By christnthms
James' head is spinning as he pulls out of the parking lot. The emotional revelation and activity of the last three days is still a blur; he'll definitely be replaying this for a while until it all sinks in. He can see the air terminal that he just dropped her at in his mirror, and laughs at the fact that he'd met her at that same location, after having not seen her for almost thirty years. THIRTY YEARS! This is crazy...
Wow, Isabel. She had been "one of the guys" from the first time he'd met her in their freshman year of high school. She had that laid back attitude, that made her fit into any crowd. Of course he'd had a crush on her from the beginning, but nothing had ever happened. To have found out just yesterday that she'd had a crush on him the whole time as well was bittersweet. Maybe if they'd finished their senior year together something would have happened. Probably not. Her family moving away suddenly closed that door though. It had left a lot of questions though, as they'd seemed to grow closer right before then even though she was dating Sean. His mind lingered a moment on the bittersweet memories of the three of them. Her family had never been tied to the community much, so when the news came that they were leaving there hadn't been anyone with a sure explanation. He'd heard the rumors, ranging from as mundane as a job offer on the other coast to the scandalous variety of affairs and divorce. He hadn't listened to any of them seriously though, as he knew them to all be pure speculation.
It was just last Wednesday evening when he'd received the surprise phone call. Her mom had just passed, and she was going to be in town briefly to scatter her mom's ashes and settle a few estate affairs. As surprised as he was to hear from her, he was even more surprised to hear his own voice inviting her to stay in his guest room while she was visiting. The following 24hrs was a volley of emails and calls to arrange the details, and then suddenly he's pulling up to that air terminal to pick her up. Oddly, even with all the time passed, she looked exactly as he expected: a little rounder and a little grayer, but exactly as his mind had drawn her. Even before they spoke, there was an easy familiarity. This was almost as comfortable as picking her up for school had been in the old beat up pickup he'd had all those years ago. His current truck was much nicer, but he chuckled to himself at the parallels.
Loading her couple bags into the truck bed only took a moment, and the ride home was easy. There was so much catching up to do, that nothing serious had to be said for hours. Later though, after dinner and unpacking, things were different. It was too late to get anything done in town, and the bustle of travel had left her fatigued anyway. Lots of tense silence... He knew she was dealing with her mother's death as well, but she said nothing about that. As the night drew on, he found her leaning against his shoulder as they stared into whatever mindless show was on the TV. She was a virtual stranger to him now, yet her warmth on his shoulder and his arm around her felt as natural as if she'd always been there. And yet, she hadn't. In fact, this was the most time he'd ever spent touching her. They didn't talk about themselves anymore, didn't talk much more at all. Just sat with each other. Eventually, it was late enough that they went to bed. With his bedroom and bathroom upstairs, he didn't see her again until the morning. He had felt a little guilty at that point for the lustful thoughts he had for her, like somehow even thinking them was disrespectful to her mourning. Still, they were there like they'd always been. For just a moment he flashed back to watching her with Sean, how even the most innocent giggle had stirred jealousy in him. Sean had been his friend, and yet his clumsy advances on her and less than chivalrous pawing had always bothered him. He had never said anything though, hadn't even admitted to himself what he was feeling back then. Feelings... He pushed them down and went to sleep.
In the morning, by the time he made it downstairs, she was already up and about and ready for the day. She didn't say anything about the night before, and so neither did he. She said she had to see a lawyer and realtor, about the family property. It was several hundred acres of mostly wilderness, overlooking the Pacific, that they had used to hang out on as kids. Even though there were no fences, it had remained largely undisturbed all these years. She asked him if he'd be able to go with her to scatter her mom's ashes in the afternoon. Considering his work schedule a moment, he decided it wouldn't be a problem for him to leave work a little early, so they agreed that he'd pick her up at the realtor's at 3. That'd leave them enough daylight to make it out to the old property right about dusk.
His work day was a blur, mindless productivity. His mind was still on the night before. He knew he should be focused on being supportive to her this afternoon, but the sensation of her warmth pressed up against him wouldn't leave his mind. 2:30 arrived quickly. He said his goodbyes and arrived at the realtor a couple minutes before 3. He had only been there a minute when she came out of the realtor's office. Her expression was expectedly somber, but the salesman's enthusiasm of the realtor seemed out of place to him. Didn't this man have any respect for the situation? She climbed in without speaking, the box containing her mother's urn already secure in the back. As they pulled away, she glanced at him, a wordless thank you passed between them. Even with the time that had passed apart, this is what friends do for each other. They show up when needed and don't ask for explanations.
The roads out to the old property were full of twists and turns, many of which were permanently shady and damp. Like an old familiar game though, he wove through it. They'd done this ride hundreds of times as kids, usually with a load of screaming friends along. This time it was just the 2 of them, and it was far more thrilling. She was belted into her side of the bench seat, and all he could think about was how much more he'd prefer if she slid over so he could put his arm around her again. He could almost admit to himself how much he wanted to be touching her again. The desire brought back more memories of that final summer before she moved away. The last time they'd come out here, was just he and his current girl Claire, and Sean and Isabel. They'd all crammed into the old pickup to come out here with a small picnic and a bunch of ill-gotten beer. Each couple had paired off after lunch. Although the goal had been some privacy, where they'd ended up he could see Sean and Isabel. Claire had been a sweet girl, but stolen glimpses of Isabel had fueled his passion that day. He was always a bit ashamed when he remembered that afternoon, that he was imagining himself with her the whole time... that when the moment had come, it was his view of Isabel's head in Sean's lap rather than Claire's fervent efforts that put him over the edge. He had wondered, and even hoped a few times, that he hadn't imagined her glancing over at him. Most of the time he knew that was crazy, but sometimes he hoped not.
As they crested the last rise and emerged from the forest, they were greeted with the sun just reaching the horizon over the pacific. Truly, this had to be one of the greatest views on the planet. He only wished there was a better reason to be here. He again felt guilty for feeling lust for her in the current, somber setting. If only...
She was carrying the urn under her arm as they walked slowly out to the edge of the bluff, her other hand clutching his. Nothing was said. They just walked to the edge and stood there for a long while. Eventually, she knelt and undid the top of the urn, upending it over the rocks and surf below. She was crying silently when she stood up and turned to embrace him. Her head fit very naturally into the hollow of his neck, and her hair pressed against his cheek. There were no hysterics. She just sobbed silently into his chest, and clung to him desperately. Eventually, her grip relaxed and the crying stopped. He wasn't sure how long they'd been standing there, but the sun was dipping below the horizon now and the shadows were fading. She still didn't let go of him, but her embrace had changed. It was no longer a desperate clutch, and now she was pressed against him along her whole length. He could feel her breath on his neck, and he knew his body was going to respond as it had done last night. He felt the heat of shame creep up the back of his neck. He had to move before she noticed. He moved a hand to her face, to break the moment and suddenly found himself cupping he upturned face just inches from his. The urge to kiss her was unbearable, but he just KNEW that this was the most inappropriate--- and then her lips just barely touched his. She had done it, not him. It almost didn't count as a kiss, and yet it electrified his whole body. He was suddenly aware that she wasn't looking at him with sadness or like an old friend. There was an urgency in her look, but it was definitely passion not sadness. He had hesitantly lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips were soft and yielding, and it was a kiss that he'd waited most of his life for. She quickly became more aggressive. A nibble, pulling his lip into her mouth. Almost against his own will, his tongue darted out and she welcomed it playfully with her own. Now he KNEW his body was responding and she had to be aware of it as closely as she was pressed against him. The hands that had so innocently hugged her just a minute ago had slid lower now to hold her hips against him. There had been no thought on his part, only the two of them pressed together, as he'd imagined all those years ago. No longer the skinny teenagers that they'd been, they fit together far better now than they would have then.
As suddenly as it had all started, she broke the kiss and pulled back. "It's getting chilly. We ought to get going." They had walked back to his truck in silence, holding hand just as they did when they arrived. It was different now though, the tension between them palpable. He was sure his hand was trembling, but hers was as firm and steady as ever. Was this a game to her? He worried and wanted like a tug of war, his thoughts rattling inside his head. Back in the truck and headed back out through the old familiar roads, she broke the silence with some reminiscing... It is then that she'd mentioned how she'd had a crush on him through high school. She even admitted to fantasizing about him when dating Sean. That had struck him like a lightning bolt. He hadn't dared to look over at her in that moment. She had continued to talk about imagining it was him, James, reaching under her shirt or into her pants rather than Sean. She even mentioned that last picnic, how she had watched him watch her and she had known how that he wanted it to be her. He could feel the back of his neck burning with some alien mix of shame and lust at the same time. She had known his secret all this time. The conversation had trailed off then, with only a few less personal memories shared. He didn't know what to make of these revelations.
