0 comments/ 52466 views/ 2 favorites Too Good to be True...Surely? By: ifitsfundoit It's been a couple of months since I last put keyboard to virtual paper, and I've been thinking that it's about time I put aside a few hours to write about another of our "alternative entertainments". As always, the following account is a true story. The names have been changed, because I don't like their real ones. Protecting the innocent when they're clearly guilty seems like such a waste of my time. I've tried very hard (pun intended) to recount the events as I remember it, although from time to time, my memory lets me down, and simply returns a "scene missing". Alternative entertainments?! That's a curious phrase to use. What's alternative about fucking? Everybody does it. OK, nearly everybody. That being said, I am prepared to admit that not everybody wants to go to a party for 40 or so people where the agenda is quite openly sex. A party where you can open a door and have your senses assaulted by the sounds, smells and sights of group fucking. A party where you can sit quietly in a spa, a cigarette in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, whilst being ridden senseless by someone you hardly know. A party where the sauna temperature is that bit hotter thanks to the actions of the sweating individuals inside. What do you call a person taking a sauna? A saunee? A Saunarer? My spell check doesn't seem to think so. Oh well...life's little mystery number 2783 will undoubtedly haunt my sleep until I find out. I used to wonder about the collective noun for ducks. It's a gaggle of geese and a murder of crows. But what about ducks? Apparently, the word is "paddling". A paddling of ducks. Evokes images of English Cotswold villages with old sandstone cottages around the pond. Quite quaint really don't you think? Incidentally, that was life's little mystery number 2421: Solved. Anyway, I digress. I'll get back to telling you about the party. Actually, I'll start by telling you about the past, and us. That'll give you a chance to get to know us a little better, and perhaps allow you an insight in to what motivates us. Perhaps you might even identify with us a little. Myself and Al are both the wrong side of 30, but fortunately, the right side of 35. We're 30 somethings, and we're having the time of our lives. Al is simply gorgeous. I look at her most days and wonder what I did to get so lucky. I wake up everyday to see a petite, curvy, pretty, SEXY, intelligent woman that shows her love for me almost constantly in a myriad of ways. I look in the mirror and see me: a talk, dark, slim man with big dark brown eyes, hair that's receding at the sides a little, a touch of gray and laughter lines. I don't have a six pack stomach, rippling muscles or a cock like Ron Jeremy. I'm just me: always have been, and always will be I guess. Al doesn't agree with my assessment. She thinks I'm handsome, sexy, stylish, and a damn good fuck to boot. I like her opinion more: I think we'll run with that one. So there you have it. We're an attractive (apparently), intelligent couple, that is completely committed to each other. And that's a rather important thing to understand about us. It's the commitment we have for each other that makes what we do possible. We realized a long time ago that complete monogamy wasn't for us. We both knew that we wanted to fuck other people. We were chatting, over a rather good curry and a bottle of red, about our previous sexual experiences when we were single. I suppose we were both away in a our own little fantasy world when we were talking and suddenly we agreed that sex with other people was OK, provided we told the each other about it. Looking back, it's all rather strange really. We've recently met couples who got in to swinging because it's what he or she wanted. The other partner just goes along to keep the peace as it were. If that works for them, then I'm happy. For us, that simply isn't the case. We're both at least a little bisexual, although Al is much more so than me, and that was certainly a consideration when we began to talk seriously about it. Partner swapping is way down the list of priorities. We can get good old fashioned heterosexual sex at home, but neither of us have the equipment to satisfy our homosexual sides. Actually, Al does have a strap on that she's used on me, but I can't satisfy her desire to taste a pussy or suck on a woman's nipples. So, we began to think of ways in which we could engineer a suitable situation. We had a drunken holiday experience in Fiji that I've already written about, but that was a one off, and some time ago now, and we really began to feel like it was becoming a necessity to scratch our joint itch. About four months ago we met up with Steve and Sash, and had an explosive night. It was a truly memorable evening involving a drink too many, nearly getting