“I feel like sucking a dick.”
This would normally seem like a strange statement coming from a man’s wife on an otherwise boring Wednesday night, but in the six weeks since we returned from our vacation in Cancun, no words coming from Kathleen’s mouth seemed to shock me anymore.
I smiled and unzipped my pants when she suddenly stopped me. “Not yours,” she said.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Then whose?” I asked.
She took a sip of her wine. She was on her second glass, and wine always seemed to make her horny. She looked away dismissively and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. You choose.”
When we returned from our vacation, there was no question that we would continue swinging with others. We were hooked on the adrenaline rush, the thrill, and the naughtiness. The question was: how? Swinging at a nude resort filled with swingers was easy. Doing so back in our suburban “vanilla” world proved much more difficult than we imagined.
We joined a couple of swinging websites and corresponded with many couples. It was surprisingly difficult to find a good match for us, and when we did, those couples proved to be more talk than action. We would suggest meeting for a drink, and they would either come up with endless excuses or back down at the last minute. The one couple we did manage to meet were very nice, but the sexual chemistry just wasn’t there for us.
Kathleen’s libido remained high since we returned from Desire; however, I could sense that perhaps she was beginning to lose her mojo. Neither of us had any sexual contact with anyone but each other in six weeks. As she had explained to me weeks before, behaving like a slut made her horny, and her horniness made her behave like a slut. She called it the “Grand Circle of Sluttiness”. At that particular moment, on that rather ordinary Wednesday night, she decided that her “slut battery” needed to be recharged.
I logged on to our favorite swinging site to see who was online. Some lucky bastard was about to receive a very unexpected gift. I scrolled through several pages before I spotted the perfect candidate. Since joining the site, we had been barraged on a daily basis by messages and chat requests from single men. It was easy to explain why, given the sexy photos we had posted of Kathleen in various stages of dress and undress. Even with her face obscured, she was easily one of the sexiest women on the site in our area.
We ignored the messages and chat requests for the most part, as we were strictly looking to connect with other couples. However, one single male stood out from the rest. His name was Steve. There was nothing particularly interesting about his profile. He appeared to be an average guy in his mid-forties. His photo showed him standing in his underwear, sporting a hard-on underneath. He had a protruding belly, and although his face was blurred, it looked as though he wore a beard. His message to us was more polite and articulate than most of the messages we received from single men. What stood out about him was that there was a Star Wars poster visible in the background of his photo. Kathleen thought it was a hilarious decorating decision for a middle-aged man. She always had a soft spot for nerds.
She had replied to him and thanked him for the kind compliments on her photos. Then she asked him if that was a lightsaber in his shorts. From that point forward, we referred to him as “Lightsaber Steve.” I could only assume that Lightsaber Steve hadn’t had his cock sucked in quite a long time. He seemed like the perfect candidate for this once-in-a-lifetime offer.
“How’s it going?” I typed to him.
“Great! How are you?” he responded.
“Are you busy tonight?”
“Not at all. Why?”
“My wife desperately wants to suck a cock. You interested?”
If he could have leaped through the keyboard, I’m sure that he would have. As our children were all sleeping at home, meeting at our place wasn’t an option, so I asked if he could host. He explained that he had a roommate, so that wasn’t possible. Then he offered a solution that made me bust out laughing. It was all too perfect. I covered all the details and agreed to meet him at a specific time. I closed the laptop and turned to Kathleen with a huge grin on my face.
“What?” she asked.
“You’ll never guess where we’re meeting him.”
“Where?”
“Your old high school.”
It turned out that Steve was a science teacher who taught at the same school where Kathleen had graduated. The sheer filthiness of the idea only added to the scandalous nature of what we were doing. Kathleen’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She then giggled uncontrollably until I announced that it was time to leave.
When we arrived in front of the school, I fully expected to find an empty lot, as I was sure that Steve would get cold feet. Instead, he was waiting for us in his car. He looked exactly as I expected: glasses, beard, and wearing a button-down shirt tucked into khaki pants. He looked like every other high school science teacher I had ever met.
When he spotted Kathleen for the first time, he smiled from ear-to-ear. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy; just a tight-fitting olive-colored shirt and hip-hugging jeans. Still, she looked fantastic. It was the first time he had seen her face, and it was obvious that he was instantly smitten. He shook her hand politely, and then ushered us into the school.
