8 comments/ 151816 views/ 6 favorites Fun Party Ch. 01 By: Rupert Harris Helen and I had had an almighty row. I had finally broached the subject of swinging and it had not gone down well. She hadn't spoken to me for a couple of days and there was no sign of a thaw in the chill atmosphere. I had been into sexual deviancy all my life but had never shared it with anyone keeping it strictly between my wanking hand and myself. I decided to finally raise the issue with Helen, at the height of our lovemaking I told her how I wished there was another guy to share her with and really fuck her brains out. I got deaf and dumb breakfast for three days. On the Friday night we went out for a prearranged meal and drink with friends and when we got home opened a bottle of brandy and mellowed by the booze talked. She asked me what I'd meant the other night and I explained how after 30 years of marriage and at the age of 50 I was no longer able to make her squeal when we made love. I told her how I missed the intense sweaty orgasms she used to have when I could keep a hard on half the night. She couldn't believe that I wanted other men fuck her and didn't want other women (perhaps because it wasn't true, I wanted all the cunt I could get). We went to bed and had a great sex session I told her how lots of blokes would like to get into her knickers and joked about how the knickers themselves would do nothing for them. Helen's underwear is old fashioned and I told her how much I'd like to see her in sexy underwear. She agreed to get some sexy underwear but said that she wouldn't wear cheep uncomfortable rubbish and it would cost me. The next day we went to a lingerie shop and buy some sexy stuff, she came out with several bags of thong panty sets a basque, fishnet stockings, a teddy and all sorts. The bill was just short of £500. That night I fucked her through a pair of open crotch panties. She made it very clear that this stuff was for my eyes only. We had a session every night that week, Helen still thought I was some kind of a pervert and questioned me further. When had I started thinking like this? Was sharing her my only fantasy? Was I really not interested in other women? I said no more about sharing except in answer to her questions which were mostly hypothetical. I did go on and on about how much I liked her to dress sexily and suggested she buy some sexy outfits to go over her new sexy underwear. She said she was only going to wear her new lingerie at bedtime but found some of it very comfortable and migrated, like much of the female population, to the thong. By the middle of the week she was wearing new bra and panty sets for work. I continued to pester her to buy some new clothes to go with them, she said she might do some shopping in her lunch hour but told me that she wasn't a slut and wouldn't be wearing anything like that outside the house. On Friday I saw a Marks and Spenser bag full of other clothes shop bags in the kitchen bin. On Friday night we went for a drink and got talking to some people, one of whom Helen knew slightly, in a pub in town, two men and two women who were about our age. The woman that Helen knew was a bit overweight and was squeezed into a tight mini skirt with blouse that showed more cleavage than was proper for a woman of her age. The other woman was skinny with a scraggy neck and heavy facial wrinkles she was wearing tight white trousers and a top that looked like they had been sprayed on. Her nipples were clearly visible through the top. They looked like a right pair of slappers and I was surprised that Helen had had us join them. They were going to a party and asked us if we'd like to go along, it was near closing time, Helen had had quite a bit to drink, was raring to go and agreed immediately. I was sober (driving). I dropped our new friends off at the party which was in a rough part of town and drove home to leave the car and ordered a taxi to take us back to the party. There was a half hour wait. "Did you see how those girls were dressed, didn't they look great?" I said "Are you serious?" She said. "I told you that I like the sexy look." "I bought some clothes today, that make theirs look tame." She said. "But they are for wearing at home for you." "Come on Helen go and put them on, knock 'em dead?" She didn't seem too sure. "Look." I said. "You don't really know, Rachael, we probably won't know another sole at the party, go and put on the horniest gear you've got." "I didn't buy them for going out in." "I know you didn't but please, just for me." She went upstairs and I heard the shower running. I followed her up five minutes later and went into our bedroom and laid out on the bed were a pair of black fishnet stockings, a black basque with red trim, a pair of thong panties and a black leather miniskirt that I hadn't seen before. To say I was excited would be an understatement. Helen came down in all the gear, the miniskirt, a pink plunging neck thin cardigan with only three buttons close together blow her breasts that revealed the basque below and above it, heavy make up and a pair of black PVC thigh boots. It made her arse and thighs look even fatter and her waist was too thick for the tight sweater, the cleavage and stocking tops showing made her look like a whore. "Look, I've put it on so I thought you might as well see it but I'm not going out like this, I'm going to get changed." At that moment the taxi arrived. "Please Helen you look marvellous, everything I've ever dreamed of, just for tonight. Please darling, you can put your big black coat on nobody will see you 'till we get to the party. You are beautiful." "I look like a prostitute." She said. "I bought this for you to see me in, not for all and sundry." "Helen, the taxi is waiting, please do this one thing for me, you can leave your coat on at the party if