Back at his house, they fixed dinner together, still talking about their teenaged years but carefully skirting the more personal topics. After eating, they retired to the couch again, but didn't bother with the TV this time. She pressed herself against him again. She had quite clearly become the aggressor and the self doubt he felt earlier had faded to a distant whisper. They'd spent the whole evening petting and kissing, and every time he thought they were going to shed clothing she'd change positions or need a break. The discussion had become more explicit, as she described her teenaged fantasies of him. She told of loosing her virginity, and that she'd whispered his name as she'd felt that first penetration. She related clumsy fumblings in back seats and under bleachers, and using her visions of him to fuel her passion. Her ability to keep him at the edge of loosing control seemed to go on and on. As passionate as it was, it had frustrated him to no end as well. It had been like she enjoyed the attention and knowing that he wanted her, but didn't want to let him go any farther than petting. Eventually, she had said it was late and that they ought to get some sleep. He had sheepishly agreed without protest, while inside he had been screaming. He was throbbing as he climbed the stairs, his mind still fixated on her curves pressed against him, her hungry kisses on his mouth and neck. Even the simple smell of her shampoo filling his nose kept him wanting her.
His bedtime ablutions done without thinking, he was stripped to his boxers and in bed in moments. His hand went absentmindedly to his hard-on, but this time he didn't feel ashamed. He was still mildly annoyed at her for dismissing him like that, but now he just wanted to finish what had been brewing all night. His hand moved, sliding and squeezing instinctively, as his mind replayed the best parts of the last couple hours. He imagined how it'd feel to have her naked body sliding against his, how wet she'd be for him. He envisioned her wonderful mouth moving lower. Now he was getting close, he could feel it building.
"That looks yummy. Mind if I help?" He nearly jumped out of bed in shock. He was instantly overcome with shame at having been discovered, naked, stroking himself. She wasn't even naked, just standing in his doorway in pajamas as innocently as if she'd asked for an extra pillow. Without waiting for him to recover from the shock or answer, she strode confidently to his bed and sat on the edge.
"We've been messing around all night. You've been pressing that hard-on against me for hours. I told you about fantasizing about you. I told you I watched you watching me and Sean. I've done everything I could do get you to step forward. You know, it's okay to take the initiative sometimes. From here out, you need to make the moves. I've done everything up to this point, but now it's up to you."
She had delivered this as if making an observation about the weather. The incongruity of her tone and the moment shocked him as much as the words themselves.
They sat there for a moment, he naked and now limp, her in pajamas sitting on the edge of the bed. He had heard her words, and part of him wanted to grab her, push her down, and take her forcefully. Instead though, he sat frozen. She looked down, and then away. He knew that she was on the verge of leaving if he didn't do something. Feeling desperate that the moment is slipping away from him, his hand reached out. It was one of the most difficult gestures he'd ever attempted, and when his finger tips touched her arm it was like an electric shock.
He stammered, "I always... I just never..."
"Shhh... don't speak."
"I..." She turned toward him, and this time he found himself able to reach with both arms and pull her forward on top of him. He could feel the points of her nipples through the thin material, and was aware of the blood pounding in his temples. Her lips were trailing a line of soft, gentle kisses along his collarbone. He reached around her, gathered her shirt and pulled it over her head. Finally freed, her breasts weren't small and perky as he'd imagined in high school. They were the full, gracefully curving breasts of a grown woman. Curves that pressed against him now, warm and wonderfully soft. Curves that trailed down across her abdomen into full round hips. He watched her thumbs hook into the waistband, and his hands reached down to help. She had to turn away for a moment to get the pants down her legs, then she was back on top of him. Feeling her bare skin, his hands seemed to know what to do, even though his mind was still spinning. Her kisses weren't teasing anymore, they were the promise of passion that he'd dreamed of since high school. No longer fumbling from inexperience, her hands expertly caressed him, urging him onward. Her breath was against him, while her hands reached lower. Suddenly, her fingers encircled him, throbbing with desire. Her voice was low and smooth as silk, "Mmmmmm, that's what I want."
Restraint was a distant memory, and even conscious thought seemed foreign. His fingers knotted in her hair as he kissed her deeply. Then, using her hair to guide her, he pushed her head down to his renewed hard-on. Her eyes turned up at him, and there was a playful smile in them. Then her tongue traced a slow circle around the head. Not able to stand it anymore, his eyes had closed as he tugged her head down, forcefully. Again and again, through his closed eyes he could hear the wet slurping sounds and feel the low vibrations of her humming as he slid in and out of her mouth. The sensations were incredible. He could hear her gagging, but her hands clutching his ass, pulling him in, told him she had no intention of stopping.
"Ugh... Oh fuck. Oh..." He was totally unaware he was even speaking.
Suddenly, she pulled up with a gasp. "Slow down cowboy. This rodeo isn't going to end THAT quickly." She squeezed him hard, too hard, and the orgasm that had been building receded some. Having finally let loose the passion he'd been storing up all these years, he wasn't going to be shut down anymore. Still past thinking at this point, he barely heard her words. Pushing her off him, he rolled on top of her, kissing or licking every body part that presented itself. Her lips, cheekbone, and earlobe, the hollow of her neck... Her arched response as his lips trailed across her shoulder made him smile. Down the valley between her breasts now, and over to an erect nipple... He reached down with his free hand, and for the first time felt her wetness. My god he was shocked at how wet she was and how easily his fingers slid inside her. Immediately, he was drawn to focus his kisses lower. To her abdomen, then the curve where her waist became her hip, and eventually across the faint tan like where her bathing suit must rest. Lower still, until he was kissing the tender skin of her upper thigh, watching so close as his fingers found her clit and caressed it. His fingers were glistening and slippery now. There were no words, but her small gasps and almost silent moans encouraged him. She knew exactly what she wanted, and was guiding him. She spread her legs even further, hips pushing upward, urging him onward. His tongue darted out. Time was a blur. He didn't remember beginning, but his entire face was buried in her with her juices running from his chin. How long? Had he done this, or was she in charge still? It didn't matter as spasms rocked her again and again. His tongue was sore from unfamiliar exertion, and his forearm ached with the strain of pushing into her again and again.
He slowed to catch his breath, pretty sure that this was all a dream. Isabel continued to writhe beneath him, her hands clutching his hair.
"Oh fuck I love that tongue" This was not the old friend in mourning that he had invited into his home. "Lick me baby, show me what you can do" The smooth purr of her voice was hypnotic. Commanding? He wasn't sure. Suddenly, he had realized like a blow to the head, that the only way to keep pleasing her was to do what he wanted rather than what she told him to do. She hadn't gone with Sean all those years ago because he had asked, but because he had reached out and taken what he wanted. With a final, long slurping kiss to her clit, he rose to his elbows, and then upright to his knees.
"My turn."
The hesitance was gone. The voice he heard was rougher and commanding, and he didn't even recognize it as his own. Rock hard again, he grabbed her leg and rolled her over onto her stomach. His hands took a moment to travel her curves again and to marvel at the swell of her hips and ass as she struggled to regain her balance. Quickly he straddled her, pinning her hips to the bed with his weight. His cock resting between her cheeks, a sort of promise or threat. One hand clasped the back of her neck, a sharp smack on her right cheek drew a gasp and moan, and she had arched her hips up at him. Almost without effort, he slid into her. A slight shift of his hips and he was pressed against her, fully inside her now, surrounded by her wetness and heat. Short rocking strokes, the sensations filling his mind. She tries to push back against him, but he pushes her down with a hand in the center of her back. Pinned, and penetrated, she can only grunt and moan as he slowly pushes in and out of her. Her hands clutch at the sheets, and her mouth opens and closes wordlessly. The temptation to increase the tempo is incredible but he held off somehow. He was possessing her now. This time the self restraint is about taking her body fully, letting her feel him on top of her, controlling her sensations. Almost on accident (almost), his thumb finds the crinkled entrance to her ass and gives a slow rub and gentle push. Her head had snapped around at that, trying to look at him. The look of worry on her face is real, and yet she doesn't ask him to stop.
"Ugghhh" Somehow, even with only a moan, she conveys her own hesitance. A little more pressure, and she relaxes. He's surprised at how easily she yields to him. His thumb pushes in a little more, and he can feel his own cock against his thumb now and the sensation thrills him. His tempo has increased, and now he's plunging into her with enough force to make her gasp on each thrust. She squirmed more now, as if she were trying to get away but not really.
This time his thumb sank in deep with a single shove. "OOohhh!" and again she twisted to look over her shoulder. Expressions of lust and fear struggle for control of her face. Even as she writhed beneath him though, half of her motions were pushing back into him.
"Are you going to take it in the ass?"
"Uugghh" Uncertainty? She didn't say no...
"I'm going to put my cock in your ass now. You'll like it." It wasn't the request that he'd have made a short while ago. It was a statement, a promise. For the first time, he was comfortable taking what he wanted.
