2 comments/ 88315 views/ 3 favorites Decision Time By: oldfogey (Author’s note: This continues the story of Larry and Lucy. I hope you enjoy it. It is chapter 3 of this series and, while fiction, closely parallels an experience my wife and I had with new found friends in the northwest corner of Texas. And, no, these names are not their real ones either.) ***** We left the student hotel the next morning after a final ‘confirming’ enjoyment of each other’s wives (and they of us). I couldn’t believe that in the space of less than two weeks my lovely wife had been fucked by two men, both of whom wanted her as much as I, and shown the same respect I would hope all men show their partners. Lucy was sleeping soundly, wedged against the passenger door, her pillow against the window, one leg up on the seat, the other on the floor, as I drove. I was having a hard time staying awake too. It had been a long, fun filled night and only the fact that 75 miles separated us from home sustained me. I smiled to myself as I remembered how wonderful that had been. Adriana has been just as enjoyable as I could have ever dreamed. Seeing Mark bring Lucy from one orgasm to another almost all night long had really turned me on, inspiring me to do the same to his wife. My back had the marks to prove that. I wasn’t sure that Mark hadn’t been pulling my leg and just trying to set up another tryst with Lucy when, as we got ready to leave he took me aside and promised to set me up with some friends in our home town with whom he and Adriana had been swinging for four years. The phone number and first names were on the piece of paper in my shirt pocket. “Call them,” he said with a smile. “And the first date you and they decide to meet, we’ll come up and make it three couples. That will help break the ice, and it gives us more variety too. We’ve learned over the years that you always make groups of couples in odd numbers. Don’t bother to try to figure out why, it just works better that way.” I hadn’t. My brain wasn’t functioning that well anyway, especially after that final bout with Adriana. So, with a final pounding of each others shoulders and a hug for our respective partners, we set out for home. I looked at Lucy again and smiled. Even asleep she was smiling. She told me that as much as she had liked seeing Mark and Lucy again, she wished that we had done it first in separate rooms. I didn’t care one way or another. I don’t think it hampered my enjoyment of Adriana a bit, and it certainly didn’t seem to slow Lucy down, but I was learning to defer to her ideas of how to arrange a sex party. I still had my mind on the new couple when I felt her stir. Glancing over, I saw her straighten her body, yawn and stretch, while looking around to see where we were. “Just a few more miles, honey, and we’ll have you home.” I told her as we turned of the interstate. “M-m, good,” she replied. “I need to brush my teeth. I’ve got this awful taste in my mouth.” “It couldn’t have anything to do with that cum sandwich Mark gave you before we left, could it?” She smacked my arm hard enough to smart, and laughed. “You have no room to talk. You won’t need to floss for a week with all of Adriana’s cunt hairs between your teeth.” “Well since we both brushed before we left, I don’t guess we can blame that on our friends, can we?” I said with a grin. I changed the subject before she could form a retort. “What do you think about meeting the new couple Mark and Adriana suggested? “Well, I think we could sleep on it. I’m still only half awake.” She snuggled close to me, putting her hand around my arm and blowing softly in my ear. “I’d like to do some snuggling of our own before we look for more.” Regardless of how many times I fucked Lucy, I knew from that remark that she wanted to screw me – and l knew I wanted her! The feeling of her soft breasts against my arm, the tip of that tongue just peaking out from between her lips as she smiled, the warmth of her body against me - everything! My goodness, this lady only got sexier! Four hours later, I woke to the highly erotic sensation of warm lips on my cock. I raised the covers enough to see Lucy smiling at me, and then dropped them again. I wasn’t about to break this up. We had gotten a quick fuck as soon as we got in the house and dropped our bags. Lucy drew me into the bedroom and almost tore my clothes off. She pushed me back on the bed and straddled me as the rest of her clothes hit the floor. I knew I couldn’t perform. I just couldn’t. I had shot three loads since 2am, I was dying from lack of sleep and now Lucy was spreading the lips of that lovely pussy of hers and beginning to slide down on my rapidly hardening cock. “I thought it was dead,” she giggled, “but it looks like it’s alive after all,” she said spreading her love lips with one hand as she tucked my rapidly recovering head between them with the other. All concerns about performance ended as soon as I felt the hot, tight channel surrounding my throbbing joy stick. I couldn’t suppress the sigh of enjoyment as I felt her vagina expanding, then contracting around the length of my manhood. She leaned forward when it was fully tucked in, dragging those lovely tits of hers over my chest, letting them hover over my mouth until I could resist no longer. I pulled one into my mouth and began suckling it like a child at his mother’s breast. Her nipple swelled as I stroked it with my tongue, and my other hand reached for the other one. