“This guy and his wife like to have key parties,” Emily said. “The guys throw their keys in a pile and the women take out a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys. "
“What? They don’t really do it like that, do they?” I asked him. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed of these things, but I never thought they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, dreams, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, made me meet one of those “keys.” Apparently, when I told Emily about these things, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I guess she herself was excited by the thoughts, especially knowing that I could give her approval to fuck other men.
“They’re called swingers,” Emily said. I never heard that word. A swinger, I thought, was a hider, like an art lover, a potty smoker, a musician. The term seemed strange to me.
The time has come. There’s a guy in my living room who says, “I’ll show you a picture of my wife.” As he pulls it out of his pocket, I hope it’s from a naked woman. Look, it’s not. This is an ordinary picture of a young blonde woman with a respectable appearance in a modest dress. I’m slightly disappointed. What did I expect? I am not disappointed by his appearance; Actually, she looks nice and innocent. But I assumed that the people who did these things, if they really existed, “swingers” would be a group of exhibitors and would not be embarrassed to pose for the camera. After all, I took naked pictures of Emily. That’s right. The appearance of Vic’s wife did not disappoint me; It was a woman I would turn my head to see if I saw her on the street; She was pretty and her shape, visible in an A-line dress, was pleasant. Vic said his wife, Judith, was 30, just like me. I just thought she’d look like a bitch.
We’re talking about who we are. Vic is a seller; He talks like that, a little yellowish, with a forced and slightly nervous aggressiveness.
“Do you want to go to a swing party,” he asks. He tries to prepare us by telling us that sometimes you meet strange people at these things, but I’m not paying too much attention. As far as I’m concerned, swingers are all weird, but it suits me because I imagine myself with his blonde wife.
Vic and Judith are at home. Emily gets in their car with Vic; Judith gets into mine and we all go to the swing party in town. I think we’re going up with the spouses. After all, that’s what swingers do! I feel very gradually modern, very trendy, so the term seems appropriate. Judith is very nice too. She is also very pretty, more beautiful than the rigid photo Vic showed us. She has soft and well combed blond hair, blue eyes and pale white skin. A real blonde. It’s about 5'4, 110.
A guy Vic knows lets us into an apartment. There are already three couples sitting at a dinner table. The guy invites us to join them, but we four decline as we come a little early. We help ourselves to drink at the small buffet bar. I’m sitting on the couch with Judith, and Emily on the love seat with Vic. Soon, dinner ends and several more introduce themselves.
The living room is very dark and I do not notice immediately that traffic between and out of the back room. I guess people go to the bathroom, or just find a private place to talk. I am not aware that there are swings until a pretty brunette, sitting on the couch next to me, talks to me, saying, “Some women go back and stay there. I am surprised by his words.
I’m looking for Judith. She was missing in the back room and she’s long gone. I had not paid any notice until then, that she had not returned. I feel a little abandoned. I thought Judith was with me. I turn my head and look at the woman sitting by my side.
“Do you know Gil?” She asks me. I’m shaking my head. “He’s the one who’s throwing these parties. This is his house. He owns a restaurant.” It shall state the name; I heard about it. While she’s talking, a naked man comes out of the back room. “Oh! There he is, exclaim my companion. This is the first totally naked person I saw tonight.
I realize it’s probably time for me to undress. There’s a fat guy who undressed himself to his shorts. So, taking the signal from him, I do the same. His wife, a chubby blonde, who earlier, at the dinner table, I remember, talked about someone they were talking about as “a prude”, is in the middle of the floor of the living room, dancing by herself, wearing a negligent kind of non-prudent that stands out in the middle of her thighs. His legs are beautiful and chubby. She keeps looking at me, smiling at me, and I think maybe she wants me to dance with her, or more. I’m excited, but I’m still nervous about this. When Judith comes out of the back room, I feel a kind of loyalty to her and I put the chubby blonde out of my mind. I’m glad to see Judith.