you want, only I will know what you are wearing underneath." Reluctantly she put her coat on and we got into the taxi. The party was in a terraced house in a council estate (not the best area, a bit rough) we went in armed with a bottle of scotch. There were plenty of people but the place wasn't packed, we started talking to the people from the pub, who were the only other old arses in the place everyone else was younger. The age range was from teenage to forty then our little group at about fifty. The music was very loud and it was difficult to talk. There were some lovely young things wearing next to nothing but there was no one as sluttish as Helen, she kept her coat on despite it being hot. I kept the drink flowing and I think she relaxed a little but couldn't have been very comfortable in her coat. A new group of people arrived some of whom were in fancy dress. Amongst them was a naughty nurse, a French maid and a woman in a basque. I said to Helen. "You don't look out of place now, how about taking your coat off? You will melt if you don't." "You don't give up do you?" She said shaking her head. "I've had a good look around there's no one here who knows us, who cares what these strangers think?" I said "Get me another drink and I'll think about it." When I came back from the kitchen with the drinks I rejoined the little group of old folks but Helen wasn't there. "She's gone to the toilet." Tracy, the skinny piece from the pub, said. "She'll be a while there's a queue." We started taking, it turned out that the four people in the pub were not two couples but four friends who worked together. Helen was quite a while and I was getting on very well with Tracy. Helen came back without her coat. I could sense that she was very self conscious but relaxed after a few more drinks and chatting to Tracy and I. I came back from a trip to the toilet and found Helen and Tracy dancing with a couple of blokes in their thirties. Tracy saw me, said something to her dance partner came over and started dancing with me. I lost sight of Helen for a while and when I saw her again she was standing in the corner with her dance partner, Tracy's former dance partner and a gorgeous girl in her twenties wearing a very short strapless dress. Helen had a glass in her hand and seemed quite comfortable with her new friends. She was talking, laughing and seemingly having a good time. I did a quick calculation of what she had drunk and thought she must be feeling no pain. Tracy and I were getting along fine we danced again and joined Helens little group after picking up a couple of drinks. It was too noisy for proper introductions if you wanted to talk to anyone it meant shouting or talking directly into someone's ear. Helen shouted the names of her friends and Tracy and I nodded and smiled at them in turn. Bob went back into conversation with Helen taking into her ear and she would respond into his ear or give a little laugh. I put my arm around Tracy she put her arm around me. We looked like three couples. In a lull in the music Bob said that he lived next door and asked our little group if we'd like to go for a break from the music and to cool down a bit. Helen looked at me, I nodded, the others agreed and we moved towards the front door. I had a moment of inspiration as we stepped outside and whispered to Tracy. "I don't fancy this will you stay here with me?" She nodded so I said to group. "Me and Tracy will see you later we're going to stay here and have a few dances." Helen stopped short and scowled at me and seemed to sober right up. I didn't stay for a debate, just turned on my heel and walked back in with Tracy on my arm. One of two things were going to happen in the next few moments, either Helen would walk through the door or she wouldn't. She didn't. Tracy and I had a dance and I started to take liberties with her to which she responded positively. I stroked her back, she stroked mine, I squeezed her arse she pulled in closer to me, I kissed her and she kissed me back. I was conscious of the possibility of Helen walking in on us but I had had a lot to drink and had a hard on, consequences were not at the forefront of my mind. We went to the kitchen for a drink. Tracy had hold of my hand and led the way and as I was pouring the drinks she whispered in my ear. "Shall we find somewhere quiet?" We left the drinks, went upstairs and found an empty bedroom. The only record that we may have broken was a speed record. In less than two minutes I had her trousers off, my cock in her and was cumming my duff. I don't think she was very impressed but I tried to make up for it with a bit of belated foreplay. I told her that the brevity was because she turned me on so much and placated her by telling her that the night was young and I would do a proper job later. She got dressed I put my cock away and we went downstairs, there was no sign of Helen or her friends from next door, it was probably less than ten minutes since I'd seen her. I was keen to know how Helen was getting on but was already regretting coming downstairs. Now that I had settled down and released the sexual tension I was ready for some proper sex with Tracy. She seemed to have lost interest and was already talking to another bloke. Should I go next door? I just didn't know what to do. Tracy was dancing with the bloke she had been talking to so I didn't see much chance of a rematch there. I went outside and across to next door and had a look through the window, bastards, I couldn't see through the tightly drawn curtains. I went around the back but the back room was in darkness, I could see into the brightly lit kitchen but there was nobody in it, what the fuck was I to do? I hung around the back for a bit then went back inside and did my best not to look like Billy-No-Mates on my own. I waited for almost two