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.

Unintentional Swingers

Hannah and I had talked many times about swinging but the conversations were mostly bedroom fantasy.  Surely my wife would never do anything like that, after all our marriage was happy and our sex life was satisfying.  So I just wrote the whole thing off as pillow talk.  I wasn’t sure I would be comfortable swinging, but it was fun to talk about.

Then a couple moved in next door, Catherine and Kurt, who were both built like Greek statues.  They were so attractive my wife actually commented on it.  The four of us became friends, hanging out on a regular basis.  As the friendship grew my wife started talking about swinging with Kurt and Catherine, our pillow talk had become uncomfortably specific.

Despite my reservations, one night my wife invited them over for dinner.  When they arrived she answered the door dressed in her sexiest little, black dress with her hair and makeup well done.  Kurt and Catherine were also well dressed, everyone looked ready to go to the Ritz even though we were all staying in.

Throughout dinner it was clear that Hannah’s mind was focused on our swinging fantasy, but I didn’t know if our neighbors were aware or if I was willing.  Wine flowed, food disappeared, the conversation was amusing, and we found ourselves speaking about trivial things.  Hannah asked Kurt, “Want a tour of the house?”

“Sure”, he replied as my wife took him by the hand and they walked out of the room.

Catherine and I were left sitting there, silence hanging between us.  Searching for something to say I blurted, “Guess we should take these into the kitchen”, and I grabbed up a handful of dishes.  Seemingly reluctant she also picked up some dishes and followed me into the kitchen.  We stood there talking, the kitchen island between us, and despite how great she looked I couldn’t bring myself to move the conversation past anything mundane.

Meanwhile my wife lead Kurt upstairs and directly to the bedroom.  There were no misconceptions about her intentions.  Once inside the bedroom Hannah shut the door behind them and led him to the bed.  He didn’t resist as she pushed him onto the bed and undid his pants.  As she freed his dick and stoked it she said, “Your cock is bigger than I imagined”.

Before he could respond she wrapped her mouth around his cock and started sucking up and down his shaft.  Kurt laid back on the bed and moaned as my wife blew him.  After a minute he sat up and roamed his hands over her, feeling her up through her dress.  Without taking her mouth off his manhood she wiggle the top of her dress down to free her breasts giving his more access to her body.

He eagerly fondled her breasts while my wife climbed up onto the bed adjacent to Kurt.  Hannah pulled her dress up past her hips and straddled our neighbor’s face.  Hooking a finger inside her thong he tugged it aside and dug his tongue into her pussy.  She bent forward to suck his cock again.

They stayed in the sixty-nine position until Kurt made my wife cum using his hands and tongue to probe her pussy and ass.  Hannah sucked his dick deep into her throat and held him there as she rocked her hips back and forth on his face.  Her tits pressed against his body as the moans slipped past her lips and around his shaft.

After her orgasm left her she moved her pussy from our neighbor’s face to his dick.  With one hand on his chest she balanced herself while using her other hand to wiggle his cock head back and forth against her clit.  The excitement was growing to be more than they could take and he grabbed her hips and pulled him down onto her.

One long thrust and he was completely inside, her pussy lips spread around his shaft and gently teasing his balls at the base of his shaft.  They started pounding their bodies against each other, her tits bouncing wildly as they both moaned in delight.  Hannah quickly had another orgasm grinding herself down onto Kurt’s thick cock, rocking her hips back and forth.

“Deeper… please, deeper”, my wife whimpered.  Kurt rolled my wife over and placed himself atop her.  They kissed deep and with great passion as he slid himself back inside her pink pussy.  Then he leaned back, and while holding himself inside her, slid his arms under Hannah’s knees and lifted her legs into the air.

Leaning forward positioned him perfectly to fuck down into my wife’s willing pussy.  He fucked her with so much force she had to brace herself against the headboard.  The bed shook, he moaned, her tits bounced, their hips slapped, and she practically screamed with pleasure for countless minutes.

“Yes!  Fuck me hard!”, Hannah demanded, “Hard and deep!”  And Kurt obeyed picking up his pace causing her to start cumming again.  My wife’s pleasure poured from her mouth in an avalanche of profanity.  The headboard smacked into the wall a dozen times before he started cumming.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the house Catherine and I were still standing in the kitchen, the dishes on the counter around us, as we talked about work and some of the latest developments in the neighborhood.  The mundane conversation was boring, but constant.  I thought I heard a noise from upstairs, but before I could excuse myself from the conversation to investigate Kurt came into the kitchen.

