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To which I happily plead the fifth
M/F M/F – Soft Swinging, if anyone knows what that is
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	My wife and I were out for the evening, and found that our normal dance club was full, so we had two choices: either go home early, or do something else. We ended up a small little club that had just opened, and who had a live band. 
	The music was blaring full tilt, and the dance-floor was way too crowded. Another perfect night... We found ourselves bumping into many different dancers, which usually is annoying. The thing that made this time different, was that there seemed to be one woman who was deliberately rubbing against me from time to time. When I would look over at her, she was dancing with her partner, so I never knew if it were deliberate or not. But, towards the end of the song, I could have sworn I felt her hand slide across my ass. Again, though, her attention seemed to be elsewhere when I looked her way, leaving me unsure of whether I felt what I thought… or not. Though, I did feel more than a little aroused. 
	My wife noticed both the woman’s attention, and my arousal. (She doesn’t miss much…)
	After the dancing, we discovered that they were seated in the booth next to ours, so I introduced us when we went back to sit down.
      They told us they were Sondra and John, and they lived somewhere nearby, and were something of regulars ever since the place had opened. The man was older than his wife… my guess was mid forty something. He had salt and pepper hair, and stylish glasses. He was clean shaven, and dressed smartly. His shirt look tailored, and I'm sure was usually worn with a tie. He had the air of a successful doctor or lawyer. But although he exuded success, he was not soft. He worked out at a club, and we talked about the rigors of working and still finding time to make it to the gym. As he gestured, I noticed his Rolex watch catching the light from the stage.  Very rich..
	His wife was a little older than my wife somewhere in her mid-thirties She was also just slightly over-dressed, wearing an embroidered jacket over a short black dress that had some matching gold-stitched embroidery. The diamonds dangling at her ears, and strung at her throat were the envy of many glance throughout the evening.
	She must have been Scandinavian or something. She had a Nordic look to her. She was tall, and a solid build. Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue. She had the high Nordic cheek-bones that may have made her seem cold...except she had an easy laugh, and my wife hit it off with her right away
	We visited for awhile, and then my wife grabbed my hand, and led me back to the dance floor. It was mercifully crowded. I don't dance well, and the more people on the dance floor, the better I like it.As we danced, I again  felt a hand fondling my buttocks. 
      Now, in truth, it has happened before. Lord knows it happens enough with Nikita. But this time, Nikita was in front of me. Couldn't have been her. I smiled uncertainly at Nikita, but she had no idea why, and about that time, the song ended. As we headed back to the table, I noticed the Sondra was behind me. I was a little surprised, but as I said, a little flirting was the norm at these functions, and it wasn't worth mentioning to my wife, so I didn't.
	It wasn't too long after that that Nikita and I decided to plot the rest of the evening. Usually these nights turned into a sort of competition. We loved playing games with sexual favors as stakes. We hardly needed an excuse for sex... my wife and I have clicked sexually since the day we met... but we enjoyed the thrill of the chase.
	We were issuing each other our friendly challenges, and whispering thoughts of stakes to each other. I caught Sondra watching us intently during this exchange. I had just told my wife that if I won tonight I was going to tie her up and spank her. Nikita giggled, and whispered "You're on..." when I noticed Sondra's glance. She had a slight smile on her face, or so it seemed, and I wondered for a moment if she could read lips.
	Nikita's hand on my thigh brought my mind back to the present. "OK, loser gets tied... and loses their ass to the winner," she whispered. She knew if I won, it would mean more than a spanking, and I felt a stirring. Win, lose, or draw, I would rather play my wife a game than anything I could think of.
	"Deal," I said. "Do you need to head to the ladies room before we leave? "
	When Nikita went off to “Powder her nose” I stood up and shook John's hand. "Nice meeting you. We're going to run along. Hope we see you guys again."
	Sondra stood up with us. "You two are turning in already?"
	"No, actually, We're going to go shoot some pool," I said.
	"Ah, pool," John said. "I love playing."
	"John's terribly good," Sondra said with a grin.
	"Then you're definitely not invited," I laughed. "The only person I know who plays worse than me is Nikita. So she's my perfect partner."
	Sondra looked at me with flirting eyes. "Now see, Jay, you surprise me. I thought you were the type who liked a challenge."
	"Well... "
	Nikita came up behind me. "What's going on here," she said with a huge smile. "Are you two trying to steal my husband from me?"
	We had drifted by now towards the door so we could hear each other talk better.
	"Nope. They're just trying to hustle me in a game of pool."
	"You two play?"
	"When we can," Sondra said.
	"Why don't you come with us then," Nikita said, surprising me. I looked at her. I was as congenial as most, but what I had in mind didn't call for a foursome. Nikita caught my look, and meaning. "Oh come on. I need a champion. You always beat me," She smiled. "And I want to win for once."
	Never being able to refuse my wife anything I smiled and agreed. And off we went.
	Unfortunately, our little pool spot was too crowded. The wait was an hour for a table.
	"Damn," Sondra said. "Well, if you two still want to play, I know a place where I can guarantee we get a table."
	"Oh? Where?"
	She smiled. "Our place."
	"You have a table at your house?" I asked with a laugh. "So, we really are being hustled."
	John clasped my shoulder. "You're only hustled if you bet," he said. "Don't wager, and you can't lose anything but pride."
