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The Corporate Ladder All rights reserved Part One The stench of sex blends with perfume and aftershave to place Celia’s every nerve ending on alert. Bret had sown the seed of temptation. So now, on those lonely nights her husband is away on a flight, she joins the other sexually frustrated, seeking to quench her cravings. With the image of her fantasy lover in mind, Celia waits for him to find her. But in this murky place, none of the furtive figures are discernible as they flutter about. Then, from the darkness, a whiff of masculine cologne propels a ticklish trimer careening through her core. She dare not look. Her only interest is he soon has her withering in pleasure. Celia tenses as instinctually she perceives his presence. Suddenly, his fiery breath caresses the nape. She freezes in anticipation as her skin sprouts goosebumps. Celia’s eyes close as his body molds against hers. Even though her heavy wool skirt provides a barrier, she detects his every twitch. She detects movement in the dark. Others gather in preparation to witness her shame in this act of decadence. Faceless forms jockey for position, drawing the oxygen from the room. He hikes her skirt over her bum. Celia’s panties become crepe paper in his hands as he rips them off. Modesty dictates she ends her scandalous display by lowering her skirt. But her insatiable cravings demand she spread her legs instead. A whimpering moan escapes her lips as his bulbous head traces over her entrance. Not wanting to complicate her fantasy with reality, Celia dare not look back. Instantly, her breasts are swaying to the rhythm of his thrusts. Spectators gasp, hands are on her breast, their moans fill her ears. Yet, through the swirling vortex of sensual pleasures, Celia’s focus remains locked on the pounding phallus until her body convulses in orgasmic bliss. Alone on her bed, the buzzing dildo remains firmly embedded when Celia finally opens her eyes. Once more, she is left to her own devices to find momentary relief from her insatiable cravings. Celia slowly withdraws her favorite dildo, but instead of freeing it from her love canal, she shoves it back in for one last thrill. Her hips rotate as Celia questions the five-year relationship and three-year marriage to Bret. But her love for Bret isn’t in question. Instead, her dilemma stems from the strain of living with a man whose job keeps him away for days on end. An hour later, Celia squeezes her thighs together once more before turning the car off. One more little thrill before starting the workday. “Damn you, Bret. You may be the love of my life, but this waiting alone at home for you to reappear is getting old.” But, of course, there’s no reply. Her husband doesn’t return from his flight until tomorrow. Before buckling down to work, Celia makes a stop by the lunchroom for her morning coffee. Marcy joins her, patiently waiting for her turn at the coffee machine, asking, “Aren’t you sleeping well?” “Does it show?” Marcy nods. “Bret’s on the last day of a ten-day flight, and I don’t sleep well when he’s away.” Mary smiles sympathetically. “Yeah, I remember being twenty-three. Twice a day sometimes didn’t do the trick.” “At this stage, every other day sounds doable,” Celia says with a giggle. Celia takes a sip as Xillia sticks her head in the door, saying, “Celia, Mark wants to see you before you start.” Celia tilts her head. “Did he say what he needed?” Xillia smiles. “I’ll let him tell you.” She gives a wink, “but don’t worry, he’s in a terrific mood.” A million scenarios rush through Celia’s mind. But, unfortunately, not one ends well when the Senior Partner of Johnston and Johnston asks to speak to you first thing in the morning. Xillia leads Celia into the reception area outside Mark Johnston’s office. She does a double-take from her desk as Celia stares. “Mark’s expecting you. Is there a problem?” Unable to move, Celia asks, “Do I look alright?” Xillia suppresses a giggle. “You’re stunning.” In a whisper, Celia asks, “Is he firing me?” Xillia slowly shakes her head, extending an index finger toward Mark’s door. Celia taps on the door to Mark’s office before turning the handle. Mark waves her inside, saying, “Celia, glad you could stop by. Please take a seat.” “Is there a problem, sir?” Mark holds Celia’s personnel file. “Celia, are you as surprised as I was to learn you have worked for us a year already?” “Yes, sir. Or I mean no, sir, I enjoy working here so much. Time just flew by... Am I in trouble?” Mark nods, “You will be if you don’t start calling me Mark.” But then, he chuckles, “I’m kidding. Your work and work ethic is exemplary.” A nervous tremor vibrates through and through. Celia clutches her hands so as not to show them shaking. Mark pours a glass of water, handing it to Celia, “Calm down, my dear. Then, with your permission, I would like to discuss your future with Johnston and Johnston.” Celia catches herself before placing the glass on her boss’s desk. She damn sure didn’t want to get fired for leaving rings on the antique mahogany desk. Mark smiles. “Celia, where do you see yourself in five years.” “I’m taking paralegal classes and hope to earn a position when I graduate.” “Marvelous. We all need a goal to shoot for. How far along are you.” “I’ll graduate in six months, sir.” “We always need outstanding paralegals. Would you consider a position with us after you graduate?” Nervously Celia bows her head, “Earning a paralegal position here is my goal.” Mark taps his upper lip. “I understand the paralegal course is pricey. How would you feel about me financing your studies in return for agreeing to take a paralegal position with us.” Bewildered, Celia’s head spins. “You are too kind. But I could never ask you to do that, sir.” Mark extends his index finger, “First, you didn’t ask. I volunteered.” He raises another finger. “Second, you proved yourself as a superior employee with great work ethics, so it’s prudent business.” Holding up a third finger, his steel-blue eyes lock with hers. “And if you don’t quit calling me sir, I’ll need to spank you.” Celia’s thighs involuntarily twitch together at the prospect of being bent over this handsome man’s lap. Of course, he’s kidding, but the image of those long tapered fingers swatting her bare ass is a mind-boggling turn-on. Mark jars Celia from her vision, saying, “Shall we discuss why I brought you here today.” Celia nods. Mark says, “Confidentiality is the crux of our company. For an employee to advance, they must be a trusted team player.” Mark holds his stare. “Celia, are you a trusted team player?” “What I see and hear inside this office stays inside these walls. I think my work history proves this, Mark.” “Most definitely, and therefore I thought of you when this position opened.” Celia’s eyebrows bunch as she asks, “I don’t recall seeing a position being posted.” Mark chuckles. “The best positions are never posted. They’re offered.” Mark studies Celia a moment longer before saying, “Xillia started this position three years ago. Last semester she graduated from law school, and last week she passed the State Bar. This is her last week as my administrative assistant. I would like for you to fill the position she’s vacating.” “Is Xillia leaving the company?” “No, she’s our newest associate.” “Sir, I’m honored. Yes, this position is a dream come true.” “Don’t be rash. This position requires a dedication some may not be willing to commit to, so think this over before making your decision. I have yet to explain your duties.” Celia nods as Mark presses the intercom. “Xillia, would you mind joining us” Xillia enters, locking the door. “Yes, sir.” “Celia expresses an interest in filling your position. Would you mind going over some of what that entails?” Xillia nods, facing Celia. “As the head of the company, Mark fills a stressful position. So we want him relaxed and at his best at all times.” She holds her hand out to Celia. “Allow me to demonstrate.” Hand in hand, they approach Mark. “ust as I suspected, can you tell how keyed up he is?” Xillia motions toward the tent in Mark’s trousers. Celia freezes, pulling back. But her eyes don’t leave the outline of Mark’s magnificent manhood in his slacks. Xillia smiles. “Don’t be intimidated. Let’s examine it closer, shall we.” Celia’s breaths quicken as Xillia’s delicate fingers lowers the zipper. She fishes his cock free, turning to Celia as she strokes. “Have you ever seen anything so masculine?” Lost in her captivation, Celia isn’t aware of her head shaking slowly from side to side. Xillia sinks to her knees, engulfing Mark’s erection in her mouth. Celia’s hips sway in mesmerized fascination until Xillia removes his wet red cock from between her lips, swirls her tongue around the head before summoning Celia. Then, in a sex-starved trance, Celia joins her kneeling on the other side of Mark’s legs. A moan escapes Celia’s widespread lips as Xillia smiles, tilting his cock toward her, and says, “Taste his shaft. But remember, he adores wet juicy head.” Fixated, Celia’s fingers encircle his erection. She savors his aroma as her tongue sloshes around the head. Then she takes him into her throat. So focused on her blowjob, discovering Xillia naked a moment later surprises her. “My turn,” Xillia says, wrapping her fingers around Mark’s cock. Celia stands, and in mindless fascination, lowers the zipper on her dress. Her mind swirls. One event morphs into another until Xillia is sprawled in front of her on Mark’s desk. Behind her, Mark eases Celia forward toward the V of Xillia’s widespread legs. Celia’s mouth an inch from Xillia’s pussy, Mark enters her. In forbidden captivation, Celia savors the thrill of a man the same size as her husband pounding into her. As Mark thrusts, Bret’s image flashes in her mind. Forgive me, Honey, but I can’t stop now. I promise to make it up to you. Twenty minutes later, Celia’s pussy is overflowing with Mark’s sperm. Xillia’s juices coat her face, and for the first time in weeks, she’s experiencing the glow of sexual satisfaction. Xillia takes Celia in her arms, tracing her tongue over Celia’s lips, before giving her a passionate kiss. Their lips part and Xillia says, “Welcome to the eighteenth floor. We’ll have a ball.” Mark kisses both women and says, “Xillia, I see no reason for prolonging this. Call maintenance to move your things into your new office and help Celia settle in this afternoon. Xillia nods. “And you need to get a move on. You’re due in court in an hour.” Mark chuckles on his way to the shower. “Celia, those are some humongous shoes you’ll be filling.” Celia giggles, “I can only imagine.” Alone, Celia steps into her panties with a sigh. Xillia studies her, asking, “Are you all right.” “Conflicted,” Celia says with a shrug. “I’m no cheater, but God, I enjoyed what just took place.” Xillia nods, asking, “Is this the first time you took the bull by the horns and taken what you needed. Instead of waiting for a man to give it to you.” “Am I that obvious?” “What we need is a long talk over lunch. Let’s go.” “Xillia, it’s not even ten o’clock.” “You now report to Mark, who when in a satisfied state of mind cares less how you spend your time.” The two women follow the maître d to their table as Celia scans the restaurant. Finally, Xillia asks, “Does this place meet with your approval?” “Unfortunately, Xillia, I can’t afford this.” Xillia laughs, “Obviously, Mark neglected discussing the salary and perks of your new position.” Celia’s mouth opens as Xillia playfully flings a credit card toward Celia. “You now have an expense account. Lunch is Mark’s treat.” On their second martini, Xillia asks, “Are you ready to tell me what’s bothering you.” Celia glances around the room, ensuring their privacy. “I can justify losing my mind once, but I can’t rectify being a concubine.” Xillia giggles. “You’re not a concubine. Think of this as being compensated for taking what you need while giving what Mark needs.” “I’m a married woman, and however you justify this, sex outside the marriage is wrong.” “Celia, you marry for love. But just because you love someone doesn’t mean you’re sexually satisfied.” Celia shakes her head, “You marry to be the only other person in each other’s life.” “That’s the beauty of this arrangement. You go to work, take care of all your pent-up sexual frustrations. Then return home to love your husband with a satisfied mind.” “And in the meantime, my husband is faithfully abiding by our vows. I can’t do that to him.” Xillia takes a sip and smiles. “You’re either a conniving little bitch, or the most loving wife I ever met.” “What do you mean.” “Are you concerned with him discovering your sexual trysts or considering allowing him to share the freedom you’re experiencing?” Celia gives a sheepish shrug, “A little of both, I guess.” “Have you two discussed playing with other people?” Celia nods, “Which I immediately shot down accusing him of wanting to have an affair.” “Is he serious about wanting to play with other people?” “The idea of fucking other women turns him on,” Celia says. Xillia nods, “And with seeing you fucking other men.” “I guess. He brought it up, knowing I wouldn’t be thrilled with the idea.” “Are you planning on telling him all about your new position? Or are you pacifying your guilty conscience?” “Pacifying my conscience for at the least the time being.” Xillia laughs. “Mark’s going to be thrilled. You’re a much bigger jackpot than he expected.