His clothes were a bit disheveled and he seemed flush, but was smiling.  "Hi honey", he kissed his wife on the cheek.  "What have you two been doing?“

"Nothing, just talking”, she gave him a disappointed look.  "Can we go home now?“, Catherine asked.  With a nod they said goodnight and I walked them out.  My wife was still missing, so I went upstairs to find her.

Hannah was laid out on our bed, dress around her waist, stockings twisted, panties missing, tits exposed, and blissfully oblivious to my presence.  The cum leaking out of her red, swollen pussy the last bit of proof to tell me what had happened.

Take My Wife, Please

    My wife Jen and I had a fantasy about swinging that we’d talked about for years, but never seriously.  As our marriage wore on near fifteen years, our sex life slowed down and our talk about fantasies increased.  Originally it was mostly a way to spark interest in having sex with each other, but over a year it grew it something more serious.

    The fantasy of swinging with another couple came up repeatedly over that year, but neither of us was sure how to get into such a thing for real.  Finally I discovered a website for a porn company that specialized in making films with amateur wives having sex with males porn stars, and husbands having sex with female porn stars.  At first Jen was completely against the idea, but as we both started to become more desperate to spice things up she started research into the idea.

    I could tell she was coming around to the idea when she started bringing up the topic.  “You know that all the porn stars go through regular health screenings?  That’s something we couldn’t guarantee with any regular couple”, she’d say.  “We can pick out the stars that we’d like to be with”, Jen added, “That way we can get what we really want."  When she saw that we got paid for doing it, and that it would be thousands of dollars, Jen was completely hooked.

    She took over things at that point, making all the arrangements with the porn company and booking our hotel and flights.  The idea was very exciting for us, we started having sex regularly at just the thought of finally fulfilling our fantasy.  During our flight my wife was obviously very excited about what was going to happen, we both felt young again from the anticipation.  For me it was about the fantasy, but for my wife it seemed to be more about the money.

    When the day came we found ourselves at an elegant house with the living room set up for shooting.  Lights in all corners of the room, two cameras, people to apply make up, some muscle for security, and of course the host.  We signed a bunch of forms before our on camera interview with the host.  Apparently the way my wife had set it up, she would be in the living room and I would be upstairs in the bedroom.

    Once the interview finished he looked into the camera and said, "Alright, let’s get you upstairs and Jen you can stay down here."  I was escorted upstairs by one of the men working as security, eager to meet the porn star I’d be with.  My wife knew my tastes, and I’d told her some of the stars I liked, so hopefully she’d picked one of my favorites.

    Upon entering the bedroom I got suspicious seeing what appeared to be a normal bedroom, but the muscle and I were the only ones there.  Suspicion turned into worry when he locked the door, trapping me in the room with a guy almost twice my size.  "What now?”, I asked wanting to know what was happening.  In response he turned on the television and motioned for me to sit on the bed.

    The television showed the living room downstairs, my wife sitting on the couch with the host.  After a moment the host said, “Alright, now that your husband is upstairs, let’s bring in our stars."  Jen looked over as three men enter the living room, all naked and hung as porn stars.  "So this is your fantasy Jen, to get gang fucked while your husband watches and listens from upstairs?”

    Nobody waited for her to answer, my wife just licked her lips as the three men descended on her.  I got up to try and leave the bedroom, to head downstairs and find out exactly what was going on, but the muscle stopped me.  Just a few feet from the door I could hear noises from downstairs that matched the noises coming from the television.  Needing to know what was happening, I returned to the bed and watched the screen.

    Their hands were running over my wife taking her clothes off as she sucked one of the massive dicks.  Though she wasn’t able to get very far down the shaft, she tried her best and used her hands on the rest of the shaft.  That didn’t last though, when all of her clothes were on the floor the other two porn stars put her hands to use on their own dicks.

    Jen switched from cock to cock, sucking and jerking her way between the three men until all of their dicks were hard and glistening.  One of the men dropped between her legs and started eating her out.  With their hands running over her body, a mouth on her mound, and two dicks to jerk and suck it was obvious that my wife was getting excited.  She began moaning, louder as she approached orgasm, and when she came it was loud enough that I could hear her through the door and over the television simultaneously.

    After her orgasm the host asked, “Well, how about it Jen, want one of those big cocks in your pussy?”

    My wife smiled and replied, “Hell yeah.  I want them all."  The porn stars were happy to oblige, turning Jen so she was laying on her back, one of them crawled between her legs and pushed his slick shaft into her cunt.  Once he comfortably hit bottom they started fucking their bodies against each other.