	Nikita smiled. "Let's go," she said. "I want to play. I am getting better all the time…"
	Sondra and John's house, as it turns out, was not far from where we were, and it was gorgeous. Nikita Ooohed the moment she walked in, and she and Sondra were instant soul mates. Sondra offered to give her the tour, and off they went in search of window treatments. Meanwhile, John led me to the game room, where we racked the table, and talked about guy things while waiting for the women to get to us. For all of his wealth, he was easy to talk to, and we found we had a lot in common. Including (and this was odd in Texas) a mutual dislike for the Dallas Cowboys. John was from New York originally, and I was from Washington, DC, so we chatted about the way things were back east while we waited for the ladies to rejoin us. It seemed like forever, but they finally did return, and were instantly forgiven when we saw they came bearing gifts. Or, drinks actually.
	Nikita handed me mine (some sort of Coke and something) and pulled me close to whisper to me.
	"Do you love me?" she asked. I smiled. That was usually a loaded question. Especially when whispered the way she just whispered it. I wondered what was up. "I adore you," was my answer.
	"And you trust me?"
	"Of course..." now I was really puzzled.
	"Then do me a favor?"
	I sipped my drink and felt a stirring, without knowing why. Somehow, I sensed sexual overtones in her conversation that I didn't understand. Of course, the way I felt about my wife, I could sense sexual overtones if she wore flannel shirts and fuzzy slippers.
	"Anything."
	She flashed me a million dollar smile. "I knew you would say that." She turned back to John and Sondra who I now noticed had been watching us throughout the conversation.
	"He'll play," she announced. 
	I raised an eyebrow, wondering what my wife had just volunteered me for. But I meant what I said, I would do anything for her. And I trusted her. Mostly.
	"What are the teams?" Sondra asked.
	"Well, I still don't know what the game is," I said.
	"Pool," My wife said with a pinch.
	I smiled. "OK. Then what are the teams?...shirts versus skins?" 
	John laughed. "If that's it then Jay's on my team and we'll be shirts," he said.
	Nikita pretended to pout. "It is not fair to take advantage of the women."
	"I think couple vs. couple for the first game," Sondra said.
	"I think we're gonna get creamed," I said.
	"With a little luck," Sondra said with a disarming smile. "But Nikita told me that you like a challenge."
	I shrugged. "Hey, I'm game."
	"Good," John said. "Darling, what are the rules?"
	Sondra cleared her throat. "Well," she said with a slight flush to her cheeks. "John dim the lights. We're going to play strip pool. And none of us are twenty any more."
	I drank my drink slowly, trying to remain calm while I felt an erection starting. Nikita and I had always played for stakes. But never like this. And I had a pretty good idea that we were not about to win. But, I was in no way going to back out now. Nikita was game. I wasn't going to let everyone down.
	"How do we play exactly?"
	"Well," she said as the lights around her dimmed to a sexy glow. "We play normal partner shoot. Except that for every shot you make, I have to remove an article of clothing."
	"I like it so far," I said.
	Nikita slapped me playfully. "I knew you would."
	"And," Sondra continued. "For every shot John makes, Nikita removes an article. And when I make one, you strip. When Nikita makes one, John strips."
	I smiled and looked at my wife. "Then John should start in nothing but boxers, to make it interesting."
	Nikita laughed. "Well… There should be some sort of curve here."
	Sondra shrugged. "Well, not knowing what we have on under is part of the fun, don't you think? But..." She removed her jacket, and kicked off her shoes. "They do have a point, dear. We are probably better than they are."
	John smiled and bowed. "I haven't seen Jay shoot yet. But I am willing to try and be fair."
	He took off his shoes and socks.
	"OK," he said. "Satisfied?"
	"Nope," I said hefting my cue. "But the evening is young."
	Everyone laughed. For all of the sexually charged energy in the air, things were remarkably relaxed. 
	"Who breaks?"
	Sondra handed me the ball. "You of course." She walked around behind me and whispered as she passed: "Strip me fast, will you? I'm dying to get out of this dress..."
	My heart was beating loudly as I positioned myself for the break. I am not a great player, but sometimes I get lucky. I was praying for a good break. I had this feeling that if I didn't shoot well the first time, my wife and I would be nude before I got another turn...
	The balls broke well and the four ball sank. I looked up from the table, and Sondra walked around so she was on the opposite side. "Nice shot," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "John, can you help me with this zipper?"
	I felt my wife come up beside me and put her hand on my waist, as intent to see this as I was.
	I should say at this point that Sondra was much different than my wife. My wife is a full bodied woman. Not fat – don’t even hint that, or I’m dead – but she had a classic hourglass figure, with a very narrow waist and full hips. Her breasts were full as well, and she worked out every day which kept her firm and trim. 
      Sondra, on the other hand, was petite -- standing five foot two in her stocking feet. She looked very good in her designer dress, and I was most interested to see how she looked coming out of it.
	John stepped up behind his wife, and unzipped the dress. He then had to help her out of it a little...it was a tight dress.
	Beneath she wore a half slip and a black lace bra, that barely contained what were surprisingly large breasts. The way they almost spilled out of the lace bra, and the fullness on top, made me suspect that they weren’t real. But they were incredibly sexy fakes. 
	She also wore black stockings, and by the slight seams I could see beneath the slip, I knew they were stockings, and not pantyhose. My kind of woman…
	I felt Nikita's hand stray to my ass, and give it a squeeze. "Don't drool," she said.
	"Shoot again," Sondra said with a gesture.
	I looked over the table. The three ball was an easy shot. I decided it was no time to be brave, so I took it. As it sank I looked up. Sondra smiled at me.
