Of course we showed up in pajamas. There is nothing unusual about a man’s pajamas, yet Lynn was in a terrible quandary. She wanted to wear something that looked elegant but not overly sexy. She went shopping on Thursday and picked out a pink dot cotton nighty from Victoria’s Secret. She looked fabulous in it.
I was wrong about men’s sleepwear. Doug wore a Gregg Home mesh brief that looked more like a thong and hid nothing. Christy was dressed to the hilt as sleep-ware goes. She wore a black babydoll nighty with a lace transparent robe revealing her entire luscious body. There was nothing mysterious about what Doug and Christy had in mind for the evening. We were totally embarrassed. We felt out of place with our clothing and were speechless.
“Cat got your tongue, Curt?” Christy chirped. “Oh Lynn, you look so lovely tonight,” she added. “Let’s have a drink and relax.”
Doug chimed in and said, “We hope you’re okay with our attire. We don’t get many occasions to wear these. We had so much fun at your place, it just seems right.”
“Yeah, Doug. You two look great,” I replied.
“Okay, then. Let’s take our glasses out to the pool. We catered a buffet so take whatever you want when you want it. It’s all about casual living.”
The buffet was fabulous. It was a gourmet feast along side of an Olympic size swimming pool.
After several drinks and numerous trips to the buffet table, Christy said, “Time for a dip in the pool. Don’t worry about suits. We prefer skinny dipping. Feel free to join us.
We watched as Christy pealed off her nighty. What was underneath was like looking at a Penthouse centerfold. She looked so perfect. I would have thought she was airbrushed before we arrived. The fullness of her breasts were accented by the glow of a full moon. Her skin was like satin and her shaved pussy was slightly swollen giving it a hint of a libidinous goddess. I was still in my pajamas, but the tent rising between my legs made it obvious that I was hopelessly aroused.
There was no secret about Doug. We had already seen his equipment. I had to think Lynn was feeling a bit stimulated herself.
After they slipped into the water, I asked Lynn, “So what do you think? Shall we join them, my dear?”
She sipped her wine and thought. Finally she said, “From the looks of it, you’re pretty horny so why not. We’re pretty attractive ourselves with nothing to hide. Let’s give it a try.
So her cotton nightgown was removed and my ordinary looking blue PJ’s lay on the poolside chaise lounge. The four of us were stark naked in the pool.
For awhile, we played in the water like a bunch of kids at summer camp. Christy bounced on the diving board accentuating her breasts as they flopped with each leap. Then splash and she came up like a dolphin. Doug would come next to her and playfully cup her breasts. Although I couldn’t see her hands, I swear they were caressing his cock.
When it was time to snack again at the buffet, Doug was fully erect and I wasn’t far behind. “Oh my,” Christy said, “You boys need a woman’s touch tonight,” and she came over to me to give me a loving pat on my erect cock.
More wine and some teasing left us completely relaxed about our nudity in front of near strangers. Christy asked Lynn to join her inside because she wanted to show her something. Actually, she wanted to engage in girl talk. While they were talking inside, Doug said, “Look, Curt, maybe Christy and I were overly ambitious about tonight. The truth is we are mesmerized by both of you. Christy and I just couldn’t stop talking about the other night at your place, and how much more fun it would be for a more intimate arrangement together. We only hoped you wouldn’t be offended and might feel the same.
“I don’t know, Doug. I really think it is exactly what Lynn and I have been looking for, but I can’t say how she’s feeling about it.”
As it turned out, the ladies’ chitchat inside was very much the same as ours. When they rejoined us, Christy said, “Doug, let’s take another dip.”
Lynn just sat in front of me looking beautiful, sexy and stunned. “What do we do now, Curt?” she asked.
“How do you feel about fucking Doug. I sure wouldn’t say no to Christy.”
“Gee, Curt, I haven’t been with another man since college.”
“Yeah, I’ve only been with you all these years. To be honest, my heart is beating wildly just like in college when I thought about fucking you for the first time. How are you?”
“I really don’t want to admit it, Curt, but pretty much the same. I’ve been admiring Doug’s cock all evening. and it’s really turned me on.”