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Let’s just say I am a regular guest at his and Helen’s parties.” “Who’s Helen?” “Mark’s wife.” “Oh my God, Mark flaunted you in front of his wife.” “No. He fucked me in front of his wife while she did the same with anybody striking her fancy.” Celia gulped her drink in stunned silence. Xillia finally asks, “Any idea how you will reveal this to Bret?” Celia shakes her head, and Xillia says, “Don’t worry, I do.” *** Five o’clock Friday afternoon, Celia answers the doorbell to find Xillia on her front steps dressed to kill. Her short black cocktail dress is split to her naval, with the hem just below her shapely ass. Xillia rushes through the door carrying a garment bag. “Is he home yet?” Celia shakes her head. “He should be here any minute.” Xillia hands her the garment bag. “Put this on and hurry. We have little time.” “What’s this?” Xillia arches her eyebrows. “A little something to ensure tonight goes as expected. I took you as a size 6, am I right?” Celia nods. Half an hour later, from the front door, Bret says, “Honey, you better be naked. I sported this diamond cutter all afternoon thinking about what I’m about to do to you.” His shirt is halfway unbuttoned as he freezes in the den. Bret’s eyes lock on the voluptuous blond sitting across from his wife. Then, finally, he pries his eyes from her exposed cleavage to lock with her sky-blue eyes, as she says, “Don’t stop on my account.” Celia hastily introduces Xillia to her husband. “Honey, this is Xillia, my coworker.” Bret’s lips form an unenthusiastic frown. “But, Celia, this is my first night home.” Celia pats the sofa. “Sit down, Honey. Have I got a story to tell.” Bret gives Celia a confused stare. But before he can speak, Xillia flops on the other side of him, saying, “You’re going to be so impressed with your little wife.” Of course, with the sexual aspect of her new position omitted, twenty minutes later, Bret sits between the two women with a broad smile. “Honey, I’m so proud of you. We should go out to celebrate your new position.” Xillia busts out laughing. “Damn, Celia. Why didn’t we think of that.” Both women are laughing as Bret turns from one to the other. Giving Xillia’s cleavage a covert glance, as he does. Xillia gives Bret a mischievous smile. “Is there something on my dress? Or are these what you find so fascinating?” she says as she pulls the flaps of her dress apart, allowing her breast to spring free. Bret’s head shoots around to face Celia with his mouth agape. She grins. “Those are some bodacious ta-ta’s. Aren’t they?” He raises his hand to cop a feel. But thinks better of it and faces Celia and asks, “What’s going on?” Celia shrugs. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” He turns back to Xillia, who smiles as her index fingers trace circles around her nipples. Then, turning back to Celia, she’s doing the same thing. But before he can comment, both women straighten their dresses and stand. Finally, Celia says, “We’re going out to celebrate. Are you joining us or staying home?” A fabulous dinner at the swankest restaurant in town and three hours of hopping from one nightclub to another find Bret and Celia grinding on the dance floor. Finally, Bret says, “Honey, not to be rude, but do you think we can lose Xillia and go home?” Celia snuggles close, “Whatever for. The three of us are having so much fun. Why would we want to ditch Xillia?” “Celia, they say men might die from going this long with a Boner. You don’t want my death on your conscience.” Celia raises her head, drawing her lips to his. Her head slowly shakes side to side, and she says, “Xillia and I are going to team up to ensure you don’t die.” Bret’s head shoots back. His eyes lock with hers, and he asks, “Are you insinuating what I think you are?” Celia gives a broad smile and nods. “Let’s take this show to the house.” Inside their home, the girls usher Bret upstairs to the master bedroom. He unbuttons the first two buttons on his shirt before freezing. Then, facing Celia, he asks, “Are you sure about this?” They smile as Celia unbuttons his shirt, and Xillia takes care of his pants. In moments, the three are standing naked beside the bed. Bret glances from one to the other, asking, “This is new to me. What do we do.” Xillia suppresses a giggle patting the bed. “Jump up here on your back. We’ll think of something.” With no need to get Bret up for the task, both women position themselves on either side of him, taking turns licking and sucking. In moments his toes curl, his legs grow taught, and he groans, “I can’t hold back any longer.” Xillia pulls down hard on his shaft, covering the head with her mouth. One stroke, and he’s going off like a Roman Candle. Her eyes never leave his as she greedily gulps every drop. When his trimmers stop, she takes Celia’s head in her hands, giving her a tongue-sloshing kiss. Bret watches in fascination as both women explore each other’s bodies. In no rush, they linger with tantalizing caresses until morphing into a classic 69. Bret maneuvers, waiting for an opportunity to plunge his cock into Xillia’s dripping honey pot. Only to draw her stern rebuke. “Not this time, Bucko, do Celia first. Then if you’re man enough, come see me.” With Celia on top of Xillia, Bret brings his cock to her entrance. Then, with a gentle thrust, he’s inside and stroking. Xillia is soon alternating between Bret’s shaft and balls and Celia’s clit. While Celia follows her urges with her mouth on Xillia’s clit. It could have lasted but a minute or an hour. Time is impossible to calculate in this state of arousal. But after each reached the pinnacle of sexual bliss, they lay in a panting huddle on tangled sheets. Then, with endorphins enhancing their post-orgasmic glow, the three make their way to the den for a glass of fine red wine. Xillia and Bret settle in on the sofa as Celia excuses herself. Bret studies Xillia’s sensual form and asks, “Would you mind my asking what I owe the pleasure of your company this evening.” She smiles, “The subject came up during lunch conversation the other day.” Bret nods, “Which of you brought up the subject of tag-teaming me.” “I don’t recall. We both mentioned being horny, and when the subject evolved into who might remedy the situation, your name came up.” Xillia toys with his flaccid cock. “I sincerely hope you’re not offended.” “Not in the least. My curiosity comes from her going ballistic when I brought up the subject.” “She mentioned that. Celia also said her biggest fear is you going bat ass crazy if she ever fucks another man.” Bret’s cock jerked in her hand. “She’s wrong about that. Her doing another man is my deepest fantasy.” Xillia giggles, “Exactly what I told her.” “So your conversation went from playing with other men to a threesome with me.” “In a way. Being all men fantasize about having two women, I explained this would be a fantastic way to break the ice. If she’s agreeable to you having fun, you should willingly return the favor.” Before he could reply, Celia asks, “What are you two talking about?” Xillia shrugs. “Me fucking your husband while you fuck any good-looking man striking your fancy.” Celia studies his twitching erection in Xillia’s hand. “Well, he brought up the subject, and he’s thrilled by the prospect.” She twirls her tongue around his head and asks, “Honey, do you want to watch me being fucked?” Unable to find his voice, Bret nods. Celia’s tongue darts over her lips. “Why don’t you tell me who you would like to see fucking me? And do it while you’re fucking Xillia.” Bret’s gaze rises from his wife’s tongue on his shaft to Xillia sprawled on the floor with a finger stroking her slit. Then, in a sensual whisper, Xillia says, “Get over here and show me what you can do with that hunk of manhood.” One swipe of the head over her flowing gash, and Bret plunges balls deep inside his wife’s beautiful coworker. He continues bucking until Celia squats over Xillia’s face and wraps her arms around his neck. In a communal effort, first one, then another, follows their urge into another position. Finally, sprawled with widespread legs, Celia thrusts into Xillia’s mouth as Bret pounds into Xillia from behind until the three reach simultaneous release. *** Monday morning Celia only has time to set her cup on her desk before Mark calls her into his office. She finds Mark, Xillia, and a beautiful brunette sitting around his desk. Mark says, “Come in, Celia. I would like you to meet Helen.” The brunette stands, her eyes sweep over Celia before saying, “Xillia’s been telling us all about your weekend.” Then, after a much too tight hug, she says, “From the sounds of it, we will be fast friends in no time.” “I hope so, Mrs. Johnston.” “Please, no need for formalities. Call me Helen,” she says, tracing a fingertip over Celia’s breast. “Unless, of course, you enjoy spankings.” Celia’s tongue darts over her lips, “Well, sometimes I’m a very naughty girl.” Helen laughs, and Mark asks, “Celia, we have a core group of liberal-minded friends who enjoy the same pastime the three of you engaged in this weekend. So you would honor us if you and Bret would join us at our home this weekend.” “Oh, I’m afraid this short of a notice Bret may not have time to change his schedule if he’s booked for a flight. So if you will excuse me for a moment, I’ll call to see if he’s free.” Mark picks up the phone. “Give me his number. I’ve been dying to meet the man who won the heart of my stunning new assistant.” Celia is on pins and needles as Mark dials the number. Then she listens with bated breath to one side of the conversation. “Bret, Mark Johnston, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” “No, no problems, just the opposite. I wanted to share how proud we are here at Johnston and Johnston to have Celia taking such an active role in our firm.” “We feel the same. Celia’s a real asset to the firm.” “Anyway, we like to think of our employees as family, and this weekend the wife and I are throwing a little something we would love for you and Celia to attend if you’re free.” “No, nothing formal. Just friends getting together for a little fun.” “Fantastic. I’m looking forward to meeting you.” “Oh, before I forget. Bill Thomas will be there, and he’s been talking about buying a plane. I don’t know one plane from another. I think he said he’s looking at a Gulfstream. Anyway, I wanted to give you a heads up. Bill’s got the deepest pockets in town. So if he offers you a job, hold out for top dollar.” Mark laughs. “Don’t give it a second thought. I told you, we’re a family around here.” He gives Celia a wink, placing the receiver in the cradle. “From your husband’s reaction, it sounds like we’re on for Saturday.” Celia’s thighs twitch together as she giggles. “I’m looking forward to an entertaining evening.” Helen bounces to her feet. “Girls, I think a little shopping is in order. Let’s go.” Mark says, “Wait a minute, I was thinking about having a little pre-party fun this morning.” Helen gives a mischievous smile and says, “Honey, for what I have planned for this weekend, you’ll need to rest up all week, so you’re ready to go all night Saturday.” Helen then ushered the girls toward the door. *** Bret meets Celia at the door when she arrives home, lugging several shopping bags. He lightens her load by taking a few following her into the den. “Hey Baby, your boss called this morning inviting us to a party this weekend.” Celia nods with a smile. “I know. I was in his office during the call.” Bret’s head tilts. “What’s behind him personally inviting me.” Celia shrugs, “He just wanted to ensure you understood we were welcome, I guess.” “Who is this Bill Thomas guy he mentioned.” “One of our biggest clients. He’s the head of Thomas Industries.” Bret’s eyes widen. “Just to be clear about this, we are talking about international Conglomerate, Thomas Industries?” Celia nods. “He has us on a seven-figure retainer. Mark and Bill went to college together. Why?” Bret flops on the sofa. “God, are you telling me we’ll be attending a party with one of the richest men in the world in attendance.” “From