	"You mean business, don't you?" she asked, and slid her slip off. Beneath she wore black lace panties... and then to make sure I got the full effect, she slowly turned around showing me the back, and there was nothing there but a piece of lace going up between her cheeks. It was a nice effect. She had a world class ass. The breasts may be fake, but the ass was as real as could be, and no doubt she had worked very hard to keep it as firm and round as it was. I always appreciate the effort women go through. For her age – or for any age – she looked great.
	"Go on... things get tougher now," she said.
	I looked at the table. Not a clean shot on the board. Oh well.. it was fun while it lasted, I thought.
	The only thing even remotely possible was a bank into the side pocket. I shot quickly not expecting it to fall. 
	Imagine my surprise when it did.
	John clapped softly. "Well done," he said.
	Sondra looked down and grinned ruefully. "Yes. Hell of a shot."
	"I think we've been hustled, darlin," John said.
	She nodded, and reached behind her back. "I should take off a stocking... but...hell...that was a good shot... You deserve a little more..."
	What she showed then was a lot more. The bra came off, and her full breasts spilled out. The way they pointed straight out confirmed my suspicion that they were not just real, but as I said before, whoever did them was an artist. They rose proudly, pointing the nipples straight at me. Her nipples were very large around, and a pink rose color.
	I looked at my wife. She was watching the display as well, a smile on her face. The smile made me feel better. Her eyes caught mine and she squeezed my ass again. 
	"You OK with this?" I asked her softly.
	"Hell yeah. Strip her ass naked" she whispered back.. "You don't think he's gonna miss a shot do you?"
	I had a feeling he wouldn't.
	Unfortunately, I had no shot. I missed the next one, Sondra sat down on the high back chair, and John approached the table.
	"Oh boy," Nikita whispered under her breath. I knew what she was thinking. The way John stood and held his cue, it was a safe bet Nikita's clothes were about to come off. Fast. I confess that the prospect excited me a little. I am proud of her sexy body...and had never had a chance to really show it off. Maybe I should have been jealous or nervous. But, it seemed easy and safe... I had no idea why. Maybe because we didn't even know them. Maybe because Sondra was already half naked. But I knew what was about to happen, and felt no jealousy at all. Only anticipation as I thought about my wife being forced to strip, and me getting to see her bare, excited body on display...
	John was every bit as good as we expected, hoped, and feared.
	The ten went in, and Nikita took off her shoes. That was followed by the 12. Nikita stood to me, and I unzipped her dress. She slipped it off of her. I watched her stand, hands at her sides, cheeks flushed, in her black bra, t-back panties, and black stockings. Her eyes never left the table, and I could tell by her breathing that she was highly excited. I touched her bare ass cheek, and she moaned softly.
	John took a moment to appraise her.
	"Would you be so kind as to turn around Nikita? As my wife did for Jay? We like to enjoy our winnings, too..."
	Nikita smiled, and made him pay for that. For she turned with a sultry spin, and wriggled her ass as she did. As I said, my wife has a wonderful body, and her full ass is one of the best parts… the only thing that looks better than it in T-Backs was her T-Backs when she *works* it.
	I heard John suck in his breath, and Sondra murmured her approval. "I could work out for four hours a day and never look like that in Thongs," she said.
	Nikita did a small curtsy. "You're so sweet," she said.
	I thought Sondra underestimated herself. True, her ass was smaller, and her hips narrower, bit she had a knockout figure, too, and she had to know it.
	John allowed himself one last look before leaning over the table again. The nine ball went into the side. Nikita undid her bra.
	"Not the show that Sondra's is I am afraid." she said, and I could tell she was resisting the urge to cover up. Her breasts were full enough, but not as perky as they once were. Still, they we nice, full, natural breasts, and looked great.
	"You underestimate yourself," John said.
	"I keep telling her that," I commented. "Stand straight and sexy for them, darlin." 
	She straightened her back in a way that always drives me wild...her nipples jut out, and her ass quivers, her stomach smooth and flat. I was aching to take her right then. But I knew I had to wait.
	Sondra clapped. "Bravo, Nikita. Very nice. Isn't it John?"
	John was still staring. He cleared his throat. "Very nice," he said, his voice husky. 
	Sondra laughed. It was an honest throaty laugh. "I think John would trade my tits in a minute to get an ass like that wriggling on his lap..." She smacked him playfully on his ass. "wouldn't you, my husband?" 
	John looked at his wife, then at Nikita, who was still posing. Then he looked back at his wife's large breasts very slowly and deliberately. Finally, he looked at me and smiled. "There are some questions a man should be smart enough not to answer," he said.
	I laughed. "That did sound like a rhetorical question, didn't it?"
	Sondra folded her arms across her breasts, covering her nipples deliberately. "Ok, wise guy. Shoot. And if you want to see how she shaves, you better concentrate more on your shot, and less on her ass."
	Nikita laughed,  still standing with her arms down, posing for them. As John leaned over his shot, though, she walked over to the table next to the ball he was aiming at, and turned so her ass faced him, and then leaned over to touch her toes, wriggling her delicious ass the whole time.
	Her ruse worked. John flubbed an easy shot.
	"That wasn't fair!" he protested. Nikita laughed and sauntered sexily past him.
	"Who said I was fair...?" she said with a shrug, and a sexy flip of her hair. She continued on to her seat and took a drink with an innocent look on her face. Or as innocent as possible considering what she was wearing. She was incredibly poised and in control, playing to the whole room, and I cannot remember a time when she looked more alluring. 
	"Your shot," I reminded her.