“Well, I suggest we do it and if things don’t work out, that will be the end of it.”
“Okay but I’ll be insanely jealous,” she said without looking at me.
“Me too.”
When Christy and Doug returned from the pool, Doug looked at us and asked, “So what do you two think?”
This time Lynn answered. “Let the fun begin.”
The four of us agreed to leave our doors opened in case something unexpected arose. Doug took Lynn to their guest room. Christy and I took the master bedroom. It’s funny about having sex with someone new after ten years of marriage. It’s like starting all over, even like sex in high school when we had no idea how to please a girl. I know what Lynn likes. Being with Christy was trial and error. However, the difference between now and high school, Christie was happy to tell me what she wanted. I think she was wet before we even got on the bed. She adored having her clit sucked until it was erect, so it could touch my cock when I plunged into her pussy.
She liked the doggie position and kept saying, “Ride me, ride me hard cowboy.”
The sounds coming from the other room weren’t much different. My wife was screaming dirty words, most of which she had never used before. There were some words that I recognized from when she had an orgasm. She yells, “Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck,” and we heard plenty of that from the guest room.
Meanwhile, Christie said she had tried anal only once, but Doug was much too big. It hurt so much they never tried it again. “Curt, do you want to do me anal?” she whispered.
“Only if you’re okay with it.”
I wanna see what my girlfriends are talking about. They said they have the most intense orgasm when a man cums up their ass.
So she got out the lube and I finger fucked her butt hole until she said, “I’m ready.” Surprisingly, penetrating her anus was much easier than I had imagined. She was tight, of course, and gave out a little yelp when I drove my cock deep into her bowels. When it was clear she wasn’t feeling pain, I thrust into her with the passion of a teenage boy and didn’t stop until a massive ejaculation filled her rectum. That’s when she screamed, “Good God in heaven. Lord almighty don’t pull out.”
I did as she said until my dick softened and retreated like a turtle pulling in it’s head. I also said a private prayer of thanks. Fucking is good. Fucking a friend’s wife is better.
“Hey,” Christy whispered. Let’s go see what the other couple is doing. We quietly snuck into the doorway of the guest bedroom watching as Doug drilled my lovely wife. She was in a trance unable to realize we were watching. Doug saw us, not caring that we were there. He wasn’t rough with her, but drove his mammoth love pole into my wife’s pussy with determination and energy. I actually enjoyed the scene, especially his immense balls slapping at her ass with each thrust.
Finally in the middle of Lynn’s, “Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck,” he stopped thrusting and unloaded. Christy and I looked at each other in amazement. With his cock only partially showing, we watched as thick fluid gushed out of Lynn’s cunt and slid over his dick like lava flowing down a mountainside. It was followed by a torrent of flowing juices when at last he pulled out.
“God,” Christy said to me as we walked back to the bedroom, “He hasn’t cum like that since we were first married. I’m so horny now, I need a good fuck. Let me clean you up, and we’ll go at it again. Okay?”
“Sounds good,” I said on the way to the bathroom.
We jumped in the shower and after soaping up and rinsing, she gave me a short blowjob just to get me hard and ready for round two.
In round two she had a few tricks in mind. First, she took out her nipple and clit pump. She showed me how to attach it and wanted to start with her clit. When her clit was enlarged like a miniature penis, she attached the nipple pumps. After it was turned on, she said, “You’re my bull. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
I actually felt her engorged clit on my cock when I plowed into her sopping wet cunt. She squealed like a pig with each thrust. I was in no hurry to cum. I thrashed away into her love tunnel. She adored the ride. When I pulled the pump from her nipples, they were like big purple red plums. I licked and sucked on them and kept working my cock in and out of her slippery twat. She was easy to please, humping harder with each of her orgasms. Suddenly she stopped me. “Pull out, Curt. Hurry. I don’t want you to cum until you tie me up.”
Christy grabbed a spreader bar and showed me how to attach it to her ankles. She had me bind her wrists over her head to the bed. She had a gag ball fitted in her mouth and around the back of her head. Finally, she had me use an Hitachi Magic Wand on her clit. She had it turned up to a point where her screams were only muffled by the gag ball. When she had enough, she wanted to be fucked like she was my sex slave. I obliged. What an amazing slut this woman turned out to be.