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she giggler once more. Then, reaching behind she pulled my knees up until she could rest her back against them. I felt the end of her channel as she sat upright with a sigh. “Ah, that’s what I needed,” she murmured. “Mark is good, but now I remember why I married you. This is lovely!” “Did you enjoy it?” I asked with a smile. I already knew the answer to that, but I just had to ask for form’s sake. “Yes” she nodded. “I really did. I had forgotten how good Mark could make me feel. That first fuck, while we were still in the chair, was outstanding. Of course all the rest of them weren’t bad either, especially that last one before we left. I think he was trying to put it right through to my throat.” “He was really pounding you,” I said, watching her lean forward once more. I knew what she was going to do – when I was this tired, Lucy used to ride herself to orgasm and then go to sleep on my chest. We hadn’t done that in a long time, but neither of us had been fucked this hard in an equally long time. I immediately thought of Charlie. Wouldn’t he love to be here right now, sliding his big dick into her already well-filled pussy and having both of us ride my lovely wife? Lucy was already well into it, enjoying the posting up and down on that rigid rod, using the perspiration to smooth her glides up and down our chests. “I loved watching Mark fuck you,” I whispered in her ear. “He told me you make him even hotter now than in the days when we were in school.” “U-m-m-m” my wife moaned. She was getting into it hard now. I loved it! “You know, you and I have had more sex since that day with Charlie than we had had in the previous two months.” I had to shut up for a moment. She was getting me awfully close and I wanted us to cum at the same time. “I loved watching you with Charlie too. I hope you plan on continuing like this.” The last part was a little muffled because once more Lucy had her breast in my mouth and I was sucking it so hard I thought I might swallow it. She was near her own orgasm, huffing and puffing as she rode her favorite pony. As soon as she straightened up again, I knew I had her. “Ah-h-h-h” I gasped when she gave a little yip of enjoyment and began riding me even harder. My cum shot into her with a force I wouldn’t have believed possible after so much sex the previous night. Lucy, with a gargling, choking sound thrust her pussy down so hard I could feel her pubic bone as she reached orgasm and the flood of our juices combined in my pubic hair. She literally ground her cunt into my pubic pelt as three hot jets filled her completely. Then she leaned back, gave me that freshly fucked look. I knew what she wanted. I lay there very satisfied with our love life as I felt her body move up mine. I held her legs wide apart and closed my eyes in delight as I felt her sodden pelt touch my mouth. She is such a tasty wench! Now, four hours later, my ever-loving wife is about to devour me, starting with the good stuff. I wasn’t about to protest this time. The nap had fixed me up and I, or at least part of me, was raring to go. It isn’t hard to just lay back and enjoy something as wonderful as a blow job from the woman you love – or any woman for that matter, but my wife had always been a past mistress of that art form and her skill had only been increased as we experimented. This last week and a half had increased her talents to a degree I wouldn’t have believed possible. Is there any reason why I shouldn’t love this woman as I do? It must have gotten too hot for her under the covers. She threw them back and gave me the view of her head bobbing up and down in my crotch, occasionally circling around my pulsing pole, wringing what had to be the last juices from my balls. I didn’t have to force it. In fact my toes curled and my hands clawed at the sheet beneath me as she brought me to an almost unendurable climax. My groans as I felt her throat closing around the thick syrup in her mouth pulled a few more pulses from my aching balls, but not much more. She wasn’t content though until she had cleaned it off and tucked it away for posterity. Purring like a contented lioness, she turned on her side and curled up in the hollow of my shoulder. Pulling my arm around her, I heard her say softly. “I loved it when you did me, so I thought you should enjoy some too.” I tilted her head up and kissed her softly. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, it was one of love. I had found out in a very short time just how far this wife of mine was willing to go to keep me happy, and I loved it – and her more than life itself at that moment. My lips touched her eyes, her nose, her lips again, and then her ear. I felt her shiver. “Cold?” I asked. “No, just very happy, cozy and content for the moment.” She looked and studied my face carefully. “Did you really enjoy yourself with Mark and Adriana?” I knew she felt my nod, so I remained silent. “I did too,” she murmured. “I don’t know why I thought what you were suggesting would be so terrible. After all, it wasn’t as if I had never done it before. But doing it with you…Wow! That was really hot!” She paused for a moment before adding, “I guess I have some pretty big hang-ups.” “We all do, honey, including me. I didn’t know marriage meant. I guess I expected it would be a continuation of what we enjoyed in school. Then, somehow, between graduating and a couple of weeks ago, I guess I just got lost in the idea of working. Somehow it seemed like all the fun had gone out of it.” I hugged her close and said, “But you sure showed me that the fun is still there.” “And you had been telling me all these years that we could have the fun, I just didn’t believe it until you gave me to