what I understand, he’ll be one of several power brokers there.” “I never knew Johnston and Johnston are so well connected.” “There are probably a lot of things about the firm you’re unaware of.” Lost in thought, Bret gives an absent-minded nod. “I guess I should buy a tux for this shindig. What do you think? If this guy is looking for a pilot, I want to make a favorable first impression.” “You won’t need a tux.” “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t want to overdo it. A new Italian suit will work.” “I think a sports coat and slacks will be fine.” “No tie?” “I don’t think you’ll find a tie in the house, being worn anyway.” “Will there be a theme?” Celia places her shopping bags on the coffee table. “Honey, I think we need to discuss something.” Bret’s brow furrows. “Sure, Honey, what’s on your mind.” “The theme for the party.” Celia waits for Bret’s nod before continuing. “This is one of those parties you tried to convince me to attend.” “I’m not following you. What kind of party have I tried to convince you to attend.” Celia takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Helen took us shopping today.” Bret holds up his hand to stop her. “Whose Helen, and whose us.” “Helen is Mark’s wife, and she took Xillia and me shopping for something to wear to the party.” “Didn’t she think we could afford clothes?” “She wants us to be dressed for the theme.” “You’re confusing me. What kind of party requires you to be dressed theme-appropriate.” “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Bret is reading the paper when Celia returns. She’s clad in a long, flowing dress split on one side to the hip. The back scoops to the flair of her ass, and the front is open to the naval. A pair of five-inch spike stilettos complete the ensemble. Celia clears her throat to gain Bret’s attention. Then enters the room with each step, revealing thigh-high stockings. Finally, she does a slow pirouette and says, “Every lady will wear something of this nature, or less. What do you think.” “I think I want to fuck you, right now, right here.” Celia nods with a sly smile. “But, of course, most of the guys at the party will think the same thing, and a few will get the chance to do just that.” “And what am I supposed to be doing while all this is going on.” “Fucking one of the trophy wives striking your fancy, silly,” Celia giggles. “Xillia will be there. Maybe she’s more to your taste,” Celia says with a broad smile. “Are you saying this is a high-end swingers party?” “Swinger is quaint but appropriate, I guess.” Bret’s eyes sweep over her body, then lock with hers. Then he does it again before slowly standing and scooping Celia up in his arms. She gives him a loving kiss and says, “Let me take this off first. I want to at least build some sexual tension Saturday night before having it covered with cum stains.” Bret is taking the steps two at a time when he says, “Then you had better hurry.”

I was approaching my 30th birthday and had just broken up with a girl who had been living with me. I decided to try something different and answered a few classified ads in a local entertainment magazine. They weren't explicit -- "MWC looking for fun times." I was always curious about swinging but had never tried it. I had attempted it once before, with a couple who lived a few towns away. It seemed that the guy was more interested in me than she was. Finally, during dinner, he asked if I'd mind if he blew me while I ate his wife. I wasn't into bi, so things went downhill from there. He was so pushy, the whole idea became a turnoff. A few days after answering the ads, a message was left on my answering machine. I met with a couple who more or less screened single men for their private swing club. Most swing clubs want couples only, but these people were willing to allow a few single men to participate. They were really nice. I was given the phone number and private address of the party house. I took that Saturday night off from the nightclub I worked at, dressed up, and headed to the party. I was a little nervous, to say the least. Here I was, in a roomful of strangers -- all there for the purpose of extramarital sex -- and I really didn't know how to 'get involved' or approach one of the many women who interested me. I went to the kitchen to fix a drink, and a woman named Donna followed me. She seemed to be about 40, with a cute face and a really nice body. "We noticed you haven't chosen any of us girls yet," said Donna. "Is everything okay?" I told her I was unsure about how to tastefully approach someone. "You mean you want to fuck, but you're not sure how to ask? Would you like to go upstairs with me?" She took my hand and led me upstairs. This was no ordinary house. No furniture, except for beds. It was dimly lit, and we passed a couple who was deeply involved in 69. Donna sat on the bed, and I stood before her. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingernails through the hair on my chest as we listened to the couple next to us moan and gasp. I ran my fingers through her hair as she undid my belt. I stopped her and pulled off her top, exposing a bra filled with two tanned breasts. I removed her bra and stared at her body as she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. My cock was standing at full attention as she slipped my underwear off. I took her hands and she stood up. I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Donna wore no panties, and her nicely-cropped pussy and tan lines greeted me as I knelt before her to pull her pants off her legs. Donna asked me to lie on the bed. There I was, naked on a bed with a total stranger, my cock pointing straight up, and the couple next to us fucking hard enough to rock the floor. I was suddenly distracted by Donna's mouth on my cock. One hand gently gripped the base of my dick while her tongue licked the head. She looked up at me, grinning. I let her suck on me as long as she wanted. Then I returned the favor. I had Donna lay on the bed, while I licked her breasts and sucked on her nipples. I could feel her hands groping my cock as I bit gently on her nipples. I kissed her stomach, my cock gently brushing across her trimmed bush, teasing her. I slid down and kissed her abdomen, purposely avoiding her pussy to tease her. I looked up. Her eyes were tightly closed as she caressed her breasts and touched her nipples. Donna smelled so good. I brought her knees up, positioned my face between her legs, and buried my lips in her pussy while I held the cheeks of her tanned ass. I darted my tongue in and out, then teased her clit. As I concentrated more on Donna's clit, her ass muscles tightened. I teased the skin between her pussy and her ass with my fingertip while I licked and sucked on her clit. I now had a writhing, bucking woman on my hands. After Donna came, she grabbed my arms and pulled me up on top of her. Her one hand clutched my neck, pushing my face against hers as we French-kissed. Her other hand guided my stiff, throbbing cock into her warm, moist pussy. I stroked her slowly while her hands pushed down on my ass. Just as I felt ready to come, I pulled out and went down on her again. After Donna came a second time, she lay me down on my back and straddled me. Again she guided me into her, and she rode my cock hard. The cheeks of her ass pounded my thighs, and she threw her head back. I could hold back no longer and shot my cum into her. I felt great, still marveling at this new, unorthodox experience. We kissed and snuggled a bit, then cleaned up and dressed. The night ended, and I knew this was some kind of experience I'd never forget. The next morning, my phone rang. It was Donna's husband. He asked if I'd like to return to the party house that night for another get-together -- this time with fewer people. Since I had the night off and was feeling even more adventurous, I agreed. When I arrived, the scene was somewhat different. Since many couples had to work the next morning, there was no social scene. We headed down to the basement, which was paneled and carpeted. In the back was what appeared to be a giant bed -- actually many mattresses pushed together. Donna winked at me, but another woman, Rosalie, grabbed my hand. Everyone undressed at once and hopped on the big bed. Rosalie, a little shorter than Donna with dark hair, kept her stockings and garter belt on. She and I were on a far corner of the bed, and other couples were already going at it. I glanced over at Donna, who was now busy with a cock in her mouth while the guy's wife stroked her pussy. Rosalie recaptured my attention by waving my stiff dick. "Donna told me about this dick, honey. Now I want some. You've got a big cockhead. It's almost like having my own little baseball bat." Rosalie gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. It was an unreal scene. I opened my eyes and turned my head as I was coming in her mouth, only to see a guy ramming his cock into a chubby girl's pussy not one foot away from me! "Donna also told me about that tongue," said Rosalie. The next thing I knew, she was straddling my shoulders, sitting on my face. I clutched the cheeks of her ass and licked the furry bush that was riding my face. I pushed her forward a bit, and my tongue found her ass. I darted my tongue in and out and she rode my mouth. Rosalie came twice while I ate her. She then asked me to fuck her. Her husband, not three feet away, nodded his approval while I got on top of his wife and filled her pussy with my cock. Her husband smiled as another chubby girl played with his dick. Rosalie grabbed my face and looked me straight in the eye with a wicked smile. "I want you to fuck my brains out," she growled. "Take that baseball bat cock of yours and hit a homer in my pussy. Just fuck me hard. My husband loves to watch me get pounded by other guys!" I did what was asked. My balls slapped her ass as I drove my dick repeatedly into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my back and arched hers, pushing me deeper into her. I thrust, pumped, slammed -- just plain fucked her hard as I could. My ass muscles tightened as I shot everything I had into her. I was sweating. She was soaked. Rosalie smiled as she tenderly played with my somewhat-sore dick. "You are a hot one," she said. "I'm glad you joined us." My third swing adventure came one week later. Evidently, my number had been passed around. I wasn't mad -- I was flattered. Here were these people who wanted me to fuck their wives while they watched. I spoke with a couple on the phone who called. They had not been at either party. I invited them over to my apartment, which (now that I think about it) was rather risky. I answered the bell, and there stood a couple who appeared to be in their late 40s. I can't recall her name. She had a slightly outdated hairstyle and about 25 extra pounds. I didn't let appearances hold me back. They seemed nice -- and they were. New friends and hot lovers don't need to look like magazine models. I fixed us all a drink, and we watched an x-rated movie. His wife sat between us on the couch. "Don't be shy with her," said her husband. "You don't mind if she gets a little forward, do you?" I said I didn't mind, and that was her green light to unzip my pants. She pushed the coffee table away from the couch and sucked me off, right in front of her smiling husband. After I came, we all went into my bedroom. I had the bed stripped to just a sheet, and we hopped on. We took turns undressing her, then undressed ourselves. I got on one side of her, while her husband took the other side. She had our dicks in her hands, stroking us, jerking us off. He moved toward her mouth, while I played with her big, furry bush. Her hairy, steamy pussy was intriguing. I ran the tip of my cock over her clit while she blew her husband. I sank my face into her little forest and ate her. I noticed the husband was now next to me, watching me go down on his wife. She came hard. What happened next was even more unbelievable. She lay on her side and pulled one knee toward her chest. Her husband entered her and started pumping while she motioned me to bring my cock over near her mouth. My dick was inside her mouth while her husband fucked away. My second orgasm of the night was intense. She swallowed everything, and her husband never missed a beat. He came inside her, and our fuck session ended. I moved to another state {job offer} soon after my swinging adventures began. I never forgot my swinging friends or the lusty, good times we shared. To think the first couple nearly ended it before it began. The pushy husband almost ruined it for me forever. I'm convinced that swingers are extraordinary people -- people who like to have fun and enjoy sex without hangups, strings or commitments.

