nora had arrived, I was beginning to think the idea of attending a swinger’s party was a terrible mistake. I was enjoying myself, but my wife was not. It did not look promising.

My wife had agreed to come to the club to “check it out” but she had made it abundantly clear that she was coming only as a favor for me. She told me that I was the only man she would ever need. I was beginning to believe her.

My wife had not been shy about sex when we first met. She was an attractive woman with an adventurous spirit. In college, she had sampled a wide variety of men to satisfy her curiosity. After she had found a dozen different shapes and sizes equally pleasurable, she began having sex just to gratify her desires. Her sexual skills had been honed with considerable practice by the time I met her. At least some of that practice had been with the friend who introduced us. I knew because he had told me, rather crudely, that she was a “great fuck” and he was right.

Even in the first year after we moved in together, I knew she occasionally had sex with other men. It was never a big secret. She expected that I would have sex with other women, and I did. It didn’t bother me then and it doesn’t bother me now. I liked the idea that my future wife had a wild side and she knew it. But with two kids in college and beginning a second career, she had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed the thrill of that first time with each new partner.

I thought an on-premise swinger’s party would be the perfect place to rediscover our wild side. I knew other men would still be attracted to her. I certainly was. Besides, swinger’s parties for couples were not as focused on perfect bodies as the typical twenty-something nightclub scene.

While many of the women at the party had changed into costumes that exposed nipples or bared ass, she had attracted attention in a simple black dress with a swooping neckline and a short skirt. She still had the figure to look good in a tight dress. Yet, she had brushed off the men who approached her. When the tall women dressed as a forest nymph began flirting with me, my wife had been pleasant but aloof.

We had talked before the party about what we would do if we met someone we knew. We had only talked in “damage control” mode. I hadn’t considered the possibility that a familiar face would make the whole experience more enjoyable. But here was the proof. My wife was actually laughing as Nora pointed out who was good for one shot and who was good for the night. Nora’s familiarity with the crowd could only have come from very personal experience. Nora’s lighthearted teasing buoyed my wife’s self-confidence and aroused her curiosity.

I had never thought of our neighbors as experienced swingers. Then again, who would have thought we would be there at all?

Nora was attractive but she was not what I thought of as “sexy”. She had large breasts and a round ass to match, but her cherubic face seemed more suitable for hosting bake sales than swinging. I knew she had sex because their 2 kids were living proof. I just never imagined her with her ass in the air fucking for the fun of it. As she stood there with her outsized breasts pushed up by a bustier and the string of her thong wedged between her ass cheeks, imagining sex with our young neighbor was getting a lot easier.

“Is your husband here?”

The question I asked would have been innocent in any other venue than a swingers club.

“Roger?” Nora answered as calmly as if I’d asked about the weather. “Last I saw him, my little Peter Pan was being led astray by Tinkerbelle.”

She turned in a circle slowly scanning the room. Peter Pan and Tinkerbelle had obviously flown off to Neverland for an adventure. I looked at Nora’s full figure in the skimpy Little Red Riding Hood costume as she turned and wondered whether she talked dirty when she made love.

My wife poked me in the ribs just as Nora turned back toward us.

“Don’t stare, Nora’s our neighbor.” My wife chided.

“You can stare as long as you’d like, Steve.” Nora said, as she arched her back seductively. “I’m a very friendly neighbor.”

She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the cheek while my wife watched. Nora was testing my wife’s boundaries. When Jocelyn didn’t protest, Nora put her arms around my neck and gave me a wetter kiss that lingered. Jocelyn’s cheeks flushed again, but this time she appeared more aroused than embarrassed.

“I think I’ve got his attention.” Nora looked down at the tent in my trousers. “He looks delicious, Jocelyn. I hope you’ll share.”

“He really is good in bed.” Jocelyn looked at me approvingly, as if she was bragging about an award I’d won.

Nora gave me a long critical look from head to toe and then licked her lips seductively in approval. I had never been so conscious of a woman appraising my body for nothing more than her sexual pleasure. My cock jerked once and a spot of precum soaked through the front of my chinos. Both women saw the effect Nora was having on me and smiled knowingly to each other. I thought Nora was going to drop to her knees right there and pull my cock out.

3.

The potential for that moment to hurl us into the world of swinging was broken by a huge pair of hands that reached around Nora’s chest and grasped her breasts roughly.

Nora jumped and tried to wriggle free of the giant’s grip.

“Eric! Let go, you lout. Can’t you see I was about to score.”

“Oh, sorry. Who’s the lucky one tonight.”

He looked over her shoulder at me. A giant of a man with a winning smile. Sort of a teddy bear, but a teddy bear with dense curly hair on his chest and an eagle tattoo on biceps as thick as my thighs.

“You’ll like her. She talks real dirty when she’s on the edge of a big one.”

“Like you’d know, big boy.” Nora warmed to her surprise visitor.

“Oh, we’ve had our times together.”

He still held her firmly with one meaty forearm across her chest. As he spoke, his other hand brushed over the front of her Little Red Riding Hood costume and ducked under the small triangle of her thong. She nearly melted in his embrace as his fingers slid between the folds of her pussy and a single finger curled up inside her. Her eyes popped wide open as his hand pulled free of her snatch and the one slick finger touched her lips. Her lipstick matched her costume. Bright red and glossy. She opened her lips slightly and flicked her pink tongue out to taste her juice on his fingertip.

“I think she’s ready. You want to take her back and fuck her? She’s good. She really is.”

He offered her body to me even as she snuggled in his arms. He could have led Nora away with him but he didn’t. Swinging was so new to me that the etiquette of the situation was puzzling. What was I supposed to do?

He moved Nora gently to one side and extended his hand to me.

“I’m Eric. I don’t think we’ve met.”

I took his hand and shook it firmly.

“I’m Steve.”

I could have introduced my wife but I was overwhelmed by the sudden turn in our prospects for the evening.

“And who is this gorgeous newbie?” He positioned himself directly in front of Jocelyn. Although my wife could lift a kayak by herself, she appeared frail next to this giant.

“Newbie? Is it that obvious?” My wife asked, with far greater interest in this stranger than she had shown for any man earlier in the evening.

She extended her hand to him. He looked at her hand and frowned.

“Lady. This is a party. That’s not how you greet a man who just might want to fuck you later.”

Jocelyn’s jaw dropped open. She sucked in a gulp of air and looked to Nora for help. I was temporarily out of the picture.

“That’s just Eric. He’s blunt, but he’ll grow on you if you let him.”

“He’d grow on you, would he?” She smiled at his huge limp cock curled in a mesh thong. “I’m sure he would.”