Charlie.” I started to say something but she laid her finger across my lips and continued. “When you first started talking about me fucking other men, swinging and all that, I was afraid you were setting me up for some terrible exposure – that you were just looking for a way to have sex with another woman. I never dreamed it could be anything like what you and Charlie did with me. Forgive me, honey. I’m all yours and always will be, regardless of how many men I sleep with or how many women you fuck.” I squeezed her closer. “I was going to suggest that it looks like we’re at a decision point but obviously, as usual, you’re way ahead of me. Assuming this means that you want to continue, there’s only one thing you need to remember, honey. I do it not only for the pleasure I get from seeing you get and give, but because we both benefit from it. I don’t think we could ever have made love like we have these last two weeks, even before we were married, and it’s been fantastic. Seriously though, we could come up against some bad situations like this. I just want you to know that anytime you feel something isn’t right, you can back out of that situation. I’ll do the same thing if it looks like it could be bad for either of us. Fair?” She got on her elbows and kissed me. The same gentle kiss I had given her moments before. “Deal!” she said before cuddling in the hollow of my shoulder again and both of us drifted off into sleep. “Is this 298-3745” I asked the breathy voice on the other end of the line. “Yes?” “Then you must be Sheila,” I said. “No, that’s my mom.” I heard faintly her calling for her mother through her hand covering the phone. “Damn,” I thought to myself, “that was probably a world class faux pas. I’ve got to come up with a better way of finding out who I’m talking to.” “Hello?” “Sheila?’ “Yes, who’s this? “This is Larry,” I told her, remembering that Mark had said use only first names until you meet with others and find they’re compatible. Of course that’s kind of stupid in this day of criss-cross directories, etc. It only took a few steps to find out who lived at the phone number I was using. Still, it was a consideration. “You may have heard Mark mention myself and Lucy.” There was an immediate warming of the voice. “Oh, yes, Hi, Larry. Mark called last week and said he knew a couple here in town he wanted us to meet. He said you’ve lived here for five years. Is that right?” I had to chuckle. Mark had paved the way alright. I told her that was right, and then admitted my initial blunder. “I hope I didn’t cause a problem by calling up from the blue and speaking to your daughter as a stranger.” “Oh, no,” Sheila responded. “Sharon, that’s my daughter who answered the phone, and her husband George are here visiting us for the week. They’re going back home tomorrow. Nothing is going to surprise that girl. She and George have been swinging partners since high school.” I hastily revised my estimate of their age. Sheila and Glen had to be in their late thirties at least to have a married daughter. I wondered how compatible we would be with their ages. Regardless, I remembered Mark saying that they were a fun couple, so I decided to brazen it through. “We’re new to swinging,” I admitted. “Have you and Glen been at it long?” “Only ten years or so,” Sheila answered with a chuckle. “We got into it right after we were married and really enjoy it.” She switched topics on me for a moment. “You said you knew Mark and Adriana. They mentioned that the four of you had been together two weeks ago. They really enjoyed being with you, so we’re looking forward to having some fun too. Have you got a date in mind? They said they would like to join us when we meet you all.” “That’s what they told us too.” I confirmed. “How about next weekend? That’s the 7th. I’ll make sure that Mark and Adriana can make it and call you back if that’s okay with you.” ”That’s fine,” Sheila almost purred. “We didn’t have a thing scheduled for then. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” With that, Sheila hung up. I immediately dialed Mark and Adriana’s number. I assumed Mark was working so I called the house, but Adriana answered her cell phone. Thank goodness for call forwarding. “Oh, hi, Larry, “she announced. “I’m just recovering from our get together. Wow! Was that fun!” “For us too,” I told her with a laugh. “Can you talk?” “A little,” she said, so I assumed she was working too. “I talked with the people Mark mentioned. They’re free this next weekend. Can you all make it then?” “Yeah, in fact we were going to come over that weekend anyway, just to make sure everything was fine on your end.” “Great! I’ll be looking forward to it, and I know Lucy will. Since we’re so new at this, what time do you suggest and where?” “Let’s meet at Pinocchio’s,” she suggested. That will give us a chance to talk before we go back to their place. Is six okay with you guys?” “Perfect,” I responded. “Wear your glad rags, doll. I want some more of that good stuff,” I told her with a chuckle. ”I’ll call Sheila and Glen and let them know.” “I’ll be waiting,” she laughed before hanging up. With a second call to Sheila, I confirmed our plans. She told me they would be looking forward to meeting us. I gave a brief description of ourselves and hung up. I’ve never seen Lucy take as much time and care with her preparations as she did that night. I could tell she was nervous, but certainly no more so than I. This was totally different from our experience with Charlie, and then with Mark and Adriana. We were meeting total strangers. Lucy changed three times before selecting