Needless to say, I came like an African Bull Elephant. Christy wanted more but sleep overtook me. I awoke at four in the morning and saw Christy was still bound and sleeping peacefully. I unleashed her restraints. She opened her eyes and said, “I need you inside me again, Curt. She sucked my cock until I was properly firm, then she pounced on my dick from above. She rode me cowgirl enjoying multiple orgasms. I had never before been with a woman that had orgasms so easily and so often.
I thought I had nothing left and would never cum, even though she kept pleading for me to fill her with my seed. She continued bouncing on my dick imploring me to squirt my love juices into her. She was so fucking wet giving me an endless satisfaction almost as good as the happy ending.
Time is an odd measure of sexual pleasure. It took a long time before I finally released what remained from our earlier workouts.
She said, “Oh thank you Curt. I love morning sex and you were so considerate holding back until I got the satisfaction I needed.” Then she gave me a loving kiss.
It was the sunrise that woke us later for a second time and Doug and Lynn were already at the breakfast table. “Did you two have a restful evening?” he joked. No one said a word after that. We left for home after breakfast without saying a word to each other in the car. It was only late in the afternoon that Lynn broke the silence and asked, “So does this make us swingers?”
Apparently,” was my weak reply.
“Would you do it again?” she asked.
“Maybe. It depends on you.”
“Well, it sure was exciting.
“True. So you liked it.”
She searched for an answer. “I came at least a dozen times and made him cum in me three times. What’s there not to like?”
At that, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I threw her on the bed ripping off her clothes. I had no time to undress. I lowered my pants to my knees and plowed into her pussy until I erupted. It was so great to see my darling’s creampie and this time it was mine. That was only the first of several times that I creamed her that night. We fucked until midnight , and it seemed we were back to the old days.
The trouble was we both kept thinking about Doug and Christy. We hadn’t heard from them for over two weeks. Then I got a call at the office. My secretary said, “A mister Doug Summers is on the phone. Do you want to take it?”
“Sure, put him on.”
“Hello Curt. Doug here. I thought I’d give you a call. We haven’t gotten together lately. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, Doug. It’s good to hear from you. What’s up?”
“We’re having a key party on Saturday night and Christy and I want you to join us.”
“A Tea Party? I didn’t know you were politically connected.”
Doug laughed and said, “No, its a key party, the thing you open a lock with.”
“Sorry. What’s a key party?”
“It’s very simple. All the men put their house key in a hat and the women take one without looking. She goes home with the man who owns the key.”
“Oh my God, Doug. What a great idea. How many couples will be there?”
“There are three married couples and one couple living together who have committed. There would be five if you and Lynn come.”
“Well, I can’t say for sure. I’m interested, but I need to talk to Lynn . She might not be so enthusiastic about it.”
“Look, Curt, I got a call from Christy this morning, and it seems she met Lynn at the supermarket. Christy invited her, so Lynn knows the details. Apparently, she was noncommittal like you. Get back to us by Friday morning.”
“Okay, will do. Thanks for calling.”
“My mind was spinning with anticipation when I got home to discuss the party with Lynn . I decided to say nothing and wait for her to bring up the subject first.”
At dinner I asked, “How was your day? Anything special happen?”
“Not really, just shopping. Oh I ran into Christy Summers at the supermarket.”
“Really? What did she have to say?”
“Not much but she invited us to a party on Saturday.”
“Really? Was she suggesting another swinger get together?”
“Not exactly but something like it.”
“What do you mean?” I slyly inquired.
“She called it a key party where the men put house keys in a hat. The wives pull out a key and go home with the man who owns the key.”
“Ah, very creative. Sounds exciting,” I said.
“Really dear?” she replied nervously.
“I don’t know. It sounds exciting to me. We had fun the last time we were with Doug and Christy.”
“Yes, but this isn’t just with the Summers. There are four or five couples, They will be complete strangers to us except for Christy and Doug.”
