6 comments/ 83877 views/ 6 favorites A Night at the Jungle By: lilyandstoney Stoney and I are always looking for something new and erotic to keep our marriage with just the right amount of spice, so we were thrilled to learn of a very private, very exclusive swing club in a nearby metropolitan area. The place is called the Jungle and when we called Jack, the owner, to find out more, we learned that the Jungle was actually in a residential neighborhood. Jack interviewed us both on the phone for roughly half and hour. We liked that he was so thorough. Jack assured us that he only accepted members who were both experienced and comfortable with the swinging lifestyle and who were also professional people. He was glad to hear about our backgrounds and told us we would be a good compliment to the many doctors, lawyers, accountants and other professionals who frequent the Jungle. Once he had accepted our membership, he told us it was b.y.o.b. and that hors devours would be served. Then he very clearly went over the other rules, such as “no means no!” and there are no exceptions, the dress code, no fucking on my pool table! etc. He then gave us the address and told us when the next party date was and told us where to park. The guests were to park in the parking lot at a police station only three blocks away and a limo would be by to shuttle everyone to the Jungle. The next party was for that next Saturday and we arrived promptly at the police station parking lot at 9pm. There were about a half dozen other cars parked there and we noticed couples waiting inside the vehicles. It was a cool fall evening and no one was standing outside. Sure enough, in about 5 minutes, a black limo pulled up and we noticed several couples get in. The limo quickly filled so Stoney and I and another couple said we would wait for the next one. We got back in our cars and the limo driver returned in about another 10 minutes. The Jungle turned out to be a large city lot with a large home at the back of the lot, a smaller home in front and a small bungalow in between. The house in front is rental property, so the access to the back is only a driveway up the side of the property. The back house and bungalow are completely surrounded by what must be an eight or ten foot fence as well as much tall shrubbery around the fence such as bamboo and other tall plants and trees. Jack and his wife greeted us at the gate. We walked through the very tall gate, into a patio area with a large pool to the left which wrapped around the side of the house. As the weather had already cooled, Jack had drained the pool except for the deep end which was now about 4 feet deep. He said he did this so it was not a problem keeping it warm all winter and it made a nice warm pool (actually it was almost as warm as a hot tub) if anyone wanted to get in. Since it was still early when we arrived, everyone was still clothed, and appeared to be just as Jack had described, very professional and upper class. Jack’s lovely wife, who was dressed in a beautiful and very revealing black evening gown, plunging neckline down to her flat stomach and slit up the sides to her firm hips, gave us a tour of the Jungle. It turns out, Jack and his wife live in the main house in the back, but confine their living quarters to the upstairs area. This left the downstairs, pool and patio and the bungalow for partying. The downstairs contained a nice living room with a big fluffy pit group, which was open to the kitchen area. Here, we labeled the bottles of merlot we had brought and were shown the wonderful variety of snacks laid out in a nice Hawaiian style presentation. We were told that sex was allowed anywhere on the premises except for the kitchen area, the pool table and the pool. Then she led us into the game room where there were people playing darts and pool. The game room adjoined a restroom, complete with plenty of towels, feminine hygiene products, condoms, etc. We then went out the side door to a sitting area which had two love swings hanging from the overhead balcony and we saw that Jack had covered the pool with heavy plexyglass in his effort to winterize the pool area. There was a table on the plexyglass so people in the pool could see us and we could see them. I quickly made a mental note of that for later. Then she led us out to the bungalow. This turned out to be the heart of the Jungle. The bungalow was actually another small house that had been transformed into one large party area. You walked into a long hallway which was equipped with a long clothes rack and a seemingly endless supply of robes. She instructed us that we could get comfortable here and were free to roam either with or without a robe, everywhere except the kitchen area, and must be robed there. At the end of the long wide hallway was a nice changing room, complete with makeup table and another restroom. At each end of the long hallway was an opening which led into a horseshoe with two adjoining rooms. One room was the group room. It was a large room that had an open area at one end, and the other end was covered with wall to wall mattresses. She made it clear that anything goes here, and even though no still meant no, it was pretty well understood that if you were on the mattresses, you were open to anything. This