Judith wears a type of Frederick brief, which shows a lot but is nevertheless more modest than the guy totally naked. I appreciate his discretion. One of the women who had dinner earlier when we arrived is completely naked. I’m slightly shocked to see her like that. She looked so respectable and now she’s here for everyone to see. I’ve never seen an American woman completely naked in front of a group of people. I’ve been in a lot of shit on my own, and with Emily, but they’ve always involved me, or us, alone, and only once with another woman.
Vic walks to Emily and gives her a hand. She takes him and allows him to take him back. As she left, following a step behind Vic, she looks at me as if she was reluctant, maybe by checking my reaction. She’s not sure, I guess. I give him a wave, and I call “Enjoy” to encourage him. When she sees that I don’t object to what she’s about to do, she also disappears in the back where people, I guess, do.
I want my wife to have fun because I want to have fun with Judith. That’s what swingers do, right? Judith is sitting next to me, and I’m crushed between two sexy women on the couch, their bare thighs pressing against mine. I feel my dick hardening; I’m disgusting. I’m glad I left my shorts.
After a while, the other woman, thinking maybe I reserved for Judith, apologizes and moves to another corner of the room and talks to another guy.
After a few minutes, Judith gets up; She takes my hand, saying, “Let’s go, let’s fuck you!” She voluntarily takes me to the back room. I come in behind her, hoping to see Emily with Vic, but we’re the only ones in the room. Apparently, there’s more than one room.
From the sight of others, my courage returns; I’m going down my shorts and moving away from them. I’m approaching Judith; I put my hands on her straps on her shoulders. He falls to the ground and Judith is totally exposed to me. It is thin, very white and soft to the touch. Her breasts hang, really collapse, just a little tense, but pretty, I think. She’s the first woman I’ve been with, except Honey Bee, with breasts that hang very low like that. I go down and lift them in my hands, wearing their nipples on my lips. I realize I can actually kiss her two nipples at the same time because her breasts are so long and stretchy. She sees what I’m doing.
“I can also kiss them,” says Judith, “and put one of her breasts on her mouth and suck her nipple. I’m impressed with her lascidity. I’m trying to push her on the bed to fuck her; instead, she sits on the edge of the bed, refusing to fall on her back. “No, not now!” She says. “Not yet!” For a while, I am surprised, fearing rejection, a constant problem all my life, fear of being denied. But before I have the chance to alarm myself, she falls on her knees in front of me. “I want to suck you first.” She takes my dick in her mouth.
Judith sucks with enthusiasm, with great experience. I haven’t had my dick in many mouths of American women, and I’m very happy with her. Except Emily, the other American women who sucked me haven’t done it in a long time. They weren’t Honey Bee, or Emily, high-quality sucking. My wife is very good at sucking, I know. And, Honey Bee, the famous Japanese prostitute of my youth, a woman I calculated once had sucked more than 20,000 dicks, was always the gauge I use to judge the quality of punches. Judith’s in this cocksucker class. Besides my feelings, I know she’s already come back here, maybe with more than one guy, and she probably sucked their dicks too. Judy’s idea of sucking several dicks is making me freak out. I’m taking her head and I’m fooling her gently as she sucks my stiff dick running. I’m holding her well, and I’m fucking her. I love the idea that another man’s wife sucks my dick the way she loves it! And I love the idea that this woman’s husband is close. What does Vic think of sucking other men’s dicks? For a moment, Emily’s vision with Vic crosses my mind. She could do the same with him as me with his wife.
After five minutes of Judith’s suction, we go 69 on the bed, lying on our sides, hanging on the hips of the other, our heads buzzing in the passionate appreciation of the genitals of the other. Her pussy is delicious; her real pubic blonde hair is soft and silky; I lick her pussy, lips, inside, thighs, I have a lot of fun. I let my tongue run into his asshole, too; It seems to make her spin even more, and she reciprocates, licking my balls, running her tongue under them, and propelling her whistling tongue into my asshole. We lick each other’s brown holes for several minutes. I mean, unable to bear much more, I climb on her. She hangs her ankles on my shoulders; I fuck her hard ‘our stomach make big slap sounds when our mutual pushes meet. Judith is very agile. I’ve never fucked a woman who can twist her body like she does, balancing with her heels on my shoulders while her hips suck my dick.