“Well, that makes it all the more exciting, don’t you think?”
“Exciting yes, but I don’t want to be some guys whore.”
I laughed and said, “Most women find it pretty damn stimulating pretending to be a whore.”
“Are you saying you want your wife to be a slut whore?”
“That’s not what I am saying.”
We argued in that way for a few minutes until I said, “We need to make a decision and let the Summers know by Friday.”
“Oh, so you already knew about the key party.”
“Yes, Doug called me at the office this morning. Let’s get this straight. Two weeks ago we fucked our brains out at their place. When we got home the next day, we fucked like rabbits. Neither of us felt anything but satisfaction and neither of us felt guilty. Our sex life is more gratifying and we are happy. I think we owe it to ourselves to continue exploring our sexuality.”
“Oh honey, you are always so persuasive. You make me feel as if it was my idea. You’re probably right. I’ll call Christy in the morning.”
The Summers made it clear that the wives were to wear something sexy and the husbands needed to bring a house key with their initials printed on it. The time was set for 8:30 . Christy said that the guests were people they have known over the years. Some were golf friends and one couple was from the church seminar. The first two hours would be spent as a cocktail party giving everyone a chance to get acquainted. The drawing would be at 10:30 . Everyone would go home at eleven. And one last thing, the men were going bareback so all wives must be on birth control. As Doug put it, “This is not a breeding weekend.”
The night of the party, Lynn was nervous. Her anxiety didn’t keep her from being preoccupied with her looks. Lynn had been out shopping again looking for apparel that matched the event. She might of overpaid but the results were stunning. She wore a low cut v-neck halter top in red with a schoolgirl skirt in plaid. The skirt hardly covered her ass, The top was overly generous with cleavage. She wore no bra or panties. Her shoes were five inch stiletto heels, also red.
As her justification, Lynn said, “What the hell. I’m going to get fucked by a stranger tonight, so I might as well look like a common street whore.
I said, “Shit. I sure hope you get my key. You are so fucking hot. I could fuck you right here on the living room floor.
“Darling, I hope I get your key too.”
We were a little late to the party. The other four couples had already arrived. As hosts, Doug and Christy introduced everyone when we arrived. One couple we knew. We had met them at the church couples seminar. They were middle age, around fortyish. The other two couples were complete strangers to us. The black couple looked to be in their early thirties and he was a golf buddy of Doug’s. His wife was an actress. The final couple was the most surprising. They looked like teenagers. They had met Doug and Christy last year at a Christmas party.
We spent the next two hours mingling. Lynn attracted lots of attention. I left her to enjoy her many admirers. I talked a little with Bernie’s wife. She said Bernie was Doug’s golf partner, and they had played on the same football team in college.
I finally met up with Tammy who looked to be sixteen but was actually twenty. She was tiny, maybe five feet three. She had a pixie haircut and deep blue eyes. She and Fred had been living together for over six months, but it was on the condition that it would be an open relationship. Tammy came right out and said she loved sex.
The drinks had the desired affect. It loosened our tongues. The conversations turned to sex. Things like, “What’s you favorite position?” and “What was the most daring place you had sex?” circulated the room. Finally at exactly ten thirty, Christy rang a bell and said it was time for the gentlemen to toss a key in the hat. Christy reminded the men to label their key.
With that done, the women stood in a circle with Christy in the middle. Doug put a small blindfold on her and twirled her around. She then held the hat above her head while walking toward one of the women. It was Carly from the church group that was first.
“Who’s mister FD?” she asked.
It was Fred Delaney the young man who was living with Tammy. Everyone applauded. The age difference made for an interesting couple.
Carly left the circle and Doug spun his wife around again. This time it was Bernie’s wife, the actress, who chose the second key. She looked at the key and said, “It’s says DS so that must be you Doug.” Again everyone clapped and whistled their approval.
Three women were left to reach into the hat, Tammy, Lynn and Christy. This made it a good chance that Lynn would choose me. It didn’t turn out that way. Lynn would go home with Bernie. Christy got the last key and it was with Terry, who they had met at the seminar.
On the way to my place, I asked her how she met Doug and Christy.