booted out of a strip club, and the best cum shot I've ever seen. I've written about that one too. We saw Steve and Sash again, but our timing has been off of late, and we've not managed to get back together again. About three weeks ago or so, I found an ad on a web site. It was all rather interesting, and a little too much to be believed at first. According to the author, they had a rather exclusive little pad on Sydney's Lower North Shore, fronting the harbor. Once a month or so, they throw a party for select couples. There were a couple of pictures attached, and I have to say that it all looked rather classy. I had to know more, so I sent a message. The reply was simply stunning. Jeff and Carolyn were definitely smarter than the average bear. They'd been swinging for a number of years, and had been to clubs. Like many people, they found the club scene to be a little impersonal and occasionally sleazy. They'd decided that when they were in a position to throw a decent party they would. This would not be a, "hello, get your clothes off" sort of party. More along the lines of any other evening you've been to with light music, food, drink, conversation and so on. A real social affair. If couples wanted to go off and have a good time, the facilities were there. They had a sauna, a spa and plenty of room available for private or more public entertainment. This sounded too good to be true. I immediately wanted to know what the catch was. Was Al expected to suck off the host or something? Perhaps I was expected to suck him off! I like to give a bit of head now and then, but I won't suck just anybody. If I was going to do that, I was going to make the guy earn it at least! I was sure this wasn't to be the case really, but as ever, I was a little guarded. Myself and Jeff traded messages for a couple of days and then he invited us to a "meet and greet" evening. This was unbelievable. Not only did they host the party, they also invited couples to their home to meet them, give them a guided tour, and to explain a little about the night. I suspected this was also a chance for them to "vet" any potential guests, and I could certainly understand that. Some of the couples that are advertising on swingers sites may be full of inner beauty, and truly wonderful individuals, but externally...they've climbed the ugly tree, only to fall and hit every branch on the way down. I know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but sometimes I do wonder whether the beholder should perhaps be making discreet enquiries with the local ophthalmologist. The following Friday evening found us on the wrong side of a rather large automatic gate at the end of their driveway. We pressed the buzzer and waited patiently. We pressed it again, and then a few more times for luck. We checked the address, the date, and pressed the buzzer again. Still nothing. We'd been there for around 5 minutes or so, and we're just beginning to wonder what we were supposed to do. We didn't have a mobile with us; there was no pay phone in the vicinity; and scaling the gate didn't seem that attractive. We could see a couple approaching, and thought they might be Jeff and Carolyn. They came up to the gate, and I asked if they were. They weren't! But, they were there to see Jeff and Carolyn as well. We hadn't known what to expect of the evening, but evidently, we weren't the only guests. I did hope that sex wasn't involved: I wasn't wearing my best underwear. Our new friends, Dan and Carmel, had a mobile phone with them, so they rang, and Jeff came out to open the gate. He was about 5' 10, forty something, a few more pounds round the middle than he'd have preferred and very smartly dressed. In fact, I was the only one in jeans. I'd come straight from work, and was feeling very inelegant all of a sudden. Jeff was also very charming, and both Al and I found ourselves taking an instant shine to him. We went inside to meet Carolyn. A tall, slim, elegant, and similarly charming lady. They took our coats and showed us down the stairs to the dining room. Inside was a beautifully laid table set for eight people. These two really knew how to turn it on. I was liking them already. We had a glass of wine, and went out to the balcony, which has a superb view of Sydney's City skyline. We're both smokers, and Jeff, it turns out, is a passive smoker. Basically, he doesn't buy his own, but he's very happy to steal other peoples. Not that I minded. Apparently, we were going to get a free feed as part of this "meet and greet". And there was me beforehand, worried that it would be more like "meat and two veg." I'd be dealing with. You know...a banana and two plums for dessert!? Ten minutes later or so, Bob and Kate arrived, and very soon we were all chatting away like old friends. Carolyn was in the kitchen sorting out the food, and Jeff was charming everybody in to