    Stuck in the bedroom all I could do was watch the action on the television, knowing my wife was getting pounded by complete strangers downstairs.  They continued fucking and sucking for almost ten minutes, the guys taking turns on her pussy, each giving her an orgasm.  Their hard shafts disappearing into my wife’s pink gash while her tits bounced back and forth.

    Then they shifted positions, lifting my wife up to her knees so that Jen was bent over an arm of the couch.  One of the guys lined himself up behind her while other stuck his dick down her throat.  I wondered why the porn star fucking my wife from behind was going slowly, they certainly hadn’t been slow and gentle before.  It took him nearly two minutes before he stopped moving forward.

    "How does that feel Jen?”, the host asked.  A deep, loud moan was her only response.  “Do you think your husband likes this?"  Jen nodded with the dick still in her mouth.  "Well let’s get a good camera view so he can see that cock in your ass”, he finished.

    'What the hell does he mean ass?’, I thought.  My wife and I never had anal sex, it was something we’d talked about but she’d always denied it claiming it hurt and she didn’t like it.  One of the cameras moved closer and provided a clear shot of the porn star’s dick stretching out my wife’s tight asshole.

    The guy in her ass started pumping in and out slowly.  Meanwhile Jen was working furiously on the cock in her mouth, sucking his head while jerking the shaft and rubbing his balls.  For another ten minutes the three guys rotated positions; one fucking Jen’s ass, another her mouth, and the third standing by jerking his dick to keep it hard.  Though she didn’t orgasm the moans coming from her were loud enough to indicate that she was enjoying it.

    When the porn star fucking her ass pulled out they all took a quick break for water, the camera angles were checked, but no one covered themselves up.  My wife was down stairs walking around completely naked in front of strangers, by open windows, with no idea of who could see.

    Upon return to the couch my wife saw the clock and, surprised, said, “Were we fucking for almost half an hour?"  The host nodded in response.  "Holy crap!  How are they still hard?”, she pointed at the porn stars who were also returning to the couch.

    "Filming will take most of the day, they’ll be hard for hours", the host said.  “It’s what they do.  Think you can keep up with them?”

    Smiling my wife answered, “Certainly going to try and let these guys fuck me for hours.”

    With a nod from the host things started up again.  One of the guys lifted my wife up, sat on the couch, and pulled her down onto his upright cock.  As soon as her pussy was filled and she was riding, another hard cock appeared in front of her face which she guided into her mouth.  I don’t know how long they were like that, my wife riding the guy on the couch while the other two guys got their dicks sucked and jerked.

    The moaning was intense, especially my wife, and it was starting to get to me.  I was rock hard, but also pretty pissed that I’d been ambushed like this.  Muting the television didn’t help either, I could still hear everything pretty well through the door.  Jen’s third orgasm was when I decided it was enough and time to end things.

    Despite my best attempts I couldn’t get past the muscle, he wouldn’t even let me touch the door.  When I voiced my desire to leave he simply reached behind him and knocked on the door twice.  Through the door I heard the host announce, “Well Jen, I’m going to go check on your husband, but you just keep enjoying yourself.”

    I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the host.  He stepped inside the room, shut the door, and moved closer to the bed so we could talk.  It happened that he was standing just in front of the television, so when I looked at him I could see the action of my wife getting fucked by the three porn stars.  “What’s the problem?”, he asked.

    "That", I pointed at the screen behind him, “is not what I signed up for!”

    "Yes it is", he said very matter-of-fact.  “I have all the paperwork and your contracts”, he waved a clipboard of papers to prove it.  Handing me a part of the stack he said, “Here’s your copy, read it if you want, but your wife set this all up.  Full action with three stars for her, you get to watch, you get paid based on what she does, and you both get a full copy of the unedited footage to take home.”

    "What do you mean we get paid based on what she does?“  I knew we were getting paid to appear in their video, but I didn’t know the exact details because that was one of the things that Jen had worked out.

    The host explained, "you get paid a certain amount just for doing the video.  But Jen chose to earn more money for the gang bang, more money for the anal, and it’s possible to earn more depending on what your wife does.”

    When I protested about the arrangement; it wasn’t what I wanted, I was supposed to get a star, Jen and I were going to swing, etcetera the host didn’t seem to care.  “Look if you want to quit you can, but you forfeit all the money."  He looked at the television, my wife was riding one guy cowgirl while another guy licked her clit and she sucked the third guy’s cock.