I told Sally I had a birthday surprise for her. As we dressed for the evening she kept asking what it was. My only reply was that she should wear my favorite top, a loose white blouse that scooped low to reveal her large tits. It was her 46th birthday and she looked great. Her short blonde hair framed her blue eyes and full lips in a most beguiling way. Sally has always looked much younger than her age and tonight she looked like she was still in her thirties. The blouse scooped low to reveal much of her large firm 38C breasts and she had on black pants that accented her round ass. Sally has a figure more like the women in Rubens paintings than the skinny models on the cover of Cosmopolitan. Her full body has a sultry sexiness that has attracted many men. What Sally did not know was that I had rented a motel room and we were going to meet two men at a local bar. They also knew something else Sally did not know; the three of us were going to fulfill her fantasy of being the main attraction at a gang bang. As we walked in the bar, I got a table in the center of the room so they would have no trouble finding us. All these strangers knew was that she would be wearing a red rose. As Sally and I sat talking, I scanned the room, wondering which men would eventually approach our table. The first man was in his fifties, blonde, tall and clean shaven. 'Happy Birthday Sally, I'm Jim,' he said as he came up to the table. Sally looked at me with questions in her eyes. 'This is a birthday surprise to help you realize your deepest darkest fantasy,' I replied. Her face became uncertain, although her eyes twinkled as she began to realize what was in store for her. Sally fucks like a whore once she gets started, but she has to get a little drunk to get warmed up to the idea of fucking strangers. By now she was halfway through her first drink, which she tossed down. I went up to the bar and ordered another drink for her. As I returned from the bar I saw another man approach our table and wish her Happy Birthday. He was fairly short, had a beard, and looked to be in his late forties. I had arranged for men who would be older; Sally has always been attracted to older men. While she was still single and in her thirties she had made many divorced forty and fifty year olds happy. We met around six years ago and, even though I was a year younger, got married after a year of dating. After about 15 minutes of conversation with Dave and Jim, Sally was ready to get going. We told the men where to find our motel room and headed out. Sally went into the bathroom to change into some even sexier clothes while I waited for our guests. She came out in another one of my favorite tops, a tight Hooters t-shirt, and in the kind of panties I prefer her to wear, the ones that tie at the sides for quick release. As each of them entered the room, she gave him long kiss with plenty of tongue. After serving everyone another drink, I popped a video in the VCR to get everyone warmed up. It was a video of Sally I had made while we were dating. In the video she wore a short skirt, thigh high stockings, and a small tight blouse. Sally sat between Dave and Jim while we watched her strip for me on the video. The short video ended with her on her knees sucking my cock. By now Sally was wiggling against both men and they each had hard-ons. 'I brought you a birthday gift,' said Jim reaching into a bag. Sally unwrapped it and discovered a baby doll top and string bikini bottom. 'Let me try it on for you,' she said, heading for the bathroom. In a few minutes she emerged. The top barely hid her large breasts with their nipples already erect. Jim, Dave and I stood there admiring the feast we were about to enjoy. Sally walked to Jim and gave him a long kiss, 'I really like my new gift.' Then she dropped to her knees and undid Jim's pants. Pulling out his already erect cock, she licked it and then engulfed it in her mouth. Jim moaned and put his hands behind her blonde head, pulling it back and forth on her cock. Watching the two of them, Dave and I dropped our pants and pulled out our cocks. 'Circle suck us Sally,' I said. 'Mmm, that sounds good. I want to taste your dicks in my mouth,' Sally replied. Then she proceeded to suck on each of us while jerking the other two off with her hands. 'I want you to fuck me,' Sally said after it was clear we couldn't get any harder. 'I want a dick in my pussy and one in my mouth.' She laid on the bed and Dave slid off her bikini panties. She spread her legs and Dave shoved his cock deep in her pussy. 'It feels so good,' Sally moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and caressed his back. Jim and I climbed on the bed, presenting our cocks on either side of her head. Sally sucked on first one and then the other of us. 'Your pussy is so wet and ready, but I don't want to come just yet,' said Dave. He pulled out and watched as Jim pushed his cock into my slut wife's cunt. 'You're so big,' Sally gasped. And he was. His 9 inch cock was over two inches in diameter. Sally groaned, 'Unh, Unh, Unh' as his heavy cock filled up every inch of her pussy. After a few minutes she gasped, 'Your cock is so big, I can hardly handle it. Let me suck on it while Stan fucks me doggy style.' Jim pulled out his cock, slick with her pussy juices and shoved it into Sally's mouth as she got up on all fours. She spread her legs and I shoved my cock into her pussy. At first it was rather loose, having been stretched by Jim's cock, but Sally tightened her muscles and soon the fit was tight as a glove. Sally bounced back and forth between Jim's cock and mine as Dave stood by, pulling on his dick to keep it hard. After a few minutes I back out and offered my wife's pussy to Dave. He shoved it in and the three of them got to work. I sat in a chair and watched the action. It was hard to believe that only a few months early we had fantasized about Sally being gang banged but never expected it would come true. In fact, during the previous three months Sally had fucked two other strangers while I watched. And she had sucked off a black DJ behind the console at a dance club. My wife had turned into a total slut and I was enjoying every minute of it. 'I'm about to cum but I think you should do the honors of being the first to cum with your wife,' said Jim. I walked over to the bed and had Sally flip on her back. I straddled her face and shoved my cock in her mouth. 'What are you?' I asked. 'I'm a whore and a slut,' Sally replied. 'Do you like being a whore?' I asked. 'Oh yes, now cum on my face,' Sally said between sucks. I felt the cum build up in my balls and then rush to my dick. Pulling my dick out of Sally's mouth, I shot my first shot into her hair. The next spurt went across her check, nose and between her eyes onto her forehead. Then several short rapid spurts deposited cum on her lips and chin. 'That looks great,' said Jim. 'She is so hot,' said Dave. Sally licked the cum from her lips and turned to Jim, 'Your turn.' 'Get her while I fuck her,' said Dave. Sally got up on her knees into the doggie position again {her favorite position}. As Dave shoved his dick into her pussy Jim shoved his massive cock into her mouth. Soon Dave's fucking became more rapid and his breathing more labored.. 'Shoot your cum into my slut wife's pussy,' I told him. Sally turned around and told him, 'I want your sperm inside me.' It was more than Dave could take and he started gasping as his cock unloaded into my wife. He came and he came and he came. 'Oh yes, I can feel you fill me up,' my wife moaned. Spent, Dave pulled out. As he pulled away, a string of cum briefly connected him to my wife, then parted and fell onto her thigh. Sally wiggled her ass as she continued to suck on Jim, both Dave and I watched as his sperm oozed from her cunt. 'I want to work on your cock with my hands too,' Sally said to Jim. She got off the bed and knelt by it while Jim stood in front of her. Both of her hands worked on his huge cock as it plunged in and out of her mouth. Dave and I encouraged the two of them. 'Cum on my slut wife.' 'Fill the whore with your jizm.'Suck him, you slut.' Jim began to shudder as the cum built up in his cock. 'I'm cumming, swallow it slut,' he ordered. Sally obligingly sucked and swallowed as he unloaded in her mouth. When Sally finally moved away from him, Dave and I could see the whiteness of Jim's cum on his cock and on her lips. Licking her lips, Sally thanked them both for the birthday surprise. Like a good whore, Sally prefers fucking strangers and, once they have cum, expects them to leave. With most men this is just fine. Jim and Dave had gotten their piece of ass and were ready to split. We said our goodbyes and went back to the bed. One reason Sally can fuck and stay wet for such a long time is because she rarely cums. Now was Sally's special time. She got out her vibrator and laid back. As Sally used the vibrator on her clit, remembering what she had just experienced, I sucked on her breasts. Soon she began to moan and buck as the vibrator and my attention to her sensitive nipples brought her to orgasm. When Sally and I first met, she used her vibrator while fantasizing about fucking strangers and being the center of a gang bang. Now she had a new memory to add to the fantasies.