	Nikita's eyes went wide. "Oh. I forgot." She was feeling the effects of her drinking now, and she had the giggles, which usually happens when she drinks anything stronger than a beer. Her laughter was contagious.
	She went up to the table, her cue in hand, and surveyed the layout. "All right John. Now let's see what you have," She said with a grin. My wife, for all she loves to play pool, is terrible at it. Especially  after all of the drinking that she had been doing. She shot at the two ball and missed it completely. The cue banked off of two cushions and then, incredibly, knocked in the five. Nikita laughed and looked at John smugly, as though it was all planned. "Get 'em off," she said, with a jerk of her thumb.
	John protested. "That was a scratch."
	"Which means," Sondra said approaching her husband, "she can't shoot again. But she is right. Each ball sunk means something comes off."
	John smiled. "All right." He started to unbutton his shirt, but Sondra had other things in mind. 
	"Where are your manners," she said, and she grabbed for his belt. His hands grabbed hers for a moment, and then their eyes met. He seemed to flush a little, and then dropped his hands and stood while his wife undid his pants and pulled them down. Beneath, he wore white cotton boxers. And although it seemed he filled them fairly well, surprisingly, he did not seem quite erect beneath. I was so hard it was beginning to hurt. Some men have better control, I guess.
	Nikita nodded, satisfied, and then went back to her chair, but as she passed by me, she groped my crotch.
	"Just checking," she said with a laugh as she wriggled into her seat.
	"Just checking what? That it's still there?"
	"Nope...just checking that you still love me," she said with a grin. Then she slid off of the chair, and with a big show, grabbed my erection through the pants. "And you still do." She proclaimed.
	Everyone laughed with her. She was amazing me. The effects of the alcohol were making her totally unabashed. 
	Sondra shook her head as she got up for her shot, her large breasts swaying as she approached the table. "I think I had better start shooting before Nikita gets you guys creaming your pants." She bent over the table. Her nipples nearly brushing the railing. "Let's see if I can save your pants for you, Jay."
	The fifteen went in.
	"OK," Nikita said, her hands grabbing my belt. "About time."
	I pushed her hands away. "Wait a minute..." 
	"You lose, sweeite. So, take em off... show 'em what you got."
	"I'll be happy to, but..." I looked at Sondra. "Can't get the pants off of my shoes. You'll have to do this in order..."
	She smiled a slow smile, and her left hand absently caressed her nipple as she eyed me up and down. There was no hiding the erection in my pants. And no desire to. "My pleasure..." she said.
	Nikita smiled. "Beat the pants off of him, girl." 
	"Hey, who's side are you on?"
	Nikita looked at me hungrily. "Whosever gets you naked faster." 
	I heard the smack of a ball, and looked down to see another striped ball disappear into the pocket.
	"How many shoes you got?" Sondra asked, chalking up her cue, never even looking at me, as I kicked off my last shoe.
	"Just two. One for each foot."
	"That's good," she said. Her breasts swayed as she shot. I heard a ball drop into the side pocket. "So... get those pants off now."
	I looked at the table. There was only one ball left now for them: the eight.
	Nikita slipped up behind me. In a moment my trousers were at my ankles. John looked just briefly, then away as I would expect a man to. But Sondra watched in eagerness. After she had pulled my pants all of the way off, she worked her hand around to my front, and grasped my very hard cock through the thin fabric of my briefs, and squeezed. 
	"Nice," Sondra said. "And now we are down to one ball." She giggled. “On the table, anyway.”
	"And I have two articles of clothing," I pointed out. "How does this work?"
	John cleared his throat. "Well, generally speaking, the team that loses the game strips naked upon its conclusion."
	Some how I had figured that.
	"If that's agreeable to you two?" Sondra asked, as much to Nikita as to me. "Since we never said exactly what the final stakes were... you can back out now."
	"We never back out, and we never back down," Nikita said, still playing with my cock. I said nothing. I could hardly breathe.
	"Never?" Sondra asked. "How interesting. Because there is this one little house rule that goes along with that..."
	"What?"
	Sondra looked to John for him to explain. 
	He sat back in his seat, trying to remain calm and cool, but he was excited now, there was no mistaking it. The bulge in his boxers was beginning to show, and although he put a hand over it, it was more for relief than to conceal it. "Well," he said. "The losing couple has to perform for the winners."
	"Perform how?" I asked. As though it mattered. I was so turned on, I would have juggled flaming knives, as long as my wife didn't stop caressing me...
	"However," Sondra said. "Whatever we say... you do. If, of course, we win. Nothing painful, of course. And we'll only ask you to perform with each other."
	"Is that acceptable?" John asked. His hand was beneath the band of his boxers now, and he had tugged them down for better access. His cockhead was visible. It looked  incredibly thick. 
	"Acceptable?” I said, as I looked at the table. There was no way Sondra was missing this shot. “Yes," I said.
	"Hell, yes," Nikita amended.
	"Good," Sondra said. And without so much as a breath, she sunk the eight ball.
	"Nice shot," John breathed.
	Sondra smiled at him. "I take care of you, don't I sweetie?"
	John smiled back.
	"So..." Nikita said coming around in front of me, in a sexy strut... "Tell us what you want."
	Sondra smiled. "Well, before we really get started. I want to take your cocky little husband down a notch."
	"Cocky?" I said, feigning surprise. "Me?"
	"Making me start with your shoes..." she said, slowly approaching us. "After we were all so easy with you. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk."
	"Well... I..." I trailed off as she came closer.
	"First,” she said. “I will see you naked. And then, I will see your naked body bent over this pool table." She was very close now. We could feel the heat of her near naked body. "And then, I want to see you get that smart little ass of your spanked by your sexy wife."