submission. This guy really knew how to entertain. He took us on a guided tour of the house. Now, I like to think I have a certain amount of class, and that I like fine furnishings and so on. Jeff and Carolyn have excellent taste. This is a truly beautiful home. When you come through the front door, it's on to a landing. Up takes you to the bedrooms, and down to the dining room, and kitchen. A further set of steps takes you down to the lounge room, with another balcony and spa, and a sauna room off to the side. The place seemed to go on forever. Carolyn announced that dinner was served, and we all went back up and tucked in to a fabulous meal. And so it was that 4 couples, all complete strangers a few hours ago, got to know each other rather well. We talked about many subjects, and although we were all acutely aware of why we were there, there was a minimal amount of talk about sex. Jeff explained a little about the format of the party evenings, but on the whole, the subject was avoided. It was a truly wonderful night, that went way beyond what Al and I had been expecting. If this was how they ran their parties, we'd be attending the next for sure. Dinner was over, and I was standing on the balcony, having a cigarette and admiring the view. We rented a place once with a similar vista, and I used to sit on our balcony for hours just looking at it. If you've never seen Sydney's skyline at night, then you've missed one of the great man made spectacles in the world. It is a truly beautiful sight, and I do miss it now that our current place looks north. I looked at my watch. It was 12:30. Where had the time gone? We'd had such a great evening. The six of us left en masse, thanking Carolyn and Jeff for their fantastic hospitality, and went our separate ways. We knew we'd see each other again for sure. The next party was only a couple of weeks away, and I had the feeling that we'd all be there, possibly getting to know each other that bit more intimately. I've told you very little about the other guests intentionally. It's not that we didn't like them, find them attractive or anything else for that matter. It's just that while they were there that evening, they are really only playing bit parts. Dan and Carmel couldn't make it to the party, and aside from an e-mail or two , we've not had any dealings with them. Bob and Kate did give us a lift home as it was on their way. We all talked very enthusiastically about the ensuing party, and you'll meet Bob again later, if only briefly. We sent an e-mail to Jeff and Carolyn the following morning, thanking them for the night, and asking if we could attend the next party. Jeff replied with his now almost trademark charm and flattery, and that was that. We were going to our first sex party. 7:30 Saturday night, and the party was beginning. Trouble was, we were still at home taking far too long to get ready. Obviously, being male, I can make myself look fantastic (ok, better than usual) in a few minutes. Al on the other hand likes to take a good long while sorting her hair out, shaving her legs and pussy, putting her make up on, and then trying to pick one out of a couple of hundred outfits. She looks edible in all of them, and even more so out of them, but if you have to go out in public, nudity is not really an option. So, she eventually chose a black basque, g-string and stockings, topped off with pair of black heels and a mid length black strappy dress. I on the other hand, was wearing a shirt and trousers. It's so much easier being male when it comes to dressing up to go out. We eventually arrived at around 8:20. Fashionably late as we like to call it. Not too late to have missed all the fun, but late enough to let things get going a little. Sure enough, the part was cooking nicely. There was a fine selection of nibbles and canapés on the table, and the drink was flowing. Guava juice and Champagne was the order of the night for Al. A curious drink all in all, and definitely not a man's drink. A bit like Baileys, or those alcoholic fruit drinks. They're girl beer, not man beer. As a friend of mine once said, "That's a girl's drink! If you drink that you'll grow tits!". So I left the mammary enhancer to Al, and stuck to white wine. I know where I am with white wine, and how much gets me drunk. I'd decided to drive that night so that I couldn't drink too much. Nothing worse than going to a sex party and having one too many. Women can get away with it. A tube of lube is a wonderful thing. But guys...if you have to use a splint, you're not going to get much action. We were being social butterflies. We talked to seemingly everyone, if only briefly. Hot food was brought round, (creamy chicken and rice I happened to recall), the drinks kept flowing, and yet again, our hosts had excelled themselves. It was turning into a great evening: and we hadn't even found anyone to play with