Debbie and I have been married for 14 years, and we have two beautiful children ages 9 and 12. Both our careers are on track, and while our sex life is good, we both wanted to spice it up and renew the passion of dating. We talked about going to a swingers group but weren't sure how to get involved because our community is small and we are both well known around town. So one rainy Saturday afternoon while surfing a website for swingers, I came upon a swingers convention in Toronto, Canada, which is about a five-hour drive from where we live. It just so happens that the kids were still away at camp and this was the last weekend we could get away on our own. We talked about it and decided to book the trip. The worst case scenario was we would be at a nice hotel in a beautiful city. If the people were jerks, we could avoid them and be on our own. Well as it turned out, we loved it, and we are now both hooked. It was a three-night convention, but due to our work schedule, we could only make it for the last day and night. So we left early on Saturday morning and arrived at the hotel at about 1:30 in the afternoon. I knew we were at the right place when I saw several good looking sexy couples walking around with lust in their eyes and with bulging pants and blouses. Let me digress for a moment. Debbie and I are both in our early 40s and considered by many to be nice looking. Neither of us are models however Debbie could be if she were taller. She is 5'1" and weighs 105 pounds with short blond hair. She has small perky tits that poke through her t-shirts (she hates bras) and she has an ass to die for. I am 5'11" and weigh 175 pounds with blond hair and blue eyes. Debbie wants me to add that I have what she calls "the perfect cock" being not too big (7"), rather thick and she says, "perfectly shaped." I am a lawyer, and Debbie teaches "signing" for the deaf. Now back to the good stuff. We both were a little nervous at first, but when we checked in at the convention table, we were immediately put at ease by one of the organizers who was a pretty woman in her 30s speaking with a slight sexy accent. We got our room key card and the Convention Program Schedule that gave the location and times of various events; seminars, vendor booths with sexy items, party rooms, hospitality room, private bar, dinner, and dance. We immediately dropped our bags off in the room and decided to go down to where the vendors were located and check out the people and the merchandise. Well, there were about 60 vendors all with erotic products or services. The people were a cross-section of ages with looks ranging from one couple that was 20 years old who had each others hands down the others pants while walking around the convention to an older couple in their late 60s of whom the woman partner was a stripper when she was young. She must have been really hot when she was younger and didn't look bad now for her age. Well, that started getting us in the mood. Judging from the outfits, we decided to go back to our room and slip into something more comfortable and easier to get out of in a hurry. I got my silk pajamas, and Debbie got an emerald green silk teddy that showed off her perfect ass. We went to the private bar at about 4 pm for a few drinks. By this time, the sexual excitement was building, and as we met various couples, we quickly learned the approved greeting was with a french kiss. Sometimes they were long and lingering. We met two other very nice couples, and after several drinks, we were all getting more relaxed over the idea that tonight we might be fucking the couple next to us at the bar. We decided to all eat dinner together, and we got to know each other better. The dance started at about 9 p.m. and ended about 11:30 p.m. with everybody in an assorted state of undress. The last two dances involved first the woman doing a striptease for their man and finally, the men doing a striptease for their woman. I couldn't help but notice how many women were giving blowjobs to their men on the last dance and I especially couldn't help but admire the woman who was celebrating her 37th birthday and whose evening goal was to have 37 orgasms before midnight. Her partner was fucking her right on the dance floor while other couples stood around in a circle offering encouragement. I think she achieved her goal as by 10 pm on the dance floor, she declared being up to 34 orgasms. An old television program, ABC's Wide World of Sports talked about "...the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat..." Well, this woman was surely experiencing the "thrill of victory" with no chance of defeat in sight. As the dance started coming to a close, Debbie and our dinner mates hit it off very well. I could tell she was interested in Bob and Kathy and they were also in her. Debbie and I are different in some ways. I'm not attracted to men, but she is, however, we are similar in that we both love women. Before we got to the Convention, Debbie and I discussed the possibility of pairing off with other partners if we were both comfortable. I wanted to go up to the Party Rooms for what I heard was a great orgy, but Debbie wanted to go back to Bob and Kathy's suite where they were having a smaller party with some other couples who didn't like the "pile-on fucking" that usually took place in the Party Rooms. We agreed to go our separate ways, but I would come back to Bob and Kathy's room later and meet up with everyone. The Conference organizers had reserved the top three floors of the hotel for participants of the convention only, and they had a security officer, on each floor by the elevators to prevent outside gawkers. To get past security, you had to have a convention wristband. When I got to the top floor, I showed my wristband to security, and he waved me through and directed me down the hall to the party rooms. I knew I was at the right place because two sexy couples were again checking wristbands and they told me before I go into the rooms, I had to take off my shoes. I complied happily and entered a beautiful hotel executive suite with low lighting and four king-sized beds. When I arrived, at least eight couples were screwing their brains out in every position possible. The air was filled with sex. I decided not to be shy, so I stripped naked and sat down on the side of a bed to watch a cute young woman taking it doggy style while her partner's balls were slapping against her ass. She looked up at me, smiled, and reached over and took my now hard cock in her mouth and started sucking like a dying woman with her last man. She went up and down my cock, deep-throating me to my pubic hair then taking my balls and sucking on them, running her tongue up to my asshole. I got on my knees, and this angel of a woman started rubbing my buns and pulling me into her like she was afraid I would run away. Are you kidding me? At that moment, she started yelling that she was cumming and began thrusting her hips against her partner and deep-throating me. I unloaded like a geyser into her mouth. It seemed like I was cumming for five minutes, but I know it was only for about 30 seconds. My cock was twitching as the last bit of cum dripped down her chin. Now Debbie doesn't like me to cum in her mouth, so this was very special. She licked the cum off around my cock and started to rub it on her tits. She then turned her attention to her partner who was just pulling out and rubbing his cum-drenched dick on her ass. I don't even know the name of the couple, but it was sure a great way to start the night. Debbie's Story: I guess some swinging couples prefer to swing only when their mate is in the same room so they each can experience the closeness of the other enjoying themselves. Since this was David's and my first swing convention, we weren't sure how we each would react to seeing the other getting laid so we both agreed that we would both start off separately. I went to Bob and Kathy's hotel room for a smaller party and what a blast! Bob and Kathy were experienced at these conventions and knew to book their room early. That's how they got a 4-person jacuzzi suite. Bob is about 6'3" and weighs about 220 pounds; Kathy is about 5'5" and weighs about 125 pounds. They are both in their late 30's or early 40's. When we got back to their room, two other couples were sitting in the jacuzzi already. There was one black couple in their 30's; the husband, Willard was about 6'0" and average weight, and his wife, Lateisha, was a tall, slim, beautiful black woman from Ghana with a French accent. The other couple in their late 40's or early 50's named Mary and Mike were of average build with Mary leaning toward the chubby side but with huge boobs that danced in the water as the jacuzzi churned away. Bob poured Kathy and me a drink, and we sat down on the king-sized bed and began chatting. We were about 10 feet from the jacuzzi, so the other couples also joined in on the conversation. As we talked, Willard stood up and asked the others in the tub if they wanted a refill on their drinks. When he stood, I could help but notice his huge dick. It was thin, but it must have been 10" long. Now David has a beautiful dick but its of average length but a little thicker than Willard's. I have had experience with other men before we were married, and I've always said, "Size is not as important as technique." But I thought this dick of Willard's is one to re-test my theory. I politely excused myself from the conversation I was having with Bob and Kathy and walked over to the ice bucket where Willard was pouring more drinks. We started talking, and he told me he was originally from South Africa but came to Montreal several years ago to study architecture at McGill University. He caught me glimpsing at his hard penis several times, and I became a little self-conscious so I broke the tension by saying, "Well, judging from your erection, it's obvious that you know a lot about architecture." We both laughed, and he leaned down, pulled me against his smooth hard body and gave me a deep French kiss. I immediately felt a flood down by my pussy just waiting from the dam to break. By this time, Mary and Mike had gotten out of the jacuzzi and were on the other king-sized bed. Lateisha was still in the tub. Willard took my hand and asked if I'd like to join him and Lateisha in the jacuzzi to warm up. I said, "Sure, but I'm pretty hot right now." I peeled off my emerald green teddy and got into the tub. Willard sat between Lateisha and I. As we chatted, I felt Willard's strong hand rubbing my thigh and then up to my pussy. He curled his finger into me and a tilted my head back in obvious pleasure. My nipples were hard as #2 pencil erasers, and I felt my breathing becoming more labored. I reached over and stroked his long, hard dick slowly. I love reaching under a man's balls to give them a little squeeze and then run my fingers up the shaft and around the head of the dick. Willard smiled and let out a moan. His wife also smiled approvingly and said, "Enjoy him girl, but don't get used to him." At that point, Willard got up and sat on the edge of the jacuzzi with his blazing hard-on. I turned around but stayed in the water and took the head of his long cock into my mouth and ran my tongue around the head and slowly down the shaft. I had never had a black man before, and the major difference I noticed was how stiff his pubic hairs were. They were short and wiry like a brillo pad. I gasped my hands around his hips and began sucking furiously. At each stroke, I tried to take his dick deeper down my throat. David is about 7," and I'm able to deep throat him, but this was more like 10". For some unexplained reason, deep-throating Willard became my immediate goal so I sucked and sucked and slowly took him down my throat for all but two more inches when he stopped me and said, "I wanna dive into that beautiful pussy." I could feel the flood coming, and I felt sexy because David had just shaved me that morning leaving only a little patch of hair above my glistening slot. We switched placed by Willard lifting me up under my arms and seating me on the side of the jacuzzi. He lined himself up and teased me by rubbing the head of his dick on my pussy lips and clit that was fully extended by now. He poked the head of his dick in me and pulled out quickly. He did this several times until all I wanted was to have him bury that long thin rod deep inside me. I grabbed his firm butt cheeks and pulled him into me with enough force that I let out a scream. Everyone in the room turned and let out an envious laugh. By this time, I was lying on my back on the edge of the tub with my feet hanging in and Willard pounding away with his big dick in my flooded pussy. I could hear that wonderful suction sound that we all know and the sound of his balls slapping against my ass. He was drilling like a Texas oilman. I could feel his wiry pubic hair rubbing against my clit, and I savored every moment. He leaned forward and sucked my nipples and ran his tongue around both breasts. He kept thrusting until I was totally unaware of anything else going on in the room. Suddenly, Willard rammed me deeply and pressed against me and said, "Oh baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I felt him spasm inside of me and my pussy juices and his cum run down my ass and thighs. He leaned forward and stayed inside me until his hard-on slowly subsided. When he pulled out, he slapped his semi-hard dick teasingly on my pussy. Lateisha said smiling, "Girl, with that cute little ass and trimmed up pussy of yours, you could be a danger to mankind. I can't wait to meet your man." I then told her that, "David, my man, will be stopping in later."