My wife just stood there for a few moments looking at the big man. There was something familiar about the way she looked at him, and then it hit me. She was appraising him sexually the way that Nora had just appraised me. Was my wife really considering sex with this giant of a man? This wasn’t part of our agreement but the extra-ordinarily improbable now seemed possible and the possibility excited me.

“What would I need to do to be less obvious?” My wife locked the large man in her gaze as she asked her question.

Her question was really more of an invitation and that’s how the stranger took it. My wife’s dress was gathered together by a single clasp in front that allowed a generous exposure of cleavage and then a keyhole glimpse of bare flesh down to her navel. He stepped forward, took the clasp in his fingers and unfastened the hook that held the form fitting material in place.

My wife’s arms hung limp by her side as she watched Eric reach for the clasp. She took a deep breath and sighed as she felt the clasp release. Her breasts had been pushed up and together by the elasticity of the silky fabric. Freed from their restraints, her full breasts spilled out into his hands. He held her breasts gently as she searched his eyes, oblivious to those around her. Then he let her breasts hang free out of the gap in her dress. He stepped back to admire her.

“I’m Jocelyn. I’m pleased to me you.” She said demurely. “You’ve just met my husband.”

Eric turned to me. “Mind if I take her for a spin … on the dance floor, I mean.”

“No. Not at all.” I was too astonished to protest and probably wouldn’t have, even if he had asked to fuck her. I added. “If it’s OK with her.”

“I love to dance. I used to do it a lot more.” She turned and winked at me. “I’m sure Steve and Nora can find something to do while we’re gone.”

She added, almost as an afterthought. “See you at midnight.”

Midnight was almost an hour away. That was more than a couple dances.

What just happened, I thought to myself? My wife was going away with a man who had fondled her breasts and she left me with a woman who had no inhibitions about sex with married men. It wasn’t the alcohol. We hadn’t been drinking that much. The chi of the party must have overwhelmed our senses. We were on the rollercoaster for this ride. I took a deep breath and let Dora pull me into the swirling mass of partially naked bodies.

4.

I am not usually comfortable as a dancer but this wasn’t a typical dance. This was a swinger’s club. No woman was going to be thrown off the dance floor because her boobs wouldn’t bounce in sync to the rhythm. No man’s inept attempt at pelvic thrusting would be met with laughter. The mood was pure libido — and very forgiving. The dancing was as close to the act of sex as a group of people could share standing up.

I felt hands slap my butt playfully and nipples brush against my arm as nearly naked women swirled nearby. Nora shed her costume piece by piece until she wore nothing but a wide belt and her bright red boots. Men brushed against her and felt her soft breasts or bare ass. She responded to the attention of others with kisses and laughter, but always kept close to me. Emboldened by her display of easy affection, I began to caress her body with increasing confidence as we moved together with the music. She unbuttoned my shirt and pressed her full breasts into my chest. I reached around her and grasped a handful of ass in each hand. I pulled her ass cheeks apart as she squealed in delight.

Just as I was lewdly exposing Nora’s puckered little asshole for anyone who cared to look, I saw them off to one side. My wife smiled at me and waved to let me know she was watching. I let Nora’s ass cheeks snap back together, although I kept my hands on her smooth bare flesh. Nora snuggled into me and pulled my shirt off. Jocelyn watched Nora begin to undress me, but did not come closer.

Eric was behind my wife with his rough hands squeezing her breasts as they dangled out of her unfastened dress. She smiled slyly at me and turned her head slightly to say something to him. His hands dropped to her thighs and lifted the hem of her skirt. I could see her full bush of pubic hair as he exposed her to me. He had managed to remove the panties on a crowded dance floor that I had been unable to persuade her to leave off in the privacy of our hotel room. Jocelyn twisted in his arms until her bare ass faced me and whispered in his ear again. I saw his large hands brush over her soft flesh and finger her asshole openly as she looked over her shoulder at me without flinching.

I was a newbie so I got erect every time a naked woman approached me seductively. It was obvious what I had to offer them. Eric was experienced. His cock had been curled up comfortably in his thong, even when he had fondled Nora and Jocelyn. Yet, it was a safe bet that his cock would be as massive as his physique when he was aroused. Now I could see that I was right.

As Jocelyn moved to one side, what she had been appraising earlier in the evening was on full display. His huge balls were still held in the skimpy thong but his shaft jutted upward like the limb of a tree. She had to stand on her toes to kiss him full on the mouth. Her hand could barely wrap around his cock as she tugged him along behind her and disappeared into the crowd.

Nora had seen them. She leaned into my ear and whispered.

“I think your wife’s got his attention. He doesn’t get it up until he’s ready.”

“Ready for what?” I asked, still not believing in the obvious.

“To fuck, silly. Just like we’re going to do.”

She put her mouth over mine. I felt her tongue part my lips and explore my mouth. She pushed her body away from me as she broke the kiss. I watched mesmerized as she knelt to pull off my pants and guide my cock through the opening in my briefs. We had watched Jocelyn wrap her hand around Eric’s shaft. Now it was Nora’s turn to wrap her hand around my shaft and tug on the foreskin. She smiled wickedly and stood up without releasing her grip on my cock. She gave me another wet kiss as she tucked my shaft between her pubes.

A woman came up behind me and flattened her breasts against my back while Nora continued to probe my mouth with her tongue. There was more bare skin pressed up against me at that moment than I had ever felt in my life. My pole was just long enough that the tip was visible between Nora’s thighs from behind as she pressed her neatly trimmed muff of pubic hair into mine. I was about to squirt my load into the air when the music picked up and our trio broke apart. As I was pulled back into the rhythm of the dance, I looked over my shoulder to see the forest nymph smiling at me again. I had not forgotten her comment to Nora earlier that evening.

The next hour was a blur. The rhythms alternated fast and slow, the whole dance floor bouncing as a group and then couples pairing up in erotic embrace. The DJ kept trying to mix people up in new combinations. Nora and I kept trying to get back together. I danced, ogled and groped with a number of women over a broad range of ages and body types. Petite women with acorn sized breasts held me around the waist and slid up and down my partially exposed cock seductively. Full figured women pressed back into me and squeezed my cock in the cleavage between their ass cheeks. I could have taken any of a number of women to the back rooms to fuck, but I kept coming back with Nora to the dance floor.

I was having so much fun, I occasionally forgot all about Eric and Jocelyn. Every so often, when there was a lull in the music, I looked around for them but I could not see her. I was not concerned. The dance floor was crowded and we were all having fun. As time passed, more of the couples had drifted to the party rooms in back and the crowd on the dance floor thinned. It should have been easier to find her now, but I was increasingly distracted by the overwhelming stimulus to my senses.