She said it was Doug she met at last year’s Christmas party at church. They were having a friendly conversation during the party when she mentioned that she was in an open relationship with Freddy. “One thing led to another and Doug took me out to the parking lot to his Mercedes. In the back seat, he fucked my brains out. Geez, the guy has a monster cock and cums like a stallion. When I climaxed, I yelled so loud I thought it would wake up the baby Jesus. Anyway, after we finished, we snuck back in the church while everyone was singing Christmas songs. I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs and was terrified that someone might see it. I tried to soak it up with my panties. Finally, I had to excuse myself and head to the john to clean up. Even after the party was over, I could still feel his cum dripping out of my pussy. Oh my God, that was the best Christmas present. Gosh, how I love sex. I could hardly wait for tonight. We’re gonna have a great time, Carl.”
“Tammy, it’s Curt.”
“Whatever. I’ve never been good with names, and I really don’t care what a guy is called.”
And we did have a good time. She had the energy of an Olympian. It was hard to keep up. She wasn’t into oral sex or anal. Tammy just wanted to have a hard cock ravage her cunt. It seemed her vagina was one big g-spot. Her pussy was so tight, I came almost immediately after I started banging into her. She laughed and said all the guys cum too early with her, but they make up for it later.
I rested while she talked. “Ya know Claude, I love sex but especially sex with older men like you. I told you about Doug and me. He wasn’t my first.”
By that time I had given up on her name game, no longer reminding her that my name was Curt. “Okay, tell me about your first older guy.” I said half asleep.
“Well, it was my best friend’s dad. Abigail and I prided ourselves on being the sluts of our senior class. One night when I was over at her house, her dad called me into his office. He had heard about the gang bang party we had the month before. He thought I should know about the consequences of that kind of behavior. He said having sex was natural at our age but group sex was risky.
“Then he started asking me personal questions like if I was on the pill and if I liked sex. Before I knew it, he was fucking me right there in his office. When I left, my hair was a mess and my face was all flushed. Abigail asked if I was alright. She added, ‘You need to forgive my dad. He’s been so horny since my mom left us.’ “
“The thing is, Clark, he knocked me up. I was lucky. He paid for an abortion. Another one of our girlfriends decided to have his baby. She left school that year and I haven’t heard from her since. Abigail and I still keep in touch. She’s already had two kids by different dads but can’t be sure whose kids they are. I’m not into having kids.”
Then she said, “God, the thought of all that makes me horny. I’m so ready for more.”
She jumped on my semi-erect cock. It didn’t matter to her that I was still recovering. She pushed it in working me until I was hard again. Apparently her story made me horny as well. I plowed into her moist orifice imaging I was that lucky dad.
Dozens of powerful strokes later, she pointed to the chair and said, “Sit there.”
I did and she sat on my cock with her back to me. Tammy bounced up and down slipping my rod in and out of her until I was ready to explode for a second time. Just before I let loose, she jumped off my overly ripe cucumber and went to all fours on the floor. “Do me doggie Clint. Fuck me like a dog,” and she barked for emphasis waiting for me to drive my wet and slimy cock into her slippery cunt. When I walked over to her, it stood out like a dagger ready to impale the young girl’s fuck hole.
In it went and she begged for me to do it harder and faster. I was to the point of exhaustion when I poured my semen into that youthful twat.
I feel it Clem. I feel you cumming. Get it in as deep as you can. I want you to get me pregnant. I want your baby.”
A man’s instinct is to do that very thing. I drove into her to the max. I just wish my cock had another three inches.
After I had finished, I said, “Hey, you are supposed to be on birth control.”
“I am but when I say that, it makes all the boys cum harder. It worked with you, didn’t it?”
I had to admit, “Yeah, I guess it did.
As the night went on, Tammy tried to arouse me time and time again. Her insatiable desire for sex was more than I could handle. Finally, I said, “Okay, I’m done for the night. I’m gonna get some shuteye. She was not sympathetic. It was 3:30 AM, and I was fast asleep a minute later.