room also contained a Sybian and a big screen tv that was showing erotic movies. The last room was called the voyeur room. This room had a very high bed that was framed and padded all around. We were told that no one was to interfere with couples on the voyeur bed unless they were invited, but anyone was free to watch the action. The back half of this room also contained four other areas that were only semi-private. These areas have mattresses on the floor and are only partitioned by floor length curtains. Again, you were free to watch, but could only join if invited. With our tour complete, she then kissed up both, told us once more “Welcome to the Jungle, we hope you have a wonderful time”, then she disappeared to escort the next newcummers. By now, people had began to get out of their clothes and most were donning the robes that were available, though some were just enjoying being nude. Stoney and I made our way to the changing room. I checked my makeup and we hung up our clothes and each found a nice robe that fit, and we were ready to meet new friends. We returned to the kitchen area. Stoney poured us a couple of glasses of wine and we just kind of mingled around a bit getting accustomed to the surroundings. There were three younger couples in the game room area, playing pool. In the living room area, we noticed two couples getting very well acquainted. We had some light snacks, finished our wine and Stoney poured us another before we went out to the side patio with the plexyglass floor. There was no one down in the pool below us, but there was a young woman in one of the hanging swings and a guy was kissing her breasts and neck. Another couple, closer to our age, (Stoney and I are both mid-40’s) was seated at the nearby table and we asked to join them. Introductions were made and we made small talk about the Jungle. They had been a few times before and reaffirmed what Jack and his wife had told us. There would be no trouble here. No jealous spouses and everyone here was experienced to one degree or another at the swinging lifestyle. After visiting a while and finishing our wine, Stoney went back in to pour us another glass. The young couple at the swing left to go to the bungalow and when Stoney returned, he set the wine on the table, but stayed standing behind me. As we visited with our new friends, Stoney began massaging my neck and shoulders. It didn’t take him long to begin running his strong hands down the opening of my robe, pushing the fabric aside so he could massage my breasts. The other couple both commented on how beautiful my breasts were. Without hesitation, the woman reached over and began running her soft hand over my right breast, moving her hands in such a way as to bring my firm nipple to a point between her thumb and index finger. This broke the ice and soon she was kneeling between my legs, swirling her tongue around my breasts as her hands rubbed up and down my legs. As she began expertly kissing and tonguing her way down my stomach, I slid gently forward in the chair. Stoney stepped up to the side of the chair, his robe open and his cock hanging beautifully in a semi erect state. As the woman lingered her wet tongue around my naval, Stoney leaned forward so I could flick my tongue over the head of his cock. The warm breath below kept moving lower at an agonizingly slow pace, causing my hips to gyrate upwards towards the source of the warm breath and wet tongue. My eyes closed briefly as I ran my tongue along the underside of Stoney’s shaft. The velvet tongue finally brushed over my quickly swelling clit, causing me to exhale deeply. My eyes popped open only to find another cock on my right side. The woman’s husband had a short, but thick cock, with a heavy droplet of precum hanging precariously from its tip. I looked up into his anticipating eyes as I flicked my tongue out to capture the precious cream. Feeling my orgasm rapidly building from the magnificent tonguing I was receiving, I was both shocked and frustrated when the woman abruptly stopped, rose up and said, “Okay, time to slow down a bit. We don’t want to do too much too fast! After all, the night is young.” Then she smiled, kissed me very deeply, giving me a taste of my juices and asked her husband for a drink. Stoney went inside with him and I told her she was tormenting me terribly, that I was only moments away from an incredible orgasm. She said, “Yes, I sensed that, but now you will be insatiable and as hot as you are, I’m sure there are lots of men here who will want a shot at you!” Then she scolded me when my fingers absent mindedly drifted down to my clit, telling me, “Stop that! Let your first orgasm build up for a while longer.” It was torturous, but I could see the wisdom in her words and forced myself think about starving children in Africa. It was then that I noticed for the first time how chilly it was getting outside. I closed up my robe and we headed back inside just as Stoney and the other man were coming back out. We all went inside and the other couple finally went their separate way. I had noticed several people going down into the pool to the makeshift hot tub and really wanted to check it out, so away we went. There were three guys and four women there when we got there. They ranged from early 20’s to