The last time my wife and I played with another couple was back in March of 2000 and it was more than a couple, it was a few couples to say the least. My wife is 5’ 8, about 125lbs with huge breasts and an ass that won’t quit. I am 5’10 about 175lbs and in pretty decent shape myself. She and I met at a swingers club so we never had any doubt we would continue the Lifestyle. My wife’s birthday is in March so I planned a little party for her. I called up 11 of my friends and their wives, thinking this could be one great orgy and she could get all the attention she could possibly handle. Understand my wife is a sexual dynamo, she can go forever and take it in every hole. I told the men to arrive at 5:00 when she got home from work, I told the women to show up at 7:30. I planned it so my wife could take on 11 men {including myself} and then spend the rest of the night getting eaten out by their wives. The night began quickly. She opened the door and found 11 men naked. Her jaw dropped and then a smile quickly formed. She was lifted quickly to a mattress that was placed on the floor and quickly stripped. No sooner were her clothes off than she had a cock in each hand, one in her mouth and a man licking her shaved pussy. She was in heaven after only about 3 minutes she was already cumming and begging to be fucked. What I had planned for her was for her to be royally gangbanged in every hole she had. First up was Tom, nice guy with about a 7 inch dick and he starts fucking her pussy, all the while the guys are rotating sticking their dicks in her mouth. By this time her excitement has made her totally wet and wild. She cums immediately, screaming, “cum in my mouth” which set off Scott who blows his load deep in her mouth and a little on her face, while at the same seeing her suck down all that cum set off Tom. The look in her eye says she is loving every minute it. Jim lays down next to her and says jump on. and with great speed she straddles Jim and shoves his cock deep into using Tom’s cum as lubricant. Just as she gets going Bill smears a handful of Lub on her ass and starts working his fingers in and out. She lets out a scream telling us she wants a man in every hole. Bill shoves his dick forcefully into her ass and she jumps a little but continues fucking both Jim and Bill. I, being the loving husband that I am, let her blow me all the while. Their is nothing like seeing your wife getting double penetrated by two men and she still has energy to give you a great blow job. Bill was the first to lose his load and slaps her ass just as he cums deep into her bowels. My cum hungry wife starts to squirm and shake and I can see that three cocks is giving her the best orgasms of her life. She has completely turned into a groaning cum filled sex slave. Jim blows his load next, the sexiest thing in the world is watching cum ooze out of your wife’s pussy and ass at the same time. But this is a gangbang, so quickly Harry gets under her and Brian gets behind her and start fucking her ass and pussy at the same time again. By this time I am lost in my own orgasm and grab my wife’s head and shove my cock down her mouth and blow my load. Quickly Mike takes my place in her mouth loving every minute of it. Now here is the birthday present, my wife is being fucked in her ass, her pussy and face fucked, but I know she wants more. I grab one of her favorite toys. A long thin vibrating dildo about 10 inches long but rather thin. I greased it up with KY and slid it into her pussy with another dick. This gets her wild and set off Harry’s orgasm. Like clock work though Brian and Mike finish and its time for the next team of Chris and John. Chris slides under and starts fucking her and John starts ramming that ass. With all the cum in her pussy and ass, as the guys push in you can hear squirting noises as cum is pushed out. All this and I still have the slim vibrator in my babies pussy. At this point she can’t suck anymore, she is in constant orgasm and is lost. The best part is the two guys left are a major surprise for my wife, Andy and Tim are twins and though they are not that big in stature they have 10 inch dicks that are the width of a grown man's wrist. As Chris and John finish, I remove the vibrator and tell my girl to look at her last present. She almost gasps and then says, “Ohh fuck yes”. With all the cum in her now the twins slide in rather easily and start fucking. I have never seem my girl go so nuts. She is cussing and groaning and screaming and having the most out of control wildest orgasms in her life. As the twins blow their loads deep in her twat and ass you can visibly see my girls legs shaking and her body quivering. She was give a birthday gangbang to rival all gangbangs. As we laid her down the women arrived and saw my wife, they couldn’t believe all the cum oozing out of her ass and pussy and the fact that she couldn’t even move. I laid down next to my wife and said happy birthday. Then I told her I lied, her last present wasn’t the twins, the last present is that each of these women have agreed to eat her out and clean her ass and pussy with their tongues. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY My wife died not long after that from a car accident, but I think she loved to share herself and sharing her favorite sexual night with people would make her happy. Believe it or not this is all true.

I took Jean by the hand and lead her to the master bedroom as Mark took Laura to the guest bedroom. Jean smelled so good and looked even better. She was 5’2” 105 pounds with out of this world 34c breasts. My cock was already hard just thinking about what was going to happen once we got to the bed. Once the door was closed, Jean pulled me down on the bed and got on top of me. She gave me the hottest French kiss that must have lasted for ten minutes. Once the kiss broke, I removed her halter top and revealed her braless breasts in their full glory. Her nipples were rock hard and must have been three-quarters of an inch long. I took one in my mouth and sucked it for all it was worth. Jean began to moan and gyrate her mound on to my cock. I decided to switch nipples and sucked the other one before switching back and forth. It took only about five minutes of this before Jean began to cum. She grabbed my head and started to shake and moan very loudly as she came. When Jean came back from her orgasm, I flipped her over on her back and removed her mini skirt and thong panties. She looked very sexy in her thong, but I needed to taste her shaven pussy. I began by licking her lips making sure not to touch her clit just yet. This drove her wild. “Ohhhhhhh, please lick my clit” I ignored her pleas and parted her lips with my tongue. I could taste her juices from her first orgasm as I started to tongue fuck her wet hole. Jean kept begging me to suck her clit but, was not done tongue fucking her. As I picked up the pace, she began to moan again and I could sense her orgasm building. Once this happened, I moved my tongue to her clit and began to lick her from the tip of her clit to her asshole. This made her moan louder and then I finally sucked her clit into my mouth and went to town. This was too much for her to handle and Jean came with the force of a hurricane. My whole face was covered with her pussy juices as I continued to eat her through her orgasm. Mark had told me that Jean loved to have her pussy eaten, but I have never seen so much pussy juice! The second she came back to earth from her orgasm, she almost ripped my pants and briefs off. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked me like a pro. I have had many women deep throat me, but Jean took my whole shaft down her throat the very first time. I usually don’t come from head, but this was like no head I have ever received. Jean had my balls tightening in no time. No matter how hard I tried to hold back her mouth and technique was too good for me to handle and I blew my load right down Jean’s throat. She could sense that I was going to cum and she sucked even harder not letting one drop leak out of her talented mouth. After I was done cumming, Jean opened her mouth and showed me my load and then she swallowed the entire thing. “Mmmmm, that tastes so good baby.” I told Jean that she had just given me the best blowjob of my life and that she could suck my cock anytime she wanted. She laughed and told me that she had enjoyed sucking my cock, but not as much as she enjoyed having me eat her pussy. She told me not to tell Mark, but I ate pussy even better than he did. I laughed and then she took my cock into her mouth again and sucked me until I was hard again. When I was back at full hardness, I pushed Jean back on the bed, spread her legs wide and began to rub my cock head up and down her slit from clit to asshole. She was already wet so when I pushed my cock into her there was no resistance. I took my time and just held my cock all the way in her for a couple seconds before I began to slowly pump her. My cock felt so good in her bareback. Jean started squeezing me with her pussy muscles and I made my cock throb in her. She began to moan and I let out a moan of my own. I started to pump in and out of her faster and faster until her moans became screams of pleasure. She came and then came again and this only made me pump her harder and faster. After her third orgasm, I flipped her over to fuck her doggy style. Jean grabbed the headboard and I started slamming my cock into her as I grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. This felt so good and she was soon cumming like crazy. I reached down between her legs to rub her clit and I noticed that she had cum running all the way down her thighs! This was so hot it made me go over the edge! I grabbed her nipples again and then I felt my balls tighten up and I gave her one final thrust before dumping my load deep in her pussy. Jean collapsed on the bed and I lay next to her and we kissed and fondled each other until we recovered. At that point, she told me that she had a surprise for me and Mark. She took me by the hand and we went back to the living room where Laura and Mark waited while making out on the couch. Laura looked up and said, “Oh there they are, took you long enough.” Jean said, “Well if your husband didn’t eat pussy so well we would have been back sooner.” Mark laughed and handed me a beer. Laura grabbed Jean by the hand and they ended up on the floor. Jean said, “I hope you guys like this” and with that our two women proceeded to get into a sixty-nine and began to eat each other's pussies. I couldn’t believe my eyes, my wife was eating my cum out of her friend's pussy and her friend was eating Mark’s cum out of hers! I have never seen Laura with another woman and I have to admit it was a very hot sight. Both women were moaning like banshees, it was no time until they were both cumming. After they came down from their orgasms, they finished off this wonderful sight with a make-out session.