    He snatched up the remote and unmuted the television, Jen’s moans of pleasure became clear and loud.  "Doesn’t sound like she wants to stop”, he put a smirk on his face that dripped with a fuck-you attitude.  “I think it’s best if you just sit here”, and with that he left the room.

    Unsure what else to do, I slumped onto the bed unable to get away from the sound and sight of the television.  The host returned to the living room, and sitting down he said, “Well Jen, your husband is certainly enjoying watching you.  You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

    "Fuck yes!“  Jen was clearly excited.

    "Well you continue, we’re here for your entertainment.”

    They switched positions so one of the other stars was laying on the couch and my wife mounted him wrapping her pussy around his hard shaft.  Another guy lined himself up behind her, pushed her forward so she was bent over with her breasts pressed tight against the guy beneath her.  A moment later and Jen let out a bit of a yell.  The camera switched and there was a clear view of my wife being double penetrated by the two porn stars.

    It took them a while, but eventually they worked up to a rhythmic fucking motion.  The cocks were pistoning in and out of my wife’s cunt and ass in time with each other, so she was always full in one hole, these guys really were professionals.  After a few minutes Jen started cumming harder than I’d ever seen.

    The porn stars didn’t slow down though, they just kept pounding my wife and she kept cumming for well over a minute.  Jen’s orgasm was not only the strongest, but the longest she’d had.  Her moans were at the volume of screams, her skin was flush, and her body was glistening with sweat.

    After her orgasm subsided the third porn star stepped up so that my wife could suck his cock and she didn’t even hesitate.  They spent almost five hours fucking in every position imaginable with my wife taking multiple double penetrations.  There were few breaks, but Jen kept up with the porn stars through the whole day.  Her favorite position seemed to be wrapped around one guy while he was standing, another star standing behind her, and getting lowered down onto their cocks for a double penetration.

    At one point the host removed his pants and jerked himself off while watching my wife get fucked.  Though he didn’t cum, he managed to get hard.  He even let my wife suck him off while she was getting fucked on the couch.  The camera perfectly captured her body with his dick in her mouth, one in each hand, and one pounding her pussy.

    I had to keep shifting on the bed, the whole situation made me uncomfortable, but my stiff dick pressing against my pants was worse.  With the muscle in the room I couldn’t do anything to relieve myself, and he certainly had no interest other than keeping me contained.  The day was physically and emotionally agonizing for me.

    Eventually they reached the end of the day and the host explained it was time to wrap things up.  They had my wife lay on the floor, each star would fuck her pussy until he was ready to cum.  Then he would pull out, move to my wife’s face, and spew his spunk across her face or onto her tits.  As the last guy blew his wad Jen smiled at the camera and used her fingers to wipe the cum up into her mouth, sucking it down and licking her fingers clean.

    Filming wrapped up, the television went dark, and finally the muscle let me out of the room.  I rushed downstairs to find my wife in the shower with one of the porn stars.  Jen was supposed to be getting clean, but apparently decided that fucking this hung stranger was more important.  When she saw me she said, “Hi honey!  Be out in a few minutes”, and then went back to fucking his huge cock.

    Feeling defeated I looked for a place to sit, quickly decided that the living room was a place I wanted to avoid, so settled on slumping against the wall in the foyer.  Almost thirty minutes later my wife was cleaned, dressed, and ready to leave.  I whisked her out of there as quickly as I could, just wanted to get as far away from what happened as possible.

    The ride to the airport was mostly silent, it was obvious that Jen was in a state of bliss she’d never experienced before.  Before reaching the airport though she perked up, oblivious to what I was feeling, she said excitedly, “That was amazing.  I’ve never experienced anything like that.  And we made a lot of money!”

    I was pissed but didn’t know what to say.  Then my wife hit with something unexpected, “I want to do it again.”

    "What?“, I exclaimed.

    "No, no…”, she trailed off, “I need to do it again.  I need to feel that again."  Visibly upset and on the verge of a violent outburst she said, "We can make a ton of money, I mean look”, she held up the envelope full of bills she’d received, “we made almost $10,000 today.  And the guys said that women can make up to $3,000 a day if they do films and strip as headliners at clubs.

    My wife had changed so much in one day I wasn’t sure I knew who she was anymore.  What I did know is that once she’d made up her mind to do something it was difficult, if not impossible, to persuade her otherwise.  After all it took me a long time to convince her to swing.  Since that day she’s been performing in movies on a regular basis, once a month she’ll fly to Los Angeles for a week to film, but what bothers me the most is she decided to strip at clubs local to where we live.