I was only aware of the hour when the DG announced the next to last dance of the evening. Nora nearly had to pull a well seasoned woman with silver streaked hair off my chest to get me for the last dance. Only when the woman was satisfied that Nora was offering another man in exchange would she let go of me. It was awkward. I would have gladly spent the rest of the evening with the silver haired woman or any of the other women who had approached me, but Nora was the woman that I wanted most at that moment.

5.

Nora led me to a couch on the edge of the dance floor as the hour arrived for the change in rules. It was midnight. The rules had been designed to encourage new couples to get comfortable mingling with others, although a number of couples had done a lot more than mingle in the main ballroom before the hour arrived.

Some couples like Jocelyn and me, who were just checking the place out, had already left when the reality sank in that their partner could actually have sex with a stranger. Other couples, who had talked through issues of commitment and jealousy, were surprised by how comfortable they were watching each other move closer to having sex with someone just for fun.

I looked around for Jocelyn anxiously. She had said we would meet at midnight. When we made the reservation, Jocelyn had insisted we were there for the ‘meet and greet’ dance. If I was lucky, I could watch other couples “do it”, but we were not there to actually swap partners and have sex. This was the hour we had planned to leave, but how could I leave with my wife if I couldn’t find her.

I had watched my wife lose her inhibitions over the course of the evening. Before the party, she had complained that the dress I bought her was too “sexy”, but I had seen her with her breasts hanging out and a finger in her crack. She was obviously enjoying the attention. It did not take a mind reader to see where this was heading. But sex was another level of involvement. We had been separated before we had agreed explicitly to allow sex with others — or was her body language more than enough?

An hour of dancing with naked women had brought my libido to the boiling point. The delicious feel of natural breasts pressed against my bare skin had aroused me to the point of no return. I wanted the soft wetness of lips sliding over my cock. I wanted the taste of wet pussy on my tongue. I needed to fuck a woman who wanted me. Nora wanted me. Sex with Nora was inevitable if we stayed, but I also wanted to be married to Jocelyn when all of this pent up lust was spent.

The music had stopped. It was so quiet you could hear the squish, squish, squish of the woman getting fucked on the couch next to us. I had looked forward to being aroused by the sight of so many naked women, but I was surprised by how exciting it was for me as a man to see so many other men of various shapes and sizes flaunting their erections. I had no desire to touch any of them myself, but it excited me to image that each cock would be invited to penetrate at least one of these women before the evening was over. Long or short, thick or thin, curved or straight — each hard shaft now straining upward would be thrust inside a wet pussy, pumped until white globs of cum spurted from its tip and then slipped out as a limp tube of warm flesh. No small part of my excitement was the possibility that one or more of these cocks could undergo this immensely satisfying transformation while thrust inside my wife with her enthusiastic encouragement and my full consent.

My reverie on the evening’s promise was broken by the reality of a hand wrapping around my cock again. Nora’s breath was warm against my ear as she whispered to me.

“I’m Little Red Riding Hood and I’m going to huff and puff – and give you the best blow job of your life.”

“That’s not how it comes out!” I protested absurdly, stalling for time.

“Oh, so you’re a stickler for literary accuracy are you? You want to eat me instead, you big bad wolf.”

“If you make me cum too quick, I’ll eat your pussy ’til you scream.”

“Is that a promise?”

She stood and pulled off the red leather belt that was the last shred of her costume. Her bright red boots were staying on for the rest of the evening. She was pretty. The girl next door. Soft and round. Cute face. And she was waiting for me to fuck her.

She looked down at me patiently. We were going to have sex. Although my cock had been pulled out, I was still in my briefs. It was obvious what she expected of me.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my last item of clothing. I lifted my ass off the couch and slid my briefs down to my knees. My shaft pointed up at her. She knelt down between my legs and placed the tip of my cock in her mouth.

A moment of fear replaced my excitement as the image of Jocelyn waiting alone in the car flashed through my mind. Nora sensed my discomfort and paused. This evening was going downhill fast.

Just as my doubts were about to ruin a great evening, my wife emerged from the hallway leading to the private rooms. She had not been on the dance floor but neither had she left the building. Her hair was mussed and her dress was gone.

“There you are!”

Jocelyn practically giggled with delight when she saw Nora between my legs with my briefs around my knees.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get back earlier,” she hesitated, while carefully choosing her words, then added simply. “I’ve been busy.”

Nora crawled back up onto the couch on one side of me while Jocelyn sat on the other side. My briefs were still bunched up around my knees with my cock sticking straight up as the two naked women pressed me between them.

“I’m glad you convinced me to come. I’m having fun. Are you?”

As Jocelyn leaned into me for a kiss, she spread her legs slightly. Her pussy lips were bright red and slightly puffy. Cum leaked from her slit. She had just been fucked — maybe more than once.

“Yes … I … Nora … uh ….” I could not form a complete sentence. I had fantasized about this moment for years. Yet, when I realized that Jocelyn had already taken the plunge, I was stammering like my wife had earlier in the evening when she realized our sweet, young neighbor was an experienced swinger.

“I’ve been having a good time too.”

“I … You …” I continued to stammer.

“I know a really good treatment for stammering.” Nora volunteered.

“Does it involve getting his briefs off?” Jocelyn joked with our young neighbor.

“Why yes!” Nora laughed. “And then we have to relieve some of the venous congestion in his tubular appendage.”

“Oh, goody!” My wife continued to play along. “Can I watch?”

“Sure. You can help.”

They both reached for my briefs and giggled as they yanked them off. Jocelyn motioned for Nora to climb up on top of me.

“He’s all yours, Nora. I told them I wouldn’t be gone for long.”

“Them?”

I could only manage a one word reply.

“You didn’t expect me to take Eric without a little warm-up, did you?” She laughed.

I lay back on the couch. I had accepted that Eric was going to fuck her, but I hadn’t imagined a gang-bang. I wondered who else had stretched her vagina. The images in my mind aroused me even more. I had no time to contemplate the pleasure my wife had already experienced. Nora’s breasts swayed enticingly over my face as she positioned herself on top of me. Her nipples had puffed up to twice their original size and stuck out from wide aureoles that were the size of a smaller woman’s breasts. Nora was going to fuck me. I was ready.

Nora placed her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. My wife’s hand wrapped around my cock and pulled the shaft up slightly to align with Nora’s moist pussy. The whole evening had been foreplay, yet the suddenness of the penetration was surprising. Nora lowered herself onto me in one smooth motion until my shaft was fully swallowed up in the warmth of her body. The first sensation of popping through the ring of muscles around her cunt was delicious. She let out a long blissful sigh and closed her eyes. We both held absolutely still to savor the moment.