a brilliant blue surplice neckline dress that set her blonde hair and blue eyes off so spectacularly. One look was all it took to make me hard, instantly. I pulled her into my arms as she finished her makeup and kissed her. “You look fantastic,” I told her. “If we weren’t going out, I’d do you right here, right now!” “Down, boy!” she laughed, poking me in the ribs as she finished putting on her four inch high heels that matched her dress perfectly. “You’ll get your chance if Mark and Glen don’t take it all.” She lifted her face and let me kiss her lightly, then, in that little girl voice of hers, she asked me, “Are you sure, honey? This is your last chance to back out. I’m going to fuck a perfect stranger tonight. Can you handle that?” “Oh, I don’t know if he’s ‘perfect’ or not. You’ll have to let me know later,” I replied with a snort and laugh of my own. We arrived right at six pm. The restaurant was crowded, but Mark and Adriana had beaten us by a few minutes. I saw them across the room and waved. They were sitting with another couple who I assumed were Sheila and Glen. We walked toward them as Mark stood and beckoned us over. It gave me a couple of minutes to size Glen and Sheila up. It was worth it! Glen had dark hair, just beginning to grey at the temples. He was at least as tall as Mark (six feet), without a noticeable trace of fat. His deep tan indicated he spent much of his time outdoors. Sheila was gorgeous! She could have been Adriana’s sister except for maybe an additional ten years. The time had been good to her though. She too was a red head, with hair that flowed down to the collar of the dark green dress she wore. I’m no authority on clothes, but just from the way both she and her husband were dressed, I saw money – lots of money. I felt almost shabby in my best suit, but Lucy made up for it. She looked like a million dollars and all their eyes were on her except Adriana who I saw give me a wink. “Well, here they are,” Mark announced, standing to shake my hand and give Lucy a kiss on the cheek. He murmured something to her that made her blush. Glen took my hand next and shook it firmly. Then he introduced me to Sheila. I fell in lust immediately. With a set of knockers that pushed her jacket past its limits, she took my hand and purred that she was happy to meet me. She was a head shorter than her husband, but equally trim and healthy looking. I was still staring (one of my bad habits) when Adriana gave me a hug. “I hope you can handle us three,” she whispered before sitting back down. I felt my cock hardening and had to sit down rapidly. I was like a kid in a candy store. Three beautiful ladies around me and I expected to fuck all of them before the night was out. Lucy was given a hug by Adriana and Sheila as we got into the booth with them. The seating arrangement put me between Adriana and Sheila, while Lucy was between Mark and Glen. The meal was good, but too long. I wanted to get on with the nights events. With a couple of glasses of wine, we polished the food off and got set to leave. Decision Time “Lucy, Adriana suggested, “Why don’t you ride with Glen. Sheila can ride with Mark, and I’ll go with Larry. That way none of us can get separated.” With that settled we went out to our respective cars and began the short trip to the home of Glen and Sheila. As soon as we cleared the parking lot and got out on the street, Adriana slid close to me and put her hand on my thigh. “I wanted to get you alone,” she admitted, “to ask if everything is okay after our being together. Any regrets or problems?” she asked, looking up at me as I drove. “Absolutely not,” I told her with a smile. “In fact Lucy was the one who wanted us all to get together this soon. I thought she might object or have second thoughts, especially since we didn’t know Glen and Sheila. And on your end?” “None,” she said with a smile of her own. “Mark wanted to know why I had never fucked you in school, and I had to go over the various reasons I gave you back then, but he’s delighted that the four of us finally got our acts together.” I felt her hand stroke the length of my cock as she continued. “But how about you and me,” she asked. “Now that Mark and I have told you all my terrible secrets, do you have any reservations?” I put my arm over her shoulder and pulled her close, taking my eyes off the road just for a quick kiss. “It only made me want you more,“ I admitted. “If there is one thing Lucy and I got out of this, it was the realization that the more sex you have with others, the better it is between us.” ‘I’m glad,” she said, sitting upright and withdrawing her hand. “That’s almost exactly what Mark said when he learned how I was making all that money. I wouldn’t change a thing now, and we’ve got a lot to teach you and Lucy.” I didn’t have time to question that remark before Adriana pointed and said “Turn in here.” We pulled into a long driveway, between tall gates that had just stopped opening, triggered apparently by Glen in his car just ahead. They closed behind us. Driving up that driveway was like being in a forest, with a thick canopy of hedges and trees that blocked my view of what was ahead. Mark, in the car between ours and Glen’s signaled a left turn and stopped just ahead in the circular drive while Glen’s car continued into a four car garage. I sat for a moment, awe struck by the size of the house beside us. Tall columns held up the port cochere which was wide enough to shelter our two cars yet made up only a third of the width. Two stories of white brick gleamed above the at least acre of perfect lawn. Sheila got out of Mark’s