I drove her to her apartment at six in the morning. Tammy said she had a great time and hoped we would meet again. She suggested hooking up at a nearby motel or maybe at another swinger’s party. I said I’d like that. The truth is, Tammy took a lot out of me. I wasn’t so sure about meeting up again.
I was sleeping when Lynn got home. The sound of the shower woke me up around ten Sunday morning. She climbed into bed with me after drying off and gave me a big hug. “I love you so much, Curt. I missed you tonight.”
It was good to hear someone call me by my real name again. “I missed you, too,” I said, although I had been busy thinking about her and Bernie. “How was your sleep-over?”
“Curt, they live in a mansion! The place is huge. Bernie was a professional football player before he blew his knee out. There are pictures of him in uniform all over their rec room. It wasn’t until I heard his last name that I realized how famous he was.”
“Okay, tell me more.”
“Well, Curt, he is really a caring and thoughtful guy. He never pushed himself on me. His only request was that I keep my tiny skirt and heels on when we were in bed together. He said it reminded him of fucking high school girls when he was younger. He likes fellatio. He said I was really good at it. Compliments always makes me try harder, so I deep throated the best I could. Ya know, Curt, his semen tastes different from yours.”
“You mean it tastes better?” I asked with a tinge of jealousy.
“No, just different. It’s saltier.”
“Okay, what else?”
“Well, ” Lynn was really getting excited at this point in her story, “Well from there we got it on the usual way. He found erogenous zones in me I didn’t know I even had.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know, Curt, we had lots of foreplay before we had sex in the usual positions. He was in me for a long time before he creampied me. It was pretty nice when he went down on me and licked me clean.”
“So that was it?” I asked.
“Not exactly. I was late coming home this morning because we wanted to do it one more time. He said his wife didn’t do anal and asked if I liked it. I just said it was okay. He wanted to know if I’d like to try it with him. I agreed. Curt, he was so tender with me. He didn’t go in until he was absolutely sure I was ready. Bernie kept saying how nice it was to fuck such a tight hole. Of course, his compliment added to my enjoyment.
“This time he came very quickly. I think I’ve still got some of him in me. His wife arrived just as I had my best orgasm. She must have heard me scream. She just said, ‘Hi,’ and said it looked like we were having a good time. So how was your night with that teenager?”
“Exhausting! Tammy looks like a kid, but she’s actually twenty. She’s some kind of a Lolita fuck bunny. She never stops.”
“So you enjoyed her?”
“Yes, I suppose so. I don’t think I could spend another night with her though. I love you so much, Lynn. I want to be with you forever.”
“Curt, I’ll never leave you but honestly, this swinger thing has gotten me so horny. I feel like such a slut but I love it. Let’s keep doing it for a little while longer.”
“I’m okay with it as long as you are.”
“Thanks, my dear.”
From then on our sex life was a marathon. We kept talking about joining a swingers club. We checked out some possibilities online. Neither of us felt comfortable with what we saw. Doug and Christy hadn’t kept in touch with us, and we were concerned that something was wrong.
I was at the hardware store when Doug came up to me and said, “Where have you been hiding, buddy?”
“Hi, Doug. How have you and Christy been? We haven’t seen you since the key party.”
“I know. I apologize. We took a cruise in the Bahamas for a couple of weeks so we could be alone for awhile. From the feedback we got on the party, everyone had a great time and asked that we host another one. I don’t know, Curt. If we come up with another theme, we might ask a few couples over again. One thing is for sure, Christy and I agree that if we do it again, it will be with some new people. New people always adds to the excitement. There are several other couples that have talked to us about it. You and Lynn will be first on the list
“Well, I hope you keep us in mind. Lynn is really into the swinging scene now. She keeps asking when we can do it again.”
“Okay, I’ll mention it to Christy. Hey, good seein’ you again.” He left to look for something to clean his pool.
It was only a few days later when Christy called Lynn and said the party was on. It would be a week from this coming Friday and there would be new guests. She said it was still at eight thirty and at their place, but they had invented a new theme. They called it, “Match and Mate.”
Lynn went online and found a Miley Cyprus outfit. It had metallic suspenders barely covering her nipples and a beaded skirt hardly covering her pussy. This time Lynn wore silver fuck me boots. She looked smashing. There was little doubt about her enthusiasm for the party.