about our ages. Everyone had kind of formed a sort of natural circle in the water and was just visiting. A young man broke the circle and invited us in beside him. He was maybe in his late 20’s, and his wife was just an adorable little thing that looked no older than 22 or 23. They were a very good looking young couple. As we stood there in the pool making small talk and flirting with one another, whenever someone would say something funny, the young man would turn towards me to laugh and brush his cock against my side. I couldn’t help but reach down and take his shaft in my hand (already had Stoney’s cock in my other hand.) Stoney noticed what I was doing and was grinning with approval. Couples were coming and going from the hot tub and soon the young man’s wife said, “Let’s go into the bungalow”. The group sort of broke up after that so Stoney and I decided to go see what was going on there as well. We walked into the ‘anything goes’ room where several people were gathered around a woman riding the Sybian. There were 3 women and five men in various stages of intercourse on the mattress area. Once here, Stoney said he was going to go get us more wine and left me unattended. It seems that was what all of the men were waiting for. As you can see from my bio picture, I keep myself in good shape. As soon as Stoney left, I began receiving offers from the men in the room. I told them I was most intrigued by the Sybian as I had never experienced one. Well, after the girl said she had all she could handle, she got off. Someone took the “cock” part of the machine in to wash it. Another woman quickly spoke up and said she was next. As we all gathered around her in a circle, I had cocks and hands brushing and caressing me all over. One guy finally stepped up behind me and nestled his cock right in between my butt cheeks. I had positioned myself behind the woman on the Sybian and once she began, I bent over slightly so I could fondle her breasts. This pressed my butt up firmly against the firm cock behind me. He began slowly humping his cock as it lay snuggled between my cheeks. It only took the woman about 2 minutes for the machine to send the woman over the top as she screamed out her orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. She quickly stood up off the machine and proclaimed, “That thing’s dangerous!” Everyone had a good laugh at that. About that time, Stoney returned with more wine. Someone else brought back the Sybian cock, all cleaned and ready for the next rider. The cock rubbing my cheeks had me wet and ready, so I jumped at the chance to be next. Stoney quickly moved over to the control. I knew that I was in for a ride! If you’ve never ridden or seen a Sybian, it is multi-directional. The cock moves both up and down and also gyrates in circles. Add to that, the adjustable vibrations and speeds and you have a girl’s best friend! As I was already wet, the cock slid easily into me. After the earlier near orgasm and the flirting I had been doing, the cock by itself felt magnificent, but when Stoney turned it on low speed, I knew I was in for a wonderful ride. As you are straddling the Sybian, the vibrations hit you directly on the clit, which made my eyes roll back in my head. The in and out motion is nice and steady, just like a regular intercourse, but the gyrations take it all to a whole new level. If men could do that with their cocks, I can assure you, there would be a lot more sex going on in the world! Stoney, being the tease that he is, keep the machine at a torturously slow speed for what seemed an eternity. It was just fast enough to feel magnificent, but not fast enough to send me over the top. I was lost in it and didn’t even realize my nipples were being played with. When Stoney began to speed things up a bit, it took no time at all for my orgasm to come rolling up like a tidal wave. I felt my body go limp, my head roll back and wave after wave of intense orgasm swept through my body. I immediately understood why the previous girl had said the thing was dangerous! Of course Stoney, who knows all the intricacies of my body, worked the controls in such a way to send me through one orgasm after another. When Stoney finally stopped the damned thing, my body was a wreck! With the previous girls, only the cock had to be cleaned, but after I had gushed all over the place, the whole machine had to be cleaned! How embarrassing! But what an experience it was. Stoney and another man kind of drug me limply over to the corner to compose myself. The other man said he hated seeing all the sweet juice go to waste and asked if he could clean me. “NO!” I screamed. “Maybe later, but right now, no one can get close to my clit!” Stoney handed me my wine glass, which I quickly drank. Once I was beginning to get myself together again, he left to get another refill. No one else was going to ride the Sybian just then, so I focused my attention on the people on the mattresses. A plump redhead about 50 was getting a nice missionary pounding from a man about her age. All I could tell about him was that he had a nice thick cock and really hairy ass. I seem to notice that more since Stoney and I are both clean shaven. We find it just makes oral sex much more enjoyable for both parties. About that time, the young couple