His hips rocked back, withdrawing completely, and then forward again so that he just slides between her cheeks, slippery and shiny from her juices, again he marvels at how wet she it. Back and forth. Back and forth. A subtle shift, and now the head is pushing against her. Her sharp intake of breath tells him she wasn't completely ready, but his head is inside her now. She's literally biting the pillow, moaning through clenched teeth, as he slowly eases forward. She's not trying to get away anymore. Eyes closed and holding her breath, she still manages to angle her hips to help him. All in now, and they just hold still for a second. Breath explodes from each of them, hers ragged through her clenched teeth, him panting from exertion. It probably only lasted a second, maybe two, each of them captured by their own sensations.
"This is going to be fast and hard" A tiny nod from her is all he needs. Then he's ramming into her, holding onto her shoulders for leverage. He can feel her whole body tense beneath him, and is aware of every bit of friction as he possesses her completely. The sheen of sweat on her back, her hair clinging together in clumps from where he was holding it, the wet slapping sound, animal grunts, and heavy breathing is all there is to hear. This isn't the tender, romance he had sometimes dreamed of. It wasn't even steamy sex that he fantasized about. This was hotter and more animalistic than he could have ever imagined. Then his orgasm arrived, quickly as predicted. He was no longer aware of what he was doing or saying. The spasms grabbed hold of him, thrusting and grunting, this time it is his teeth clenched. He was distantly aware of her own sounds and motions, his own sensations almost drowning them out. Slowly, as his body relaxed, and the numbing fog crept into his brain, he collapsed forward onto her. Their sweat mingled and began to cool almost instantly as they both struggled to catch their breath. He'd been vaguely aware of thinking that it's lame to fall asleep after sex before the darkness overtook him.
Some hours later he woke to the smell of brewing coffee. Downstairs, he could hear the faint clink of dishes. Still unsure what had happened the night before, or what it meant now, he stumbled down the stairs. Isabel was fully dressed, and her packed bags were waiting at the door already. The tender, almost raw feeling between his legs verified that the night before wasn't a dream and yet nothing in her actions or tone gives any acknowledgement.
"You were sleeping so soundly. I hope you don't mind me rummaging in the kitchen. I made coffee and put together some eggs and toast for us."
Inane chit chat fills the gaps between bites, and nothing is said about the night before. Her flight is only a couple hours away, so it is easy to skip over the time.
And so here he is, driving out of the airport lot, his head full of questions and emotions, seemingly without any way to answer them. She had embraced him at the security check, and given him a goodbye kiss that was almost friendly but just an instant longer than friendly. Then suddenly she was gone through the gate...
Was there supposed to be more? Were they going to talk about what had happened? Maybe this is it, a single night of passion. As wonderful as it had been, that idea is very dissatisfying to him.
Just before he reaches the merge to the highway, his phone buzzes. At the stop sign he checks, Isabel of course, "I have to come back in 2 weeks to meet with the realtor again. I've decided not to sell the property. I may be building a house there. Can I stay with you again? I really appreciate you helping me through this, and would love another chance to thank you some more."
Smiling to himself, he pulls out into traffic. This has been a long time coming, but now he's confident that this the first chapter of a great novel rather than a disposable short story.
THE END
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True story that is still in my spank bank.
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We met in an Applebee's right next to the hotel to see if we mutually wanted to take it further. They walked in looking like a normal suburban couple. She was definitely a BBW girl and did most of the talking. We got to know each other over a drink and quickly came to the conclusion that none of us were psycho killers and I gave them a key while they went back to the car to retrieve lube and condoms
After 15 minutes I hear a knock then the door unlock. They both walk in smiling and comment "nice hotel." Cindy takes off the jacket she was wearing to reveal a lace teddy and fuck me boots that she must have changed into. She walks up to me confidently and gives me a wet kiss with lots of tongue as Dave watches and then joins in. Cindy then turns to make out with Dave while reaching back and fondling my cock through my jeans. I whisper in her ear, "Get on your knees and suck your husband's cock." Before I know it, Dave whips out his cock which is bigger and thicker than I've ever seen in person. I get on my knees next to her and hold her hair back so that I can watch her blow him up close, moving her thong aside and fingering her sopping wet pussy loudly. She kisses me and I taste cock for the first time, albeit indirectly.
We then move to one of the two queen beds and put Cindy on all fours. I pull down her panties to her knees and give her big ass a few playful smacks. She moans and spreads her legs a little wider, showing us her wet pussy and I shift my spanking to it. She shrieks and moans as I finger her pussy. Dave takes off her bra freeing her huge tits with big red nipples. I grab one and then another... tweaking her big nips to make her moan some more. Dave is sitting back stroking his big dick looking right at her. I don't think we ever made eye contact.
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All of a sudden she starts trembling all over and moaning guttural. She spits out my cock and tells us she is going to cum. Cum was an understatement, she literally gushed girl cum all over my hotel bed. I've never seen such a gush, it sounded like somebody flushed a toilet.
"Sorry about the bed, but I told you I was a gusher," she says. I suggest we all move over to the other bed and pull her on top of me. She is so wet that my pubes are soaked immediately. Dave pushes her forward onto me not too gently and we kiss as he works his cock inside her asshole. She starts to buck wildly and again tells us how hot this is. Her pussy is so wet that my cock falls out with every thrust into her ass. I suggest we switch positions and push into her ass as Dave fucks her with that monster cock. I spank her with every thrust talking dirty to her which sends Dave off to cumming inside her. We collapse for a minute and Dave excuses himself to get a drink of water. We are all sweating profusely.
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I'm Mistral, and my husband Tim and I attended the most fabulous swingers party the previous weekend at our new friends' large manor house. We were filled with glee when they invited us back the following weekend for another cum-filled night of debauchery. They also suggested we bring some friends if we liked.
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Wendy felt panic surge through her stomach, excitement flooded her pussy, and her nipples perked up hard. "Wow, that is short notice. What happens if we don't like it?"
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Wendy said, "No, John, I did not say 'NO,' just what happens? When we fantasized about swinging, you said you would love to watch me in a group of men getting fucked by them all. Are you sure about that?"
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In reply to Wendy's question, John said, "Oh yes, while I am having the same with two girls, one on my face and one on my cock, I would love it! Babe, I am sure. How about you?"
Wendy gulped. The secret she had held in her head for so long was about to become real. "Let's do it. Let's go! Are you sure you won't feel jealous watching me come on some man's cock with another somewhere else inside me? I don't have a thing to wear. What do I need?"
John said, "The theme is An Officer and a Gentleman. I can go dressed as a USA Army General using my dad's old uniform. You wear your sexy red top and skirt. You know, the top that doesn't come all the way down, the skirt with the elastic waistband hanging low on you, and your suspenders and stockings. No thong, no bra. You will show off your pussy to her best. My cock is getting hard just thinking about it!"
Wendy replied, "I will be ready when you get home. Your dad's uniform will need a press, and I will prepare everything. See you at 6:00 tonight, darling."
Her hands were shaking when she replaced the receiver breathing shallowly and jerkily as the realization hit home that tonight it would happen! During the afternoon, she got John's clothes ready, checked her dress, found the right shoes, and laid it all out, ready for later. A long hot soak where she shaved her pussy bare using John's razor and made sure her legs and armpits were perfect.
Resting on the bed, she shuffled through the videos they kept hidden from guests and found her favorite, "Suzie's Gang Bang." A fast-action orgy video in which this girl gets fucked by five men altogether. Wendy often watched this and used her vibrator when John was away or working late. Sometimes when her cycle was at ovulation, her sex drive was limitless, and she would role-play watching the action.
The action on the screen hotted up as the men were penetrating Susie left, right, and center. A closeup on-screen of pussy open and dripping. A cock slid into it, wetting itself with her fluids. It slid out, rubbed against her tiny rosebud anus, and gently but firmly slid into opening her slowly. At the same time, another cock pushed into her pussy. Wendy loved this part and rolled onto her side, turned on the vibrator, and sunk it into her arse. Her fingers slid into her pussy, working gently to pleasure her clit. Her hips were thrusting back and forward faster and faster as her climax built. She reached down and switched on her biggest vibrator, a black cock that was as real as it gets. The vibrator was thrust inside her cunt, and she moaned and moaned herself into a massive climax.
Wendy relaxed, watched the movie, enjoyed the post-climactic euphoria, and gently played with her clit. In her mind, she watched the swingers' party unfold - couples fucking, girl-girl, MFM, and FMF at this imaginary party. Inside her head, she had been desperate to fulfill these needs, and it was finally coming true.
In the past, Wendy was often on the verge of saying to John, "Let's try swinging!" She always shrank away from the responsibility in case he rejected the reality. Fantasies are fine, but who knows what the reality will bring? After so many conversations about swinging, so many nearly made decisions, and all those fantasies that included imaginary swinging, they had chosen to go ahead. With an overwhelming certainty, she laid back, smiled, and said to herself, "Tonight, I will fuck a roomful of men. I hope I don't disappoint them; my clit is tingling with anticipation!"
