March had come like a lion and it was receding like the lamb it was supposed to be. The sun had finally eaten its way through the gray snow clouds and left only an azure sky with pretty puffs of cotton ball cumulous clouds. Here and there, were signs of spring bursting forth. The grass of the lawns I passed were showing signs of green. Soon it would be time to discard even the light coat and enjoy the buds bursting forth on the trees and plants as the days grew longer and warmer.

All around me were the signs of spring, the beauty of a new beginning. The country road on the way home was dotted by potholes caused by the winter melting into spring. Some of them deep enough to be used as bomb shelters! I kept the windows rolled up tight against the cool temperatures. I saw the tractors towing their multi-ganged plows behind them, dredging up fresh black earth as they turned the fertile soil, the moist earth throwing no clouds of dust. I was glad that my windows were rolled tight because I knew that outside those windows the smell of the fresh manure would sting my nose.

I passed the huge new house where Ron and Diane lived and memories came flooding back. My life had changed in that house. Now I had only to decide if it had changed for the better or the worse.

I could almost feel the bite of the merciless wind that had driven the powdery snow in drifts across the road and forced us to stop here that December day. I remembered the shock that had struck my wife, Cindy, and I as we discovered that we had been forced to crash a swingers party. I remembered how the shock had turned to excitement as we became accustomed to the nudity and the sex around us. I remembered how excited Cindy had become, how she had nearly raped me while others around us fucked and watched us and each other.

I remembered how Cindy had dealt with the unexpected excitement that had come over her after that experience. She, my best friend, the one who could talk to me about anything, had experienced feelings that she could not discuss. Feelings that had overcome her. She had had to work out those feelings for herself. Now it was my turn.

The memories faded as the huge new house shrunk and finally disappeared in my rear view mirror. My thoughts returned to the beauty of spring.

I pulled up to the mail box and scooped the mail out of the back of the plastic mail container, throwing it on the seat beside me. Our home was several hundred feet off the road, set back in an idyllic pine forest, hidden from the road. Several hundred feet up a rutted and pitted and holed gravel lane that I made notes to have fixed. Three truck loads of fresh gravel should do the trick, that or several thousand dollars worth of asphalt.

Damn! Three deer were having their evening breakfast in our front yard. One brazenly demolishing the shrub by our front door! They looked up and paid scant attention to the car entering the clearing of our front yard. The one munching the shrub into sticks watched the garage door open and calmly wandered to the edge of our yard and resumed eating the tender grass while the car slipped inside the garage.

I grabbed the mail in one hand and went outside. The three deer just stared. I waved my arms and screamed an obscenity. Two meandered into the pines with hardly a care. The third, the one who had been converting our shrub into scrap wood, just stared, stomped his/her front feet and snorted at me. I moved closer and the deer glared, then turned and calmly walked into the pines, obviously as upset with me for disturbing his meal, as I was at him eating it at my expense. I was conflicted by the emotions evoked by the deer. One couldn't help but be annoyed by wildlife destroying a hundred dollars worth of shrub, but one had to smile at the beauty and the audacity of the wildlife. We obviously considered each other as mutually obnoxious but harmless neighbors.

I went inside and kicked off my shoes on the rug by the laundry room door and threw my light jacket on the dryer, a move sure to upset Cindy when she got there. I would hang it properly when I was done with the mail, hopefully before Cindy got home.

I sat down at the counter and carefully sliced open the envelopes. Were it up to me, I would have ripped them open to get at the interior contents, but Cindy objected and so I carefully sliced the edges to leave neat envelopes. Once they were all neatly opened, I looked at what I had opened.

Two bills. Three offers for new credit cards. One offer of a new mortgage and. And. The memories came flooding back again. An invitation from Ron and Diane. Earth day was as good an excuse as any other to hold a swingers party.

More memories came back to me I saw images from the Valentines Day party. I saw myself looking into the eyes of Carolyn, the woman Diane had introduced to me as my cock first slid into her warm and welcoming pussy. I remembered how Diane and Carolyn had teamed to lick my gooey penis clean.

My male member rose to greet the thought and then I remembered watching as Ron fucked my Cindy and feeling what he felt, the wonder of her. I felt pride at how well she pleased our new friend and lust for my wife. I felt Cindy's pleasure.

Cindy had come after me to check on my emotions. She had been worried about my reaction to watching her fuck another man, but I assured her that I was OK with it. I gushed out the way I felt to her. I could almost see the concern turn back into desire.