yet. As time went by, the number of people in the room slowly dwindled as more and more couples and individuals went off to try the spa and whatever other entertainments they fancied. We'd been chatting to Anthony and Monica for a while, and there was obviously an attraction between us. Inevitably, the subject matter turned to sex, and we began to talk very openly about what we wanted. Monica was very quick to point out that she wasn't bi, but was very happy to receive oral sex from a woman. Al was having a cigarette with Anthony on the balcony at the time, and I made a mental note to tell her before she put her head between Monica's legs. Anthony was bi-curious, and had never actually done anything about it. Monica certainly didn't seem to mind, and her eyes lit up when I told her that I was bi. I think she quite fancied the idea of watching her man suck a nice hard cock, and when she began telling me that she loved the feel of a "throbbing cock in her throat" (her words precisely), I began to get an inkling that I was right. The four of us made our way down stairs to the sauna. This is next to the lounge room where a video was playing. On the screen, a very small and cute blonde girl was having her mouth fucked by a very long fat cock. We all watched the video as we got undressed for the sauna. There was cum around her mouth, and I wondered what had gone before. As we left the room, she was just bending over to take the mighty sword from behind. Poor girl was going to get split in two! We all entered the sauna, and turned the heat up high. Within a few minutes, the sweat was pouring off us. Anthony was a good looking, fairly stocky man. Not as well toned as he'd have liked I'm sure, but certainly not fat. He wasn't that hairy either, although I noted that neither he nor Monica shaved. Both Al and I like to keep things nice and tidy. It had been a long time since I'd licked an unshaven pussy, and I think I was quite looking forward to the difference.....assuming that I got a look in. Al was devouring Monica with her eyes, and she was right to do so. Monica was a 5' 8", bob cut redhead, with fantastic C or D cup breasts. I remember thinking that I do love saunas. Various people came in to the sauna, talked with us, and then got out again. We managed to get the temperature up to about 50 degrees and we were all sweating profusely. According to my mum, only horses sweat; men perspire, and ladies glow. Apparently, my mum has never been in a sauna. It was that or we'd all turned in to horses. I checked my cock. No, still not a horse. Al was sitting on the lower bench between my legs, and kept turning her head to lick up and down my inner thigh. My cock was responding accordingly, and I couldn't help but get a hard on. The four of us were just about to get out, when Bob, the guy from the meat and veg night, came in with another woman. I had no idea where his wife Kate was, and neither did he. But he was confident she'd be enjoying herself, and he certainly looked happy. And so he should. He was in the company of a rather pleasant black haired European woman, and he was all over her like a bad suit. Another ladle of water was put on the hot rocks, and that was enough for me. The temperature was up to about 60 degrees, and it was time to leave. The four of us got out of the sauna together and squeezed into the shower. I was first in, and claimed the far corner. Monica sidled up close with her back to me, and my now half- mast cock between the top of her ass cheeks. I put my arms around her, and began to rub the sweat off her chest and thighs. She responded immediately, moaning quietly every time my hands brushed her nipples, and she felt around behind her for my now rapidly hardening member. She grabbed it quite roughly, and just squeezed for a second or two. She relaxed the pressure, and then squeezed again. This made my cock even harder. Something I didn't think was possible at the time. My left hand was now concentrated on her nipples, while my right descended through the thick mat of hair to find her pussy. She was very wet, and not just from the shower. My finder slid inside her very easily. I pulled out and raised my finger to my mouth to lick her juice off. She tasted divine, and I immediately began to masturbate her again. The next time I pulled my finger out, I offered it to Al. Anthony had been fingering her, but had now managed to get down on to his knees in the confined space, and was giving her a tongue bath. He was holding her cleanly shaven pussy lips apart, and licking her clit furiously, all the time trying not to drown in the deluge coming from the shower. Al took my proffered digit into her mouth, and tasted Monica for the first time. She smiled, and flashed me a devilish little grin. I knew then for sure that she'd be heading to the source when she got the chance. Monica escaped the perils of