Again there were five couples. The head librarian, Nora, was there with her husband Evan. It seemed so ironic to see her at a swingers party because she always dressed so conservatively and never said anything close to being suggestive. This night she wore a tight dress with a plunging neckline. Another big surprise was seeing Bud and Jane there. Bud and Jane lived down the block from us. We didn’t know each other well, other than to greet them at the store or on the street. Jane was a jogger. Watching her ample boobs bounce as she trotted by our house was always a treat.
Lynn would say, “Curt, did you see those woman’s tits? You would think she would wear a bra when she’s out running in public.”
I laughed and said it didn’t bother me. An Asian couple completed the guest list.
I had a long talk with May who was born in China and came to America as a teenager. I was interested in the sexual practices of the Chinese and May was happy to talk about it.
Later I had a chance to speak with Jane. My first comment was, “I didn’t know you and Bud were into this.”
“You mean swinging? she said. “To be honest with you, Curt, it is Curt, right? This is our first time and I’m really really nervous. Christy talked us into it and said it really spices up a married couple’s love life. It took a lot of talking before Bud agreed to it.”
“Great! We’re all happy you are here,” sounding far too lecherous.”
Jane said, “You sound like you’re just a little more than anxious to find your partner tonight.”
“Yeah, I guess I’m a little bit horny.”
“I can see why looking at all these sexy women. I wish I had worn something more seductive.”
I reassured her by saying, “You look great, Jane. I would choose you without a second thought.”
“Thanks Curt. You are really kind to say that.”
Eventually it was time to choose a partner. We were brought into their recreation room were five condoms were glued to the wall. Each was partially filled with heavy cream simulating used condoms. Above each of the Trojans was a man’s name that was covered with tape. No one knew which condom belonged to which man.
Christy explained the game. She said it was a little like pin the tail on the donkey but without blindfolds. Each woman drew from a box of “All Day Penis Suckers” that had been bought at The suckers had the numbers one through five labeled on them. That’s the order in which a lady was to play. After the women wrote their names on the penis sucker, the game began with woman number one. It was Christy the host. She demonstrated how to place the penis sucker in one of the condoms, then peal off the name from above to reveal the man’s name. She got Greg, the Asian man.
Nora the librarian was number two. She slipped her penis into Doug’s condom. Lynn was next and her penis sucker was slipped into Bud’s. Jane put her’s in the one with my name, and May was with Evan, the librarian’s husband. We all thought it was ironic that Lynn and I were simply trading partners with our neighbors. Christy said, “Well, there’s no better way to get to know your neighbor.”
“Match and Mate” turned out to be the perfect game name. There was one more part to the game. Each woman was to demonstrate to everyone their technique in sucking cock on the all day sucker, then suck the cream out of the condom. Christy was number one and being an exhibitionist, put on a great show. All the other women tried to duplicate her performance to the delight of their audience.
The party was over at eleven. Jane and I drove home together.
The first thing she said when we were in the bedroom was, “Keep you pants on stud. I want to do a strip for you. It will relax us both. Do you have any stripper music?”
I had a CD for just the thing. As it played, I was dazzled by the show Jane gave me. When she got down to her bra and panties, the bulge in my pants was already evident. That’s when a Peggy Lee song came on. Jane smiled when she turned away and unfastened her bra. She turned to face me, still holding onto the garment. When the words, ” I don’t pop my cork for every guy I see,” she dropped her bra and gave me my first glance of what I had only imagined when she jogged past the house. I was not disappointed.
Her full succulent breasts swayed with the music and hung heavily on her chest while she pealed off her panties. She was clean shaven. Her pussy was inviting and ripe for my pulsing cock. She was fully nude when she slithered up to me to unzip my pants. Jane had my cock out and between her breasts giving me an unbelievable titfuck. She had the dimensions to engulf my prick, and it totally disappeared between her gorgeous hooters. Her nipples were just begging to be sucked.
“I don’t want you to squirt me here, big spender. I didn’t come to the party for a little tantalization. I’m here to fuck. Let’s take those pants off and fill me with your milky sperm.