I could not see my wife but I could feel her presence watching intently as our neighbor was added to my list of “other women”. Whatever reservations Jocelyn had about swapping were gone. I was free to enjoy myself. The feeling of release was extraordinary. They say that a drowning man sees his life flash before his eyes. In those few moments of stillness after my cock found its way into our neighbor’s pussy, I recalled the intense sensations of pleasure I had experienced with each of the women I had fucked in my lifetime from the former girlfriend my roommate dumped on me in college to the casual affair my future wife had encouraged before we decided to settle down and have kids.

The vivid memories of my youth transitioned seamlessly into a fantasy as I pictured my wife and me entering the club earlier in the evening. In my trance, the other couples danced around us in slow motion as if we were in another dimension. My wife picked out women one after another and then held them steady when they bent over for me to fuck. I was penetrating the leggy blonde girlfriend of a well-hung jock when I was jerked back to reality by the cool sensation of air around my cock. Nora lifted up to expose my shaft and then plunged the rod back into her body.

When I opened my eyes, Nora’s face was only inches above mine. Her brown eyes were sparkling and intense. She smiled. My pleasure was enhanced by knowing that my partner of the moment shared my feelings. I knew I could not last very long now, but I vowed to give her the most memorable orgasm of her life — or, at least, of that evening.

“Do you think he likes it?”

My wife was sitting beside us, playing with the cum that dripped from her pussy as she watched us.

“He’d better like it. I have a reputation, you know.”

My wife laughed at Nora’s bravado.

“So you don’t think I have a reputation?”

“Oh, you will after tonight.”

My wife laughed again.

“Then I better get back before they miss me.”

My wife leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. It was an odd sensation. The almost chaste peck on the cheek could have been a typical kiss in the morning before she left for work, except that our neighbor was stuck on my cock and my wife was leaving to get fucked by yet another man.

“You’ll take care of Nora, won’t you, Dear?”

“Ah … Ah …”

I was in no condition to respond to my wife’s teasing. All my thoughts had ceased. All the activity in my brain was focused on the sensations of Nora clutching my cock inside her. I could not hold on any longer. My testes were pulled up tight as the first load of semen shot through the stiff tube that I was bucking up into her body. She must have felt the sticky white fluid fill her cavity. She grunted and then relaxed. She shuddered ever so slightly but it was not a real orgasm. Her contractions were voluntary as she gripped my shaft rhythmically. She milked me until all of the fluid was gone. I went limp with one long last sigh of fulfillment and then slipped out of her.

I looked over at my wife, who had stayed to watch another woman satisfy me. Jocelyn’s face was flushed with excitement. My wife had actually enjoyed watching me fuck. I continued to breathe hard as Nora gently let her full breasts press into my heaving chest. This was even better than my fantasies.

6.

Jocelyn took my hand, squeezed gently and then let go. The couch shifted as my wife stood up to leave.

“Join me later if you want. And bring a friend.”

I could hear my wife’s voice fading as she moved away from us toward the room where she would have sex with strangers.

“He likes to eat cum after fucking.”

Nora leaned into my ear again and whispered. “I’d like that.”

Who was I to deny this woman pleasure? I nodded my assent to her proposal.

I could feel the cum dribbling onto my abdomen before I fully grasped that Nora was ready now. She was unable to hold it all inside her. White globs hung lewdly from the pink folds of her swollen pussy. Beads of sticky cum stretched out into long tendrils that connected us together. Most of the frothy material would eventually fall with gravity when the strand broke. The last inch of each sticky cord snapped back to her dripping pussy to wait for another drop to form.

She held her freshly fucked hole closed tight but the long vertical folds of her labia were still pulled apart. Where the folds came together at the top of her slit, a swollen cylinder of bright red flesh jutted out like a finger raised in the universal gesture for fucking. Below the opening I had just penetrated was a smaller opening that was untouched. Some of the foamy juice had collected in the puckered depression. As Nora’s dripping snatch approached closer to my lips, I wondered just how thoroughly she wanted to be cleaned out.

Visual stimuli can be overwhelming. I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the power of her scent without the distraction of sight. It was not entirely her scent that I inhaled but ours. Condoms were freely available. She had allowed me entry without encumbrance, as I was a trusted neighbor and had been monogamous until tonight.

Her scent became most pungent in the instant before she lowered her body to my lips. She had the ideal pussy for sucking. The large wrinkled folds of her labia hung like dried apricots dipped in white chocolate. I parted my lips and sucked first one and then the other thick fold into my mouth. I took my time cleaning the fleshy appendages thoroughly with my tongue before letting go.

When I was finished with the lips of her pussy, I plunged my nose between her folds and inhaled deeply of her scent. She was trembling and began to moan softly between gasps for air. My tongue reached inside her to scoop out the remaining nectar. I grabbed her ass with my hands and pulled her into me. She needed no encouragement. She ground her cunt into my face.

She was salty and bitter and hot and slimy at the same time. I do not understand men or women who dislike the taste of a freshly fucked pussy, but I know some benighted souls don’t like raw oysters and Tabasco sauce. I considered this a treat rather than a duty to please the women who had just given me such pleasure.

I sucked her clit between my lips and then pressed the broad surface of my tongue onto the nubbin of sensitive tissue. I shook my head back and forth. Filthy words poured from Nora’s mouth as she urged me on. Eric said Nora talked dirty when she was on the edge of a big one. I had Nora where I wanted her, but I wouldn’t let her go quickly. I knew Nora would sit down for some girl talk with my wife after we got home. I wanted to give Nora something that would make my wife proud of her husband.

Most of what spilled from Nora’s mouth was just an incoherent stream of “dirty” words.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh God, Yes! Give it to me. Shit. Fuck yes!

Her words encouraged me to keep probing her with my tongue while I used the tip of my nose to keep the stimulus on her clit. Her body began to tremble in a long plateau of mini-orgasms as she got ready to let go with the big one.

Then I heard what sounded almost like a coherent statement of fact and an urgent request.

“You cunt sucking fucker! Lick my ass!

Did she mean it? I thought quickly and then decided on a test. My fingers had been dug into the soft flesh of her round ass, gripping tightly to hold her in place. I moved my hands together until my fingertips were touching in the crease between her ass cheeks. The last bit of cum in her crevice gave me the slick lubrication I needed. I found the little puckered opening and pressed. My finger sank in to the knuckle without resistance. Words stopped tumbling from Nora’s filthy mouth as she let out a grunt and started to moan continuously.

I removed my finger and slide down to get in position. I couldn’t wait to fuck her doggy style. She had a bubble butt made for pounding, but her generous endowment made her prize harder to reach. Another string of obscenities encouraged me to make the extra effort. My hands moved back to their original position so I could keep her ass cheeks pulled apart as I worked on her.