	“Oh, I think I can do that,” Nikita said . 
	Sondra looked me in the eye. "Making me wait is not in your best interest,” she said, eyeing my remaining clothes meaningfully.
	I nodded and began unbuttoning my shirt. Sondra stepped back so John could see the show, too, and then she folded her arms across her chest, but she kept them under her breasts, so her nipples remained exposed.
	I dropped my shirt behind me. It was a strange experience to be the center of attention as three people watched me undress. Nikita, of course, had seen this before. But even the feel of her eyes was different.
	I am tall. Six feet two, and lean, weighing about 185 pounds. I have always had a slim physique, although after I turned thirty, I had to work to maintain it. I have never felt like I had a great body. Despite any efforts to bulk up, my muscles remained lean, and stringy. My chest was defined, but not a massive ripple of muscle, and I had no hair anywhere on my whole torso, except the small strip that ran down from my navel to below my briefs. 
	Yet, Nikita had always enjoyed seeing me naked, making me feel more sexy because of her reaction. Either she was a great actress, or she actually enjoyed my nude body. And, after awhile I stoppped caring which it was, as long as she kept it up. 
	This time, though, was different, because I was once again being seen by new people. And, strangely, I was hoping that I didn’t disappoint my audience -- as much for Nikita’s sake as my own. I knew how I had felt when everyone’s reaction to Nikita had been one of admiration, and I wanted her to feel that now. After all, the way we felt about each other, my body was as much her’s as mine... and I wanted her to feel the pride I felt in her.
	My heart was thudding as my hands went to my briefs. One thing about it... at least I didn’t worry about not being hard. That would have been embarrassing. Fortunately, it was not an issue.
	I slid my briefs down to my side, and my cock sprang free from its containment. I was as hard as I had ever been in my life, and the movement of taking my underwear off pushed the stiff erection down before letting it loose, so my cock bobbed side to side for a moment, before settling in at full erection, pointing upward from my body, and throbbing with excitement.
	My cock is not huge. I have always felt it was pretty average at about seven inches long, and about average in girth. But it is shaped well,  and I have never been ashamed of it... just not particularly proud of it. Nikita had a different view, though. She always treated my penis as though it was porn star sized huge. I figured all of her previous lovers must have been exceptionally small. I mean, I had seen porn stars, after all, and I wasn’t that big.
	I remember early on in our relationship, when she told me that she loved anal sex. And then, quickly said, “But, not with you, dear.”
	I laughed, surprised. “Why not with me?”
	She had taken my cock in her hand, looked at it, looked at me, and said: “Surely someone has told you… right?”
	Like I said, she always made me feel sexy. But at this moment, with my erection on display, I was hoping she was right.
	I could hardly breath I was so excited, but at the same time, I was a little shy about being so boldly exposed. I could feel my face blushing, and I looked down, glancing around at the others’ reaction only surreptitiously.
	John had his boxers all the way off now, and his shirt was unbuttoned. His legs were spread, and he was lightly touching himself as he watched the whole scene. His attention was on all of us, I could see his gaze flicking back and forth from Sondra, to Nikita, to me. His erection was also on display now, although he sat back a little from the rest of us.
	I didn’t stare – men won’t unless they’re gay – but I did look. He was thick -- thicker than I am by a half. His cock looked like the butt end of a pool cue. But, surprisingly, his penis was shorter than mine, maybe four or five inches long. I can imagine, though, that the thickness made a women feel as though it were bigger.
	Sondra was touching her left nipple, rolling it between her forefinger and thumb. Her eyes were riveted on my throbbing dick, never glancing away, or even seeming to blink. 
	“You shave,” she breathed softly.
	I nodded, feeling myself blush a little.
	She smiled. “Very nice,” she said.
	Nikita was watching me, but her gaze swept me head to toe, taking in my whole naked form. Then I saw her notice John’s fondling, and her eyes flicked back between his crotch and mine. My wife is one of those wonderful women who admit freely that they like the look of a cock, and she admired the two in the room freely.
	All of this seemed to last forever, but probably just took a moment. Then Sondra pointed to the table, and I turned, feeling my rigid member swaying freely as I did, and I bent over the pool table. 
	I am not a submissive person by nature. It has always been remarkable to me that my wife has talked me into being submissive to her on certain nights. But, I could never deny her anything, and although she is hardly dominating, there are times she has been in the mood, and it has brought me great pleasure to give her the opportunity to explore that fantasy with my body. And, surprisingly, those nights when she has had her total way with me have long stayed with me, and made me aroused even thinking back on them. I guess that my offering her a part of me no one else had ever had is incredibly erotic.
	But, anyway, the point is, I have been spanked before. Not often, but it has happened.
	This time though, as I was bent over the table, it was such a powerful sensation, that it made my knees quiver. Nikita had to do to me whatever John or Sondra told her to do. That was the game. And although I wasn’t fearing for my safety, I was overcome with the feeling of the unknown. How many times would I be spanked? Would it just be Nikita’s bare hand? How long would it last?
	I had no idea...and the thrill of it coursed through me.
	“Oh no,” Sondra said. “That’s no good. We can’t see his dick.”
	I felt a hand reach up between my legs and grasp onto my penis, adjusting it so I wasn’t laying on it, but it was pointed straight down, held there by the side of the table. I knew this made my balls jut out as well, and I suddenly felt even more exposed and vulnerable.