car and went up the stairway to two massive doors, fumbling a set of keys out of her purse, then opening it and standing aside with a gesture indicating we should go in. “I hope you like our digs,” she laughed as I managed to slide past her without rubbing over those so attractive tits of hers. They were so distracting that I almost missed the marble entryway and wide stairway leading to the second floor. Just then, Glen and Lucy appeared from a wing of the house. “Follow her,” he indicated with a wave and a smile. She knows where she wants to go.” I did, with Adriana on my arm, and Glen following with Lucy. Mark had his hand on Sheila’s tight ass all the way to the top. I could see he was really enjoying himself. “Well! Here we are, make yourselves at home,” Sheila said with a smile as she ushered us into a room the size of our entire house. An enormous bed took up only a small portion of the room. I was still aghast at its size when Sheila touched a remote control and a gas log fired up, illuminating the room and taking the chill off. There had to be a half-dozen wide chaise longues scattered about the room, giving each one a sense of isolation. Sheila didn’t offer to turn on any lights other than that provided by the fireplace. Instead she walked over to me and pressed those enormous breasts into my chest suggesting that I help her get more comfortable. Adriana turned from my side and walked over to Glen who held his arms out to her. Mark had cornered Lucy and was already opening the front of her dress. While I vainly tried to figure out how Sheila’s dress opened. With a laugh, she pushed the belt down and unfastened a single hook and eye, then took the belt off, allowing her dress to open completely. “It’s an old stripper’s trick,” she said, seeing my eyes open widely. “But more about that later, Larry. For right now, let’s get you more comfortable too.” I barely had time to shrug out of my suit coat before Sheila was unbuckling my belt, unfastening the tab, and tugging my zipper down. “M-m-m,” she hummed reaching into my boxers, “look what I have here. This is nice, Larry. Is it all for me?” “Not really” I had to giggle. The sight of this lady kneeling in front of me, holding my cock which had already reached its maximum length and thickness was somehow funny. I hastened to add, “it’s your to play with for now, but you have to share.” Sheila saw that as humorous too. A smile creased her lips just before they opened wide and I felt the heat of her mouth close over the head. She sucked hard for a moment then backed away to look up at me. A thin strand of pre-cum still connected her to my shaft. “That’s fair,“ she murmured, standing up and taking my hand. She continued, saying “And I’ll bet I know who with,” as she led me to one of the double sized chaises by my swollen cock. Pushing me back on its length, she shed her dress, leaving it in a pile on the floor. She took my trousers by the cuff and pulled them off, then got on the chaise with me. Her breasts had to be at least double D’s and they were right in my face, covered only by a filmy bra that struggled to contain them. I couldn’t resist. My mouth closed over one projecting nipple, right through the bra. “I like that,” she whispered, pulling my head closer to her breast, “but you still have too many clothes on.” She sat up long enough to pull my t-shirt over my head, then levered my boxers down until they hung on one foot. “And I really like this,” she hissed, running her hands over my chest, watching the nipples rise until she could get one in her mouth. “I don’t know what I like better,” she mouthed around my nipple, “sucking cock or fucking. And I really like a man who likes to suck my little pets here.” With that she slipped one strap of her bra off her shoulder, and pulled it off, letting her breasts free. I was amazed that such a magnificent set had very little sag. One was right at my mouth and I took advantage of that long enough to pull it deep into my mouth, suckling it like a baby, while I nipped it gently with my teeth and stroked it with my tongue. “Ah, that’s it, baby,” she cooed, pulling my head tightly to her cantaloupe sized boob. “Suck it while I get you ready for some real fun.” Spreading her legs wide and rolling on her back, Sheila tugged me higher by the grip she had on my cock. She positioned the head of my now rigid staff at the lips of her sex and began slowly stroking it up and down the length of her vulva. “That’s what I want,” she said softly. Holding my cock in one hand and pressing my ass with the other, she drove the head between her lips, already wet with our juices. I slipped in easily until I felt the tight ring of muscle guarding her vagina. She pressed my ass harder with both hands and I slipped between the folds, feeling the neck close around my shaft. I was in heaven! This lovely lady had one of the hottest cunts I’ve ever had the pleasure of sliding into. Not only that, but with each inch I pressed into her, I could feel muscles stroking the length of my hard cock. “Nice and slow, now, honey,” she whispered as I continued sliding into home. “I want to enjoy my new toy. I’ll give Mark some later, but we have all night and all day tomorrow if you want. Glen will take good care of your wife when Mark is finished with her. He loves those tight, hot, young pussies.” I hadn’t even given a thought to Lucy until then, and I raised myself high enough on Sheila’s belly to see her bouncing up and down on Mark’s cock. She was holding her breasts to keep them from pounding her chest too hard. I could barely make out the smile on her