my wondering hands, and dropped to her knees. She turned me slightly so that the shower was hitting my back and promptly started licking around my now aching cock. I wanted to cum all over her face right there and then. I knew I was a while away from cuming, but if she was going to continue licking and scraping her teeth gently over my glans, she'd only bring the moment forward. As least we were in the shower. If I did do the dirty and give her a face full, she'd be able to wash if off easily. I thought about it briefly and decided that perhaps it would not be "good form" to cum over her just yet. Too Good to be True...Surely? And then she simply deep throated me! One moment, it was tongue and lips, the next I could feel my cock deep in her throat, and to cap it all, she had her hands on my ass pulling me further in. This woman truly loved to suck a cock. I was going weak at the knees with her ministrations, but there was no respite. She kept pulling me further and further in to her mouth. If she'd wanted to, I reckon she'd have had my balls in there as well. I began to wonder if she could lick my ass at the same time! Al was still getting the treatment from Anthony's tongue. We looked at each other, and just grinned. We'd had a plan before the party. If we didn't hook up with anyone, we'd just wonder around "helping out" other couples by sucking and licking whoever we found that was willing. Our plan was out of the window for sure as we were now the ones receiving. Bonus! There's only so much shower sex that I can take, and there were a couple of people waiting to use it as well. So, we all got out and started to dry ourselves off. Anthony suggested we go and find a room upstairs and we all readily agreed. Monica had done some sterling work, and I was eager to return the favor. Al nipped of to the toilet downstairs, and the remaining three of went off in search of a nice comfortable bed. There were three rooms available. The first one had the door open. It was a private room, but the occupants could choose whether they wanted to leave the door open or not. They'd gone for the public option. On the bed was a man. He was being very slowly masturbated by the woman who was sitting next to him. He was naked, and she was fully dressed. I stopped to watch for a moment. She would wank him for a few strokes, and then drop her head and lick round the head of his hard cock. Then she'd wank him some more. He looked like he was enjoying himself. The second room was the mattress room. This is an open door room with no privacy whatsoever. Somehow, I don't think those inside were overly concerned with the fact that others were watching. It had an en suite bathroom and massage room attached, so there was always going to be a steady flow of people through the room. A woman was lying on the bed. She was face down, but resting her weight on her left arm. Her right arm was casually draped over her back, and she was gently fingering her own ass and pussy. On the far side of the bed was another woman who I assumed was on top of an unseen man. She was busy bouncing up and down and having a good time, while bed woman licked her nipples. I stopped to watch them for a minute or two. The lights were very dim in the room, and it was difficult to see beyond the fucking threesome, but I think there was another couple beyond them as well. It all looked rather enjoyable, and I was sorely tempted to go in and help them all out: especially the bed woman. I thought she might appreciate a tongue in her ass. I was snapped out of my voyeuristic reverie by a hand grabbing my cock and pulling me away towards the third and only empty room. Monica was ready to go, and wasn't taking no for an answer. We piled into the room, and fell on to the bed, making sure to leave the door open so that Al could find us when she arrived. Anthony and I immediately began to suck on Monica's hard nipples. They were very sensitive, and with one each to concentrate on, she was soon moaning and wiggling around beneath us. I slid my finger in to her pussy again. She was soaking wet as before, but this time, there was no water from the shower. I sucked on her nipple for a few minutes, and then slid down to return her oral favor of earlier. I pulled her lips apart, making sure to move as much of her pubic hair out of the way as I could, and then dived right in. I heard a squeal of delight followed by a long sigh as I moved my tongue up to her clit and began to gently flick around it. And I'd been right with my first assessment of her taste. It was divine. There is nothing in the world that I've found that compares to a pussy. It has a taste all of its own and no two are the same. A female voice behind me said "Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" It was Al. I moved away from Monica's now soaking pussy, and offered it to Al. She just dropped to her knees