	The damn thing is, I didn’t know who had moved my cock and balls. It could have been John for all I knew, although I had never heard the chair move. I figured it was Nikita, but I didn’t know for sure. The anticipation of the first strike mounted.
	“OK, dear. Let’s see your stuff.”
	Nikita smacked me. It was not a fake smack. It stung, and hit with surprise, since there was no way of knowing it was coming. A cry escaped my lips. And then I felt a hand lightly rubbing my ass where the blow had landed. The transition from pain to pleasure was amazing. I moaned softly.
	Sondra seemed to enjoy that. “Look at that... I think she’s done this before.”
	The next smack took me by surprise also, and landed on my left ass cheek. Again the soft touch followed. Another smack. And another. And another. 	
	I could hear the solid sound of my ass being smacked fill the room, and I even heard John moan softly as the fifth one fell. I pictured him jacking off as he watched my wife administer my punishment.  I could not even begin to guess what Sondra was doing. She remained silent. For all I knew, she was helping Nikita spank me. 
	After the sixth smack, I got another caress. This time it ran all over my buttocks, which I imagine was now turning red. The touch was familiar, and I knew Nikita was fondling me. Sometimes while I am making love to her, she will rub my ass softly, enjoying the feel of the rounded skin against her palm. I could tell her touch. It made me incredibly hot. I moaned again.
	Then she traced her finger down my ass crack, down my balls, and along the underside of my hard cock.
	I thought I would pass out from the sensation. I wriggled my ass like a cat in heat.
	I heard Sondra sigh softly as she watched my wife tease me.
	“OK,” she said, her voice a whisper. “He’s suffered enough. Let’s see him pleasure you. You may stand back up Jay.”
	I did, and turned from the table, my cock strutting before me.
	No one was wearing clothing anymore. Well, both women had their black stockings on, but that was it. Sondra had pulled a chair up, and was sitting in it, legs wide as she touched herself. John had come up beside her, and was holding his cock by her face. It was hard, thick, and shiny. I can only assume that Sondra had licked it while they watched me get spanked.
	Nikita had removed her panties, and was rubbing her nipple, her face shining with excitement and pride as she watched me.
	My voice was a husky whisper as I asked. “How do you want us?”
	Sondra reached up by her face, cupping her husband’s balls in her hand, as he stood beside her.. She played with his genitals absently as she spoke.
	“Jay. On the floor. On your back. Nikita, crouch over him.”
	We did as she bade, and Nikita grabbed my erection with both hands making ready to insert it into her.
	“No, no,” Sondra gasped. “Not yet. Save that. We want to see him pleasure you. Straddle his face.”
	Nikita moaned a little. She wanted me in her as badly as I wanted to be buried hilt deep in her soft warmth. But we followed the rules. She worked her way up until her thighs were positioned on either side of my face.
	I loved this position. Frequently when we make love, I will ask her to straddle my face. She grips the bed head board, and I lick her while I watch that lean, sexy body move above me. From down there, I can see the sexy strip of pussy hair, her incredible smooth stomach, and her nipples as they jut out.
	I didn’t wait to be told to start. I gasped her ass cheeks with both hands, pulling her lovely, hot pussy to my face, and began licking.
	I started low, almost at the end of her pussy. My tongue wouldn’t reach her asshole, or I would have started there. As it was I started at the end of her pussy lips, and slowly picked my way up. As I got to her center, I stuck my tongue up into her, stroking her a few times. I heard Sondra moan as I did this.
	“Oh God yes!” she said. “Fuck her with your tongue. Oh my, honey look at that. Look how deep he sticks that tongue into her pussy!”
	John’s only reply was an urgent grunt.
	I worked up to her clit which was hard and protruding. I flicked my tongue around it in circles, and watched as Nikita started bucking, fucking my face, and rubbing her nipples rapidly. She was moaning, and I could tell, in that way that only longtime lovers could know, she was close to cumming.
	This excited me even more, and I reached down to take my hard dick in my hand. It had been hard a long time without being touched.
	“Oh no you don’t!” I heard Sondra get up from the chair. She stood in front of Nikita, and then knelt there. “Bring your hands back up here where we can see them. 
	Frustrated, I obeyed, and she held my wrists to the floor, and for added emphasis, she put her knees on top of them. I was now pinned, my face between Nikita’s thighs, and my poor hard dick neglected.
	Sondra was now so close to Nikita that I could see both of their naked bodies. She seemed intent on watching Nikita cum. She even stroked her hair softly.
	“Go on,” she whispered, Nikita’s bucking growing more urgent now... she was right on the edge. “Let it out. Cum. Cum all over his face. You know you want to. I want to see you cum.”
	Nikita’s head rocked back and she moaned, her breasts jutting forward even more, touching the soft mounds of Sondra. I had the best view in the house for this, and it would have been perfect if I could have just touched my needy cock.
	Nikita came.
	It rocked her, and her whole body started to shudder. I loved it when her orgasm was violent, and this was one of the most intense I had ever seen. Her whole body trembled for what seemed like an eternity...her breath sucked in...her back arched, her head shaking back and forth and her hands gasping Sondra’s shoulders for support. Sondra reached forward and started rubbing Nikita’s nipples, exactly the way Nikita had been doing.
	I started lapping quickly against her clit, giving it constant velvet flickings. I knew she was still riding the wave, and I wanted her to go over hard.
	With a sexy cry Nikita bucked against my face, and then her breath came out of her in gasps and pants, her voice mere cries of ecstasy knew she was in another place, she didn’t know anything except the wave after wave of pleasure that racked her.