Wendy switched on the vibrator, and her hands moved over her breasts, pinching her nipples and then down to her pussy. Her hips were rocking back and forth. She rolled the pillows up, tied the belt around, clipped the vibrator into the belt, and climbed on top, sinking the vibrator deep inside her pussy and working herself to another peak. She closed her eyes and started rocking harder and harder. Then, a voice penetrated the action, and John stood naked and erect in front of her. She blushed with embarrassment, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. It tasted slightly salty. He lasted about 10 seconds and then dumped the load down her throat, bringing her to a climax.
John smiled and gently rolled Wendy into his arms. "You looked fantastic when I walked in and found you fucking your brains out with your vibrator on top of those pillows. If I feel as proud of you at the party as I did then and how aroused it made me, I can't wait to watch you fuck the guys. Will you enjoy watching me and sharing my pleasure?"
"Oh yes," she said in her little girl's voice, "I will love watching you; maybe I can do a 69 with her and lick her pussy while you thrust in and out and feel your balls contract when you come inside her."
"Mmmmmm, I wonder if all the girls will be bi? I wonder if I could do a girly threesome? Mmmmmm, I wonder if I can get two men to come at the same time inside me. That would be fun too."
"Can I be your vixen tonight and play dirty?" John smiled and spoke softly, the care showing in his voice.
"Babe, we will have a fabulous time together and with other couples or whatever, don't be shy to try what you want, and feel able to say NO if you don't want. Above all, enjoy yourself, and pleasure comes first," she reminded him.
So back to the party! They gathered around a pool table, with the group laughing and joking about the action starting all around. Wendy looked at the two girls on the pool table with their legs over the shoulders of four guys who were licking and sucking nipples, pussies, and one man had her toes in his mouth, sucking them like a breastfeeding baby. Wendy started to pant. She could not get her breath. Her heart was racing, her knees buckled, and she began to shake. Tears flooded down her face. John cried, "What's up! What's up!"
Wendy sank against the woman beside her shaking uncontrollably. The girl instinctively put her arms around Wendy and held her close, supporting Wendy against herself.
"Sushhhhh baby, you are all right!" the woman cooed, "What is worrying you? You don't have to do any of this if you are afraid."
Wendy snuggled against the comforting figure, put her face against the warm, feminine neck, and nuzzled her cheek, kissing it gently. Her hand moved without command to the woman's breast, and she felt the nipple harden as she caressed it gently. The shaking was easing now, and Wendy felt a little bolder. She turned the woman's face towards her, looked into her eyes, and moved forward slowly, anticipating a gentle and subtle kiss. The tongue was not stiff and probing like a man's but gentle, enticing, and exciting. Wendy's free hand moved down to the woman's belly and softly caressed the feminine rounded shape moving slowly downwards to find that sweetly perfumed garden where a secret lotus stem was waiting to be stroked.
Hands caressed breasts and pussy. Now both girls turned on to each other. John watched, fascinated. He had never seen Wendy with another woman, and his cock raged hard inside his pants. As if in a dream, Wendy pushed the girl gently onto the pool table so her bottom was on edge. She bent down, opened her legs, put them on her shoulders, and snuggled her face between them, savoring the beautiful feminine smells and tastes. Gently opening up the inner lips with her tongue, finding her clit and teasing, teasing just off the edge, making her wait for the full pleasure. Female wetness was seeping all over Wendy's face as the girl was getting nearer and nearer to release.
A few minutes passed, and the girl pushed Wendy off, got onto the table, and said, "Get up here with me. We can pleasure each other now!"
Wendy climbed up, the shakes all gone now. Her pussy was soaking wet, and her breasts were tender with erect nipples and very sensitive. She lifted her skirt, revealing the stockings and suspenders without anything else. The two girls turned head to toe and started a frantic licking expedition to cunt heaven.
Wendy felt a body get up behind her and present a long stiff penis to her backside. The man tried gently to insert it in her cunt where the girl was licking hard; it slipped in and thrust a few times. The girl firmly grassed it and slid it up the crack between her buttocks, tickling her anus with the end. Wendy's whole valley was wet and slippery. The long thin cock nudged open her arse and gently snaked into her bottom.
Wendy's heart raced again; this was what she had dreamed of for months! What surprised her was that the cock inside her was giving almost more pleasure than having her pussy sucked. The combination was too great. A massive climax took over, and she nearly fainted with joy.
As she fell over the edge into an abyss of pleasure, the man behind speeded up, grunted, and sank deep inside her, flooding her back passage with his fluids. Wendy opened her eyes and looked up at John, who stood open-mouthed, watching her antics. He had a girl on her knees sucking his rigid cock, but his eyes were transfixed on Wendy. She smiled, blew him a kiss, and licked her lips covered in pussy juice from the girl beneath her. John shuddered and spent down the girl's throat pumping his hips in time with his spurts.
He gently pushed the girl to one side, staggered to Wendy with his pants down by his feet, and said, "Well, you are hot; I could not believe how sexy you are. I am so proud of you; better than my wildest dreams was that fantastic to watch."
Wendy thought to herself, "Why did I panic? This is fantastic, better than the fantasies we have. This is real sex."
A couple came up to them. The man smiled. "I am Tommy. This is Raquel, my wife. We just watched you and nearly came with you. Would you join us at the table for a foursome?"
Wendy reached down and felt his cock inside his pants. It was semi-hard and big. She turned to John and Raquel, "Let's get together. We can play here or in one of the smaller rooms with a nice bed?"
They entered the room together. Wendy pushed down her long skirt and flipped off her top. She was naked except for her stockings and suspenders. Raquel slipped out of her long ball gown, revealing a very firm 36's and a sweet little tight arse on top of a pair of legs to die for. She was near perfect. Tommy was muscular with a flat hard six-pack stomach and an erection starting to grow to full size as he gently stroked himself. John was naked in a flash, only half erect after his escapade down the other girl's throat. Wendy turned to Tommy, who scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the king-sized bed, his erect cock bouncing up and down as he stepped forward. Raquel reached out for John, smiled softly, and whispered, "Come and play with me and let me get you hard again. We will watch them while I regenerate your erection."
John looked down at her fair perfection, those soft curves all running down into the valley between her legs. A golden pussy fuzz glinted in the soft lights. He reached for her and pulled her towards him. A first gentle kiss, lips opened up, and tongues tenderly searched each other out, exploring each other. His hands held her back, then softly slid down over her buttocks, caressing that incredible apple shape of her bottom. She pulled him harder into her body.
As Raquel responded to the stimuli, her hand slid down to feel his penis, which was gently growing back to a man-size stiffness. Their kisses became more ardent, and deeper tongues were now demanding, not exploring. Hands moved over her body.
John broke off the long kiss and searched her neck with his lips and tongue. She shuddered, and he felt her open her legs and move into his body. She thrust her pubis against his leg and started to move up and down. He could feel the wetness spreading along his thigh. John had now reached her breast with his lips and was attacking her nipple, which was bone hard. Raquel started to pant and squirm harder against his leg.
Suddenly Raquel broke away and fell back onto the bed beside Tommy and Wendy's entwined bodies. Raquel reached up, and John dived onto her, gently landing without his weight on her. Raquel squirmed around so she was head-to-toe with him, with her on her back. Raquel reached up and grasped his nearly hard cock. She slipped her mouth over the head as she pulled back his tight foreskin and started to suck him to total hardness.
John's head was between her legs. His mouth opened up her secret garden exploring the sides and little creases. He could tell her clit was begging for attention, and he made her wait. He felt careful with his tongue and could feel the hardness and swelling around her clit, which was now erect like a mini penis. His tongue explored her depths and penetrated her cunt, where he would follow with his cock shortly. Raquel was getting agitated and frustrated. She wanted attention on her clit, so John moved his tongue down the crease between her legs out of her cunt and down to her anus. As it reached the little rosebud, she shuddered and thrust her hips against his face.
Raquel was working hard on making his cock whole again and hard enough to get inside her to ease that burning desire. She threw him over onto his back, climbed on top, grasped his penis in her hand, aimed for her inner lips, and squatted down with a satisfied sigh. John tried to thrust up against her downstrokes, and they found a comfortable rhythm that would gently build to a glorious climax.
Tommy knelt beside John and Raquel with Wendy's legs over his shoulders, thrusting energetically into her pussy. Wendy's bottom hardly touched the bed as his cock shuttled in and out of her dripping pussy. Raquel leaned over and kissed him hard on his mouth while her fingers searched for Wendy's cunt. Wendy pushed her hand out to John, grasped his face, and pulled it over for a kiss. As the four fucked into each other's partners, the respective partners smiled and kissed each other. Raquel started to whimper like a small cat. Her eyes rolled up as she reached her first climax, and her face distorted. A moan escaped her lips. "Fuck it harder! Fuck it, my cunt is exploding. Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Raquel collapsed in a heap on top of John. He rolled her off and crawled around to the other two. Tommy rolled Wendy off him, and she got onto all fours. John hit her from the rear straight into her cunt, deep and hard. She thrust back to meet him harder and faster. Tommy went for the face and slid his cock deep into her mouth, making her gag a little, setting a fast pace that could never last. Tommy grunted and exploded semen down her throat, pumping and pumping till he was spurting on empty. Wendy cried out and shuddered and shuddered as she lost it in a huge one. John followed a few thrusts later. With a sigh and a deep thrust, he unloaded inside Wendy.