and moved forward. Monica looked up and saw what Al was about to do. She backed away a little and told Al that she wouldn't be returning the favor as it wasn't her thing, and she didn't like giving. (oops....forgot all about that mental note I made earlier, I really should write things down more often). Al just smiled and dropped her head, between Monica's thighs and said, "that's OK, I do!". Monica collapsed back on the bed, and Anthony and I went back to licking her nipples while she was taken to heaven on the end of my wife's multi-talented tongue. After some time, we all moved around. Al was sucking on Anthony's fat cock while Monica was back deep throating me. Damn woman was insatiable, and yet again, her hands were on my ass pulling me deeper into her throat. I was on my knees, and she was sprawled across the bed, leaning on an elbow. I couldn't take any more, and my knees gave way. She somehow managed to keep my cock in her mouth as I collapsed, and kept sucking away. In my now prostrate position, I managed to move her around until I could get my head between her legs, and we began to 69. Anthony then pulled away from Al's mouth and asked me if I wanted to fuck Monica. I did for sure, but I told him I'd rather watch them for a while first. With that, he grabbed Monica, flipped her onto her back, and then climbed on top, slipping easily between her very wet lips. Al went back to sucking her nipples, and I positioned myself next to her head so that she could continue sucking my aching cock. I was actually thinking that I was being a little greedy, but the ravenous way in which she devoured my whole length once again, convinced me that I was only keeping her happy. Anthony was pounding her remorselessly, and I slid next to her on the bed, my cock within easy reach of her mouth of course. She stopped sucking for a moment, and Anthony asked if he could try. I was only too happy to oblige, and he instantly took my cock head in his mouth, and had his first taste of a man. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. He was pumping Monica like a steam engine, and eating cock at the same time (a personal favorite of my own as it happens). It always makes me cum quickly though, so I have to be careful. Anthony began to find it a little difficult to concentrate on both, and Al came round to takeover the cock sucking duties. She sucked me for a few moments, covering my cock with a generous coating of saliva, and then started wanking me furiously. It was too much for me, and 30 seconds later, my cum was everywhere. She bent down and licked my cock head clean. It sent shivers through me, and I had to ask her to stop. It was too much. Anthony was now having a rest as well. The four of us relaxed on the bed, had a drink of water and cleaned up a little. My post orgasmic sensitivity had subsided, and I really felt like taking a nap. It was well gone midnight now, and I was a feeling a little jaded. I was lying next to Monica, with her ass nestled up against my now flaccid cock. Al was lying next to Anthony, casually rubbing his cock while he played with her nipples. We both love watching the other having fun, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was far from exhausted yet. Despite all the goings on, I was the one currently sitting pretty at the top of the orgasm charts. I knew my night's work was far from over! Somewhere else in the house, we could hear a woman climbing slowly towards her own climax. She was moaning, urging her partner to make her cum. She was so close, and we all began to urge her on; wanting to hear that defining cry as she reached her peak. She was really screaming. I'm glad I wasn't in close proximity to her! We opened the door so that we could better hear her. She was still climbing and climbing, and I began to think that she'd never get there. And then, finally, she made it, and the relief was palpable. The tension shattered. We'd all been spell bound by the sounds, and each of us took a huge breath and almost collapsed with her. I am an unabashed voyeur, and love the sounds and sights of sex. Al is really no different, and the brief interlude had got her going once more, and she was now sucking on Anthony's cock again. It really was quite fat. As the old joke goes, he's only got 4 inches, but some women don't like it that wide. It always amazes me how Al can fit so much in her mouth without choking. Monica and I watched in fascination, and Al offered me a suck. I didn't really fancy anything at the time. I was still in post orgasm land, and I knew it would be a few minutes before I was ready to go again. Monica then slid her hand around my cock, and began her little squeezing technique. Within moments, I was pushing up against her ass, while I licked her ear lobes, and nuzzled her neck. I was suddenly raring to go. She reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed a condom from the bowl. Al had done the same and was lowering herself very slowly on to Anthony. I slipped the condom on, and thrust my self into Monica's hot tight pussy from behind. She was so wet again. It was like a river and I pushed deep into her. I slowly pulled out until just the tip of my cock was inside her, and then thrust in hard, right up to the hilt. She moaned loudly, and I repeated the action again and again, each time eliciting a louder moan. I felt a weight on the bed behind me, and looked round to see that another couple had joined us. We were now five on the bed. She was a rather attractive blonde with her husband's nice sized cock in her mouth. She lay on the bed while he stood next to her. I reached behind, and managed to put a couple of fingers in her drenched pussy. She seemed more than happy with that, and he certainly wasn't complaining. I wouldn't have been complaining if she'd been sucking my cock either. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then Monica asked to change position. She rolled onto her back, and pulled her knees to her shoulders. I needed no second invitation. Her wet slippery lips were wide open and in real need of a cock, and I slipped my rock hard member back into her as far as I could. While all this was going on, Al was having mini orgasm after mini orgasm on the end of Anthony. She was still on top of him, pulling herself right up, and then dropping herself on his thick shaft. Her tits were so firm, and her nipples were like bullets, and I could see her cum running down his length and matting his pubic hair. I was still sliding in and out of Monica, and her legs were now wrapped around me, pulling me inside her, in exactly the same way she'd done when sucking me earlier. She whispered to me "don't move", and I stopped. She began to move her hips, rotating and gently gyrating around my cock. I could feel the tension in her mounting as she rubbed her clit against me, and slowly worked herself towards an earth shattering climax. Al had ceased her frantic fucking of Anthony, and was wiggling around in the same way that Monica was. Their collective moans were getting louder and louder, and I could hear Anthony grunting, obviously getting close himself. And then the orgasmic floodgates opened. Monica jerked against me, almost screaming as she came. I pumped into her again, and she grabbed me with arms and legs, kissing me, urging me to keep fucking her as her orgasm continued unabated. This was all that Al and Anthony needed, and they both came at the same time, adding their own moans to the almost deafening Monica. We all moved very gently against one another for while. I continued to slide gently in and out of Monica's now rather overly sensitive pussy. I had no real desire to cum again, and Monica was in no condition to do anything meaningful for the next few minutes. So, I just kept up the gentle stimulation while she lay there in a vague stupor, smiling very happily. She slid over and kissed Anthony, who was in a similar condition. Al was sitting almost triumphantly on top of him, rather content with her own state of being, and the fact that he'd finally cum. The couple that had joined us briefly, had long gone, and the four of us fell apart and found our own little bit of bed. I looked at the clock. 1:40 a.m. Fuck! We'd been in there for a couple of hours at least. Seemed like only a few minutes. We sorted ourselves out, and wandered back downstairs to retrieve our clothes. There were three couples left, and we were two of them. Everyone else had cum and gone. We got dressed, and headed back up to the bar area. I needed a cigarette badly. On the table were the remnants of the midnight sweets and coffee that Jeff and Carolyn had laid out, and a plate of chocolate brownies caught my eye. I needed the sugar more than the nicotine. That could wait. Carolyn and Jeff were running around tidying up, and as before, always being fantastic hosts. They asked if we'd enjoyed the party, and of course, we had; much more than we had time to explain. Al asked if they'd had a chance to party themselves as they seemed to have been busy all evening. Rather sadly they hadn't, but they were more than happy with they way the evening had gone. Apparently, it happens that way sometimes. We all said our good byes and thanks, and headed off home, exchanging contact details as we went. I was still buzzing when we walked through the front door and sent Jeff and Carolyn an email thanking them once again for an excellent evening. It really is a shame that they didn't get to play. I had a response the following day saying that we were more than welcome, and if we ever just wanted to drop by, we should. And perhaps we might just do that one day soon. Perhaps we will drop in on Jeff and Carolyn. And perhaps we'll show our appreciation in a manner more...appropriate.