And there it was. Scrubbed as clean as a Christmas plate. The puckered little opening, ruby colored against a background of pink. I would remember the dark brown freckle sitting on the rim of her asshole before my tongue covered it up.

I pushed her off my face to get another good breathe before I dived in for the finish.

She screamed an obscenity and nearly stood up when my tongue probed the depression my finger had opened. My hands clutched her flesh tightly as I struggled to hold on. She lifted my head from the couch but I continued to push my tongue against her puckered little opening. I could feel the muscles just below the rim contracting. She squirted cum on my face as I held my breath through her orgasm.

When I could begin counting discrete spasms, I knew she was spent. I pushed out from under her to breathe again. She collapsed on her side and curled up. Her lids fluttered open. Her eyes rolled back for a second. She took an enormous breath and looked at me with a dazed expression. Then she went nearly limp and curled up in a fetal position.

I was afraid I had hurt her. I took her hand and asked if she was alright.

She squeezed my hand weakly but did not open her eyes.

“Oh, God. Leave me alone.”

I looked around for help. The forest nymph was sitting on the arm of the couch. She had been watching us the whole time.

“Can I be next?” She said simply.

“What?”

“Can I be next?” She said again.

“But …” I couldn’t finish.

“She’ll be alright. Haven’t you ever seen a woman have an orgasm.”

“Yes. But not like this …”

“Well, get used to it. You’re good. That’s why I want you.”

I looked at her incredulously.

“Are you sure she’s OK?”

“Yep. Just trust me on this one.”

I looked at Nora again. She looked peaceful. Her breathing was even and steady. She looked like … she was sleeping. She had fucked, rolled over and gone to sleep. I didn’t know women did that.

“So …Am I next?”

The wisps of green chiffon that had transformed her into a forest nymph earlier in the evening were gone. She stood before me naked. No boots or stockings. Not even a belly piercing. Only a sparkling diamond wedding ring and gold earrings. I liked what I saw.

“I take that as a Yes?” She looked at my soft cock quickly inflating again as I looked her over.

“Sure. Where do you want to go?”

“Definitely a shower. You look like a bukkake girl.”

And I did look like I had been the center of attraction at a gangbang, even if it had only been Nora and me. My face was shiny with cum. My chest and abdomen were covered with the stuff. There were even globs in my hair.

7.

We walked back to the locker room. A couple was getting dressed to leave. The balding man looked like he had taped out for the evening. His younger wife must have already gotten her fair share, judging by the smile on her face. When they left, we would be alone in the usually crowded room.

My forest nymph grabbed some towels and led me to the showers. I stopped her before she reached for the faucet.

“I’m sorry, but I never asked your name.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. I like to know the names of all the partners I’ve had, don’t you?”

“Partners? You mean the women you’ve fucked?”

She laughed and hugged me.

“You are such a newbie. I like the sweet and innocent types, particularly the ones who lick ass.”

I actually blushed at her audacity but her lighthearted teasing was not meant to offend and I did not take it that way.

“OK, let me think.” She made an exaggerated expression like she was thinking hard. “Not the first time. I don’t care about names the first time. I lost count after a couple hundred and that was a long time ago.”

She watched me carefully for my reaction. I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t. She was in a different league. I was nervous. She was not. What didn’t show up in my face, I gave away with my posture. We were standing there naked. Before tonight, that alone was enough to make me self-conscious.

“A couple dozen stand out.” She continued with her usual poise. “If you’re lucky, you’ll be one of them — then I’ll want your name and address. Of course, I won’t need it. I expect Eric has gotten your wife’s number.”

So Eric was her husband. How was I going to compare to Eric? But I suppose I could ask Jocelyn now, since she had just fucked the giant man.

I looked at the woman who wanted me for her pleasure. She was elegant. She was somewhat shorter than my wife but perfectly proportioned. Long, sleek legs. An hour glass figure. Her dark hair perfectly coiffed — or, at least, it had been. She could have been a model or a …

“Were you a prostitute?”

I just blurted it out. It was curiosity, not a moral judgment. Would a swinger have had a hundred men?

“Yes. It was an easy way to finance college. I had a high end practice — most of the time it was fun.”

“Did you feel used?”

She studied me.

“I was in customer service and I was doing what I liked to do. I did more for my clients than a shrink ever could, and my services probably saved a few marriages. ”

She studied me again.

“Are you shocked?”

“I would have been last week.” I paused to frame my words just right.

“This club is a business. I paid money so my wife and I could fuck strangers. I feel good. Why should I judge you?”

“Have you ever been with a prostitute?”

“Yes.” I answered without hesitation, although it was a secret I had kept from my wife.

“Did you get what you needed?”

I did not want to reveal any more secrets but I knew I couldn’t hide from this woman.

“Yes.” I continued. “Women just assume men know how, but it didn’t come natural for me.”

I thought back to my first awkward experiences. I had been a gangly teenager and was still a virgin when I entered college.

“The first couple tries were a disaster. Then I did an internship in Hong Kong with the company my dad worked for. My parents paid for a hotel for the summer. I got a small apartment and spent the rest on … well, you know.”

“So, did you get what you needed?”

She had quickly made me feel comfortable. Nora was sexy in a wholesome sort of way, but part of Nora’s appeal was that sex with her seemed naughty. For Peggy, sex was as natural as breathing or taking a leak. A prostitute as gorgeous and empathetic as Peggy would have had a lot of loyal customers.

“Eventually” I continued. “My first attempts were rushed and clumsy, but I got good professional advice — and lots of practice.”

“Did it help when you got back home?”

“I didn’t wait to get home.”

The forest nymph smiled knowingly and waited for me to go on.

“One of my favorite call girls was serious about teaching me. For my final exam, I convinced another intern to come back to my apartment with me. She was as nervous as I had been earlier in the summer. I think her friends persuaded her to do it, just to see what it was like.”

“And?”

I smiled to myself as I remembered the young Chinese woman’s high cheek bones and almond eyes. We had a fantastic evening fucking on a balcony high above the lights of the entertainment district. She woke me up early the next morning eager for one last fuck before she had to leave.

“So I think I passed.”

“Do you still want to know my name?”

“Yes.”

“Peggy. Peggy Sanford.”

“And Eric is your husband?”

“No. I just swing with Eric. My husband doesn’t like clubbing so I bring some raw pussy home for him now and then to keep him satisfied.”

“So do you know who I am?”

“You’re Steve and your wife is Jocelyn. I do the paperwork for the club owners so I saw your pictures before you arrived. You looked like a nice couple, and newbies are fun sometimes, so I made a point of looking you over. I liked what I saw.”