As he unlocked the door, he explained that he had called the local police to let them know he would be there. He had covered all the bases, it seemed. As we strolled down the darkened hallway, Kathleen and Steve casually chatted about all of the changes in the school since she had attended. He unlocked the door to his classroom, and we all entered. He closed and locked the door behind us and flipped the light switch, revealing a standard science classroom complete with lab equipment.
There was an awkward moment where none of us seemed to know how to proceed. What is the etiquette for sucking a complete stranger’s dick? It was no surprise to me that Kathleen got the ball rolling.
“So… I’m not doing so well in science class, Mr. Lightsaber,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I need to negotiate for a better grade.”
He chuckled nervously and kissed her. As they kissed, his hands roamed down along her back until they found her ass. He then moved to her tits, which he squeezed through her tight shirt. During our chat session that night, I had asked his permission to bring my camcorder. Not only did I want to record this event for my own viewing pleasure later, but I wanted to have something to do aside from standing awkwardly and watching. Although he was reluctant at first, he knew it was a condition of our agreement. As long as I didn’t capture his face or too much of the classroom, he would allow it. As they began to kiss, I pointed the camera in their direction and watched the show through the lens.
Kathleen reached down and squeezed his cock through his khakis. “Ooh,” she purred. “Is that for me?”
“All yours,” he said.
With that, she kneeled in front of him and freed his cock. It was so swollen, it looked as though he would burst before she even touched it. She wasted no time taking it into her mouth, and Steve reacted with a low moan. It was likely the first mouth he had on his cock in quite some time.
“That feels so good,” he whispered. Kathleen responded with a muffled moan.
She teased him for a while, taking only the head of his cock into her mouth. Then, without warning, she took his entire shaft into her throat until her nose disappeared into the opening of his pants. “Ugh!” Steve shouted. “Oh my god!”
She kept his cock buried in the back of her throat and didn’t move. Steve closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her long, red hair.
“I’m not going to last long,” he whimpered.
Kathleen slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth and gave his cock head a kiss. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, looking up at him. His glistening cock throbbed.
She playfully teased him with gentle licks around his cock head and along his shaft. She glanced at me for a moment and flashed me a devious grin. Her slutty ambitions were on full display, and she was clearly savoring the moment.
She went back to work. Ever-so-slowly her lips traveled from the tip to the base, and then back again. As she slowly bobbed her head, Steve’s eyes closed once more. It almost appeared as though he were in pain as he tried desperately to make this moment last just a bit longer.
“Oh, god,” he moaned. “Feels so good. I’m… I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Kathleen reached between his legs and grabbed his ass with both hands. She began to bob her head quickly along his shaft. With determination and purpose, she buried his cock in her throat over and over until every muscle in his body seemed to tense and he bellowed a sustained primal groan. She seemed to choke a little on the first spurt, but recovered quickly and maintained contact with her mouth as several more spurts coated her tongue. She continued to gently suck his cock until his muscles finally relaxed. At last, she made one final journey to the base and slowly back again before standing to her feet.
Steve wrapped his arms around her and embraced her. “Thank you so much,” he whispered. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
“Same here,” she said.
***
Although our trip to Cancun was supposed to be a gift to me, Kathleen seemed to benefit from it as greatly as I did. Not only did it profoundly improve her sex drive, but I couldn’t help but notice a profound change in her personality as well. She was no longer confined to keeping her sexy thoughts to herself. Whenever she saw an attractive man – or woman – she would make a point of letting me know. Any concerns over jealousy or hurt feelings went out the window. She was free to explore her sexuality, and she did so with great enthusiasm. Whereas she used to be rather reserved in social situations, she now openly flirted with men whenever she felt like it. She was more outgoing, assertive, and confident than I had ever seen her before.
In many ways, I felt that I had also undergone a personality change. I was making more of an effort to look good, which boosted my confidence. I purchased new clothes, exercised more often, and watched what I ate a little more closely. I found that I began having conversations with complete strangers everywhere I went. Our experience with complete strangers at Desire seemed to make it less daunting than it had seemed before.
Although we didn’t hit it off with the older couple we had met for drinks, they did give us a piece of useful information about a swinging party in our area. Given that we hadn’t had much luck meeting compatible couples online, we figured a party would provide us with a roomful of possibilities. We nervously walked to the front door of the house where the party took place and were greeted by a friendly host who explained the house rules before giving us a brief tour.