hours. Helen had been gone almost two and a half hours. I filled the time talking to people going outside to look through the back windows and drinking. There were only a few people left at the party and I was very drunk when I finally knocked on the door to ask for my wife back. "She's gone mate, left in a taxi about twenty minutes or half an hour ago." It wasn't Bob it was the other guy wearing just his trousers, I could hear other people in the room behind him several men and I heard a woman laugh. "OK, thanks very much." I said and the door closed. Bollocks I thought and ordered my own taxi. When I got home Helen was asleep in bed, her clothes on the floor. I was going to do a bit of detective work and sniff her panties but they were not there and weren't in the laundry basket in the bathroom. When I got into bed I felt her arse and she didn't have them on. Drunk as I was my head was swimming and I was a long time getting to sleep. I woke late in the morning, Helen was already up and I could hear her moving about downstairs. I had my shower got dressed and went down to see her. "Morning sleepy head." She said, all bright and breezy, as I entered the kitchen. "Cup of tea?" I gratefully accepted, she put the kettle on and started talking about plans for the day. We both work full time and Saturday and Sunday need to be organized to get all the weekly jobs done. I wasn't going to let her get away without telling me about last night. "Sorry I missed you last night but I see you got home alright." "Yes." She said. "I thought you were only going to have a dance with Tracy and then come to Bob's house. I popped back into the party but couldn't see either of you." "We only had one dance, I was only with Tracy for ten minutes or so." I said truthfully. "So why didn't you come next door?" She asked. "Oh I don't know, I got talking to some people, the time just zipped by and then it was too late." I lied. "Anyway how come you didn't come back to the party? You were only going for a break from the music and to cool down, I expected you back quite soon." "I was back 'quite soon' but I couldn't find you and wasn't very happy being on my own and dressed like a tart so I went back to Bob's house." "Oh, I'm sorry, did you have a good time?" "Not bad. Do you want some toast?" Ignoring the change of subject I said. "Were there any other people there?" Persisting with the change she replied. "Yes a few, I'm going to have some bacon with my toast, do you want some?" "Yes please." I said and then tried to get her to talk with a more open question. "So what did you do at Bob's house?" She said. "It was really nice, well decorated not tatty like that place next door." "Was it?" I said. "So, what did you do all night?" "He had a great hi fi not too loud and a really good sound. We should think about getting a good sound system, we watch too much television. We should listen to more radio and replace some of our old records with CDs." "So you listened to music. Anything else?" "I told you there were other people and he had the radio on." She was sounding a bit irritated so I let it go for the moment. This needed thinking through. If I told her the truth about Tracy it would be a disaster if she hadn't done anything to be ashamed of in Ben's house. If she had done something, telling her about Tracy would get everything out in the open and be the start of a new swinging lifestyle. What had she done for two hours in that house that she couldn't tell me about? I had told her enough about my desires for her to know that I would be pleased if she had started something. We had breakfast and went out together to do some banking, grocery shopping and one or two other jobs. I started again in the car. "You looked really good last night." "You told me that last night before we went out." She said. "I didn't want to wear that outfit outside, you know that don't you? I only bought it for you." "Yes I know you didn't and I was grateful that you wore it for the party. I was so proud of you when you took your coat off." "Proud of me! Rupert, I looked like a prostitute?" She was staring at me now and went on. "I can see why you might like me to dress up as sexy prostitute, schoolgirl, policewoman or whatever, what I struggle with is why you would want other people to see me like that." She'd asked a crucial question and I didn't have a good answer all I knew was that her being a slut turned me on. "I don't know Helen but I loved it when you were the sexiest woman at that party and loved it even more when you were dancing with Bob." "But Rupert that doesn't make sense." "I know it doesn't but it's true. I can show you thousands of letters, articles and stories from men who feel exactly the same way as me and I'm sure it doesn't make sense to them either." I wanted to know what happened last night and continued. "What did Bob and his mates think of your outfit? Do you think they liked it?" "Yes they said they did." She paused and then said. "They are not people like us, they are very different from us." "Did they upset you?" "It was you who upset me Rupert. You left me with them and went off with that girl Tracy. That wasn't right, you know, I didn't know what to think." Her voice was faltering this wasn't easy for her. "I'm sorry Helen the last thing I wanted to do was upset you. You seemed to be getting on so well with Bob I thought you would be alright with him." I said. "What happened?" "I'm not sure I want to talk about it." "Did they hurt you?" "No." "Did they insult you?" "No." "How many were there?" "They kept coming and going, the girl only stayed a few minutes and left with Mike, four more men came, one of them left shortly after then some people arrived as I was leaving. There may have been others, I was very drunk." "So it was just you and four men for most of the night?" "Yes." She