“Have you talked to Eric tonight?”

“Do you mean “Is your wife a good fuck?” The answer is yes. I don’t think you can cool her down now. I hope you like swinging.”

“Can I look forward to fucking more women like you and Nora? Then, yes, I think I’ll like swinging.”

“I hope you’re ready. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I didn’t know what could be more exciting than what I had already experienced, but I was signed on for whatever she had in store for me.

She turned on the water and handed me the soap. I slid the bar between her legs. If she expected me to lick her, then I was going to make sure she was well scrubbed. She returned the favor, spending more time on my cock than was necessary for purely hygienic purposes. Her attention to my asshole was a little awkward at first, although the sensations were pleasurable.

When we had dried off, we went back to the locker room and she took a small leather bag from one of the cubbyholes.

She read the quizzical expression on my face.

“I never go anywhere without my bag. Want to see?”

She opened the purse for me. I peered inside.

She laughed at my expression.

“And I expect to use each and every item.”

There were a dozen condoms of various sizes and styles, some sanitary wipes and a waste bag, several packages of lubricant shaped like small disposable enemas, a medium sized butt plug and three different styles of dildo with strap on harnesses.

“Oh, come on. Haven’t you ever played with a butt plug?”

“Only to masturbate.” I froze and moved my lips wordless for a moment. I didn’t intend to tell her that either, but I had nowhere to hide.

“It took Eric awhile to get used to it.” Her tone was straightforward. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. That’s the cardinal rule in a swingers club. That and “no means no”.

My bowels tightened at the thought of this gorgeous woman slipping a strap-on into her muscular companion’s asshole. That was just too weird.

“See. You’re already considering it.”

She pointed to my cock which had hardened perceptibly as we talked.

8.

We walked back to the dance floor. Two women stood embracing each other while one of them was being fucked from behind by a short heavy set man. Another man with hairy shoulders was doing an older woman doggy style on the couch where Nora had been sleeping when we left her. Nora was gone.

We walked down the corridor where I had last seen my wife. Each room had its own theme. Most of the doors were closed. The door to one room opened as we passed and a woman dripping with cum emerged. Through the partially open door, I saw another woman being lifted into a swing by several men.

“Hi, Martha.” Peggy greeted the young redhead by name. “Looks like you got lucky tonight.”

“Sure did! Nearly won the drawing for the swing. The way that first woman carried on, I didn’t think there would be anything left for me. I know I didn’t leave much for next girl.”

“Don’t be so sure. That’s a pretty hardy bunch of guys. They’ll get it up again for the ladies.”

“Not my problem.” The redhead said with a shrug as she turned to leave.

Peggy called after the shapely young woman. “Who was the lucky winner?”

The redhead turned her head but continued to walk away from us.

“A newbie. The one in the black dress.”

I watched her butt sway as she walked down the hall to the showers.

“You’ll never get her alone.” Peggy took my arm to turn me around. “She’s a lesbian except when she’s gangbanging.”

I raised my eyebrows but said nothing. I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind of that “woman in the black dress.”

At the end of the hallway, there was a room with the door half open. We entered.

There were three women and two men lying on a large mattress. The face of the woman farthest to the left was obscured by the man lying on top of her. All I could see was the bottom of her feet bouncing on his ass as he pushed into her, but I knew it was her. It was Jocelyn.

Eric looked over his shoulder as we stepped into the room and closed the door behind us.

“Well, aren’t you going to get up and greet me.” Peggy asked.

He turned away from us without speaking, pushed his arms under Jocelyn and lifted her off the mattress effortlessly. She squealed in surprise and delight with the new sensation. He stood up to his full height with my wife still stuck on his massive erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist for support. It wasn’t necessary. He could have held her up with one arm.

The other three people in the room stopped to watch us. Nora and her husband Roger had a small breasted Chinese woman cuddled up between them who was still flushed with the excitement of coitus. The bits and pieces of her Tinkerbelle costume were strewn about the room. Jocelyn’s little black dress lay crumpled in one corner.

“Maybe we should …” I spoke hesitantly, like we had crashed in on a party by mistake.

“Nonsense. Your wife wants you now. Don’t you?”

Jocelyn looked at me without loosening her grip on Eric. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss. It was an affectionate gesture even in this most unusual of circumstances.

Eric lifted Jocelyn off as easily as if he were stroking his cock with his hand. His shaft gleamed with her juices. Her pussy was cherry red where his piston was jammed into her. The walls of her cunt clung to him as he slowly pulled his manhood out of her. His shaft was as large as any in the porno movies. I had seen her vagina open for the head of a baby, so big was all relative. I just never imagined seeing her stretched like this for a cock, or enjoying it so much.

I must have been enjoyed it too. Watching my wife slid off another man’s cock had brought mine to full attention.

Jocelyn flew into my arms when her feet hit the floor. Her embrace was passionate and heartfelt. She was my loving wife and lifelong friend. I was all that and more to her.

“I knew I loved you.” She kissed me again tenderly. “I’d just forgotten how much I loved sex for the fun of it.”

She dropped to her knees and took my cock in both hands.

“This is a little ‘thank you’ present.”

I watched the tip of my cock disappear in her mouth. All the eyes in the room were on us. Good sex is fun to watch and Jocelyn was good. We were going to give them a show.

She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. The flat of her tongue cradled the shaft of my cock. She flipped the tip of her tongue playfully. My cock bounced in the air and came back to rest on the flat of her tongue again.

She slid her lips over the tip of my cock. She held my hips firmly to keep me from moving as she swirled her tongue around my helmet. Her cheeks sucked in sharply. She gently advanced the shaft to the back of her mouth. She never looked more beautiful to me than when she had a cock sticking out of her mouth. I let out a groan. Our neighbors and their friends looked on attentively. Jocelyn had me where she wanted me.

Her cheeks bulged as she moved her head from side to side pulling my cock along with her. Her hand reached between my legs. She held my balls in her palm and squeezed gently. I could feel the cum build up pressure inside me.

Her fingers slid between my ass cheeks and found the sensitive little puckered opening that Peggy had washed so thoroughly. The first digit of her fingertip entered me. She would have shoved more in if I hadn’t clamped down so tightly. She was fingering my ass while she sucked my cock. What she had once been reluctant to do for me in private, she now did for an audience.

Peggy smiled at me approvingly as Jocelyn shoved her finger in deeper. My dick slipped out of Jocelyn’s mouth and nestled against her cheek. I gripped her finger tight with my sphincter as she curved her long slender digit over my prostate. She moved her head a few inches away from me so she could watch her finger probing my ass. I was about to lose it and I had no intention of wasting it on the floor.