from the pool came in and lay on the mattress nearest me. The young man told me how great I looked riding the Sybian. I managed to scoot myself over to the mattress so we could talk. The young man was very handsome. He was maybe 6’ tall and 180 or 190. He had light brown hair and a near hairless body which was well defined. His wife was about my size, 5’2, but a little heavier than me, maybe 125 pounds. She had curly reddish blonde hair and a lovely body with nice firm D-cup breasts and nicely trimmed bush. We all complimented one another’s bodies, and when I told him what a lovely cock he had, I reached down and gently took it in my hand. He instinctively unfolded his legs and leaned back slightly, giving me easy access to what I had found. Almost simultaneously, his wife and I moved into position on either side of him to give him a duel blowjob. As my tongue found the tip of his cock, his wife began licking his balls. After a few minutes of teasing him mercilessly, we finally began trailing our tongues up and down the sides of his shaft. We began a sort of game, trying to kiss our way through his cock. Our top lips touching on the top of his shaft, while our tongues danced with one another along the bottom. We kept this up for some time and his cock was hard enough to drive nails with. We would then alternate sucking his cock, while the other licked his balls, which were drawn up as tight as a leather sheath. When he announced that he was about to cum, our tongues battled at the tip for the savory fluids. We each got a nice mouthful of his man juice, then took turns licking each other clean and passionately kissing. Our tongues traded the delectable treat from mouth to mouth. She whispered, “Your husband sure knows how to use his fingers.” It was then that I noticed Stoney had returned and lay beside her where could watch us and reach up to fondle her clit and vagina. I climbed over her flaccid husband and quickly slid under her until her clit was right above my tongue. I flicked over her clit and began licking Stoney’s fingers of the sweet juice. When Stoney leaned over to kiss my forehead, I told him to fuck her good while I tongued her clit. He had her dripping wet and his thick cock easily slid into her wet tunnel as she let loose a long low groan. My tongue began dancing over her clit and Stoney’s smooth ballsack. It was such a beautiful sight to see my loving husband’s rock hard cock slowly sliding into this tight young body. For the first time, I began to have some sort of idea as to why my husband enjoys watching me have sex. It was mesmerizing from this angle seeing my husband’s lovely cock withdraw right to the very ridge of his cockhead, hesitate slightly, then slowly disappear back inside her. Each long slow stroke brought a low moan from her young body. Soon, the precious young minx began writhing uncontrollably as her orgasm overtook her. Stoney was no longer fucking her, she was fucking him. Or more precisely, she was riding his cock like a banshee, slamming her body back against him. I lapped away at the fluids seeping from her swollen lips. As her orgasm began to subside, Stoney took over once more. He began fucking her in earnest, having no mercy on her tormented vagina as it spasmed in a continuous orgasm. He held her tight hips firmly in his hands as he quickly got to his feet so he could drive his cock even deeper into her. His balls continuously slapped against her clit and my tongue and her juices flowed in a torrent. I could tell my loving husband was giving this young vixen the fucking of her life, when he suddenly changed angles slightly, tightened his grip and slammed her sopping wet pussy to the hilt and let out a long low groan as his balls emptied inside her young body. As he always does, he then slowly rocked back and forth, buried inside her, as his cock released the last of its contents. My tongue was a flurry of activity, lapping away at the combined juices flowing from her opening, around the base of my husband’s spent cock. When he slowly pulled from her, I reached up to firmly pull her down to me, so that her opening met my waiting mouth. My tongue probed deep into her cum filled orifice. Their combined juices a magnificent treat that I will not soon forget. A Night at the Jungle Her body fell limply into her husband’s waiting arms, her face looking like she was in a trance. Several members in the room began applauding what they had just been witness to. I climbed up into my husband’s arms and showered him with kisses as I told him how much I love him. Stoney was ready to collapse, so we moved over to an empty spot on the mattresses, our feet to the crowd standing nearby. As Stoney nestled his head on my shoulder and gently suckled my right nipple, another man, about 40, a big biker type with a goatee, moved to my other side and began caressing my other breast. He was about 6’2, 250 lbs., but had a rather small looking cock. As I was enjoying the attention being given to my breasts, a black man (he is one of the few people who I remember their names) named Dan climbed between my legs and began tonguing my clit. It had been long enough since I had ridden the Sybian that it actually felt great having it touched again. Dan was quite proficient at cunnilingus and I heard him