said and started sobbing. I pulled the car over and put my arm around her, I felt terrible this was not what I wanted at all. I had screwed up badly and poor Helen was suffering for it. Nothing good had come out of the game I was playing. I had behaved like an arsehole. "I didn't want to do it Rupert. It was you, you set me up." "I know, I'm sorry it was all my fault. Were they horrible to you?" "No they weren't. It was me Rupert, it was me. I should never have gone there, you shouldn't have left me like that." We sat there for a while, her sobbing stopped and we decided to go home and forget the Saturday morning jobs. I was no wiser about what had happened in Bob's house but it seemed that it was not what they had done but what Helen herself had done that had upset her. We got home and sat across the kitchen table with a coffee. We had hardly spoken on the drive home. I looked at her and smiled. "Better?" I said. "I suppose." I had a speech planned out in my head and launched into it. "I don't know what happened last night, you can tell me about it or not tell me about it and that's OK. None of this is your fault or your doing. If something horrible happened, I'm very sorry, if you enjoyed yourself and now regret it, all I can say is please don't regret it because I'm happy that you enjoyed yourself. Did something horrible happen?" She looked down into her coffee mug and answered. "No." "Did you enjoy yourself?" "At the time I did." She said. "And now you regret it?" "Yes I do." She said. "Helen you have nothing to be ashamed of, look at me." She raised her eyes out of the coffee mug and looked at me. I continued. "Say it Helen, I've done nothing to be ashamed of." She stared at me for a moment, I mimed my encouragement and she said it. "I've done nothing to be ashamed of." "Good on you Helen. No more being upset, blaming yourself or regrets, is that a deal?" She nodded, smiled and seemed to brighten up immediately. "We need never see those people again or we can enjoy ourselves with them as we like it's up to us. No it's up to you, you never have to do anything you don't want to." I said. Just then the phone rang. I got up to answer it. It was a man asking for Helen. I brought the phone over, handed it to her and sat down again. Fun Party Ch. 01 "Hello." She said and then turned bright red, I had never seen her blush so quickly or deeply. I could only hear her side of the conversation. "No I can't...Yes I know but...Last night was last night...I know what I said but...No Bob it's just not..." I caught her eye and mouthed. "What does he want?" She shook her head. "Is it Bob from last night?" She nodded looked away and carried on listening to the caller. "Look I have to go." She said. "Helen, Helen, don't hang up, what does he want?" I said panicking. "Hang on a minute." She took the phone from her ear and covered the mouthpiece with her hand. "Rupert I can't." "Can't what?" I said "I'll tell you later." "Tell me now. Let him wait." I didn't want her to put the phone down. "Alright, there are a group of them watching some match or other on the television at his friend's house tonight and last night I said I would serve drinks. He wants to know if I'm still doing it. I've told him I can't." "Of course you can, I told you, it's up to you. Ask him if I'm invited." "Rupert no." "Why not?" I said. "Rupert, I told him I had a naughty waitress outfit." I gave her a puzzled look. "It's upstairs, I bought it yesterday with the other stuff." "Did you tell him you'd wear it tonight?" I said. "Yes I did. I was drunk. There will be a lot of men there tonight I can't do it." "Look." I said. "You said it yourself, you enjoyed yourself last night and we agreed there would be no regrets. There's nothing to be ashamed of in going there tonight. Ask him if I'm invited." "Rupert." She said and sat there biting her lip. After a long pause I said. "Go on ask him if I can come...Please Helen, ask him." She put the phone back to her ear. "Hello, still there. Can my husband come with me?...I don't know I'll ask him. Why do you want to come?" "I want join in and watch the match." I said. "He says he wants to join in and watch the match. No I don't think he'll cause trouble." She said this looking me in the eye and mimed writing, I grabbed the message pad off the worktop and held the pen waiting to write down what she said. She spoke the address followed by a phone number out laud and I wrote them down. "About eight O'clock then... OK, goodbye." She put the phone down on the table in front of her. Fun Party Ch. 02 We didn't speak for a long time. Helen fiddled with the phone and I just sat there looking at her. Eventually I broke the silence. "Will there be many people there tonight?" She answered in monotone. "I'm not sure, quite a few." "Are they all friends?" I said. "I think so." She said. "Bob said that they meet at this house every now and again and the wife of the guy whose house it is acts as hostess." "Will she be there tonight?" "Yes I'm supposed to be helping her." "Are you alright?" I asked "I don't know. I'm a bit scared. Don't you even think about leaving me tonight, you stay with me all the time, understand?" "I understand and I won't leave you alone for a second. We can leave anytime you want to and you're in charge you don't have to do anything you don't want to." We went out again to do a few jobs and didn't speak about the previous or coming night. I was aware that Helen hadn't told me anything about what had happened at Bob's house and I had all but lied about Tracy. She didn't need to spell out what had happened but I did. She had not given me the carte blanche that had given her, I was a cheating husband and I suppose until she was to tell me or I was to witness her, she was, to a lesser extent, a cheating wife. I was not comfortable with the