Later I watched as Cindy pleasured two men. Perhaps I should have felt disgust or anger but instead I felt lust and pride as one exploded in her pussy and another in her mouth. Perhaps my anger was dulled by the presence of Diane bouncing on my lap as I watched my wife.

I felt strange feelings when she introduced me to her two lovers. Society told me that I should feel anger at her promiscuity but I didn't feel that way about her at all. She did not fuck anyone who asked but chose her lovers carefully. She spent time getting to know them as people, before she took them as human dildoes. Perhaps, I should have felt anger at the two men who had just had my wife, but we just exchanged knowing smiles and I knew that they thought I was a lucky man to have such a sexually skilled wife. And I did.

I felt even more lucky when we got home and my woman showed me the depth of her feeling for me. We talked for hours and I understood that she only loved me. She made love to me with her heart and her whole body but there she fucked the strangers with only her pussy. That night she showed me the depth of her excitement and fucked me till my toes curled and my heart melted with love for my girl.

My problems began the next day and they were still unresolved. I was not jealous of her other lovers. I was not angry with what she had done. I was not ashamed of the strange pussy I had enjoyed. I was jealous of the depth of her emotions, emotions that I did not feel to the same measure and perhaps I could never feel as strongly.

I was the man. I was the one who was supposed to be hot to chase strange pussy. I was the one who should be enthusiastic to rush back for more. Instead, I found that the experience had awoken things in Cindy, instead of me. She had found her exhibitionist side. She had found a great release in her sexuality. Once she thought she had my permission, She had flung herself emotionally as well as physically into swinging.

Cindy, like most women, had been taught to seek the approval, the desire, the praise of males. What more praise could she receive than the appreciation of her naked body, the compliments about how well she performed sexually? She basked in the praise. She gloried in the knowledge that many males openly lusted for her as they gazed upon her spectacular naked body and watched her sexual performance with other men. Those things had smitten her. She was beyond enthusiastic!

I was not jealous of what she did, or what she wanted to do. Instead I was suddenly turned upside down by the depth of her emotion, her desire, her enthusiasm. It should be me who felt that and instead it was her! I felt a stirring in my groin at the thought of those women open to me, but it was dull enjoyment. I would enjoy it, it would be fun to go, but for Cindy it would be a thrill that would envelop her thinking for the next few weeks.

It was strange. I was upset, not at what she would do if we went. Not by the jealousy of her taking other lovers. I was upset at how much she would want to go to the party. How did one explain that? How could I talk to her about it? I felt something totally irrational. Instead of thinking about how to discuss it with Cindy, I pondered whether I should hide the invitation.

As I was thinking about my strange internal conflict, I heard the scrunch of tires on gravel that signaled Cindy's arrival from work. It was too late to hide the invitation. Instead I steeled myself. I would just suppress the emotion and try to pretend that this strange feeling did not exist.

I met Cindy at the door from the garage to the laundry room with outstretched arms. I pulled her into my arms as she smiled coyly at me and then met my lips with her luscious ones. Our tongues reached out to do battle with each other. I was actually thinking about distracting Cindy while I recovered my coat from the dryer. It sort of worked. She didn't notice the coat. Instead she came into the kitchen and noticed the mail on the counter. The first thing she picked up was the invitation.

I watched the color rush to her cheeks and the broad excited smile come to her lips. She looked at me and almost beamed. Suddenly, I knew what she was thinking. She had misinterpreted the kiss at the door. Instead of understanding the camouflage of my misdeed, she thought it meant I was as excited by the invitation as she!

Cindy rushed to my arms with that excited smile still on her lips. She threw her arms around me. I felt her heat as she held me close. The quickness of her breathe, the heat of her skin. The girl was positively on fire!

She never noticed my misplaced coat. In fact all of our clothes were misplaced as they all wound up in a pile in the middle of the kitchen. She pulled me to her and then us to the kitchen table. She sat on it and then lay back and pulled me to her. The table was the perfect height and I slid easily into her slick tunnel. We made love hard and fast. She, inflamed by the invitation on the counter, and me by the invitation of her open thighs and her obvious need.

The lovemaking was incredible. The tenderness shared between us, after the explosive orgasms, even better. The evening was one blur of passion but I was left even more jealous of Cindy's new found exuberance for swinging. That night we made love again and Cindy made it plain that it was me she loved. Still I was even more jealous of her excitement for the upcoming party.

The next weeks were strange. It wasn't like we weren't talking. We were talking plenty. It's just that I wasn't telling Cindy what I felt. How could I? I didn't know what I did feel or why. The feeling was irrational, but real. As her excitement built for the coming party, mine increased as well but not to the same degree as hers. My irritation level increased markedly as the day grew closer. I tried very hard to conceal that irritation.