I grabbed clumps of her hair in my hands and thrust my cock into her face. She took a deep breath and opened wide. I felt the head of my cock slide along her soft palate. She lifted her chin to align her throat with my shaft and pulled me deeply into her. I watched her neck widened as the girth of my shaft stretched her esophagus. Her lips came to rest in my pubic hair.

She pulled back slowly until the bulb of my cock glided over her lips again. She had deep-throated me. Roger was about the same size as me and he was watching us. With a curious mix of anticipation and pride, I knew I would be watching her swallow him sometime.

Jocelyn’s chest lifted as she took another full breath and prepared to swallow my sword again. Her lips opened in a perfect circle to take back the cock that hung in her face. I couldn’t wait. I shot my first load into the air between us. She caught the glob spewing from my cock in her open mouth. Streams of cum slid down her face and neck. A strand dripped off her nipple.

She sucked my shaft into her mouth again to drain the cum that was dripping from the little slit on the tip. When I stopped pumping and just stood there, weak-kneed and panting, she pulled off my deflating organ and opened her mouth as wide as a baby bird. Her tongue was coated in sticky white cum. She turned her head from side to side for the others to see. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed. When she opened her mouth again, her tongue was clean. The cum was gone, except that which stuck in her hair and dripped from her chin. Our audience clapped their approval as I stumbled over to the mattress and lay down to recover.

Jocelyn stood there and gave a mocking little curtsy to her new fans. She was reveling in the attention she received as a “pop” artist. I had fallen in love with her for so many reasons. Her sensuality was just one of those reasons. I could not have been more proud of her than when she stood there smiling radiantly with cum dripping from her chin.

“Come on.” Peggy pulled her purse open and spilled the contents onto the mattress at my feet. “Let’s keep this party going.”

9.

Mei was the first to move. The lubricant-filled enemas were meant for serious anal play. Mei took one of the gel packets before choosing a realist cock and fitting it into a harness. Then she looked at Jocelyn.

“Who’s it going to be? You or me?”

Jocelyn just stared at her with eyes as wide as saucers. She rarely used the toys I bought her, saying she preferred warm flesh to cold rubber. I couldn’t imagine her letting a woman stick a dildo up her ass.

“OK. I’ll go first!” Mei grinned.

Mei wrapped the belt around her hips and cinched it tight. Then she pulled the straps around each thigh and positioned the dildo over her pubis so it was solid. She looked in the mirrored wall to admire herself. The cock was a mold of one of Peggy’s lovers cast in bright red silicone. For some odd reason, it did not look out of place jutting from the straight black pubic hair of the pale skinned Chinese woman. Mei adjusted the angle of the dildo like she was putting a strand of hair back in place and then turned to my wife again.

Peggy grabbed the butt plug and another package of lubricant. I felt my bowels contract as she looked at me for a moment, then she moved toward Eric. Roger leaned against the wall closest to Peggy and Eric.

Peggy traced a circle in the air with her finger. Eric understood her intentions clearly and rolled onto his stomach without protest. She crawled seductively up his back, brushing her nipples lightly over his glistening skin. She nibbled playfully on his ear lobe and whispered something that made him squirm. Then she planted a series of kisses down his spine until the tip of her nose was pressed between his ass cheeks.

She sat up and reached for one of the tubes of lubricant. She snapped the cap off and spread his cheeks with the fingers of one hand. She drizzled a few drops in the open crack and let it run over his puckered ass hole. Pressing the tip against the opening, she smiled as he pushed back into her hand and she emptied the tube into his bowels. She discarded the flattened tube into a plastic zip-lock bag and turned back to him.

Taking some of the lubricant from his crack, she coated her finger and placed the tip over the body builder’s crinkled little depression. His sphincter winked at her and then relaxed as she slowly inserted a finger up to the knuckle, extracted the finger and then inserted two fingers into the partially stretched opening. Eric gripped the mattress and grimaced.

He could have easily thrown her off with a flick of his hand, but he submitted without protest to the seemingly painful incursion. She moved her fingers in and out a few times working him open before she positioned the large butt plug over his hole. His gaping ass hole exposed a dark cavity when she withdrew her fingers. The ring of muscles had begun to close by the time she inserted the tip of the butt plug and sank the tool into him until just the flange at the base was visible in his crack.

She looked at Roger. He ripped open a condom and rolled the sheath down his tool. I was at the same time repulsed, fascinated and aroused as Roger took Peggy’s place behind Eric. Roger was an athletic young man but he was a fraction the size of the heavily muscled man whose butt lifted off the mattress in front of him. Roger lazily stroked his rod in anticipation.

I was held in suspense until it actually happened and then the swiftness of their movements was startling. Peggy pulled the butt plug from Eric’s asshole with one smooth motion and Roger moved his hose into the opening without hesitation. At first, only the mushroom shaped tip was out of sight as the ring of muscles just below the rim clenched on this magnificent specimen of manhood. As Eric’s grimace relaxed, Roger’s meat sunk in until all that was visible was a tuft of Roger’s pubic hair peeking out over the curve of Eric’s muscular ass.

My cock was fully erect as I watched the 2 men press their well muscled bodies together. I had watched men fuck women but it was nothing like this. The sex between the two men was consensual but it was not affectionate. There was no seductive foreplay or tender kisses. Roger rode Eric’s back like a cowboy on a wild mustang. Roger had the advantage of position. Eric has the advantage of size and strength. They were well matched as they bucked into each other, neither able to assert their dominance over the other.

My concentration was broken by the grip of Peggy’s fingers around my cock as she tugged on my shaft. She had a definite plan. Her eyes were filled with carnal desire. I knew I could stop her. That was one of the cardinal rules of the club. No means no. But why would I? She was experienced and willing to take me where I had never been before. I made up my mind but not without apprehension as I looked at the long ridged dildo projecting from her harness.

The three women cuddled together quietly beside me. Nora lay back facing Mei with Jocelyn’s face pressed into her muff. Jocelyn’s butt was thrust in the air for Mei to play with. The smooth skin of the three women blended together in a beautiful match of hues as their soft bodies pressed together. Mei’s dildo penetrated Jocelyn’s pussy but their coupling was as gentle as Roger and Eric’s was urgent. Nora stroked Jocelyn’s breasts affectionately as Jocelyn’s tongue savored her nectar. Jocelyn had never expressed an interest in either toys or muff diving but she seemed to be enjoying both.

I looked at Peggy’s face. She did not return my gaze. Her attention was focused on the tip of the dildo that she had pressed against my tightly clenched anus. I was trying to relax, yet my sphincter continued to tense against the unaccustomed invasion.