situation. I decided that I would drive to the house and not drink so that I could keep my wits about me and be ready to go the moment Helen was not happy. I recognized the area it was out of town in a posh village, all big houses as I remembered. I didn't want to bring it up and risk spooking Helen or I would have gone out in the afternoon to make sure I could find the place. I wanted it to be Helen that next mentioned it. We did our jobs in town. I did some work in the garden and had a shower at about half past five. I put on all new clothes, jogging pants, tee shirt, sweat shirt and trainers. Clothing that was appropriate for watching football with the lads. I put on no underwear or socks, I hoped, this was appropriate for gangbanging my wife with a bunch of strangers. I came downstairs and watched the six O'clock news with Helen but I wasn't taking anything in. I kept glancing at her and couldn't believe what we had planned. I was determined not ask her about getting ready I wanted it to be her who started moving unprompted. It got to seven O'clock and I turned to Channel Four News, the latest on the occupations in Iraq and Palestine made me forget myself for a few minutes. I looked at the clock, it was seven ten and Helen hadn't moved. If she started getting ready now and didn't take her usual time we would already be late. Seven fifteen and she still hadn't moved. Bollocks, I would have to say something. "I'm going upstairs for a shave. I'll start the shower running for you, shall I?" I said. "OK." She said a bit sullenly. "Do you want me to iron anything for you, while you have your shower?" "No it doesn't need ironing." She said still sounding less than enthusiastic but she hadn't said she wasn't going. "OK I'll see you up there then." I used the en suite bathroom, started the shower and started shaving over the sink. I heard her moving about in the bedroom then she came into the bathroom, naked, put her shower cap on and stepped into the shower just as I was finishing my shave. I called into the cubical. "I'll see you downstairs love. How long will you be?" "As long as it takes." She called back. "OK no rush." I called back and went into the bedroom. Her entire naughty waitress outfit was laid out on the bed. I was half expecting some cheep, maybe plastic, thing like one of those low quality plastic Santa Clause outfits. No this thing was quality and looked the part. There was a white linen cap, starched and authentic looking like something from a Lyons teashop of yesteryear. A black shinny dress that looked and felt like silk, it was essentially a short skirt with two 30mm wide straps attached to the back which crossed over like a pair of braces. The straps went over each shoulder and widened into two shaped gathered pieces for a breast each and joined into one piece before joining the skirt so that the effect would be a long V from waist to shoulder barely covering each breast. The skirt had suspender straps built into the inside of the waistband, which hung down below the hem. There was a stiffly starched short white apron. A pair of white thong panties, a pair of black fishnet stockings and a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes. Fucking hell! The shower stopped and I slipped out of the bedroom to wait downstairs. She was a long time getting ready the phone rang just after eight O'clock. I took the call in the kitchen. "Hello may I speak to Helen please?" "Is that Bob?" I could sense him being a bit cagey. I recognized the voice and continued before he had a chance to answer. "We're running a bit late but we will be there. I've got the address but can you give me some directions or the postcode so I can get directions off the computer." He was no longer suspicious and gave me directions that were easy to follow. I knew the road that the house was on. I gave him a bit of advice "Look Bob Helen's a bit windy about this and she hasn't had a drink tonight so be careful how you treat her when we get there. She's quite likely to turn around and walk out if she doesn't feel comfortable." Bob indicated that he understood and would tell everyone. I asked him how many people there were and he told me there were about twenty men. Christ I nearly choked. I asked him how many women and he said that when Helen arrived there would be three, the hostess, the young woman we met at the party and Helen. I asked a final question. "Will everyone be joining in?" He said that he hoped so. I asked that he make a space on the drive for our car, as I didn't want Helen to have to walk in her heels and have time to change her mind. Bob said that he would sort something out. Helen came into the lounge wearing her coat and said. "I'm ready." I could see the fishnets and stilettos but nothing else of her outfit. She had the cap in her hand and the rest was hidden under her coat. We got in the car and were off. It was a big house 1970s brick and Georgian windows, all the lights were on but the curtains were drawn. Bob was as good as his word, there were cars parked in the lane but none on the drive and we parked with Helen's door about a couple of meters from the front door. "Here we are." I said, got out and closed the door. As I walked around the car Bob and a woman I took to be the hostess came out and Bob opened Helen's door, helped her out and said. "Hello again Helen, glad you could make it. I'd like to introduce you to Susan. This is her and her husband's house and she will be looking after you tonight." Susan was about forty-five, buxom with blond hair and a smiling round face. She had a big red coat on but I could see her legs clad in white stockings and she was wearing white stiletto heels. She shook Helen's hand and said. "I think we are going to have a good time tonight Helen, come with me and I'll get you a drink." She smiled at me, turned