The three untangled themselves. John lay on his side facing Tommy, and Raquel rested against him, her head using his hips as a pillow. Tommy and Wendy took up a similar position facing them. Wendy was fascinated with Tommy's penis, which had shrunk to a little wrinkled sausage. She played with it tenderly, remembering how hard and energetic it had just been. John was exploring Raquel's inner sanctuary in a lazy, tender way.
Raquel got up, poured four glasses of wine from a bottle on the side table, and brought them to the bed. They all sipped and chatted quietly, enjoying the aftermath of the passion. Wendy could feel a slippery liquid seeping out between her legs. She reflected on how wonderful the party had started and how much better real sex in a group was than watching and fantasizing.
Wendy said, "John, I need to use the bathroom. I will be back shortly. Will you wait here for me?"
"Of course, darling," he smiled and added. "Come back when you are ready!" She laughed and left the room.
Three girls and two men burst in a few minutes later, laughing and jostling each other. "Can we use the bed or join you if you haven't finished?" one girl asked. "Sure, get on and join us," John replied with a smile.
Each girl selected a mate and sidled up to him as bodies entwined and hands were everywhere. The scene changed from relaxed, easy caresses to hot passion. John was having trouble getting hard again so soon after the last session. One of the two guys noticed and put his head in his lap, sucking gently on his cock. The girls watched with rapt interest. John froze for a second. This had never happened before. Then he relaxed as he thought to himself Wendy does this to me all the time. I go down on her. She won't mind, so what's the problem? John laid back and started enjoying a new experience.
Wendy walked naked through the large room towards the lady's bathroom, passing groups and couples in all types of contortions. One threesome had a man on all fours, the girl on his back legs wrapped around the guy on top as he fucked vigorously. Her head was bobbing about like a broken rag doll. The whimpers coming from her showed she was in fuck heaven. Wendy passed them and smiled. She could not believe how many different positions were being displayed.
In the bathroom, a girl was sitting on the side where the washbasins were, legs wide open, washing out the fluids that had been pumped into her. She licked her fingers and said, "Yummy, don't you just love that salty taste? I just got too full after a big gangbang. I had eight inside me, one after the other. Some of the greedy buggers came back for seconds and thirds." Wendy asked, "How long did you do it for?" The girl said, "About an hour and a half. I am a bit sore now and need a rest to recover after coming so many times."
Wendy left the bathroom and wandered down a corridor from the large room. She heard sounds from a room; she stopped and looked in through the open door. Nine men were around this one girl who was being fucked from behind by one with another in her mouth, and a few were by her head. She had a cock in each hand, and the others were masturbating around her. The guy in her pussy speeded up and pulled out, rubbing himself furiously. He spurted all over her bottom. Another took his place and speared her without ceremony pushing in and out of her sweet little pussy. He inserted a finger up her bottom, and she wriggled and cried out, "Fuck my arse as well!"
The men pulled out and rolled her over. One climbed underneath. She sat on his cock and lay on his chest. Another pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her anus slightly open. He rubbed semen that had seeped from her pussy around her dark hole to ease his passage and penetrated her slowly. The other guys were in her mouth, between her breasts, anywhere they could get.
Wendy watched the action, fascinated. This was what she had dreamed of in every fantasy. One of the guys with nowhere to fuck noticed her standing by the door and came over and said, "Join us, lovely. We would love to satisfy your desires and fuck you senseless."
Wendy entered the room as if in a dream; her fantasy had finally come true. Three guys remained with the girl. The other six moved over to Wendy. She lay on her back, waiting for it to happen. A man's body leaned over her, his cock hard and erect, probing her face as he bent over her and probed her cunt with his tongue. She grasped that beautiful cock and sucked it to absolute hardness. Hands over her breasts, tongues in ears and around her neck, hands now everywhere. Her body had become one large erogenous zone. The tongue in her pussy was replaced with a very large cock which started slowly and stepped up as the rhythm became one for both.
For the next hour, Wendy felt cocks in all her parts, fluids being pumped and splashed. Each orgasm she experienced lifted her higher and higher until she lapsed into oblivion and was gently laid to rest, covered in semen and a little sore from the multiple entries. One vague recollection towards the end was of two cocks inside her pussy together, stretching her and giving her a final massive orgasm. Wendy drifted on the edge of exhaustion, languishing in the euphoria of her greatest fantasy, a gangbang. She lay there with semen dripping from her pussy, running down the crease between her legs. She fingered her anus softly, rubbing in the slippery cream to ease the soreness. She felt wonderful.
After half an hour, she got up and returned to the room where she had left John. She passed Mistral, Tim, Greg, and Susan on the way, heading upstairs. As they passed her, they smiled at her sticky legs and body, and one said, "You sure have had some fun, huh, Wendy?"
She arrived at the room and stepped inside. John was entwined with another girl, and a guy gently probed him while the girl tried to get him hard again. Wendy watched her man and smiled to herself. "Now he knows what it feels like to be fucked up the arse. Once used to the stretching, it is yummy."
Wendy called him, "Honey, will you shower and sauna with me? I need to clean up a bit?"
"OK, babe, let's get showered and find where Tim and Mistral are," John replied. "They did promise us a special time together, but I haven't seen them tonight."
Mistral took John to one side the next day at work and said, "I know you both enjoyed your first swinging party; sorry we never got together. Would you both like to join Susan, Greg, Tim, and me the weekend after next at our place for just a casual dinner and some fun?"
"Sure, we would not miss it!" John quickly replied. Mistral said, "Greg told me he saw Wendy walking past him in stockings and suspenders. He said she has a fabulous body, her cunt dripping down her legs, and he wants to fuck her after dinner. You can have Susan and me together if you fancy. It will be a hot night!" With a wide grin, John quickly shot back, "How about six all together in the sauna then?"
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By Mistral Wind
My husband, Tim, met a new prospective client the other day, and an hour appointment went on for another three hours. Then Tim returned to the office glowing with excitement. "Hey, Mistral, the new clients want the Full Monty and more from us!"
A few days later, I met Greg and Susan and found we had an immediate relationship with them both. Glen is a "go-getter" who has enormous energy and vision. He had just acquired three more companies and ran a group of four on a wide area network that needed our services. The questions flowed thick and fast at the meeting: "Can you do xxx for us? What about these services? How about getting the VPN up?" A gem of all clients had been discovered by accident through a conversation with a friend who put us together.
Greg is a tall, dark, very fit 45-year-old with boundless energy and a very sharp, intelligent mind with a wacky sense of humor. Susan is a Nicole Kidman look-alike, red blonde hair, 5'2", pert small breasts with really pink nipples, and the greatest tight little butt I have ever seen. Her hair was shoulder-length curly and shone like spun red gold. Some women you meet and like from day one. We liked the same food and wine and laughed about some of her office's young, horny, and frustrated studs.
Within three weeks of working almost every day with them both, a very positive relationship had started between us. I began to feel that Susan might be bi. She often sat close, and when we were going through my graphic designs, she would sometimes run her hand down my arm or touch my face gently when asking her searching questions. Her being a client, I was always careful not to respond in a sexual way just in case I had misread her. As the working days passed, the banter became more friendly and frank.
After a few dinners and lunches, we were invited to their place for a relaxing weekend after getting most of the projects specified and starting to build. Their income was high, so we expected a nice place when we drove up. It was spectacular!
Greg had said, "Well, it's a small mansion, built about 1795, Robert Adam style." Greg's idea of small contained seven bedrooms, a covered heated pool with a Sauna and Jacuzzi, and the garden had the cutest little Japanese Bonsai tree garden with a beautiful love seat.
When we arrived Friday late afternoon, we just had time to briefly chill out with them doing "the tour." We were shown many large elegant rooms alongside some small intimate settings that would suit a pair of lovers. We met Jonathon, Greg's 21-year-old son, who had just finished University and would take a year off to explore the world. Jon is into falconry in a big way and owns three Harris Hawks: Brody, Bandit, Blackthorn, and a Peregrine Falcon called Blade. I spent an hour chatting with Jon about his birds. I quickly realized the Harris Hawks were an intelligent community-minded group that would work together to hunt their prey.
Later that evening, Jon left to go to London for the weekend to be with his girl. When he left, he kissed Susan (stepmother), and to my eye, it lingered just a little too long. I raised my eyebrow, and she frankly stated, "Well, he is beautiful and half of my husband, so why not enjoy a younger version as well? Greg is pretty relaxed about it."