I shoot at her, a big one, I look at her coming. That’s what I’m watching; I always do it with Emily, too, when I unload her. Judith grimaces; no smile on his face; It is contorted, it claws its teeth, its forehead is furrowed, its eyes are tight. I come across her. After a while, she said, quietly, “I can’t breathe.” I’m driving.
Judith takes a towel that was carefully located on the bed and wipes my dick. With the same towel, she wipes herself. She smiles at me, then jumps and disappears in the living room. I’m behind her, like a grateful little dog, following her master. As I enter the living room, Judith leaves with another guy who wasn’t there earlier. I just dropped my load in her pussy; I feel slightly rejected, I’m just an orgasm tool for her.
More people are coming. There’s a big black guy, always wearing his clothes, talking to a naked victim. The fat guy has a wife with him. Vic seems a little agitated by the presence of the guy.
“All right?” I ask Vic, when he leaves the guy sitting on the couch and comes and stands by me.
“This guy has arrived,” says Vic. “The asshole said he was gonna call before he came to the party. Now he’s here. I know why he did this. He knew I could say no. You know what he did? He got our babysitter’s address and he came without an invitation. I told him he had to have a wife to participate in the party. So he went to a bar and took one. He said she wanted to come, but she’s not a swinger! It’s just his ticket to come in. This guy’s a jerk. I’m sorry to say I’m working with him.”
I’m looking at the woman. She doesn’t look bad; It’s about 45, 5'8, 135, and she looks at everyone, most naked, exclaiming “Mon, mon, is not a beautiful party,” and stuff like that. I think she’s drunk.
After a few minutes Vic gets cold and, apparently, decides to make the most of it. He goes to his girlfriend’s house and asks her to dance. As they dance, Vic totally naked and dressed, Vic starts taking off his clothes. The woman obliges by making excessive dance movements that allow her to remove her clothes while they dance. It’s fun to look at them. First, his shirt goes away. Then her skirt, which she throws. Then she slips, leaving her in bra and panties. Vic squeaks her hips and she pulls her up like a burlesque queen.
Vic lets her go to the bathroom. As soon as he disappears, his place is taken by the big husband of the blonde who settles on the wife. The female pickup, now naked except for the bra and panties, dances without hesitation with him. Her behavior was hot and she rubs her crotch in the big guy’s dick. He twists his bra, then follows by pulling his panties. They fall into each other’s arms, her breasts pressing in her fat chest, and continue to dance, dick pussy. Their lips meet and you can almost see their tongues working in the other’s mouth. They are still there, warm and heavy, when Vic comes back and sees that the woman he has developed now generously gives his excited charms to another man. .
Vic’s getting mad. “Hey Fatty,” he calls the guy. “What are you doing?” The blonde’s husband says something about “look-who’s talk” because Vic isn’t really thin-and-trim either. Although the fat guy looks a little scared and reluctant, he and Vic fight each other, moving almost in circles, crumble reluctantly. The host comes out of the back room, apparently disturbed by another part. I hear him whisper with anger, “Jesus Christ,” and “I invited a group of teenagers.” “I think you should leave,” he said. Since Vic wasn’t invited, I guess he has to go, rather than the fat guy. While Vic gets Judith back, Emily and I put on our clothes. I regret to leave, but since we came to the party with them, we four are all heading towards the door.
And it’s the end of our first party. But our evening isn’t over. We follow Vic and Judith home. As soon as we get there, we undress and sit on their couch. At the right end of the couch, Judith plays with my dick; At the left end, I watch my wife and Vic. Emily sits to her left; His head is on his knees. She sucks her dick! It’s the only time I saw her with another man. She sucks her big cock slowly and with pleasure. My wife sucks, I know. Vic leans against the armrest, his right arm extends on the back of the couch, his head leaning down, looking at my wife’s head serving her big cock, watching her lips slip over her inflamed dick head, making her disappear, then watching her take half her length in her mouth.