to Bob and said. "Bob will you take Rupert through to the lounge the football's about to start." The lounge was big with a plasma screen television as high as it could be on one of the walls. There were two large low backed leather sofas pulled out about a meter from the wall opposite the television two armchairs at 900 to them and another sofa at 900 to them on the other wall also about a meter from the wall. There were a few guys sitting but most were standing around in little groups or alone watching the television. Bob said. "I'll go and see what's happening the girls haven't been in yet we've been waiting for Helen. Everyone's been looking forward to meeting her." "Can I come with you?" He didn't seem too keen but shrugged and led me back into the hall and along to the kitchen. In we went, Helen, in her naughty waitress outfit had her back to us and was talking to Susan. Susan was wearing a corset that came up to below her tits and flared over her hips, the white stockings and white stilettos that I'd already seen and nothing else. The young girl was talking to an old fat chap who was casually stroking her arse. She was all in white, stilettos, stockings, suspender belt and shirt collar and cuffs and again nothing else. Bob did the introductions the fat chap, Roger, was Susan's husband and the gorgeous young girl, Joy, lived with Bob. Susan turned to me and said. "We were just saying how fantastic Helen looks in her outfit but we were thinking she's a bit overdressed, what do you think Rupert?" I didn't want to get this wrong and I saw plenty of potential to spook Helen. I turned to Helen and said. "I think you look beautiful as you are but if you want to change I'd be quite happy." "There you go Helen, come upstairs and we'll sort you out." Helen made no protest and went off with Susan. Roger commented on how he hadn't seen us around in the scene and would have remembered Helen. I told him this was our first time. "Second time for Helen." Bob interrupted. "She was a real star last night." Bingo I could now tell Helen about my little tryst with Tracey and not be a cheating husband. "Do you know Bob we haven't talked about last night, I've been dying to ask her but didn't want to spook her and scare her off tonight. What did she get up to?" "She was fantastic, she pulled a train like a pro as one guy finished fucking her she was straight into the next, she's a cock lover alright." Fucking hell this was more than I'd expected, a drunken fumble or one of them taking her upstairs but a gangbang with her setting the pace was not what I'd expected at all. "How many?" I asked. "What?" He said. "How many cocks did she have? How many men fucked her last night?" "Hard to tell, people were coming and going and she just went on and on. Funny she wasn't keen at first. She got all pissy with me when I put my hands down her bra and squeezed her tits for a laugh. I didn't let go though and my mate got his hand up her skirt and into her cunt. When the other lads got their cocks out and waved them in her face she stopped wriggling, got right into it and there was no stopping her after." He went on. "I reckon seven or eight blokes must have been through her last night, most of them more that once. I fucked her twice. I was the first one and the last one into her. She was unstoppable. She sucked soft cocks to get them hard so they could fuck her again and when someone new came in she had his cock out before he could say hello. I know at least three fellas who came their muck in her mouth. That's a hell of a woman you've got there. Only thing is she wouldn't take it up the arse. I realized what they meant in the seventies by having your mind blown. I was in shock. I had not been paying attention to where my eyes were and Bob said with a chuckle. "Hey Joy, Rupert hasn't taken his eyes off your cunt, I think he wants to feel it." I was mortified but she came over good as gold, put her arms around my neck and started kissing me. Bob said. "Open your legs up Joy and Rupert get your hand in that cunt, she's such a small girl with a massive cunt go on feel it she's waiting." I felt her opening her legs and I did as I was told and started fingering her. He was right it was big and wet the night was young but I figured it had already seen some action. "Nice to see everyone's getting on so well." Said Susan. I turned to see her and Helen standing right beside me, I hadn't heard them come in. "There's something very special about Joy's cunt, I've been in it a time or two myself. What do you think of it Rupert?" I couldn't speak just mumbled and stuttered. I think Helen was pleased to find me with my hand in the cookie jar, all that talk about not wanting any other women and at the first opportunity here I was. This was the first time today that I'd seen Helen smile. In fact she and Susan had a hard time containing their laughter at my predicament. Helen said. "Well what do you think?" I couldn't believe she'd just asked me that, I had a stab at an answer. "It, it, its lovely, smoo-smoo-smooth and s-s-silky." "Not her cunt, you pervert my outfit." They couldn't contain themselves and both started laughing at me I glanced around the room and everyone was having a grin at my expense. I took my first proper look at Helen. The black dress and panties were gone, her stockings were now held up by a black lace suspender belt. The white apron partially covered her tits but there would always at least one nipple exposed and it had been gathered at the waist so that it didn't cover her pubes. Helen was the only one with a full pubic bush, Joy's was very severely trimmed and Susan's was bald. Roger spoke up. "Come on lads lets get in there and give the girls space to prepare themselves." We left them and rejoined the men in the other room. Roger, Bob and I were pestered for news