The air took on a sexual tension that made me feel a little uneasy as we made it a policy not to play with clients, and this has an overtone that could get difficult. Susan and I chilled out before dinner with a swim in the pool and a sauna to finish off. She dropped her bikini on the floor and sat naked in front of me, completely relaxed. Her legs rested on the opposite seat, slightly open, revealing a beautiful smooth snatch. Susan caught me looking and made a show of 'accidentally' allowing her legs to open even more. Watching her outer lips peel stickily apart, I was tempted to reach out and touch but remembered Tim's words: "Don't play with clients!" Susan seemed to sense my conundrum but seemed willing to let things ride where they were...for now.
Dinner passed pleasantly with a couple of bottles of red French Merlot. We all chatted intimately, getting close and closer together. Greg announced an early start as Tim was invited to hunt with Blade the Peregrine while we girls chilled out and enjoyed the morning. About midday, Greg and Tim returned empty-handed Greg said, "We are taking the hawks out. Several wild rabbits are around, which would be great for dinner tonight; grilled rabbit with bacon and garlic is yummy!"
Later the "hunters" returned with three rabbits for the table and a couple for the Harris Hawks. Tim was in awe of the birds and said: "Babe, you should see them hunt together. They would make great Marines. They are intelligent, work well together, and the kills are lightning-fast. No rabbit suffered."
"Time for a shower and a rest before we set up tonight," Tim suggested. So we slipped upstairs to our room and showered together. The shower was only big enough to get both inside and had a flexible pipe with a variable spray head. The naughty schoolboy in Tim surfaced, and he turned the shower onto pulse and started to work my breasts and nipples with the jet. I slid my soapy hands down onto his cock and worked it hard. Tim moved the shower between my legs, and I opened up for him. The jet started to bombard my clit. This was too much too quick, and I said, "Pack it up. That hurts."
Tim settled down onto his knees and softly kissed her better. She responded quickly, and I pushed his face deeper into my crotch. The outer lips were gently opened, and his tongue probed for the inner lips teasing around my clit. I got impatient and rocked my hips into his face forcing his tongue onto my clit, demanding his attention. My legs spread apart of their own accord, and a hand crept around, caressing my bottom and making the cleft tingle with anticipation. As my pussy heated up and the waves started to build, that other hand was around my anus, caressing and probing the pink rosebud.
As the first waves started to run through my body, a finger tickled and slid inside my arse. The orgasm exploding inside me was made more magnificent by the probing finger. The finger working deep in my bowel was enough to hit my "G" spot from the other passage. As I came down from the first shudders, the jet spray added its contribution, and I nearly passed out with pleasure. That brought on a multiple, and it kept coming and coming until I slumped against him.
Tim dried me off, picked me up, and gently laid me on the bed. He dried himself and leaned over me. His cock was still hard. I lazily reached up, pulled him into my mouth, and sucked and sucked, working around the helmet just under the rim. He did not take long as he wanted a cum as much as the sucking. It exploded into my mouth, and I slurped it down, leaving about half on my tongue. Tim collapsed on the bed beside me, and we kissed, sharing the salty fluid he had deposited. "You minx! You are supposed to swallow that!" teased Tim. I shot back: "You know it turns you on tasting semen, so stop complaining."
We both drifted into a deep sleep for a couple of hours. The house is very warm, so I put on a floaty dress and a white silk thong with a diamante glitter buckle at the back when I dressed. Tim smiled and said, "Babe, that does show off your bottom beautifully. I am enjoying their company. Susan has a great mind and body. What do you think of Greg?"
Dodging his question, I asked my own. "Would you want to be inside Susan's pussy?" I asked, "Does she have fuckability?"
"Oh yes, and more. But remember, this is not a swinging party; these are clients. We must be careful; a wrong move could mess things up big time."
"Susan sort of hit on me in the sauna by 'accidentally' showing me her pussy," I admitted. "It's smooth and beautiful, and I could tell she was very wet."
"Interesting," Tim said, "but it doesn't change the fact they are clients. Let's enjoy dinner. Come on; it must be time to go on down." I could tell, though, that my admission had hit home with Tim, and his stomach wouldn't be the only thing on his mind at dinner.
The rabbit was fabulous, and we slowly munched our way through the various courses. Coffee and brandy followed, and we retreated into a smaller intimate family room with sofas, large seats, scattered cushions on the floor, and a big fireplace with a bright fire in the grate. Susan found a DVD, "Eyes Wide Shut," with Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise. Tim commented, "You look just like her, Susan."
"She is a fine woman," Susan agreed. "I wish I had her bottom and her breasts. Watch the first scenes, and you get to see all of her. She is beautiful!"
The film was remarkable, and we all watched it enthralled during the sex party scene in the large country house. The men in masks and long dark cloaks, women in cloaks, and other women wearing just about nothing. Couples fucking all over the furniture, and one girl was being done resting on the back of another man. A girl in the corner was being fucked doggy on a coffee table. I started to get wet. The film was deep, and the sex was great, although never construed as a porn film, much too delicate for that category. My pussy was alive, so I couldn't wait to get Tim back upstairs later. The movie finished, and Susan said, "That was the hot scene at the party. Wouldn't you love to join in and be one of them!"
A careful silence was followed by Tim and me, which gained the retort from Susan. "You are swingers, aren't you? Otherwise, you would have said something about not sharing your wife!" I giggled, and Tim finally uncomfortably said: "Well, it takes all kinds of people with different attitudes to sex to make the world go around."
Susan got up and walked out of the room. After a few minutes, she returned with a small basket of condoms and a collection of exciting toys. Susan smiled at me and said, "Mistral, let's give the boys a show. Then I will fuck Tim to a standstill as long as you are OK about it and want Greg!"
"OK. I want to fuck Greg as much as he wants me. Same for you and Tim," was my husky reply. Suddenly, all the rules had gone out the window. Susan smiled and shrugged off her long dress, sliding it down to the floor, and she had nothing underneath. I got up and selected a toy from the basket, a rabbit dildo. I stepped out of my dress and knelt in front of Susan. She opened up her legs, and I switched on the vibrator, slid a finger inside a very wet slippery pussy, and pressed the toy to her clit.
"My, we have been thinking rude thoughts this evening, hmmm?" I chided her. Susan said, "Well, the DVD certainly opened up the conversation. I tried to interest you in the sauna, and I saw the fuck-me look in your eyes but then got ignored. How come?"
I ignored the question. "Get on the cushions. I want to open you right up and explore," I commanded. I worked slowly down Susan's body, tonguing every crevice. At the same time, the vibrator was held against her pussy without really trying to get inside. She rolled over onto her back, pulled me on top, slid off my thong, and peeled apart the lips of a very wet Mistral pussy. She arched her back to get her head between my legs, then slowly worked her tongue around my clit, just missing the most sensitive part: teasing, teasing! My head was between her legs sucking hard on her cunt, the vibrator discarded alongside us.
Susan tasted and smelt divine, a cunt to die for, and we gently and slowly worked each other to a beautiful girly climax. I slid her clit between my lips and sucked gently, giving it all the attention it could take. Her bottom started to thrash about, and a muffled cry came from her as she exploded and released a dribble of pussy juice onto my face. Strong hands lifted us apart, and Greg sat me down on his lap, legs facing him. He kissed me gently, opened my mouth with his tongue, and started to probe my soul with his penetrating tongue. When those two had shed their clothes, I don't know!
What I wanted was getting harder under my thigh and starting to poke up between my legs. My hand reached down and stroked the elegant cock, trying so hard to get inside me. Greg put on a condom and was ready for me. A thrust up then down onto it, and he was inside. I could not wait and would not wait. My hips thrust madly at him, exploring his cock and filling myself with pleasure. It must have only taken me 30 seconds to hit the first orgasm, and Greg was getting faster and faster until he exploded.
We kissed and looked over at Tim and Susan. They were in a 69 with Susan sucking Tim hard and working her two fingers inside his anus. His balls tightened, and he emptied himself inside her mouth. She got up, came over, and kissed me deeply, sharing the contents of her mouth with me. Susan returned to Tim and started gently sucking him back to hardness again. Greg was working my bottom with his tongue, firm strokes working into the most private and sensitive area a woman has. I pulled him up and kissed him deeply, and again he shared the semen from Susan's mouth.
Greg smiled and said, "OK, we all shared Tim. Would he enjoy sucking me?" I was a little unsure how Tim would react. Susan said, "He can't talk right now since his mouth is full of my pussy."
Greg lifted me off him and walked over to the other two, kissed Susan, and then leaned over and lightly bit Tim's nipple, who, for a straight guy, relaxed and did nothing. Greg slowly worked down his body and started to get near his groin. Susan got up and thrust her pussy back into his face. Tim hungrily lapped at her while Greg took Tim's cock into his mouth.
Tim started to push his hips at Greg, who was working the sensitive spots on his cock with expert reverence. I had never seen Tim with a man before, and it fascinated me to see how he responded to a man's attention. Tim gently pulled Greg around so they were 69 together and opened his mouth to get Greg's cock down his throat.