I knew she wanted this and I wanted to give it to her. She had experience with the taste and smell of hundreds of cocks in her thirty plus years of premarital, marital, extra-marital and professional fucking. She had taken every imaginable shape, size of shade of cock in her mouth, vagina and rectum. She had taken two and even three cocks at a time. But she had never grown tired of helping her lovers with a first time, and she knew that the dildo pushing against my asshole was definitely my first time with either a man or a woman in this position.

She took the lubricant left in the tube that she had squirted in my asshole and smeared it on my cock. She pulled the foreskin over the flare at the base of my cockhead and pumped the shaft vigorously. I would have come again if I had not shot two loads in the course of the evening.

The ploy worked. She had gotten me so excited by the handjob that I forgot about the invader just below my rocks. The dildo popped the outer ring of muscles and had penetrated several inches beyond the secondary defenses before my body reacted. I felt an irresistible pressure in my bowels like trying to hold onto a shit while hang gliding after a poorly chosen breakfast of prunes.

She held perfectly still, but she did not withdraw the toy that she had thrust inside me. Her soothing tone was calming as she coached me in how to take it up the ass and enjoy it. She was a pro. I began to relax. As soon as I began to accept the intrusion, sensations that had been extremely disagreeable became intensely pleasurable.

I loved the sensation of pressure around my cock, whether the cheeks of my lover’s mouth or the walls of her vagina. I was discovering that the sensation of my anal sphincter being stretched could also be a distinctly pleasurable experience. The exquisite sensation of pressure on my prostate was an added bonus.

I looked over at my two friends. Eric’s eyes were closed. His fists gripped the mattress tightly. Roger’s face was intense. He alternated long slow strokes with pauses to avoid cumming. It was still a little weird to watch Roger’s latex clad cock slide between the hairy cheeks of Eric’s ass, but I could no longer hide my fascination or excitement. Someday I would have to have that.

I looked at the long cylinder that Peggy was slowly feeding deeper in my ass. Peggy put her hands behind my knees and rolled me into a ball. My ass lifted off the mattress as Peggy bottomed the shaft inside me. My cock was pointed in my face and dripping cum. Peggy pulled out a couple inches and drove back in. I grunted and pushed back against her. My testes were now pulled inside my body so I could see my asshole stretched open by the lewdly protruding shaft.

I had no desire to be a woman. I liked having a cock. I liked to be bigger and stronger than the partners I fucked. There was an immensely satisfying sense of power to lying on top of a smaller, softer body who was begging for what I had to offer. Even when the woman was on top and riding my cock, it did not have the same sense as what I felt now being penetrated by the rubber tube strapped to Peggy’s pubis. Peggy was still a sleek greyhound to my bulldog, but it was the muscles in her buttocks and thighs, not mine, that were pumping as she rammed her shaft into my yielding flesh. I lay on my back quivering as I willingly submitted to her. I wondered if I looked to Peggy like my wife looked to me when I pumped my tool into her.

I knew my wife was watching me, but I couldn’t get up the courage to look at her. What did she think of her husband being fucked in the ass by a long-legged woman wearing a strap-on.

Then I heard Jocelyn let out a moan that was a distinctive mixture of pain and pleasure. There was only one explanation. I knew what had happened, but I looked anyway.

Jocelyn was on her side with one leg held straight in the air and the other pulled up almost to her chin. Mei lay behind Jocelyn with her fingers holding the folds of my wife’s pussy apart. Her cunt hole gaped open. Jocelyn looked like a Hindu deity with one pair of legs extending up and another pair extended down from her ass. Mei’s legs seemed firmly attached to Jocelyn’s body by the rod jammed in my wife’s butt hole.

Mei winked at me and shoved the replica of a cock deeper inside Jocelyn. Mei was fucking my wife but she was giving me the come-on. The woman who was taking my wife’s ass wanted my cock in hers.

My wife looked at me intensely. Her face was distorted with passion. She closed her eyes tightly and began to moan uncontrollably as she had the first small orgasm in what promised to be a long series. The cum from a series of strangers squirted from her open cunt hole as her pussy clenched with her spasms.

I looked over at Roger and Eric. Roger had pressed his chest into Eric’s back and driven his cock all the way in. Their bodies were still. Roger’s hand was wrapped around Eric’s cock and was pumping furiously. Eric grunted and squirted a load of cum between Roger’s fingers. Roger’s face contorted as Eric’s muscles contracted on the cock he had buried deep in Eric’s butt. A short series of thrusts signaled that Roger had cum. A limp and shiny cock slid out of the big man’s ass as he collapsed exhausted on the bed. Eric’s tight grip had stripped the condom off Roger’s wilting shaft. The end of the tube stuck out of the Eric’s puckered hole. Roger grabbed the ring of Latex and extracted the cum filled bag from his friend’s asshole and then collapsed on the bed beside him.

Nora had mounted Peggy with one end of a double ended dildo thrust in her cunt and the other end thrust in her friend’s bum. Nora timed her strokes just opposite of Peggy’s for maximum effect. A half foot of glistening purple silicone was exposed and then hidden again with each stroke.

I felt the full force of each thrust as Peggy bottomed out inside me and then I felt the shudder as Nora thrust into Peggy. I could not hold out any longer. What little fluid I had left splattered my face as my body was folded over and my cock driven toward my face by the force of two women ramming into me.

The stimuli was overloading my senses but I did not have the strength to protest. I shuddered violently one last time as Nora pulled Peggy off me and pushed her flat into the mattress between the two men and me.

Peggy continued to submit to the insistent pounding from Nora’s cock until her face twisted into a mask of orgasm. Drops of fluid squirted from Nora’s pussy and ran down her legs as Peggy’s orgasm sent her over the brink. Nora relented and withdrew the probe from Peggy’s backside and then removed the section that she had shoved into her pussy. The contorted expression on Peggy’s face relaxed into a contented smile.

For several minutes, the room was in complete silence except for the sound of six nude bodies breathing.

My wife snuggled behind me and nibbled on my earlobe. She was the first to break the silence.

“I have got to get me one of those!”

10.

Runners who are about to give up with exhaustion sometimes discover a renewed strength that powers them over the finish line. They call it a “second wind”.

I felt like that.

Jocelyn and I had been a wild couple when we were younger. We were adventurous. What we liked, we’d do again. What we didn’t like, we would chalk up to experience. Our relationship was loving and committed but the possibility of sex outside the relationship gave us a vitality that we had lost in our respectability.

Tomorrow would be different. Tonight had made us both proud. She could still arouse passions in the most jaded of swingers. I had proved to be her long-lasting stud. We had both found our second wind.