I poured a couple of drinks, and Kathleen and I took a position in a quiet corner of the main room. Dozens of people happily chatted as though they had known each other for years. I couldn’t help but feel like fresh meat, as all eyes were upon us. We struck up conversations with those nearby. They were just as friendly and outgoing as the people we met at Desire. The possibility of having sex with each other seemed to elicit the best from people.
One very tall and rather large woman seemed to have her eye on me. At one point, she demonstrated how she is able to swallow an entire beer bottle. Although impressive, I chose to politely decline her advances. Her husband, Ray, seemed completely enthralled with Kathleen. He complimented her on her hair, her eyes, her body, and anything else that came to mind. She graciously accepted his compliments and smiled and glanced at me to ensure that I heard every one of them.
It seemed that we had met most of the guests when I found the opportunity to pull Kathleen aside.
“Well?” she said. “Anyone catch your eye?”
I shook my head. “Not a single one. How about you?”
She shrugged. “Not really. Still, they’re all really nice.”
“Ray seemed to like you,” I noted.
“Yeah, but are you willing to take one for the team with his wife?”
“Hell no,” I said. “She would eat me alive.”
Just then, a naked woman strolled past us. She was so physically fit, she had to have been a bodybuilder. She was heavily tattooed, with six-pack abs, rock-hard buttocks, and muscular legs.
“How about her?” Kathleen said.
“She would crush me like a tin can,” I said.
“You can handle her,” she smirked.
A completely naked man followed her into the kitchen. He, too, was built like a professional bodybuilder, and was covered in tattoos. He glared at me as he passed.
“Uh, no,” I said to Kathleen. “I’ll definitely pass on those two!”
We had been at the party for hours when I returned from pouring another drink to find Kathleen chatting with a man named Tom. She introduced me to him and explained that Tom was there alone.
“He’s an engineer,” she said. “And he went to Harvard. You know how I like those nerdy types.”
I rolled my eyes. We didn’t come to the party so that she could hook up with a single guy. I assumed she was merely being her usual flirty self. A while later, however, I had just finished chatting with someone when I turned around and saw Kathleen and Tom kissing in the corner of the room. His hands were all over her ass and breasts, and one of her hands was down the front of his pants.
They made out for what seemed to be a very long time before they finally paused their make-out session long enough for me to talk to them.
“So… how’s it going?” I said to Kathleen with a sarcastic smirk.
“You think any of those rooms in the back of the house are open?” she asked. She gave me her best “pretty-please” expression, as she knew it always worked on me.
I stared at her for a moment, trying to communicate with my eyes. Tom apparently got the hint and excused himself, leaving us alone.
“We didn’t really come here to have a threesome with some dude,” I said.
“I know, but you said you weren’t really attracted to anyone here, so…”
“So you’re just going to fuck some random guy?”
“He’s not random,” she protested. “I like him.” There was that puppy-dog expression again.
“Okay, fine,” I said. Although I appeared to be a little annoyed, in truth, I was excited that she was so excited to be with this guy, and that I would have a front-row seat to all the action. Maybe I would even participate myself.
When Tom returned, Kathleen took him by the hand and led him to the back of the house. During our earlier tour, we were told that there were several bedrooms open to anyone. The only rules were that the sheets needed to be changed upon entering the room, and the folks using the room should limit themselves to forty-five minutes. They actually had a clipboard with a sign-in sheet outside of each door. I found the one with the shortest waiting time and reserved our room.
While I did so, Kathleen and Tom continued to make out and fondle each other while he pressed her against the wall outside of the room. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I just stood next to them and awkwardly pretended to be busy. It seemed as though an eternity passed before the door to our room finally opened and two flushed and disheveled couples emerged.
We were waiting for them to exit when Ray suddenly bounded down the stairs. He spotted Kathleen and made a beeline straight toward her.
“I just have to say, you’re by far the most gorgeous woman here tonight,” he said.
“Aww, you’re so sweet!” she squealed.
Tom pulled her by the hand into the room. Just as she reached the doorway, she turned over her shoulder and called to Ray.
“Hey, you want to join us?”
I don’t know who was more shocked: me or Ray. Ray just looked at me with wide eyes and an open jaw. I just shrugged and chuckled. He quickly scurried into the room. I followed and shut the door behind us. Tom and Kathleen had already resumed their make-out session, and Ray then joined them, kissing Kathleen’s neck from behind and grabbing whatever body parts he could.