face in this almost dark room. Curious, I kept the inward pressure to fill Sheila full of cock as I looked for Adriana. I could see her only from the waist down. Glen had taken her to the bed and was on her in the missionary position, driving deep into her sweetness. Her legs were wrapped tightly around her lover. Obviously she had given Glen some wonderful moments before. “See, they’re all safe.” Sheila snickered, knowing full well what I was doing. “Now it’s your time, sweetie. I can feel that cock of yours pushing on my cervix. I love these long, thick ones. Let’s see what we can do together.” I showed her, first in the missionary position, then without taking my cock from that tender trap, I lifted her from the chaise and carried her to the bed where her husband was filling Adriana’s hot box with an even hotter load of cum. Adriana was squealing with delight, literally pulling herself off the bed as she tried to get more of Glen’s cock into her. “Look what I’ve got, honey,” Sheila said to her husband as I again began pummeling her sweet core. She put her hands between us momentarily, long enough to give her husband a view of my cock inside her pussy, then drove up to meet me until our pubic bones jarred. “He’s a keeper,” she announced. “So is his wife, Adriana tells me. She says she fucked Mark to a standstill the first time he screwed her and she’s improved since.” “Ah, that’s what I like,” she murmured as I resumed plugging her depths. “There’s nothing like youth to keep us old timers happy, is there?” Sheila was rocking hard beneath me now. I knew she was close to her orgasm. I wanted to hold back at first, but she wasn’t having any of that. “Shoot it, honey,” she said aloud. “I want to feel your cum filling my cunt. Fuck me, baby.” Who was I to resist such an impassioned plea? I felt the tightening of my balls as that first load reached the blowing point. Seconds later I was filling Sheila with long, thick ropes of cum as she gasped and clung hard to me, in her own throes of orgasmic delight. I couldn’t resist the long ‘ah-h-h’ of pleasure as I felt those wonderful muscles of hers working like tight fingers around my cock, pulling the very last threads into her welcoming body. Only when I had totally exhausted myself did I slide off her body and lay next to her, gasping with the pleasure she had given me. “I had heard of cock milking cunts before,” I managed to wheeze, “but that is the first one I’ve ever really had work me over.” “Didn’t you notice how Adriana could do you like that,” Sheila asked. She was lying on her side, her head resting on her upraised hand, drawing little circles on my chest with her finger. “Unh hunh,” I admitted, but it wasn’t as strong as what you were doing. “Well, sweetie, that’s because she doesn’t have as much experience, but she’s learning, isn’t she Glen?” “I’ll say!” Glen acknowledged. “It takes time to perfect, but if she keeps fucking as many guys as she’s getting these days, she’s going to be at least equal to you.” “Oh, gee, Thanks,” Adriana said sarcastically, but with a smile on her face. “And here all this time I thought you liked fucking me.” Glen gave her a light slap on the rump as he climbed from between her legs. “You’re prime pussy, honey. You just don’t have the experience of Sheila here. She’s been fucking guys since she was old enough to reach orgasm, and loving every minute of it. Where do you think Sharon learned? She can turn George inside out.” I was learning about this family and it sounded fascinating. “All I know is that George can put his shoes beneath my bed anytime he wants,” Adriana laughed. Then, looking at me she added, “I guess the time has come to explain a little of this if Glen and Sheila don’t mind.” She caught the smile and shaking head of both Glen and his wife before continuing. “Glen is my boss. He owns the company I work for. As soon as he fucked me the first time, he told me he was going to make me a wealthy woman and a swinger to boot. I really doubted that until he brought Sheila down to try Mark out. Once Sheila gave him her stamp of approval, he hired Mark from his old company to be director of sales, then began telling us what he was doing.” “I think it kind of got to Mark when Sheila put the make on him,” Glen said with a grin. “She fucked his brains out overnight and told me she wanted him in the company. Of course I was already screwing Adriana, so it wasn’t too hard to convince Mark that he should join us at twice his salary at that time assuming that he would agree that I could continue screwing Adriana ...” Sheila interrupted at that point, “And I got to fuck Mark anytime I wanted.” “Right,” Glen nodded. So that’s how we got these two into the company. I have four department heads. Each of them is married, with wives who understand that the job involves them and their husbands being willing to join our swinging circle. No single men are allowed in the company unless Sheila approves of them first. And they are not permitted to know that other wives in the company swing too. “Don’t they find out on their own?” “Of course it happens sometimes. Then I call them in and explain that their job lasts only as long as the secret does. We pay well, and the side benefits…I guess you could say that no one else can match them….” He finished with a grin. “No one has left our company in twenty seven years, except to retire.” Sheila added with her own proud smile. “Only two have ever moved from our city.” “But couldn’t it get out?” I asked, surprised. “It probably could, and probably does,” Glen admitted, but since the District Attorney and the