	“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” Sondra said, grasping her nipples and tugging them. “Let it out.  Cum honey. Cum until it drips down your husbands cute little face. Wet his face, and I’ll let you feel his cock. Cum on. Cum for me.”
	Nikita was moaning, her head shaking back and forth, her body writhing on the tip of my tongue, and her breath still coming in gasps.
	It lasted forever.
	Then as she slowed down,  She collapsed against Sondra, crushing their breasts together, as she struggled for her breath. Sondra stroked her hair lovingly, and I kept licking her, although now it was softer, slower, and I was licking around the clit as much as on it.
	Finally, she got to the point that she raised her pussy a little from my mouth, her signal that she couldn’t take any more, and I kissed her thigh lovingly.
	Sondra sighed, and rose up from my wrists, and turned back to see her husband. “Well, I guess you enjoyed that, huh, John?”
	Nikita slid off of me, reclining next tome, and petting my chest, and we both looked over at John, who had moved to the chair.
	His cock was soft again, but the shining wetness covering his stomach, and thighs let us know what he had been doing while watching.
	Sondra went over to him, and knelt between his legs, taking his soft, wet penis in her mouth, and sucked him gently. He moaned in pleasure, and stroked her hair. After a moment, she pulled her mouth off of his cock. It was still flaccid, but in a semi-erect state.
	She looked up at him. “I wanted that cock,” she said. “You were meant to save it for me.”
	He grinned. “I couldn’t,” he said.
	“But, dear. Now-“
	He put his finger to her lips. “Shhhh. Don’t worry so. You make them play some more, and I promise you I will be hard again.”
	She looked at him with a little surprise, but a grin. “You sure?”
	“Positive,” he said, his smile wide. “Make her give him a blow job now. I want to see that dick in her mouth.”
	“Mmmm... so do I,” she said. “But, he can’t cum...” she looked at me. “Yet.”
	“I might cum just from the thought,” I said.
	Nikita reached down and grasped my cock, holding it straight up. I gasped. Her touch about made me go. Like I said, I have never felt like I had a large penis, but when my wife wraps her small hand around it, and pulls it close to the fine delicate features of her face, it always looks huge.
	“That sexy mouth wrapped around his cock... you might be asking too much,” John said.
	“Well... he’ll just have to try...”
	With a mischievous grin, Nikita slowly lowered her head so it was within kissing distance of my erect member. Then, her eyes looking at mine the whole time, she slowly licked her way up the shaft. I gasped for breath, and closed my eyes involuntarily. When she got to the tip, she swirled her tongue around the head, and I moaned.
	I felt her cup my balls in her left hand, and lay my cock back across my loins, holding it there. Then she started licking up and down the underside of my shaft, along the whole length of it. I heard John gasp, as he watched her expertly lick me. Then her right hand wrapped around the center of my dick and she pulled me up while her tongue moved down to lick my balls. She alternated with long licks and short swirls, and I could feel a tremor run through me, as my arousal went deeper and deeper. My cock was harder now than it had ever been in my life, and my balls were on fire. If she stroked her hand even a bit, I was going to explode.
	She seemed to sense this, and dropped my cock, which lay back on my loins, throbbing. I moaned in need. My hips gyrated, seeking another touch for my needy dick. Nikita blew on my cock lightly, and it was still so wet from her licks and kisses, that the air felt cool. It was a sensual contrast to the heat of her mouth just moments before.
	I opened my eyes, and saw Sondra next to my wife, both of them studying my naked form intently. Nikita started running her fingernails across my skin while Sondra watched. It was as though Nikita were giving her a guided tour of my nudity, and I writhed, wanting more. Her nails were long, and bright red, and looked so incredibly sexy against my pale, naked, and vulnerable flesh.
	She drew small circles around my navel, and then went down one thigh to my knee, then found my other knee, and traced it back up to my loins. Then she brought all nails from both hands across my smooth, flat loins, through the small amount of reddish blonde pubic hair at the base of my cock...and then, agonizingly, she didn’t touch the throbbing penis there, but instead traced around it, under the balls, and back up to the loins.
	I moaned again, my head tossing from side to side... enjoying the tease, yet wanting it to end.
	Sondra laughed...a deep sexy laugh... “I don’t think I have ever seen a man so shamelessly in need.”
	Nikita smiled down at my naked body, moving her fingernails across me like a master pianist, “I have him like this all the time?”
	“Really?”
	“Don’t I baby?”
	“Yes,” I breathed, almost to caught up in her teasing arousal to answer.
	“All I have to do is wriggle my ass at him and he gets hard. If I do this,” she grasped my dick and squeezed it hard. I shuddered and gasped in pleasure. “he’s a goner.”
	“Your husband has a magnificent cock,” Sondra said, watching the hard shaft turning deep red as Nikita squeezed me. “Long. How does it feel when he puts it all in you?”
	Nikita ran a fingernail up the underside of my shaft as she held me. “Wonderful. Of course at first it was hard to take all of him. But I handle him now.” She smiled at me. “Of course, it fills me up.”
	“Care to show me?” Sondra asked.
	“Jay,” Nikita said in a soft voice. “Is that what you would like? You want to put this huge dick of yours up in my tiny little pussy?”
	I knew she was playing with me. That she wanted it as much as I, but I knew my part when I heard it. “Yes,” I breathed. “So, badly...”
	“Can I help?” Sondra asked.
	Nikita held my cock straight up. “Yeah. Hold this.”