I spotted a pile of clean sheets on a chair in the corner. By the time I finished placing it on the mattress on the floor, Kathleen’s pants were gathered around her ankles, Tom’s fingers were buried in her pussy, her shirt was bunched up around her neck along with her bra, Ray’s mouth was clamped to one of her nipples, and Kathleen’s hands were stroking both of their cocks.
She dropped to her knees and took Tom’s hard cock in her mouth while she continued stroking Ray. She then turned to Ray and engulfed his cock. I took my time getting undressed, as I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. For a moment, it seemed as though she didn’t even know I was in the room.
“Do I get to play, too?” I asked, sarcastically.
“Get your dick over here,” she said with a smile.
I positioned myself between the other two men and Kathleen took turns sucking us all. It was as if my wife had suddenly transformed into a porn star.
“Oh my god, she’s so fucking good,” Ray remarked.
“Fuck yeah she is,” Tom agreed. “You’re a very lucky man,” he said, turning to me.
I took her by the hand and led her to the mattress, where I helped her finish undressing. As I positioned her on all fours, Ray and Tom quickly undressed and kneeled by her head. I entered her from behind while she took turns sucking their cocks. I could hear her muffled moans as I thrust into her repeatedly. Her pussy was so slick, I could feel her juices dripping from my balls.
I didn’t want to be the first to finish, so I backed off and switched places with Tom. He strapped on a condom while I waited my turn with her mouth. I had to back off several times to avoid cumming too quickly, and eventually just took a seat to watch the spectacle from the edge of the mattress. My wife was being spit-roasted by two complete strangers. Was this really happening?
Tom pounded her from behind, and then flipped her onto her back. He spread her legs wide and buried his cock inside her to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck yes!” she shouted. “Fuck me hard!”
He did as he was told, and fucked her hard and fast until he pulled out of her, frantically removed his condom, straddled her tits, and stroked himself until he had covered both breasts with his milky fluid. Ray, whose dick was in her mouth, looked to me as if asking permission. I simply nodded. He quickly grabbed a condom and took his place between her legs. I kneeled near her head and shoved my dick in her mouth as he entered her.
As I fucked her mouth, Ray fucked her sopping-wet cunt. Kathleen moaned with a mouthful of my cock, causing pleasurable vibrations all the way down to my balls. Ray issued a loud bellow and held himself steady while he filled his condom inside her. He then rolled off to the side of the mattress, exhausted.
“Think you can handle any more?” I asked her.
She looked at me with a sexy grin. “I don’t know. Those two wore me out pretty well.”
“You’re the one who invited three men into a room with you, you slut,” I reminded her.
As we playfully debated, Ray played with her pussy at the foot of the mattress. He inserted a couple fingers and made a strange motion that seemed to elicit an unusual response from Kathleen.
“Oh, god!” she said, closing her eyes and clenching her muscles. “What are you doing?”
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
I stroked my cock as I watched what he was doing, hoping to learn this strange new technique for later use. Kathleen began arching her back and thrusting her hips into his fingers. The sound of Ray’s fingers sloshing inside Kathleen’s wet cunt drove me crazy. I picked up the pace of my stroking until I couldn’t delay the deluge any longer. I added several spurts of my own artwork to the masterpiece that Tom had previously painted on her tits.
Just then, I saw something incredible. Droplets of liquid began to fly in the air all around Ray’s hand as he frantically worked his fingers in her pussy. The sheets beneath her were becoming soaked from this mysterious fluid. Kathleen moaned loudly enough to alert any partygoers who happened to be standing outside of our door at that moment. Eventually, she relaxed, and Ray withdrew his fingers.
“What the hell was that?” I asked him in bewilderment.
“What?” he said. “You didn’t know your wife is a squirter?”
***
One of the most rewarding aspects of swinging for us was what we called our “play-by-play.” After every sexual encounter, we would discuss everything that had happened from beginning to end. Doing so would inevitably get us worked into a frenzy, which would inevitably lead to some mind-blowing sex and a euphoric high that would last for days, weeks, or even months thereafter.
“Were you planning this little gangbang all night?” I asked.
“It wasn’t a gangbang!” she protested.
“Umm, I’m pretty sure the dictionary definition is three or more guys at the same time.”
“Whatever.
“Did you ever, in your life, think you would fuck three guys at the same time?”
She shook her head and flashed a guilt-ridden smile. “I guess I’m even more of a slut than I thought I was.”