May and I were sitting at the kitchen table watching our combined five kids cavorting about the back yard playing in the water. We nervously exchanged the kind of talk, talk, talk we do for a while before she opened the big scrapbook Mom had let her borrow. It had been titillating me since she gave me a glimpse of it that morning. “Well,” May said as she opened the scrapbook. “I had that talk with Mom last night. We were right.” She opened it to a five by seven picture of Mom and Dad with their friends, the Beardsly's. The nakedness didn’t bother me, our whole family has been active nudists since before we were born. It did shock me, though, to see that they were making love with the wrong people. Mom was riding Jim with his hands on her breasts. Dad had Maria on her back socking it to her. In the background were two other couples also going at it. My first thought was “ew” but we’d suspected this for years so it wasn’t really such a surprise. May and I had been talking about the option of swapping spouses for quite a while. She had brought a magazine over a year or so before: Swapping Fun was a newsprint ad magazine with black and white photos and lots of ads for swingers. It had two very crude stories of swapping parties which we dismissed as pure fiction but which we found to be very erotic. We joked about swapping our husbands but never had taken it seriously, at least not too seriously. Brent is very cute and he does like to flirt. My nickname for Doug is “My horndoug” We never really took the thoughts very far in our conversation but it was clear that both of us were interested at least a little in being adventurous. Our conjectures began in February. Mom and Dad aren’t very money oriented so May always did their taxes for them as soon as the W2s came in. Rummaging through Mom’s desk, looking for some medical receipts, she found a copy of 5miles. After Swapping Fun, 5miles was super sophisticated. The artwork was great and the stories were fantastic. A woman in one of the pictures, giving someone a blowjob looked a lot like Mom. No way, we thought. On the other hand, there were a couple of marginal notes in her handwriting reminding herself to call some of the people to set things up. May forgot about the taxes while she dug through the closets until she found a box with over a dozen issues. The two issues she copped kept us in erotic fantasyland for quite some time. May is… well, she’s very blunt. She decided to visit Mom and show her what she’d found. By the time the kids got tired and had to have lunch we’d discussed that conversation several times. Mom and Dad were actively involved in a swapper’s club and had been having sex with other couples since he was in the Air Force before we were born. May got us both laughing when she commented: “It’s a good thing we both look so much like Dad.” Fast forward through several weeks and dozens of earnest talks between May and me, Doug and me, May and Brent, Brent and Doug, and all of us with Mom and Dad. We’d finally gotten over the “eww” factor. It didn’t seem to be such a big thing when Mom talked the four of us into getting blood tests but afterwards there was a definite shift in our attitudes. She told us we should do it “Just in case” but it was very much a crossing of the Rubicon. May and I were definitely thinking that something might happen. Of course, Brent and Horndoug were all for making something happen. It took a lot more talks before May and I got over our insecurities and began thinking about actually doing something. The turning point came one Saturday afternoon at our nudist club. Billie and Eduardo, our friends about three years older than I am, had lunch with us with their two kids. Shortly thereafter, The Henderson's, about Dad’s age dropped in. Mom and Dad said that they were going to take all the kids on a nature hike then swimming afterwards. They said they’d be gone about two hours. We all knew that the two couples were members of Mom and Dad’s club. For a while after the gang left with our parents, there we were, the six of us sitting naked around the living room of our double wide waiting for someone to say something. Slowly my gut began to tell me that something was happening. I felt confused, a little jealous, and unsettled but I also felt very positive about what I kind of knew was going to happen. I don’t remember who started it but soon we were all talking a mile a minute asking questions and getting answers. Doug and Brent were wise enough not to talk much, leaving May and me to ask all the questions. At one point the guys went into the kitchen to find out the score of some game while we women continued to talk. At the time, I didn’t think much of the fact that when they returned, Brent sat next to me, and Doug sat next to May. Eduardo and Karl also swapped places. It seemed natural for our friends to put their arms over the women’s shoulders and massaging backs until I recognized that they were swapping. Then I realized when Brent put his arm over my shoulder that Horndoug was giving May a shoulder massage. The four of us looked around silently. May asked: “Uhhhh… are we going to….” Billie grinned and asked “Why not?” More silence then Eduardo laughed lightly and tried to put us at ease: “Look. You guys are obviously ready but not for everything. Let’s just explore a bit and see how comfortable we are.” Beverly added: “Group hug time!” so we stood and put our arms around each other for a while. Our friends began to get a bit frisky, fondling breasts. I felt a hand on my breast and Brent told me he’d always wanted to do that. It felt rather good. I got a tingle down the middle of my back and a little frog in my throat. I managed to tell him to go ahead. Telling him that kind of broke the tension. Of course I knew what was going to happen. We all had known that since Mom told us our friends were coming over. May and I had tacitly agreed and both of our spouses were on the track too. All we were really waiting for was for something to get the ball rolling. Beverly got the kissing going. First there were pecks on the cheeks of the guys on either side of her. May and I followed suit. Soon the kisses were a bit more erotic, in keeping with the breast manipulation that was going on all around the circle. I gave Doug a big kiss then asked “OK?” He kissed me back and nodded. Then I kissed Brent and before I knew it we were pressed together kissing passionately, rubbing together. I really can’t trace my feelings, but being an artist they seem best described by their colors. They went from apprehension, a kind of a gray-blue background with flashes of yellow then acceptance and my feelings turned to a much more pleasant Prussian blue. Brent’s hands on me, the deep erotic kisses and his fully erect penis poking at me quickly turned my feelings to a bright, iridescent red with yellow undertones, almost like fire. That’s how my insides felt. A huge wave of incredible warmth suffused me as I nestled into Brent erotically for the first time. Horndoug and I had fantasized many times about swapping with May and Brent so this seemed an extension of those feelings. He was doing wonderful things to my boobs and he’s such a marvelous kisser. We went on and on and on, reveling in our newfound feelings together. I noticed Eduardo leaning back in the couch. Beverly was sitting in his lap facing forward while he played with her boobs. His erect penis was sticking out from between her legs as if it were her penis. What a rush I was getting. When she reached down, moved her hips about and inserted it into her vagina my feelings went wild. Brent was driving me crazy with his hands and his erect cock poking at my tummy. Seeing Billie riding Karl on the floor like a cowgirl sent me over the top even more. Then I saw Horndoug and May. A huge pang of jealousy was quickly chased away by Brent’s ministrations. May’s legs were wrapped around Doug’s waist as he pumped into her, kissing her and playing with her boobs. Brent maneuvered me down into the love seat and took almost the same position with me. All of my jealousy disappeared, replaced by more orange and red, like a sunset… no a sunrise. This was a beginning, not an ending. Brent’s kisses sent waves and waves of alternating heat and cold into me, all through me. Probing with his cock all about my pussy he asked: “May I?” I answered with a passionate kiss. I’d fantasized many times about this but when his penis began to enter my vagina it made all the fantasies pale in insignificance. For the first time in over eight years another penis was inside me. It didn’t take long… or did it? I don’t know how long we rutted together, his penis probing, exploring, doing things, wonderful things to my whole being. My tensions rose, I tingled all over, I got higher and higher until everything released all at once as I shook all over moaning and screaming even though we were still kissing. My feelings were totally indescribable. Slowly I realized that he was still inside me, still slowly thrusting softly into me. At first it was uncomfortable, I was too overloaded but soon it was starting to feel good again. I pulled him into me more, as much as I could. This was too good to pass up. Soon I was rising and rising and rising again as we fucked and kissed and enjoyed this totally new experience… a new guy, a different guy… and all around us were others making love too. Seeing my sister riding on my husband’s cock sent me over the top again and I was groaning through another orgasm with Brent. Perhaps not as monumental as the first one but absolutely wonderful. This time I retained consciousness, overloading my mind with the images around us. I felt Brent’s excitement growing so I began milking his penis with my pussy muscles. Why didn’t I think of that before. It’s fun to play with a cock with my muscles like that and it took no time at all before Brent was pumping his fluids into me over and over as he groaned and shook through his orgasm. We rested, fondling each other for a while. After some time Billie asked us what we though of what had happened. May grinned from ear to ear: “I think we’ll do this again, right Sis?” “You Betcha!” I responded. We talked for quite some time about how we would continue with this new experience. We did another group hug, perhaps not as sexy as the first one but much more comfortable with lots of touching and kissing. We shared some more lemonade in the kitchen while we continued to talk, unable to keep our hands off of one-another. I got to play with all the guys’ cocks, comparing them for size and shape. Soon all the guys were up and locked again. Beverly asked whether we could have a circle. “What’s that? I asked?” It’s kind of a tradition in the club. After the playing we like to share with everyone. The guys go around the circle screwing all the gals. May and I looked at each other then at our husbands. “Why not?” We asked in unison. Trooping into the bedroom all the women laid on their backs on the king size beds. We started with our own husband’s familiar penis inside us. We shared some kisses and some fondling as well as some sexy comments. It felt good to have Doug inside me again. He knows how to excite both my clit and that really sensitive spot just inside my vagina at the same time. About the time I was just getting into the mood Karl said “Time to change partners now.” I felt a real loss as Doug reluctantly pulled out of me and gave me another kiss. Not to be left out, though, soon Eduardo presented his larger, thicker penis to me. I took it with just a bit of trepidation but quickly guided it into me. The combined juices of my pussy and Brent’s semen let it slip in with hardly a pause. Soon I was feeling my third cock of the day. The unique feelings of his thrusting and kisses quickly brought on another small orgasm and just as I came down, it was time for Brent’s now familiar appendage to take Eduardo’s place. “I could really learn to like this.” I thought. I was just beginning to rise again when it was Karl’s turn. Doing this all so close together gave me a chance to compare the feelings of all the different cocks inside me. I restarted my rise again and came very nicely with Karl and right afterwards he came inside me. I rather enjoyed feeling his orgasm after all of mine. I heard Brent come, then Doug. As I was relaxing with Karl’s shrinking penis still inside me I looked up with a start to see Mom standing near the bed. Resisting the urge to hide what I’d been doing I just smiled at her. “Well, kids.” She asked: “We thought you’d have fun. Did you?” All of us said “Yeah.” “Are you going to do it again?” May answered: “and again and again, and again.” We all laughed our assent. “Circle?” She asked. “Yeah..” Responded Billie. We thought it would get them over any remaining reservations.” The four of us agreed that it had been a good idea. May ventured that I had trained Horndoug well. I thought a moment then told her that it wasn’t so much that anyone was better, but the unique situation and the others around sure does add to the excitement. She agreed that it was the differences that made it so good. My good ole Horndoug quipped: “Vive le difference.” “Well, playtime is over, kids. It’s time to get cleaned up. We’ll be bringing the kids back in about ten minutes unless you want to meet us at the pool.” “We all need showers now. We’ll meet you there and use the pool showers. Ours is too small for all of us.” May answered. Brent added: “We can open the windows and let some fresh air in to get rid of the whorehouse smell in here.” We laughed and after another group hug and lots of fondling and kissing we all wandered over to the pool. My double load of semen must have been visible had anyone looked but nobody said anything. So that was our introduction. Our folks usually watch our kids when we go to club parties now but once in a while we’ll be at parties together. It still feels odd to see them banging other people… Hell, it still seems odd to see them making love together but we are getting over that. I surely am glad that May ran across that copy of 5miles that February afternoon.