telling Stoney how much he appreciated that I was smoothly shaven. I laid back and closed my eyes, lost in the pleasure from 3 very sensuous tongues. Stoney has a way of rolling or curling his tongue up around my nipple that just drives me wild. The biker was squeezing my other breast quite firmly and suckling my nipple like a feeding infant. Dan was expertly pressing the skin back on my hood to expose my sensitive clit to his flickering tongue. My mind tried desperately to focus on all three sensations, but was on some kind of system overload. The sensitivity and all the wine Stoney had been giving me really had my head lost in the clouds. But things got a lot clearer when I felt Dan positioning himself between my legs, rubbing his hot, throbbing cockhead up and down my wet slit. I opened my eyes just long enough to look down and see a nice thick eight inch cock preparing to enter me. Dan slowly sank almost the entire length of his rock hard shaft into me with one stroke. By the third slow stroke, he had fully penetrated my wetness and just held it there so I could feel his cockhead throbbing gently against my cervix. The thickness was delicious, but the best part was the hardness of his shaft. Velvety smooth inside me, but unyielding its girth to my contracting muscles. It seems another woman had taken to sucking the biker’s cock, so he turned away to focus on her. Stoney continued to suckle my breasts and shower my neck and face with light tender kisses as Dan settled in to a slow steady rhythm. Stoney moved up above my head and I was able to tilt my head back and take his cock in my mouth. As I did this, Stoney pulled my legs back, completely opening me up to my new lover. Dan raised himself up on his toes and hands and was able to drive his shaft straight down into my opening. In this position, as he picked up his pace, his body slapped against my swollen clit with each deep penetrating stroke. It soon became quite apparent that Dan had tremendous stamina and staying power. It took quite a while for my orgasm to build, but his incessant long hard strokes finally got the better of me. I felt it building deep in my loins. Often, my orgasms seem to build for quite some time, but with the intensity of the stroking my wet tunnel was receiving, the orgasm seems to come out of nowhere, sweeping violently over me and sending me convulsing and writhing under the cock that impaled my body. Like a wave crashing against the rocks, my orgasm left as quickly as it had arrived. The thick shaft inside me began to slow, trying to bring me down slowly. Dan was no where near his orgasm, but had worked up a thick sweat. He brought his stroking to a near stop, just very slowly sinking it back up into me as he kissed me deeply. “I want to save this cum for later” Dan said, “but don’t go away, sweet lady. I want some more of you.” I think I mentioned something about wild horses and Dan laughed, kissed my forehead and withdrew from my swollen lips. I rolled over so I could focus on my husbands cock but he suggested we relax for while. We spent the next hour or so just getting to know some of the regulars there, having a light snack and just watching some of the action. I ran into the young couple we had been with earlier. The husband was playing pool and his sweet young wife was sitting sheepishly in the corner. “Are you alright?” I asked her. “Yes.” She replied “I’m just done. Your husband really did me good.” I laughed, “Well, sweetie, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Just then her husband noticed me there and came over. He told me that before we all left, they wanted to give us their phone number in case we ever wanted to get together. I was flattered that such a hot young couple half our ages would be interested in swinging with us. Eventually, Stoney and I made our way back out to the bungalow, but the scene was much different than earlier. Men who had been standing around with perpetual hardons were now sitting quietly, flaccidly around just hoping to get up enough energy to go again before the night ended. Consequently, the Sybian had once more become a popular hang out for the ladies. We watched a couple of different women have mind blowing orgasms on the machine. A few people had paired off. Dan’s lovely black wife was giving Jack, our host, what looked to be a terrific blowjob. I noticed this particularly because Jack was a freak. His smallish frame, maybe 5’8 and 140 pounds, sports what must be a 10 inch cock and quite thick. I made a mental note of that. As many of the men were spent, several women had begun to pair off. We finally made our way into the voyeur room. A white woman about 40 and a black man about 30 were going at it on the voyeur bed and several couples were gathered around watching the action. They were putting on a good show, but eventually, Stoney pulled me down the little curtained off hallway that led into the semi-private curtained areas. We found an empty one and laid down in each others arms. After a good bit of heavy petting, Stoney finally had me on top of him in a 69, with my butt to the opening. I was really getting into sucking his cock and having his tongue lapping at my juices when I felt a cockhead parting my lips. As it slid deep into me, I knew right away that Dan was