	Sondra gripped my dick at its base, and held is straight up, while Nikita turned around, and straddled me, then lowered her hot wet pussy down to my cock. She put both pf her hands on my chest, and let Sondra insert my throbbing penis into her without assisting. Because I am so big, and Nikita is so tight, sometimes it takes a moment to get into her, but Sondra expertly guided me in, and Nikita was so totally wet that I slid in smoothly.
	As soon as the cockhead had entered her, Nikita leaned back, and sat down, taking my cock into her smoothly and swiftly.
	As she reached the bottom of the thrust, and my cock completely filled her, I heard her breath escape her in a satisfied sigh, and her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of my filling her...and the closeness that only we know.
	“My,” I heard Sondra breathe. “what a ride, huh?”
	I opened my eyes, and saw Sondra touching herself as she watched Nikita rock back and forth on my dick. Then she touched Nikita’s back, running her hand down to Nikita’s perfect ass, and sweeping it underneath, where I felt her had brush my balls, and move upward, between Nikita’s ass cheeks, and then back up the small of her back.
	Nikita moaned at the touch, and responded by rocking her hips, and settling down deep so my cock went deep, deep within her, touching the softness of her with the tip of my cockhead, while she rocked back and forth.
	I heard John moan as he watched Nikita deep fucking me.
	Sondra looked back at her husband. “Oh my!” she said. “Don’t you dare. That’s mine.”
	She rose from beside us, and we both looked back to see John had reached full erection again, still sitting in the same high pool chair. Sondra grasped his cock, and knelt between his legs, and licked him exactly as Nikita had done me. It was an amazing feeling to have my dick buried deeply in my wife... feeling her warmth covering me... and seeing a woman licking up and down a cockshaft at the same time, remembering how it had felt since it had been just a moment ago, Nikita was licking me.
	John was maybe five inches long, but as I mentioned, incredibly thick. So although his cock didn’t rise up out of his loins like mine had, when Sondra finally took him in her mouth, her sexy lips were spread wide by its fullness. As she took him, he moved his hips forward and back, slowly fucking her mouth. She seem to enjoy the sensation of having his cock moving in and out of her mouth, for as he started she moaned, and her fingers went to her nipples, tugging and squeezing them. Her full breasts swayed as she was mouth fucked.
	I heard Nikita moan a little, and she started to rise up and down, making her stroked longer, feeling my whole length inside her.
	The sounds that filled the night fueled us all more. I have always been a more visual person than a audile one, but the arousal state was so high, I felt my eyes closing as I got caught up in the sensations of Nikita moving up and down my hard cock, and I heard to sounds of lovemaking filling the room.
	When I opened my eyes again, I could see the flush on my wife’s face, and her hair was hanging sexily down, touching my face and neck as she rode me harder and faster. Her eyes were closed, and she was lost in the feeling of that long, hard shaft stroking her, and filling her up. She was going to cum soon, I knew it, and I was amazed and pleased that she was able to cum by simply feeling my dick in her.
	I looked back at Sondra and John. John was still in his seat, but by now, Sondra had turned around, and sat back onto him, so she had taken him from behind as she sat in his lap. His hands were grasping her large breasts from behind, and squeezing them incredibly hard, but the harder he squeezed, the more she seemed to respond. She rode him her hands on her knees as she bucked up and down on his thick shaft.
	His head was back, his eyes closed. Hers were too, as she shook her head from side to side, enjoying him in her.
	I looked back at Nikita and could see she was on the edge. Hanging there in a state just before going over. I reached up with my left hand, and flicked her nipple lightly. She responded by moving faster on my dick. Then I reached up behind her with my right hand and started to spank her ass as she rode me, each smack catching her as she moved her ass back, and my cock was fully in her. It was as though I was taking a riding crop to a horse, urging it to run faster, and it had the same effect. As my hand smacked each of her ass cheeks in rhythm, she started riding faster, harder, and in just a moment, she went over the edge.
	With a cry, she whispered “I’m cumming,” although I knew already. She grabbed my arms and I started stroking her with my cock, knowing that she couldn’t keep the pace now. I stroked her deep and fast, watching her beautiful face and sensing the waves  she was feeling as she lost herself in her orgasm. I could feel her wetness spreading beneath me, and my cock moved even easier within her.
	I heard Sondra gasp, “Oh my god!” and knew she was watching Nikita go over the edge. 
	Nikita shook her head from side to side, and after a long moment whispered, “Oh, I need you,” And I stroked her slower now, as she rode it to its end. Then her eyes opened, blazing from the lust and arousal she was still feeling, and with a grin, she rose off of my cock. It fell back, wet and throbbing. And then she grasped it with her hand, and started stroking it. “I want you to come for me,” she said, looking me in the eye.
	No one could resist that.
	Almost as if on cue, I felt the building sensation in my balls, and I knew it was a mere moments.
	I could tell from hearing John’s and Sondra’s voices, that they were watching us, waiting to see my wife spill my cum all over my naked body...
	And then I exploded.
	Nikita stroked me expertly, and my hard dick pulsed as it shot a stream of hot white cum over my shoulder... some of it splashing off of my face... The next stream was as much and this caught me full in the face... and then the next sprayed my chest... and then my belly... and it seemed to last forever, my cum draining out of me... until at last my wife set down my cock, which was finally losing its rigidity.
	Somewhere in all of that, I thought I heard the moans and cries of Sondra and John’s orgasm, but I couldn’t be sure. 
	Nikita leaner over me, pressing her naked body against mine, and I felt my cum spreading beneath our bodies. She kissed me and whispered: “I love you.” 
	I could only pant in reply…