the minute we walked back into the lounge. "Patience boys patience, they'll be along directly control yourselves." We didn't have long to wait, Susan led them in and a huge cheer went up. They each carried a large silver tray filled with glasses of Champaign. The cheer set them smiling as they separated and walked amongst the men. There was usually a hand or three on their arses as they walked past people and everyone wanted to talk to them. The trays made it difficult to touch their tits or cunts but one or two tried. I noticed that Helen got almost none of the physical attention and then remembered the warning I'd given Bob on the phone, disciplined lot I thought. The girls must have planned what to do because they finished up each standing about meter from each of the sofas holding their trays at the high port with their feet apart. Men swarmed around them touching them up and talking to them. I nipped in next to Helen, rubbed her arse and started very obviously fingering her cunt from behind. With my other hand I squeezed her tit. "Enjoying yourself?" I said. As other guys picked up the signal that she was available and joined in. Someone took the tray off her and she put her arms around me and kissed me. I took my hands away from her cunt and tits to allow others in and when we broke our kiss a tall guy on her other side said her name, she turned and he started kissing her. I moved back and became one of the spectators. Joy was the first to be carried back a couple of paces onto the sofa but soon all three women were on their individual sofas. It was now obvious why the furniture was so arranged men could get behind the low back so that each woman was surrounded with men that were engaged with them or just watching. Some guys has stripped off some had taken their trousers off some had their cocks out but almost half were still fully clothed. Helen was lying on her sofa with one leg over the low back, the other splayed and her head resting on the arm of the sofa. Two guys were fingering her cunt, the one, standing behind the sofa with me, was slowly driving three fingers in and out and the other, sitting on the edge of the sofa between her legs, of the sofa was massaging her clit. A guy who had just stripped off offered her his cock and she took it in her mouth wanking it and massaging his balls with her hands. He was squeezing one of her tits. Another naked guy came over from one of the other sofas with a hard on and said to the guys working on her cunt. "May I?" The guy sitting got up, the naked chap climbed aboard and with no further ceremony he put his cock in and started fucking her in the missionary position. This was the moment that I had been waiting for and it happened in such a matter of fact manner and Helen didn't even acknowledge the presence of the guy that was fucking her. The chap on the other side of the sofa who had been messing with her cunt helpfully lifted and held her leg up. The guy next to me had moved off to take his clothes off so I lifted and held her other leg up. Almost everyone had either stripped off or was stripping off so one handed, still holding Helens leg I got out of my clothes. The guy fucking her went onto the vinegar strokes, she started panting, the cock came out of her mouth and I witnessed her first orgasm of the night. The guy no sooner pulled out than Helen took hold of the cock she had been sucking got up and sat on the arm of the sofa where her head had been with her legs wide open hanging over the end. She guided the chap around to the end of the sofa by his cock, fed it into her cunt and then pulled his arse into her. It was no more than ten seconds between one cock coming out and the next going in. She lifted her legs up then put first one hand on my shoulder, I was still behind the sofa, and then her other on the guy opposite me and said. "Lay me back." We laid her down so her arse was on the arm of the sofa, her legs were high in the air and she was lying along its length. The bloke fucking her was tall but this new position gave him problems, Helen called out. "Rub my cunt." I got the idea her cunt lips and clit had maximum exposure in this position and the bloke opposite me was straight there. Another bloke with a hard on, knelt on the sofa with her head between his legs, she put her head back and took him in her mouth. I worked on her tits. I watched three more men fuck her in different positions. She sucked my cock when one bloke had her from behind with her kneeling on the sofa leaning over the back and it felt very different from the blowjobs she usually gives. I was number six, her cunt was loose and sloppy, her juice and men's cum all over it, around it, and down her legs it was a beautiful mushy mess. Number seven was just getting into his stride when Roger the host shouted. "Time gentlemen please. It's halftime and the ladies need a break." He gave them a few moments went over to his wife's sofa and then Helen's slapped the arse of the chap who was fucking her and said. "It'll be all the sweeter when you come back to it. Now come out of there." The girls left the room, Roger and Bob followed so I followed them back to the kitchen. The three girls were wiping themselves down with towels and Roger was pouring them long drinks. He saw me and said. "It's easy to get dehydrated, got to watch that." Helen took her drink and downed it in one. Roger handed her another one. The girls were dressed as previously, if a bit mussed up, the three guys were naked. "Are you ready for your bathroom duties ladies?" He led the way back into the hall, through another door and into a small indoor swimming pool area with a hot tub in the corner. The girls went through another door Roger handed his wife a bag and sat down at a small table, Bob and I joined him. Roger explained what was going on. The girls