back. Stoney continued flicking away at my clit as Dan stroked me from behind. After a bit of this, in this position, he began rubbing his finger around my butt. With one hand, I reached back and pulled my cheeks open for him. He took the cue and slowly inserted just one finger and began rubbing the thin membrane between his cock and finger, sending shivers through me. Stoney soon picked up his pace and began thrusting his delicious cock up into my throat. I began stroking his wet cock with my hand, holding just the cockhead in my lips, flicking my tongue over the head. This always sends him over the top and he soon exploded his delicious seed into the back of my throat. I swallowed his cock deep down my throat and used my tongue as a vacuum, pulling his seed from its shaft. Stoney had his thumbs on either side of my clit as he lay under me, exposing it for his assault. His tongue flicking over my clit, adding to the sensation of the shaft penetrating my wetness and the thick finger that probed my butt. I lay my head against Stoney’s cock, my breasts against his stomach as I pushed my butt back against the invading digits. Once again, I felt my body begin to succumb to the inevitably building orgasm. The finger and cock were soon more than I could handle as my body jerked uncontrollably into yet another explosion of passion and pleasure. My sweet husband was engaged in a futile attempt to lap up all of my squirting nectar. Dan knew perfectly how to accommodate my orgasm and played my body like an instrument, adjusting his speed and thrusting motion to prolong my spasms. Animalistic sounds escaped my lungs as the orgasms came, one after another, succumbing to the prowess of my lover, coupled with my husbands expert tongue. I was in a daze as my body began to come down from its high. I heard him say that he was about to cum. This brought new life into my ravaged body. “Where would you like to put that cum?” I asked. He replied, “I would absolutely love to cum down your throat.” With that, I slowly pulled forward off his throbbing cock and he reluctantly pulled his probing finger from my ass. Stoney moved over to the side so Dan could lie on the mattress. I crawled between his legs, crouching low like a tiger I looked deep into his eyes as I slowly approached his throbbing cock. Running my fingernails lightly up his inner thighs, his body quivered as I took his hardness into my soft hands. With both hands I stroked lightly up and down the shaft, finally pulling the tip to my wet lips. His cock was just gorgeous. A tuft of hair above the shaft, but the sides and his ballsack were smooth. His balls were drawn up tight against his cock, ready to explode, but I wanted to torment him first. With his cock in my hand, I pulled it down against his body, the back of my hand resting against his stomach and my thumb and fingers gently holding the sides, keeping it from springing loose and up to my mouth. I placed my tongue right at the back of his ballsack and lightly flicked it from side to side, up over the sack to the base of his shaft. Very slowly, I continue flicking my wet tongue, side to side, up the bottom of his raging cock. He groaned uncontrollably. Once I reached the cockhead, I tongued the precum from its shining tip, covered my teeth with my wet lips and covered the shaft like a harmonica as I slowly moved my wet mouth up and down the underside of the throbbing shaft, savoring my juices that coated it. My tongue flickering mercilessly from tip to sack and back again. I loved the power I had over this strong black man who twisted uncontrollably under me. When he could no longer stand it, he took me by the hair and guided my mouth to his cockhead, which I eagerly swallowed as deeply as I could. He groaned loudly as I took him into my throat. In no time at all, as my hands gently caressed and fondled his taut sack, I felt his cockhead begin to swell deep in my throat. I quickly plunged his engorged member in and out of my throat as his body flexed into a contorted heap of uncontrolled ecstasy. I could feel the wave of man juice come flooding up the length of his shaft and explode into my hungry mouth like I had just bitten a water balloon. My throat and mouth quickly filled to its capacity and spilled out onto his body. Surge after surge of thick sweet cum flooded from his shaft as I hungrily feasted on him. As enthralled as I was on the task at hand, I was far from oblivious from the guttural moans escaping his ridged body. I worked his shaft with my hand and tongue, milking the last of his fluid. Then I went about busily lapping his cum from his stomach and upper thighs, where it had spilled from my lips. Dan was near comatose at this point. The look on his face spoke volumes and I smiled with pride knowing this was a night he would not soon forget. As soon as we all composed ourselves, we got up and returned to the group room. The voyeur room was empty, several people were now asleep in the group room and only a few people were even still awake. We exchanged phone numbers with Dan before we left, but the young couple had apparently left while we were busy. We have returned to the Jungle a few times since then, and have had some wild times there, but as with most things, the first time is always the most memorable.