“I don’t think Ray’s smile will ever fade. He’s going to be thinking about you the rest of his life.”
She blushed and rolled her eyes. “He just looked so desperate. Like a sad little puppy-dog.”
“Did you know you could squirt?”
“I didn’t even know what squirting was!”
“How did it feel? Is it like an orgasm?”
“Sort of… it’s… hard to describe. It’s like an orgasm, only… different.”
“Okay, that doesn’t help.”
“Hey, at least you learned another new trick!”
“And I can’t wait to start practicing it,” I said, moving my hand toward her pussy. She quickly snatched it, however.
“Not now, honey! I need some time to recover after that!”
“If you need another round, I can take care of you,” she suggested, stroking my cock.
“Nah, it’s okay,” I said. “You drained me pretty well tonight.” Never in my life did I think I would ever say no to sex. Knowing that she would gladly take care of me whenever I needed it changed the rules of the game.
“I feel bad,” she said. “I’ve been with three guys now since we got home from Desire, and you haven’t had a single new pussy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re not keeping score! It isn’t a game. If it were, there is no way I’d be able to compete! You could sleep with a dozen guys a day if you wanted. I have to work at it!”
“Well… you don’t need to work too hard,” she purred. “Someone at the party did tell me about another party that might be a better fit for us.”
“A better fit?”
“Well, that’s what she said. Apparently, we stuck out like a sore thumb at that party. This other one is supposed to be a little nicer. And it’s closer to home.”
***
Two weeks later, we stopped in front of a house that was situated in a typical suburban neighborhood. From the road, it didn’t look as though anyone were home. In front of the house was a sign for a dance studio.
“Is this the place?” I asked.
Kathleen shrugged. “It’s the right address,” she said, checking her notes once again.
We pulled into the driveway, which curved around the house and opened up into a large open space of dirt and grass. Vehicles were parked throughout the lot, and we found an open spot. As we walked toward the back of the house, we could see a few people chatting on the back deck. There was a large grilling area to the left and a hot tub to the right.
We were greeted by an older woman, who took our forty-dollar entrance fee. A large sign noted that single men paid a sixty-dollar fee, while single ladies partied for free. I noted the number of people I could see from the entrance alone and mentally calculated the host’s take. They were clearly turning a healthy profit using the “dance studio” as a front.
The hostess explained all of the house rules to us, and then handed us off to her husband to give us a short tour. As he led us to the back of the house, I couldn’t help but note that there was hardly any furniture, no personal decorations, and no kitchen appliances or utensils. This house seemed to have been purchased for the sole purpose of hosting these swinger parties.
We were shown two rooms in the back of the house, which he said were “open” – meaning there were no doors to either room, and they were free to anyone to use, or to simply watch. He then led us to the basement, where there were three very small rooms with curtains for privacy. These were “first-come, first-served,” he explained. Around the corner was another, larger, closed room, which was just off the bar area. He wished us luck and disappeared while I stowed our belongings and poured a couple of drinks.
I had to admit, for whatever reason, the guests at this party were far more attractive than those at the previous party. Kathleen and I mingled and chatted with several couples, exchanging the usual information about our careers and family. Surprisingly, whenever we met new swinging couples, sex was hardly ever the leading topic of conversation.
While Kathleen worked one side of the room, I struck up a conversation with a petite brunette named Kara. She had big, beautiful, dark eyes that sparkled in the light, and long, black, curly hair that cascaded below her shoulders. She had a warm smile and engaging personality that I found intoxicating.
She introduced me to her husband, who seemed to eyeball me suspiciously. He asked where my wife was, and I tried to point her out through the crowd with little success. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Kara, and hung on her every word as if it were the most interesting thing I’d ever heard. She explained that it was the first swinger party she and her husband had ever attended, and she was a bit nervous. I assured her that there was no reason to be nervous, and that I was new to swinging myself. She grabbed a brownie from the table next to us and took a bite.
“Mmm, it’s very good,” she said.
“Can I have a taste?” I asked.
She began to hand me a bite when I lowered her arm and kissed her to taste the brownie on her lips. The music faded, the lights dimmed, and it seemed as though the entire room faded from existence, leaving only the two of us. She was a fantastic kisser, with soft lips that practically melted in my mouth and with the passion of someone who hadn’t kissed anyone but her husband for a very long time.
She broke our kiss and the room came back into existence.
“That was nice,” she said. I agreed with her. “I need to talk to my husband.”