were in the pool changing room which had a large communal shower area they would be cleaning themselves up and getting ready for the next part of the evening which was the anal session. The girls would give themselves enemas and empty themselves out in the toilet. They would lube up and we would go back to the party. He said that this was his wife's routine. She liked a bit of anal, but not too much and not all night. She liked to be clean and for there not to be any unpleasant accidents. That's why an anal session was set aside which the guests liked. I asked him about the guests. About half were fellow swingers the rest were his employees, clients and one or two friends. His wife loved a gangbang but not many of the other wives did. Once every two months they had one of these sessions with three or four women. A couple more blokes drifted into the pool area then three more we chatted away and some of them had a dip in the pool. Roger went into the changing room, came out, said that they were nearly ready and we should head back to let them make their entrance. Fun Party Ch. 02 Roger announced their imminent arrival to the room, this must have been a pattern that the guys were familiar with because the room had been changed around. The three sofas now formed a triangle in the middle of the room with their seats facing inwards and arms touching each other. Each sofa was occupied there were a couple of blokes standing in the middle and the rest were standing around waiting. The door opened and Susan led the girls in to another cheer. She wore a little see through red shorty nighty and red hold up stockings. Joy wore a white PVC corset that came to below her tits and white PVC boots that came almost to her crotch. Helen looked stunning in the other half of her waitress outfit, the black dress and black hold up stockings. They spread out around the room again and got the same sort of attention as before. It had been years since Helen and I had had anal sex and then we didn't really do it properly. I elbowed my way to her and whispered into her ear. "Can I talk to you?" She put her arms around my neck so we could speak into each other's ears. This was weird in itself as there were men feeling her up as we did it, our chests didn't meet because someone's hands were in the way squeezing her tits. "Are you happy to do this anal session?" I said. "It should be alright." She said. "I've thoroughly washed myself out and Sue has put a supertanker load of Vaseline up me and all around the entrance. She says she loves it and Joy says she doesn't mind it so I suppose I'll get used to it." "Can I be the first?" "Have you got a decent hard on?" She said. "Sue says that it's best with a good stiffy. It must be good and hard or it won't go in properly." "It's getting harder by the second." I said. "Oh! Rupert!" She panted into my ear. "The guy behind has just, oh, oh, oh, oh." I wasn't going to be first. I was now holding Helen up while she was fucked in the arse by a complete stranger and by now that didn't seem odd. I looked around and the reasoning behind the new positioning of the sofas became obvious. Susan and Joy were bent forward over the back of a sofa each being fucked from behind. The chaps on the inside of the sofas were holding them and were all over their tits. Joy had one of their cocks in her mouth. Helen had her arms around my neck, hanging off me. Her legs started to buckle. I put a hand on each buttock and tried to hold her up. The chap on the left got the idea, and helped me the chap on the other side caught on followed suit. It finished up with Helen's buttocks supported by the hands of the guys on either side of her and me with a hand around each thigh so that she was in a sitting position with her arms around my neck and legs either side of me while being fucked up the arse. The chap behind shot his wad in her and moved out of the way. The guy on the left handed his job over to another chap and moved in behind her. I was almost in the right position and before the chap behind entered her I lifted her up and lowered her down onto my cock. I had to do it three times before I managed to lower her down and slip into her cunt. The guy behind her then pushed himself into her arse hole. My cock stayed relatively still in her but I could feel every movement of the other guy's cock in her arse as it went in and out of her. One of the chaps was holding her one handed and pushed his other hand down between us and started rubbing her cunt. He couldn't have had very good access but I think her clit got a little tickling. The chap fucking her pushed his arms between us and took a tit in each hand. Helen soon started to make the characteristic noises of orgasm. After a few moments of this she took her head off my shoulder and started kissing me wild and open mouthed. When this second guy finished I put her down and she moved to the sofa. She didn't lean over the back like the other girls she got on her hands and knees on the floor in front of the seat and set to sucking the guy who was sitting in the seat. I'd followed her around to have my turn in her arse but a chap got off Susan's sofa and beat me to it. She had a couple more guys messing with her tits and rubbing her up so I left her to it and took a turn around the room. Both the other girls were accommodating more that one man each and had suitors in reserve so I went and got a drink and started talking to a group of four guys who were standing and watching. One of them was Roger and another was the first chap to have fucked Helen's arse. Roger asked me if I was enjoying myself and introduced me to the rest of the group. I looked around the group then at the two men standing behind Helen's sofa watching and waiting their turn with her and thought to myself. This is my life now, do I really like it?