Judith keeps masturbating me. While she does, I play with her long hanging breasts. She looks at me as if to measure my reaction to her body. “They embarrass me,” she said.
“I love them,” I say.
“Really?”
“Yes. They’re so manipulable!”
“Do you want to go to the room?” She’s asking.
“Yes,” I replied, grateful for her suggestion, “because I’m a little embarrassed to be in the same room with my wife while she sucks another guy.” It turns me on, but I feel embarrassed to look at my wife with another man’s tail in her mouth. I feel guilty.
In the bedroom, Judith stands at the end of the bed. She looks at me, a smile on her face. Now that I’m alone with Judith, looking at me, ready to sleep with me, I don’t feel guilty. But I’m a little nervous. “What are you doing,” I ask him, as if I’m in a closed house.
She says, “Oh, almost anything.”
“Have you ever taken him in the ass?”
“Yes,” she replied, “a little hesitant, I think.”
“What does it matter,” I asked.
“It was good. But then I felt like I had to shit continuously. But, everything, I enjoyed it. But I’d rather do something else!”
I don’t want to fuck her in the ass, so I’m ruining my courage and submerging my self-consciousness and saying what I feel. “I really liked being sucked.”
She falls on me. In the dark room, facing the light of the corridor, I look at his blonde head silhouette giving me a first-class headlash. I feel her slutty mouth rushing with enthusiasm to my name; I hear her wonderful sounds, her slugs caressing my ears, her wet velvet lips moving gently on my shiny button. On a background of light flowing through the open door, I see her spitting and my sperm shining on her hands.
I’m really getting big; That is my courage. “I want to fuck you in doggystyle.” I intend to get my favorite sexual action with this amazing and innocent blonde bitch woman.
Judith rises on the bed; she goes on her knees; His elbows and forearms are on the bed, his face in the pillow. I’m taking my last assault position, kneeling behind her. I grasp his wonderful white globes with my hands. I put my dick in her lubricated pussy; I look at his heart-shaped ass field, then the top of his small size, and the top on his back at his shoulder blades, and finally at the crests of his small white shoulders. I start the last campaign, I squeeze her by her hips, I push, like a heavy artillery, my hips beat her beautiful white ass.
I explode, he’s an unstoppable gusher, I overflow his receiving pussy. In total abandonment, she falls on her stomach. I come across her, crush her in bed, victoriously crush my last blows in her interior, leading her to a trembling stop. A long time passes. I’m rolling it on my back. In unconditional surrender, she slips on my dick and licks our dick juices. She curls up on my hips; My victorious dick wilts and drains her last piece of sperm into her mouth. Our breath fills the room.
We’re going back to the living room. I expect to find my wife and Vic, but they’re not here. Judith and I sit down and look at each other’s naked bodies. I hear Emily’s voice, an orgasmic song coming out of the hall: That’s right!
“She really does,” says Judith, hearing Emily’s moaning. I too am impressed by my wife’s lack of will. I’ve lived many firsts tonight, and hearing my wife being taken by another man really turns me on. I’m determined to enjoy her hot pussy and live this lubricated pleasure again, and again, and again!
The back room looks like ebb. My naked wife comes back with Vic; they hold hands. He just fucked my wife, I think. The idea bites my dick.
“How was my wife?” Vic asks. Her question embarrasss me, making me wonder if I should say something like “Your wife is a real cock-sucking bitch”, but I lose the expression of my emotions.
“I really liked it,” I say lame.
Emily and I dress up and say good night to our naked hosts.
“Wait, I’ll take you home,” says Vic. “You’ll fuck like never before.” I wonder what he means.
We’re going home. I’m learning what Vic told us. Emily and I fuck till dawn. My wife sucks my dick like she never sucked it. She takes me to the end and sucks my dick until it’s just a little dried Vienna sausage. Swinging made us better motherfuckers. We found our call.