I turned to where he had been standing, and he was no longer there. Kara disappeared through the crowd and I never saw her again.
“Who was that?” Kathleen asked.
“Kara,” I said.
“You two were really going at it! I saw you from across the room!”
“Yeah, well… I get the feeling hubby wasn’t too pleased.”
She slapped me across the shoulder. “Why didn’t you wait for me before you made your move? You know you’re better with a wingman!”
She had a point. Still, I was proud of myself for making the first move. Until that point, I had been far too passive in my interactions with women. After years of suppressing my urge to flirt with women, I had to re-learn how to do so. As the evening stretched into the late-night hours, it appeared that our window of opportunity to find a compatible couple was closing. At one point in the night, I separated from Kathleen and wandered down the hall to the open rooms. I stood in the doorway and watched two couples fucking on a bed while several horny men stood with their backs against the walls, watching with their cocks in their hands.
I strolled over to the back of the house and peered out the window to see a rather large-breasted woman giving head to a man seated at the edge of the hot tub while another man watched with great interest. I walked a lap around the interior of the house in search of my wife, but she was nowhere to be found. As I stood and watched a porn video playing on a screen near the couches, she suddenly appeared.
“Come with me,” she said with an impish grin. “I need to introduce you to someone.”
I followed her down the stairs to the basement, where several couples were congregated and engrossed in conversation. Kathleen led me straight to a young couple who were standing near the dartboard, and introduced me to them.
Dylan and Meaghen were very fit and attractive. They were also at least a decade younger than us, which is why I hadn’t approached them that night. I assumed they would have little in common with us, and therefore little interest in speaking with us. As it turned out, I shouldn’t have assumed anything. They were very friendly, funny, and laid-back. It was so easy to chat with them that we all soon lost track of the time. Before we realized it, the party had dwindled to only a few lingering guests.
Meaghen was an absolutely gorgeous young woman. She had long, luxurious, black hair, dark brown eyes, and a smile that was absolutely infectious. She also had a body that was incredibly shapely and firm. Although she hadn’t been overly-flirtatious with me, I could tell her husband had his eyes on Kathleen. I decided to stick with my new, more aggressive, strategy and leaned in to kiss her. To my great surprise and delight, she returned my kiss with sweet intensity. I then looked over toward Kathleen, who was kissing Dylan. The night instantly became more interesting.
We suggested sharing one of the closed rooms together, but Dylan commented that the rooms looked a little “skeevy.” I understood his trepidation. He then mentioned that they had booked a hotel room for the night, and invited us to follow them back to their room. We didn’t hesitate to accept the offer.
“Well?” Kathleen said as we followed them in our car. “Am I the greatest wingman ever or what?”
“I have to admit, you did well. I didn’t think they’d be interested in us.”
She scoffed. “You underestimate both of us!”
When we arrived at their hotel, Dylan went straight to work by unfolding the sofa bed in their sitting area. He then invited Kathleen to join him on the sofa bed while Meaghen led me to the king-sized bed at the other end of the room. We kissed and fondled each other, and gradually removed each other’s clothing. All the while, I kept trying to peek toward the other side of the room to see what was happening. It was too dark, however. I could hear them whispering and murmuring, but I couldn’t discern anything they were saying.
I went down on Meaghen and, once she had relaxed, was able to bring her to orgasm. She then returned the favor and used her talented mouth to bring me to the edge. I could hear the telltale sounds of sucking and slurping from the other side of the room, and I knew that Dylan was receiving quite a treat as well.
I paused for a moment to wear a condom, and then took my position between Meaghen’s legs. She gasped when I entered her, and I pressed my lips against hers as I slid my cock deeper and deeper inside her.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered.
“That’s your fault,” I teased. “You made me hard.”
My hands explored every inch of her body. As I kissed and fucked her, my hands went to her ample breasts, her delicate thighs, and around every contour of her soft and shapely legs. I even massaged her feet at one point as I continued fucking her. Every inch of this woman’s body felt deliciously soft and firm.
I flipped her over so that I could grab her tight ass while I fucked her. I also did it so that I could get a better view of the other side of the room, but I could only see dark and obscure shadows. Meaghen began moaning, softly at first, and then louder and louder.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me harder.”
Although I wanted the moment to last as long as possible, I complied with her wish and increased my pace.
“Oh, yes!” she said, a little too loudly. “Fuck, yes! Don’t stop!”