police chief are part of our group, as well as several judges, I don’t worry too much about that.” I couldn’t believe it. I had lived in this town all my life except for my time in college, and I never heard even a hint of this. I didn’t even recognize the name of the company when Glen told me. He explained that by saying that most of the business done by the company was out of state and by mail. Then it dawned on me. Twenty seven years in business – how old were these folks. I asked and got another shock. “I’m 44,” Glen told me “and I don’t have the balls to tell you how old Sheila is.” He ducked the pillow she threw at him. “You started the business at 17,” I said incredulously. “Pretty fast with the math,” Glen laughed. “No, I inherited the business from my father. He died when I was just graduating from college.” “Was he…?” Glen laughed again. “No, dad wasn’t a swinger. He probably would have lived longer if he had been, and able to relieve all the stress. My mother, bless her, was quite a round heels in her day. She kept dad happy while she had her own little circle in the company. She enjoyed it right to the end. She’s really the one who kept the business afloat until she was ready to tell me how easily this whole idea worked. She passed away six years ago, with a smile on her face and her foreman in bed with her.” “And I can already guess what you’re wondering, Larry.” Sheila spoke up. “How did I get into this?” Glen reached out and hugged her. There was no doubt about the love he had for her judging from the look on his face as well as hers. “I’ll let you tell him later,” he said, looking over to where Mark has just given Lucy at least her third orgasm. He was still hard, but I could see he was just as interested in Sheila now as I had been. I was willing to trade for a while, considering how fast Adriana appeared to be recovering. She was already staring at me with that same come hither look that had attracted me back in the old days, a slight smile on her face, almost daring me to do something about it. I really didn’t know if I could do her justice after just shooting my load in Sheila, but something told me I could. Lucy was lying on her back, arms akimbo, as Glen started toward her. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was going to give him the fuck of his life if he hadn’t already been spoiled by Sheila, Adriana, and gosh knows how many more. Judging from Glen’s swollen cock, I knew she was certainly going to enjoy his part in the process. He surprised me though when instead he took my wife’s hand and helped her out of the chaise. “It’s time for you to join the bunch, Lucy,” he told her with a smile. “That’s the reason we have this enormous bed. I like to watch Sheila being fucked while I screw the lovely ladies I know, so it’s your turn.” Lucy said nothing. She just smiled as he put his arm around her and led her back to us. I could see her and Mark’s juices sparkling in her thin pubic pelt, so I was rather surprised at what came next. Glen pulled her onto the bed with him and steered her up onto his chest. Looking down at her bush, he licked his lips. “I love eating a freshly fucked woman,” he said, using both hands on her ass to pull her higher until her cunt was only inches from his mouth. I watched his tongue shoot out. It was unbelievably long, and headed right for that little pink line of my wife’s pussy. She jerked when it touched her, but immediately pressed it down to his lips. “And I like a man who likes eating pussy, especially when I can suck his cock!” “Well, we can certainly take care of that problem,” Glen said, rolling my wife off his chest and swapping ends with her in less time than it takes to tell about it. I watched with real envy as my wife’s lips closed over the plum sized end of Glen’s cock, then slid down it in a slow bobbing motion. Few men, myself included, can resist Lucy’s cocksucking talents. I was surprised that Glen did – at least for a moment. Of course what I also forgot to mention was that his tongue was rasping her clit and he had two fingers inside Lucy to the last joint, sawing them back and forth, curled just perfectly to hit her g spot Lucy howled at the unexpected delight, but managed to get her head back down just as Glen shot a big load of cum in her mouth. I saw her swallow once, then she took the length of him as deep in her throat as she could and let him pump the rest of his sauce into her belly by the most direct route. Her hips were jerking back and forth, driving her muff up and down Glen’s face, literally washing it with her juices. “Now that’s what I would call a draw,” Adriana laughed. “Two at one blow if you’ll pardon the pun.” “I won’t,” I growled before pushing her over on her back and using my knees to spread her thighs. “You must be punished for bad puns.” “Oh, please, mister, don’t fuck me with that long cock,” she said in her little girl voice. “Shooting cum into my pussy makes me want to fuck more men.” “Then you definitely deserve to be punished,” I told her with my most evil leer. “And I intend to shoot more cum in your hot little pussy than you could dream of.” “I hope so,” Adriana said, back in her usual voice. “I sure didn’t get enough from you when we were at the reunion. I love riding that hard sausage of yours. I can’t believe that I never used it while we were in school together.” “Well, we’re going to make up for it now,” I told her as my cock slid almost effortlessly down her vaginal channel, then I felt the gripping muscles taking over as they had that night. “Doggone it, woman, I love this beautiful pussy of yours. No one