It was about 4:30 on a Saturday at Rudy’s place. We’d been going at it off and on since six Friday night. Bob and I were lying on a blanket on Rudy’s lawn after sharing a lovely encounter with him. Bob has incredible stamina but forty-five minutes of hot sex left both of us exhausted. I don’t suppose it also had something to do with the seven or eight encounters with various women since he and Carol arrived Friday. We reclined there watching his wife Carol on the other side of the pool taking on at least four guys, one after another. Quite a sexy sight. Rusty surprised me with an ice cold drink against my naked back. We wandered over to a table and chairs, continuing to watch Bob’s wife boffing all those guys. We watched intently until Carol screamed through her latest orgasm. She fell off her latest conquest and rolled onto the lawn to recover. The discussion went on for a while, just three naked people sitting around a table under an umbrella while two dozen people were in various stages of pre, current, and post coital action. After some time Rusty pulled the tape recorder out of a bag and set it up on the table. He hit the record button. “OK, Bob. We’ve been waiting to hear about how you got involved with us. Care to elucidate us?” “Sure, Rusty. Carol and I met, or rather re-met in my hardware store. She converted me to nudism, which was a real eye-opener.” He paused as our laughs made him realize his inadvertent pun. “No. Really, I meant that I never realized that people could be that open and friendly. Nudism is great.” It surely breaks down the barriers between people. I’m sorry I didn’t start it years ago. At any rate, we seduced each other and how we got married soon after. Here goes.” Bob’s story as transcribed by Rusty and Barb. I can’t tell you how great it was to be married to Carol. The sex was fabulous but more important, we communicated. We share so many interests that it was like we’d been together all our lives. Her kids were great too, so darned friendly and supportive. To me, it was a match made in heaven. Over the first two years of marriage, we told each other just about everything we’d ever done. I was amazed that Carol had been swinging with her second husband. I had trouble understanding how she could deal with watching her husband screwing another woman. From behind me Carol’s voice, tired but satisfied, piped in: "It wasn’t the women he screwed while I watched that bothered me, it was the ones he fucked but didn’t tell me about." She pulled a Pepsi out of the ice cooler and joined us at the table. From time to time she used a damp towel to clean up the gallons of cum that she’d collected in her gang bang. She did it very erotically, if that makes sense. Bob continued while Carol leaned back with a smile on her face. All the talk about swinging was really intriguing me but I didn’t see how I could possibly do it without feeling jealous. It was like that for quite a while. I was interested but afraid of losing Carol. After all, that’s how Carol lost her second husband. We had a big pool party at our place for our second anniversary. The first two hours were for our textile friends but as soon as they left, the bathing suits came off. One couple there, I’ll call them Ted and Alice. Remember the movie? we’d visited with them several times at the nudist park so I knew them fairly well. They came down from Victoria for the party and were staying with us for a few days. Ted is a big strapping blond guy with the build of a football halfback. Alice is just the opposite, petite, dark, and reserved. I couldn’t help but appreciate her small but perfectly formed boobs. Her small dark nipples changed from time to time from nickel sized flat and delicious looking to standing out almost half an inch. Ever since the suits had come off I’d felt like I’d like to play with her tits. I hoped Carol hadn’t noticed my tendency to glance at Alice’s boobs. Alice quipped: “Oh, I noticed all right. I took it as a good sign that we might finally have some fun later.” Finally, the last people dressed and left at about nine and left us alone with Ted and Alice. We collected the remaining partially empty wine bottles and settled into couches in the family room to sample the varieties that were left. Ted and Alice filled us in on what they had been up to since they’d moved to Canada. Carol had told me before that they had been in the same swingers club that Carol and Lex had belonged to. They told us that Lex was expelled from the club for screwing around with non-members. They informed me that the club takes that very seriously. They don’t want any VD sneaking into the membership. I couldn’t resist asking them lots of questions about the club and their life in it. I guess I was kind of obviously interested. Alice told us she happened to have a tape of the last party if we cared to watch it. I looked hopefully at Carol. She smiled and nodded. Alice pulled on a light robe and ran to their car to get the tape. We were regaled with an hour of incredible sex on the tape. Ted and Alice appeared prominently several times, each time with a different partner. The atmosphere was so erotic that I was really getting aroused. I was embarrassed by a rising erection until I noted that Ted was fully up and locked already. We sat there together on that couch, mesmerized by the tape, necking with our spouses when I felt Alice’s hand on my bare leg. I looked down at it then up to make eye contact. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders, asking Carol if she minded. She answered that it was up to me. It took a few moments to figure out for sure what they were talking about but when she and Carol both began fondling my cock and balls I finally understood. Carol asked me if I minded getting together with Alice. I said something like “Uhhh yes, errr no…. I mean sure, it’s OK.” I had to collect my thoughts. “Is it OK with you?” She nodded. Then she asked if I minded her getting together with Ted. By that time my mind was in orbit somewhere and I just smiled a silly grin. Carol jumped in with her comment: “You have no idea how silly that grin was. You looked like a five year old who snuck behind a candy counter. I knew you were ready. We’d talked about it endlessly already." Bob continued: "My head was swimming but that’s nothing to compare with what my genitals were doing in their hands. Carol and Ted moved to the other couch, leaving me in the tender hands of Alice. And what tender hands they were. We touched and fondled for quite a while. Oh how great those little titties felt to me. She knew just how to excite me without pushing me over the limit. From time to time we looked over to see Ted and Carol working their way into a lovely 69 on the carpet with her on top. Alice and I kissed for a while, continuing to explore with our hands. I had to tell her to be careful or I would blow my wad all over her. After about three of these times she just went down on me and ate me passionately. Maybe it wasn’t quite as well done as Carol, she’s a great cock sucker, but Alice was nearly as good. It only took moments for me to begin shuddering massively. My head felt like it would explode with the orgiastic rush. Then my cock did explode. I was filling her mouth with a day’s worth of cum. She swallowed and continued to pleasure me all the way through it, stripping the cum from my dick and lapping up the last of my cock juice. I could taste my cum on her lips as we kissed. She said with a grin: “Now that we’ve taken care of the immediate problem we can really take our time and do this right.” While Ted was slowly stirring Carol’s insides with his cock, Alice and I began a long, long climb up the ladder of eros. Gosh, was she ever easy to like. We fondled, and kissed and diddled, and sucked and licked as our passions rose and rose and rose. At one point I was eating her soft wet pussy with a finger inside her when she began a series of grunts. The grunts turned to squeals as she began to hump her hips at me and to milk my finger with pussy pulses. I’ve loved eating pussy since I met Carol but this was something special. I was flying high with the feelings of sharing her orgasm. She pushed me away for a few moments then invited me back for a soft slow pussy lick. I could feel her relaxing and coming down from her release but almost immediately, she began to hump me again. “Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me now. Get that cock of yours inside me." That was not very hard to do with her legs over my shoulders. I felt slight pangs of guilt as my cock slid into her pussy but a glance showed that Ted and Carol were still fucking slowly, watching us. A strange, new, receptive pussy, new tits to fondle, and new lips to kiss. It doesn’t get any better than that. I was able to last and last and last. It felt so good to be inside her, to be sharing all this. Her first orgasm came as a surprise. She shuddered and squealed again then relaxed and held me inside her with her legs. She came down then began to rise again. Carol loves it when I insert all the way then rub our pubic mounds together in circles. I’m here to tell you that Alice loved it too. Her second orgasm wasn’t a surprise. It was even more intense than the first. Her third orgasm was even more powerful than the others. What with her hips moving about, her vagina muscles milking my cock, her kisses and her tits, I couldn’t hold back any longer so just as her convulsions slowed down, I dumped my load into her with all the incredible feeling imaginable and then some. Fortunately, her pussy pulses slowed down and stopped about the same time my cock shriveled up so I was able to keep it inside her for quite a while. Somehow that makes Carol and I feel closer and I think Alice felt the same way. I know it felt awfully good to me. Carol’s loud scream, that familiar sound of an out of this world orgasm surprised me and I finally slipped out of Alice. We kissed and hugged and snuggled for a long time. Finally, Ted and Carol came over to us and we shared a very sensuous group hug. I was so darned high with all these feelings that I was speechless. Carol asked me if I was OK with all of this and all I could do was nod my head… vigorously. We snuggled around sensuously for quite some time. The phone rang and Alice got up, walked to the phone and picked it up I hated to see her go but Carol kept us guys busy. “Hello….. oh Hi June…. Yes it worked, we did it. He really got me going, you’ll have to try him some time….” She talked on like that for a few minutes. I was intrigued when she told June that it was OK for them to come over the next day. It didn’t settle into my mind until later that this had been a set-up. She hung up then returned to us. We talked as we fondled, Each of us had the others’ wife on our lap. We talked about what we had done and they quickly convinced me that we would be doing a lot more of it. It’s amazing how quickly all this sharing had come to feel normal. I felt no jealousy at all. Half an hour later, Ted noted that it was already 11:30 and that we ought to be getting to bed so we all climbed into their super big bed. I managed to get it up for a wonderful session with Carol right next to Ted and Alice who were fucking each other’s brains out. Finally, we all collapsed and fell asleep. The next day was even wilder. June and her husband brought another couple with them and we coupled in pairs, trios, quartets and octets. All of them of course were sex-tets. I had my cock in every one of the women several times and learned how differently each of their pussies tasted. It was a wonderful introduction to swinging. Thanks for being such a good wife, honey.