I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted. I was at the point of no return, and she was right there with me. We both seemed to peak at the exact same moment. I held myself deep inside her and filled the condom while her tight pussy milked every drop from me.
As I rose from the bed to toss away the condom, I listened intently for sounds from the other side of the room, and to see if I could get a glimpse of the action. All I could distinguish was the back of Kathleen’s head bobbing up and down. I returned to the bed and Meaghen snuggled in my arms.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Thank you,” I replied. “You’re amazing.”
We lay there for quite a while, softly stroking and kissing each other, while we waited for Kathleen and Dylan to finish their business. Eventually, they joined us on our bed, and after a short conversation, Kathleen and I dressed and departed.
“Well?” she asked, as soon as I sat in the driver’s seat. “How was it?”
“I had fun,” I said with a smirk.
“I’ll bet you did,” she said. “She was smoking-hot!”
“How about you? Did you have fun?”
She sighed. “Not really. He was having some issues. I think he was distracted by all her moaning.”
“What issues?”
“I couldn’t get him to stay hard. I tried everything, trust me. Just as I felt him start to get hard, she would moan, and he’d go limp again. He kept apologizing.”
“Shit,” I said. “Sorry, honey.”
“No worries,” she said. “I’m just glad you finally got some pussy! You can take care of mine when we get home.”
Although we had promised to keep in touch with Dylan and Meaghen, we never did see the two of them again. Our efforts to find a compatible couple continued. We revisited the swinger party a few more times over the next several months. We had a brief encounter with one couple, which ended when a third couple entered the room uninvited and ruined the mood. Most of the time, we would simply chat with the couples at the party and end the night in one of the rooms by ourselves – sometimes with others watching, and sometimes not.
On one occasion, I returned from the basement bar with drinks in hand to find Kathleen sitting on the lap of a very large black man on the couch. I tentatively approached and was introduced by Kathleen to Shawn, whose hand caused mine to disappear when he shook it. Although the fantasy of having sex with a “big black cock” is fairly common, it wasn’t something that either of us had ever mentioned before. As far as I was concerned, the “black” part was entirely irrelevant. I had to admit, I was curious about the “big” part, though. Would Kathleen be able to handle a man with a huge cock? Would she want to? Up until then, none of the guys she had been with were better endowed than I was.
“There were no other seats on the couch,” she explained, “so Shawn invited me to sit here.”
“How polite of him,” I said. His hand was on her thigh. He was so big, she looked like a little girl sitting on Santa’s lap at the mall.
“Shawn wears size 18 shoes,” she informed me. I could tell by the twinkle in her eyes what she was thinking. She then turned to him and said, “Is it true what they say?”
He laughed out loud. His hand rubbed her thigh. “What are you asking me, exactly?”
“You know what I’m asking. Do you have a big cock?”
He nearly spit his drink across the room, as did everyone else who heard her question. “Are you asking because I’m black?”
“No!” she protested, her face flushing. “Because you’re so big everywhere else!” He had succeeded in embarrassing her.
“Well, if you wanna find out, I’ll be happy to show it to you.”
Just then, a clearly-intoxicated woman wearing a skimpy dress squealed and shouted, “Shawn!” from across the room. She ran up to him and hugged him, forcing Kathleen to quickly move out of the way. Kathleen snuck away from the crowd around the couch and I began to lead her out of the room.
“Hey, where you going?” Shawn called to her.
“I’ll see you around,” she responded.
“What was that all about?” I asked.
She giggled. “Just having fun.”
As the night extended into the early hours of the morning, we decided to have sex in one of the open rooms. I removed all of her clothes, lay her gently on the bed, and licked her pussy. When she was nice and wet, I straddled her chest, unzipped my pants, and fed her my cock. As I did so, I was keenly aware that another person had joined us in the room. I fully expected this, as random guys would normally enter the room and watch in the open rooms. However, when Kathleen began moaning around my cock, I had the presence of mind to turn around. Not only was the other stranger in the room watching, but he was playing with her pussy. This was a clear violation of the house’s “no touching unless invited” rule.
“Hey,” I said to the guy, pushing his hand away. “Hold on a sec. Are you okay with this, Kathleen?”
She opened her eyes, and for the first time, seemed to realize what was happening. She shook her head, and I told the guy to leave the room. That seemed to kill the mood. She quickly dressed, and we said our good-byes and exited through the back door and into the parking lot.