Susan had slid behind me and worked one of the toys into my pussy. A little finger was up my arse, and the big rabbit worked magic inside me. I watched, fascinated, while the two men ground their cocks into each other's mouths, sucking and mouth fucking together. I could reach Greg's anus from where I was crouching, and I slid a finger inside, feeling for his prostate. I found the firm nut I was after and massaged it, bringing him to a rapid spunk explosion. When he started, I worked the prostate harder, milking the orgasm to its absolute. Tim was greedily swallowing all that Greg could deliver. Tim's hips began to shudder as he succumbed to Greg's tongue and spurted his load down his throat.
The guys then got up and came over and kissed us. Greg pushed a quantity of spunk down my throat while Tim probed Susan's mouth. For the rest of the night, we moved upstairs to a large bedroom with a king-sized double that could sleep six without trouble. We swapped, we fucked, we cuddled and rested, then swapped, fucked, and cuddled some more, eventually falling asleep around 5 a.m.
I awoke around 7:00, needing a drink. As no one else was around, I walked naked downstairs to get some orange juice. Halfway down the stairs, Jon appeared with a smile and a naked girlfriend beside him. "Hello, we returned late last night and realized you guys were having fun."
Penny, Jon's girlfriend, said, "Come into this room. We had a camera in the large bedroom and watched you all together. What a turn-on!"
I followed them in with dread, not knowing what to expect. Jon said, "Don't look so worried. We enjoyed the performance and wanted to share some of it with you."
As I looked at the display, the threesome on the screen was waking up, and Susan was fondling both men. Penny said, "I often watch Greg and Susan's swinging parties here, and we fuck like bunnies while we watch. I enjoyed a threesome with Jon and his stepmother. What was Greg like? I haven't had him yet?" I just stood there, mouth open in shock, unable to speak.
Jon pushed me gently onto the bed and started caressing my body while Penny approached the other side. Jon gently sucked my nipples while Penny's tongue delicately explored my womanhood. "We want to fuck you properly, Mistral, but I know your pussy must be sore from last night, so we'll stick with our tongues this time, OK?"
After a few minutes of light sex, Penny said, "We better slip away quietly as we are not supposed to be here. Are you two coming to next weekend's party?" The feeling of this beautiful young feminine creature's tongue still fresh on my mind, I shot back, "You bet. If we are invited."
"Oh, I expect you shall be," Penny smiled. She gazed into my eyes, dropped her hand between her legs, and worked a finger deep into herself. "Until next time...," she said, trailing her finger, wet with her secretions and Jon's cum, stickily across my cheek before resting it on my lips. An invitation which I readily obliged by opening my mouth. Her long finger worked around my tongue, gifting me the taste of her and her lover.
I slipped upstairs and joined the frolicking three on the bed for more and more of what my body desired. Eventually, we fell asleep again and woke around 3 p.m. feeling completely satisfied and sexually drained. A shower and a good cleanup refreshed my body and spirit. Tim and I were due to leave soon, and Susan came to me and said, "You must come to our next weekend party. Please say yes. If you like, bring some friends that will enjoy what you two have this weekend. There is so much more I want to do with you and Tim. We have had a fantastic time."
On the way home, Tim said solemnly: "You realize that the weekend could have gone dreadfully wrong if it was a trap. We were caught out, well nearly!"
The following weekend swinger party is another edition of this story…
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By Mistral Wind
Today is the date of Greg and Susan's party. After that fabulous swinging weekend we spent with them, I could not wait for tonight. I recalled Greg, that lean, tall, fit man, and his energy and sense of humor. He could look into my eyes and show his lust and wanting to fuck me there and then. Susan had a thing for Tim, who always loved bubbly red-blondes. They gravitated to each other, and I never felt threatened since I knew it was just sex and passion that was the draw.
Susan and I are bi; we enjoyed getting together. There is nothing finer for an aroused woman than to go down on a beautiful pussy belonging to a girlfriend you fancy. Susan has a distinct scent, smell, and taste that I adore. I loved how the wetness spread so quickly, and her clit became a hard lump just above the inner lips.
Anticipating tonight was making me wet. My slit was sensitive and needy, so I felt between my legs while working on my PC. Clitty was jumpy; she wanted to have some attention right away. It was lunchtime, and I was alone in an empty office, so I slid my thong to one side and slowly worked a finger around my love button. My bottom slid around the chair while I got hotter and hotter. I closed my eyes to imagine Greg had just slid that wonderful cock deep inside me and was starting to move in and out slowly. Two fingers, then three fingers, then four fingers. I was crashing about on the seat, nearly ready to explode.
Just then, I heard a commotion up front. Damnit, I had let time slip away from me! The guys were coming back from lunch now, so there was no finishing what I had started. My pussy cried tears at that. This I knew because when I went for my mid-afternoon wee, my poor panties were so wet I just took them off and stuffed them in my purse.
I finished work early and sped home for a shower and a shave. I was hot to trot tonight, and Tim said he would follow later, and we would leave at 5:00 to get there about 7:00 p.m.
In the shower, I shaved my pussy bare. Rubbing some moisturizer in afterward, my lovely kitty started to tingle again. I gently fingered myself and twisted my nipple when I heard the bathroom door open. Tim walked in all smiles and shed his clothes as fast as he could. That cock was semi-hard, and he was still sweaty from the day. I knelt, sucked the strong-tasting male penis into my mouth, and worked him hard. He grabbed my hair a little roughly, pulling me up. I jumped and locked my legs around his waist, and that gorgeous cock slid in. My weight drove it deep, pushing hard against my cervix. In my state of mind, the pain reminded me I was a woman and had what all women wanted, a hard cock filling her pussy deep.
Tim came quite quickly. The surprise of finding me in the shower playing with myself must have got him horny. To make up for leaving me high and dry, he knelt before me and licked me silly. Another orgasm crashed through me when he used his fingers to spread my lips, opening my hole and dumping his freshly-deposited semen right onto his tongue. We finished the shower and dived into bed for a rest before the fun started.
The theme for the party was "An Officer or a Gentleman." Tim had borrowed his friend's old uniform. He looked stunning. I sorted through the shortlist of clothes and chose a long floaty blue silk summer dress I bought in India. It was the color of a fine Ceylon Sapphire, that deep rich blue. I thought to wear absolutely nothing underneath this time as we were planning serious sex tonight. The only drawback is if I get very wet and sit down, you can tell from behind. I had been in a high state of arousal all day, so I put on a micro thong to keep me tidy until we shed all at the party.
In the car, we were quiet, savoring the expectation of a wild and sexy night together with our friends. Tim turned into the drive and slowly approached the house. It looked magnificent, all the outside lights on and music booming from inside. This is going to be some party!
Greg and Susan welcomed us with a drink and a big kiss. As Greg swept me into his arms, a hand gently probed the crack of my bottom through the dress. Susan laughed and said, "Greg has had a hard-on all day thinking about you, Mistral." I broke free and moved to one side to hug Susan and discretely slid my hand down her waistband to a bare pussy, which was very wet with anticipation. "You have been thinking about Tim inside you! You randy cow!" We laughed and joined the men.
Jon, Greg's son, was standing in the foyer with Penny, his girlfriend. They came up to greet us, and it was kisses all around again. I looked into the main reception room. Standing in the center was a man about 6' 5" inches wearing a Hussars uniform complete with his saber. I loved the tight white trousers with a good bulge. What a fit stud. Mmmmm, I will have him tonight. Men in various uniforms were all around the room, making me horny. Jon whisked me into another room, where a young rock band was playing. I cuddled up to Jon, and we danced at about one-tenth the pace the music was running.
The party had started with a strange expectant air about it. The elegantly dressed were flirting and dancing, but nothing was kicking off. An hour passed, more champagne was drunk, and the noise level rose but still no wild sex party. What was happening? By now, we must have had 25 to 30 couples arrive and were mingling politely. Susan and Greg stood at the top of their beautiful winding staircase and called down to all. "Tonight, we have an "Officer and a Gentleman" as our theme. The ladies will be their treasures and must be won by a wager or being lucky in cards or on the upstairs casino tables! Follow us and be ready to play!"
Everyone trooped elegantly up the stairs into the large casino, where roulette, poker, dice, pool, and blackjack tables were waiting. The women accompanied their men, sitting demurely beside them. I looked at one of the roulette tables, then realized that it was at least three times the size of a typical roulette wheel without a center pillar. A blonde with enormous tits falling out of her low front scrambled up onto the table onto her back and spread herself wide open. Her man sporting a naval uniform, called out, "Last bets, please, whoever ends up opposite her cunt wins her!"
