Swinger’s Party

My wife and I went to a swinger’s party at a neighborhood house.  Cheryl knew the couple better than I did since she was a stay at home mom.  She and I had talked about swinging before, and we decided to visit the party and see what it was like.  Then if we felt in the mood we’d play with each other.  But we’d set a strict line that we wouldn’t interact sexually with other people, this visit was simply exploratory.

By the time we arrived everyone else was already completely or mostly naked.  People were all over the house in various states of sexual activity.  Watching the neighborhood wives getting pounded got me instantly hard.  After a few minutes of mingling my wife and I found a corner for ourselves.

Cheryl sat me down and pulled my cock out.  She started sucking me off like never before.  As she was gobbling my cock another man came up to us and waved his dick toward my wife.  I couldn’t help but notice that he was bigger than me.  Without taking her mouth off me Cheryl wrapped a hand around his shaft and started stroking him.

Even though we’d agreed to only interact with each other, it aroused me to watch my wife jerk off another man.  In less than a minute I started cumming, emptying into my wife’s mouth.  Cheryl swallowed every drop.  Then we switched positions, so she was sitting and my head was between her legs.  With her pants and panties removed I started working on her clit.

The action around us had obviously turned her on too because she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled my head deep into her pussy.  I could only watch as the man standing next to us guided his big dick into my wife’s mouth.  And protest I tried to make was muffled by Cheryl’s thighs.

Soon I realized that as I paid less attention to my wife’s cunt and more to pulling away the less distracted she was and the more she was focused on sucking the stranger’s dick.  So I focused on making my wife cum as quickly as I could, fingers and tongue working to the best of my ability.  I figured if she had an orgasm we could leave and that would be it.

A few minutes later and my wife came.  Her hips shook, she tightened around my head, her moans reached peak crescendo.  The stranger’s dick fell from her mouth as she calmed down and released me.  Thinking that was it I stood and straightened my clothes.  When I tried handing my wife her clothes she said, “I need to be fucked.  I’m so turned on now.”

We both looked down at my limp dick.  I’d never had the capability to get hard twice in one night much less within ten minutes and Cheryl knew that.  The stranger said, “I can help with that”, as he wiggled his big dick at her.

Both of us looked at it and I thought, ‘There’s no way.  We agreed’.  But there was a different intention on Cheryl’s face.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable”, the guy said taking my wife by the hand and leading her upstairs.  Standing there holding her pants and panties I watched them walk up the stairs, her ass visible and pussy wet.

They disappeared around a corner and I wasn’t sure what to do.  A woman I partially recognized walked by.  My limp dick, which now looked petite didn’t even jump as this attractive, naked woman walked past.  She saw me holding the panties and teasingly she asked, “Those yours?”

With a leer my only response I decided to go upstairs, find my wife, and take her home.  Once upstairs though I didn’t know which of the five doors she was behind.  Behind the first were three women, laying in a triangle, eating each other out.  Second was an empty bathroom.  Third was a woman getting double penetrated by two guys.  Fourth was locked and the fifth was a closet.

'Cheryl must be behind the locked door’, I thought.  Ineffectively I tried to open the door again, hoping perhaps I hadn’t turned the knob correctly, but it was still locked.  Putting my ear against the door I listened, wanting to hear any clue of the activity within.

“Oh fuck”, my wife moaned.  It was muffled coming through the door, but I could barely hear that it was here.  "No, no.  Nice and slow, you’re bigger than I’ve had.“  More moaning occurred, "Yes.  God yes.  All the way.”

Then the unmistakable sounds of fucking started.  Bodies slapping against each other, moans, a bed shaking.  Timidly I knocked on the door, “Cheryl?”

The moaning stopped by the other sounds continued.  My wife answered breathy, through the door, “Just a minute honey.  I, uh, need just a minute.”  Then the moaning picked up again.  For a few more minutes I stood there listening, the sounds grew louder and I no longer need my ear against the door to hear the activity inside.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer I knocked again, “Cheryl?”  This time there was no response and no break in the rhythm of sounds escaping the room.  Feeling deflated I went downstairs and, unsure what to do, sat down by the front door.

I realized I was still holding my wife’s clothes when the same woman from before came by.  "Are those your wife’s?“, she asked less playfully this time.  Nodding was the only response I could manage.  It became obvious she didn’t know what to say, "Where is she?  Didn’t she go upstairs with John?”

“Upstairs, the room on the right”, again I nodded.

“Oh”, she sounded surprised.  "That’s the master bedroom.  My husband was in the master bathroom a while ago.“  With a big smile she said, "Guess she’s keeping him and John entertained.”

As she walked away all I could think about was what Cheryl might be doing along in a bedroom with two strange men.  There was no power in my legs, they wouldn’t work, and despite my desire to take my wife home I didn’t have the willpower to move.

Time passed, I lost track of how much, but my attention focused when I saw two men heading upstairs.  Both of their cocks were large and hard.  One said to the other, “I hear that new wife is in the master bedroom.”

“The one with the large tits?”, the second guy asked.

“Yep.  And apparently she’s really wild and horny.”  Their conversation turned to quiet laughter as they reached the top of the stairs.  Sneaking up the stairs behind them I peeked around the corner.  I only caught a glimpse of them as a man, not the stranger from before, let these two men into the room where I’d last heard my wife.

Part of me had to know what was going on behind the door, but most of me didn’t want to know.  Somehow, I thought, if I couldn’t see it then it wasn’t really happening.  The sounds coming through the door told me otherwise though.  Unable to stand anymore I left the party and drove myself home.  Cheryl didn’t return home until midday the following day.  Some man I’d never seen dropped her off in the driveway, left without a word, and Cheryl came into the house wearing only a robe.

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