Soon we were lying in bed together naked as Adam and Eve. “God how I love lying next to a naked man,” she said. “Your hard erection against my tummy turns me on, and I want you inside me. Don’t wait, Curt. I’m so wet I need you now.”
I needed no further invitation. She spread her long legs exposing a wide open gash that I quickly filled.
Like she said, she was as wet as a puppy’s nose. I knew I was secreting precum that add to her slippery cunt, so I was sliding in and out with ease. It was a glorious feeling. I had fucked many woman, but there was something about this pussy that seemed incredibly warm, slippery and wonderful. No matter how much I tried to hold back, an eruption like that on Mount Vesuvius filled her gaping hole. She raised her hips to meet me, pushing me in further. At the same time I could feel her contractions as she experienced successive orgasms.
“Oh my God, Curt. I haven’t cum that hard since I was with my high school boyfriend.”
Jane, your strip tonight looked so very professional. Did you take classes?
“No sir. I stripped my way through college. It’s how I earned money for clothes and my college tuition.”
“Ah yes, that explains it.”
We continued to “get it on in the usual way,” as Lynn had said when she was with Bernie. At long last, I came a second time and Jane said, “Damn it. I wanted to try one more thing and now you’re wasted.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“My husband, Bruce, isn’t much of a lover. He isn’t very curious about sex, and he won’t do anal. I thought maybe we could give it a try before you take me home.”
“Hey, we have a couple more hours together. Why don’t you go to the bathroom. I’ll show you how to use the enema. It doesn’t take long. Anyway, it would give me time to recover.
I showed her how to do the procedure and told her to take her time. I could hear the toilet flush several times so apparently Jane was doing okay. The shower ran for a short time so after about twenty minutes, Jane was all fresh and anxious to try something new.
Meanwhile I located the lube and a box of Kleenex.
“How do we start, master?” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“First, my lady, I need a kiss. “She gave me a deep open mouth kiss with her tongue wrestling with mine. We laid on the bed in each other’s arms until I moved to nibble and caress her nipples. She seemed to understand where I was going with all of this romance. Jane moved down to lick and suck my cock. At the same time her pussy was over my lips. We were in the sixty-nine position and a perfect opportunity for me to lube her ass.
While sucking her clit, I gently placed one lubricated finger in her ass waiting for a reaction. The only reaction was for her to take me deeper in her mouth and suck harder. Then I worked two finger in and out of her butt hole until her sphincter relaxed.
“Jane, I’m hard enough to get it in.”
She just slid off of me onto all fours. I lubed my dick and began to penetrate. She was very tolerant of the new sensation. My first thrusts were shallow followed by deep strong strokes. I had already cum twice in the evening, so I was good to go for a long time. I kept pounding into her ass and her hips began to sway to meet each thrust.
She was totally into it. I don’t know how a woman can have an orgasm from anal but Jane had several. I finished with a burst of spunk squirting into her rectum four or five times. We both fell into a huge hug when it was over.
“Curt, I never expected it to be that good. I just thought it was something dirty to try. You know, something to get me excited again. You surprised me and came again and again. I really thought you were done for he night. God I loved it.”
“It was good for me too. You are such a great fuck, Jane.”
“That makes me sound like a slut but thank you anyway.”
Lynn was home by seven. Jane and I were still in bed. “Hello. Anybody here?” she yelled.
“Yes, Lynn, we’re still in bed.”
“Do you want me to make breakfast for the three of us?”
“Sure, that would be great.”
Jane and I showered together, wiped each other dry and dressed. Lynn cooked bacon and eggs. The conversation over breakfast was pretty much vanilla small talk. Jane walked home, since she lived only four doors down the street.
Lynn and I shared our experiences. Lynn didn’t have much to tell except to say that Bruce is a prude without a clue. She didn’t even have an orgasm. He pulled out of her when he reached his climax because he said he didn’t trust birth control pills. The whole evening for her was one big disappointment. That was not the case with me.
——— Lynn and Curt’s new lifestyle will continue in the cumming episode