She spun around a few laps, giggling, allowing her legs to open, exposing a delicious unshaven pussy. The wheel stopped opposite a Colonel. He was dark, almost Greek or Spanish, slim as a rake, and tall. His partner was dark, velvety skin and plump but shapely. He approached the girl on the wheel and gently pulled her to the table's edge. He nuzzled his mouth between her open legs, and his tongue started working instantly, flicking at her clit. She pulled her nipples and moaned gently, then sank back onto the table, abandoning herself to the pleasure. He opened her up and rested her legs on his shoulders, making her arch her back. A finger slid into the crease of her bottom and fingered her rosebud anus. His tongue followed, and she jerked in shock and pleasure when he licked her anus hard. "Rude basted, like it dirty, do you?" she sighed, "make me cum, then fuck me up my arse!"
Colonel's partner watched intently, one hand inside her waistband, feeling a wet pussy heat up quickly. She started pulling open her man's uniform, exposing a hard chest. Then, out came 9 inches of circumcised heaven, which was getting harder by the second. Colonel's partner, Mandy, pushed the front of her dress down, exposing two magnificent breasts with the biggest nipples I had ever seen. They must have been a 42 DD but were firm and bouncy, natural, not a silicon job; I was dying to get my hands on them!
The naval man was round in a flash and scooped her into his arms. She smiled and threw her head back, laughing as he was diving into her breasts, slurping around those incredible nipples, making them very wet and slippery. A hand scooped up her skirt, exposing a naked rear end that was shapely but buxom. Mandy was a size 16, very firm and voluptuous, with fantastic velvet cream skin. Her pussy was framed in the most beautiful carrot-red hair, matching her head.
Naval manhandled her pussy, pulling apart the outer lips and exposing a wet slit that was deep red from her arousal. The clit was like a mini penis standing up tall and proud. A thumb brushed the knob, and she shuddered, thrusting hard against his hand. The busty blonde was now on her yummy bottom over the edge of the roulette table with Colonel fucking hard into her arse. She moaned and thrashed into her second orgasm as he pushed in deep, shuddering as he pumped her full of his fluid, and they collapsed onto the floor together. As he pulled out, she bent over and sucked him clean, licking off her pussy juice and spunk with relish.
The naval man (Colin) was now getting Mandy's full attention as she was on her knees, sucking hard on his penis. At the same time, she fingered herself, blatantly masturbating in front of the horny men around the table. Tim looked again and said, "What an arse she has. I will fuck her senseless right now, bet or no bet!"
He came up behind her, dropped his pants, and, stroking his rock-hard cock, slid it into a squelching dripping cunt. Mandy giggled and thrust back, unaware of who was inside her. Lust had taken over, and sexual gratification was needed.
I watched and walked over to Colin and pushed him back quite hard. He fell back with Mandy still attached to his cock and Tim inside Mandy. I squatted down onto his face, and he licked frantically at my slit. I opened the outer lips and slid my crack up and down his face in time to the licking. His tongue was murdering my clit, driving me over the edge.
Strong hands lifted me off Colin and turned me around so I faced his feet. He plopped me back down onto Colin's face and bent forward, exposing my cunt. A huge cock probed my crack a second later, trying to negotiate the opening, and I reached behind and pushed it inside me. He thrust hard and slammed into my cervix. I gasped with the stab of pain, and then it slid deep into my body. I loved the penetration, hard and rough, demanding and desiring me.
We rocked together, speeding up. After about 30 seconds, he clutched my breasts, pulled me back into him, and emptied a tremendous amount of semen into my rampant pussy. He pulled out before he had finished pumping me full, and the dribbling end was into Colin's open mouth. Colin sucked him clean. I was lying almost on Mandy's back, and Tim was still thrusting into her. With a grimace, he pulled out and leaned over her, splashing semen all over her back. I reached forward and scooped it up, rubbing it into my face and tongue. I love the salty taste of a good man!
We all laughingly untangled ourselves. Tim and I shed all our clothes and left them in a bundle by the table. By now, the gambling had stopped, and couples were fucking frantically in groups. I looked down at Tim's cock, which was quite red from its exertions.
"She was surprisingly tight for such a big bouncy arse and really could use her pelvic floor to wank me off inside her. Delicious!" an enthused Tim exclaimed.
We settled down on the floor. Tim turned me around to stroke my back and gently ran his tongue down my tummy. I pushed my head into his lap by turning into a head-to-toe position. His hands were gentle and caring, the love flowed through his fingers, and he started to work his cock into my mouth. I could taste Mandy's female juices mixed with salty semen. He was less than half-hard, but I felt his cock perk up with pleasure. Tim opened my legs and probed gently into the perfumed garden with his tongue. The gentle, loving way was turning me on more than ever. We worked together gently, savoring the feelings and taking time to pleasure each other. Like a couple of teenagers in a parked automobile, we smooched, cuddled, and 69'd.
Tim was returning to full hardness and was thrusting into my face with passion while rubbing my clit silly with his tongue and fingering my anus. A finger up my cunt, tongue on my clit, then another finger pushed deep inside my bottom. A thought flashed into my head. Could I take two cocks up my arse and one in my pussy? Maybe tonight is the night to try! I have often had one in each hole, which is yummy!
I felt Tim about to unload again and squeezed firmly on his testicles to stop the ejaculation. He winced a bit as I was too rough, making him wilt just a little. To make it up to him, I slid my fingers between the crack of his bottom and penetrated his anus. Feeling deep inside, I found his prostate. Massaging gently, his penis stiffened and pumped my mouth full again. I followed him over the edge a second later. My cunt gushed a mixture of pussy juice and semen into his face as I orgasmed.
"Fancy a sauna?" Tim asked kindly. "Yes, and a swim," I replied. "I am refreshing my body so I can really get the night on!"
We strolled into a very crowded sauna. I don't know how couples have the energy to fuck hard in these temperatures. They were spread all over on towels as the floor was far too hot, and all the benches were full. We found a small corner away from the groups and chilled out for a while, savoring the frantic hot action around us. Greg and Susan appeared from a corner dripping with sweat. Greg called, "Let's get a swim and cool down. You two coming?"
I was over there in a flash. Susan had small bite marks on her breasts and thighs, and she saw me looking and smiled. "I tried some S&M tonight, yummy. The pain made for a wonderful hard fuck and a massive cum. The only problem is I can't swim naked with the family when they come next week without answering a load of questions!"
"Was it a couple of men that did that?" I asked. "Two girls," Susan replied. "One had an enormous strap-on with a vibrator inside, so my cunt is as sore as my arse. I need Tim's sweet cock to spunk inside and cool me down."
The four of us slipped into the cool pool and glided naked through the water, splashing and laughing as we played like seals - no heavy sex this time, just playing fun between friends. I grabbed Tim's wrist and squinted at his Rolex; 1:55 a.m. It had been a heavy night. I glided over to Greg and cuddled onto his lap in the cool water, straddling him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and facing him. Greg turned to face Tim and Susan, who were mingling, entwining arms, legs, and bodies. Greg said softly into my ear, "Watch them. They are very close and have an affinity together. Do you think we should worry?"
"Jealousy, Greg?" I scolded. "That's not like you. I know Tim fancies Susan like mad and lusts after her. Yes, they are in lust, but not in love. I know Susan loves you to bits and Tim likewise to me. I don't ever worry about Tim. Sex is fun. Swinging is fun sex with your friends fulfilling all your fantasies."
"So I am worrying for nothing as Susan went hell for leather tonight?" Greg came back.
"Yes, you lovely man, I explained. "Her soul and her pussy belong to you and you alone. She loves to fuck Tim but loves you totally. Now, take me upstairs to bed and fuck me to sleep. Bring Susan and Tim with us so we can all sleep together in that marvelous massive bed, wake up in the middle of the night, fuck again, then sleep again. That is what I want now."
During the night, I remember waking with a tongue on my pussy, a cock in my mouth, a cock inside my pussy, and female hands all over my body. Paradise does not come any better! Breakfast was postponed until 12:30 the next day. We all ate with lusty appetites while chattering about what next weekend's swinger party would be like!
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By couplers
From what is posted and discussed here, probably the second most frequent rule couples have in swinging is "no anal." Some do not give an explanation, other say it is special and saved for just between themselves. Why is that?
Considering anal sex as something sacred seems contrary to what girls said and did growing up. For girls in my junior high and high school letting a guy put his dick in your bum and cum was considered "third base" stuff, like oral. The reasons some girls did anal was because they either didn't like oral at all or didn't like a guy cumming in their mouth, a few girls liked it because they were able to orgasm that way, and some because their bf just wanted it. It also had the advantage of being a means of contraception at an age when getting on birth control was not easy.
To hubby and me anal is nothing special; in fact, I have never done it with him. I have done it with other guys because they asked, but the only time it gets me even close to orgasm is when the guy in my bum is also playing with my clit. The after effects are that Mr. Anal Man keeps the antibacterial soap companies secure in business, I need another fresh guy (that is my hubby) to give me vaginal sex so I can cum, and there is that frothy mix squishing out. (Yes, it was what happened last night that got me to thinking.) So to us it is the most detached and least special of sex acts.
Your thoughts.
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