is better than Lucy, but you two sure are equal. How about that?” I asked turning toward Glen once more. He was rapidly recovering from the tongue lashing Lucy had given him. For his age, he recovered fast. He was already at half mast and Lucy kissing up and down that staff as she cupped his balls didn’t promise to reduce the tempo of its growth. He only groaned in response. “These girls are going to kill me, he murmured, holding my wife’s head down to his still glistening cock. Then he added, “but what a way to go!” Decision Time With his powers restored, Glen almost flipped my wife over his torso to a resounding screech of surprise. She landed on her back at the foot of the bed. Glen was off the bed in a heartbeat, and she hadn’t fully stopped bounding up and down before he had both her ankles in his hands and his weapon was probing her bush, matted with saliva, semen and her own juices. “Now I’ve got you, dolly,” he said in his best buccaneer voice. “Avast with all the squirming fair maiden, I’m going to pin you down for a while.” “Oh, I hope so,” Lucy said with a chuckle. Reaching between her thighs, she took the reawakened staff in her tiny hand and put it to the still swollen lips of her vulva. She pulled her lover down on top of her as she thrust her hips up at the same time he released his grip and pushed his body between her thighs. “Oh, now that’s nice,” she hissed feeling Glen’s swollen love log sliding deep in her welcoming tunnel of love. It was a perfect shot of cupid’s arrow. “That feels so-o-o good,” she hissed as he bottomed out at the end of her vagina and began slowly pumping his juices into my wife. He pushed himself higher on her chest, driving the upper length of his rod back and forth on her clit as his mouth fastened first on her nipples, then in a sexy French kiss to her pouting lips. “M-m-m, and a lover too,” Lucy smiled, holding him close and locking her legs around his thighs. “I like a man who likes to kiss and play.” “And I can’t think of a thing better than having someone like you to play with. Larry is a lucky guy.” Lucy gave him an extra thrust of her hips for the compliment, then smiled. “Ah, that’s nice.” She sighed, enjoying his slow motion stroking. “One thing I’ve learned since Larry and I started this fun is that the men seem to always seem to be so much more interesting than those we knew before - and so nice and firm where it counts.” “Mark told us that you two were just getting started. I must say for a beginner, you certainly know how to make a man … shall we say comfortable.” Lucy laughed. “Oh, I’m hardly a beginner. I majored in partying in college, with a minor in back seat wrestling. It’s funny, I always seemed to lose my matches.” That evoked a chuckle from Glen as he continued stroking in and out of my wife’s juicy pussy. From where I lay atop Adriana, I could hear the squishing sound of cum as Glen rode through that beautiful erotic valley between my wife’s thighs. “The guys were sure winners though,” Adriana broke in with her own little laugh. “Even Mark told me you were one of the best he had ever been with and that you certainly hadn’t lost the magic touch.” Lucy looked over to where Mark was enjoying our hostess and smiled at him. I doubt he saw it. Sheila was making life very interesting for him. “I hope not,” Lucy gasped. I could tell from the flush over her chest that Glen was driving her to the brink of orgasm. “I certainly wouldn’t want to disappoint my friends.” With the last word, Lucy drove herself against Glen, clutching his arms with both hands, her legs locking tight on his. I watched her tits bounce between them as she literally did him in an upside down missionary position, driving that sweet pussy of hers up and down the length of his thick cock until at last, with a final gasp, she collapsed. Glen, seeing how near she was, drove her back down onto the bed and finished her with a series of fast thrusts that left her gasping in orgasmic bliss. That was all I needed to see and hear to cause me to shoot my own load into Adriana’s welcoming warmth. She too was reaching her peak even as I finished. I eased her down from the heights with slowing thrusts that gave her the pleasure she deserved. Wow!” a perspiring Glen managed to murmur as he collapsed over my wife, holding his weight off her with his elbows and knees. “I’ve never had anyone fuck me like that before. That was fantastic!” “Then watch this,” I heard Sheila warn us as the slapping sounds of furious fucking reached a crescendo. “Ride me, cowboy,” she yelped as her hips drove up down before Mark rolled her over on her back and did just that. Sheila sounded as if the breath was being pounded out of her by his fast thrust, but it was obvious she too was nearing orgasm. With a final yelp of pleasure, her orgasm peaked with a sound of expelled vaginal gas mixed with the semen of at least two of us who had been fucking her tonight. She blushed furiously, but never stopped the quivering, jerking spasms that were her acceptance of her due. It was hours later. Hours that we spent petting and pampering our loving ladies, and they – in turn – us. I couldn’t imagine anything more enjoyable than that shower, a long soak in the hot tub and the lassitude that seemed to have settled over everyone. I knew, just from the attitudes that we weren’t finished. Mark and Adriana had bid us a fond farewell, with promises to stay closer now that we had common friends. The night would be much too short for us to get to know our host and hostess well, but they insisted that we stay to do just that. To be continued (in April).