As we walked to our car, Kathleen spotted Shawn, who leaned against his car door, texting on his cellphone.
“Any luck tonight?” she asked him.
“Nah,” he chuckled. “It’s hit-or-miss here. Not tonight.”
“Too bad,” she said. “Maybe next time you can answer my question.”
He laughed again. “Why wait? I’ll answer it right now.”
“Okay, whip it out,” she challenged him. “Let’s see it.”
“Not here,” he said. “I’ll show you inside.”
Kathleen looked at me, and I simply shrugged. I had no idea what she was thinking at that point. Shawn headed back inside, and she followed him as I trailed closely behind. She followed him all the way down the hallway to the furthest open room, which was empty. He stood inside the room and smiled widely as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Although it wasn’t even half-erect, it was still impressive.
“Yep, that’s pretty big,” she said.
“It gets bigger,” he said. “Why don’t you see what you can do to make it bigger?”
She smiled and reached down to stroke it. Her petite and pale hand provided quite a contrast to his manhood. His cock swelled to her touch. I had been an athlete for many years and had seen many naked men in locker rooms. I had also visited an all-nude resort surrounded by hundreds of naked men. Never before had I ever seen a penis as massive as Shawn’s outside of porn videos.
Kathleen’s eyes widened the larger it grew, and she giggled uncontrollably.
“It’s so freakin’ big!” she exclaimed.
“Want to see if it’ll fit in your mouth?” Shawn asked.
Kathleen took that as a challenge. She dropped to her knees and stretched her mouth as widely as possible to accommodate his girth. To my amazement – and Shawn’s – she was able to take most of his length into her throat. My dick was hard as a rock watching her go to work on his massive tool. Eventually, I stood on the other side of her and directed her mouth to my cock.
As she worked on me, Shawn removed her top and bra. Then he unbuttoned her pants before removing all of his clothes and leading her to the bed. She directed me to sit at the head of the bed with my back resting against the headboard while Shawn strapped on an oversized condom. My cock was buried deep in her throat when he first entered her. The expression on her face was either intense pleasure or intense pain – or perhaps both.
He fucked her slowly at first. I watched her expression with great interest. With each thrust, she grunted more and more loudly until at last she suggested we switch places. Shawn was so tall that when he stood on the floor at the edge of the bed, his cock was perfectly aligned with her mouth. He held her head steady in his massive hands and swiveled and thrust his hips toward her. I gripped her ass and fucked her hard from behind.
“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he said.
Kathleen jerked his cock. I couldn’t see what was happening exactly, but I could tell the moment he came, given his low groan. I followed shortly thereafter with a lengthy and sustained groan of my own. It wasn’t until I had finished that I realized we were being watched by several people who lurked outside of the door and stood along the walls in the room.
We dressed as quickly as possible and hurried to our car. On the ride home, Kathleen told me that Shawn definitely had a big dick, but didn’t know how to use it. He fucked her so deeply, it was painful. And he fucked her mouth so roughly, she felt as though she were going to pass out.
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Looking back at that point in time, it seemed as though Kathleen and I were like two people who had been imprisoned and starved for many years, and were then freed and led into an all-you-can-eat buffet. We were so eager to try everything on the menu that we didn’t hesitate to consider what we were doing. If the opportunity arose, we snatched it with both hands without debate.
Kathleen had been raised in a strict Catholic household. She had only a handful of sexual partners before we met. Watching her allow her sexuality to blossom in such dramatic fashion, I couldn’t help but think that I was seeing her true self for the first time in her life. She must have spent years repressing her sexual thoughts and urges.
The same was true of me, as I had done my best to repress my sexual fantasies – or, at least, I kept them to myself. I had always wondered what fantastic experiences I had missed by having so few sexual partners before marriage. I would watch pornographic videos and read erotic stories and envy the sex lives of others. Only a few months after we began swinging, I no longer envied anyone.
Although we were enjoying our hedonistic new lifestyle, we felt that the swinger party scene wasn’t as fulfilling as we had hoped. Hooking up with random strangers for one night wasn’t satisfying enough for either of us. Sex is most fulfilling when you get to know a person’s body over time and learn your partner’s likes and dislikes. What we really wanted was to find a compatible couple to be our “friends with benefits” – a couple whose company we would enjoy both inside and outside of the bedroom. In all likelihood, we were never going to find such a couple at a party. So, back to our swinging websites we went.
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To be continued…