Perhaps we had been together too long. As hard as I tried to conceal my feelings, Cindy knew that something was bothering me. She knew and I knew she knew. Still, I could not find a way to discuss it with her. What could I say? "Gee, Dear, I want us to go. I want you to enjoy yourself. I just don't want you to be more excited about it than I am?"

Cindy did her job, as the swinging wife, incredibly well. She made me totally aware that it was me she loved, that the party was just fun sex with no meaning. I was special. I felt no fear of her leaving me. No jealousy of her other potential lovers. I had no problem with how much she would enjoy the meaningless sex. I only had the strange irritation at her enthusiasm.

I knew that I could say NO, we're not going at any time and Cindy would not have objected, she might have been disappointed but she would have agreed. The problem was, I wanted to go. I wanted those new experiences. I had no problem with Cindy going. I just didn't want her to be so damned excited by it all!

The weekend before the party, Cindy took me shopping. I'm a guy, what the hell do I know about fashion? I barely cared what I wore. Cindy, however, wanted me to look sexy to her new friends. I kept thinking that I didn't much care, I wanted out of my clothes as quickly as possible anyway. I wound up with jeans so damn tight I felt like they'd rip if I bent over and a T-shirt that scooped low enough to show off a couple chest hairs and let my moderately developed biceps show at the arms. To keep with the earth day theme, the shirt was a sky blue with a picture of the earth from space on both the front and back.

I found myself getting slightly excited, knowing that Cindy was trying to make me more sexy. My wife was trying to help me get some strange pussy! The very idea was exciting.

Then it was her turn. A trip to the intimate attire shop and some sexy shopping for her. Damn that girl looked good in anything! It put a twinge in my twang to know that I was dressing her up for someone else. Finally I was beginning to feel the excitement that I was supposed to!

Finally we had the sexy inside attire chosen. damn seeing Cindy in that black teddy took the starch out of my knees and transferred all that hardness to another part of my anatomy. Then it was time for the outside attire. She chose some black spandex pants that clung to her sexy hips and fairly showed off the cleft of her pussy. On top of that came a white frilly see through top. The girl looked positively good enough to eat (something I planned for as soon as we got home)! Not much for the earth day theme, unless one figured that it would make the guys want to throw Cindy immediately on the ground and fuck her silly! That idea must fit into an earth day celebration!

The thrill of that shopping trip put me in the mood, for sure! In fact I was probably as excited as Cindy for several days. When my enthusiasm equaled Cindy's, my irritation faded to nothingness. By Wednesday though, Cindy was flying even higher and I was coming down from that excitement. I felt that twinge of resentment for her enthusiasm creeping back, by Friday, it was full blown annoyance once more!

The irrational emotional roller coaster had fallen to the bottom by Friday night. Cindy fairly raped me and then she talked into the night about how much fun we were going to have. She teased me about how many beautiful women I was going to fuck and how proud of me she was going to be.

I think she sensed that something was bothering me and she didn't mention once how much fun she was planning to have. I tried to kid her back, but those comments were half hearted, at best. Still, I did feel a stirring when I thought of watching her with someone else and more than a little excitement at the thought of me with some of those women! By the time I fell asleep, the irritation had faded as my own excitement had slightly risen from the bottom. Damn it! I wanted her to have fun. I wanted to watch her being fucked. I just didn't want her to be more enthusiastic than me! I knew this feeling didn't make sense and I was slightly annoyed at myself for feeling it!

Saturday started wonderfully. I think Cindy was like a little girl at Christmas! I don't know how much she slept but I know she awoke before me. I know that, because what woke me up was the feel of lips on my penis!

As I came awake I saw her lips sliding up and down on me. I pulled her up and looked into her eyes before I kissed her. I felt her wiggle her very moist pussy until it found the tip of my cock and she pushed herself down onto me. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt the warm slippery splendor of her tight pussy enveloping me. My arms wrapped around her waist and rocked her on my cock as I pulled her lips to mine. I was lost in the wonder of her. The smell of her skin. The taste of her kiss. The soft brush of her hair against my face. The feel of her full breasts against my chest. The slick wonder of her pussy sliding on my cock. My emotions were lost, there was just the splendor of the two of us locked together in body and mind. Then the excitement overcame me. It felt as if my soul was rushing to my cock, trying to merge with her! I felt the spasms of her pussy contracting in orgasm around my cock and I exploded. In that heavenly moment, it felt as if we had joined to form a single being. We were one, enveloped in joy.

For half an hour, after our loving was done, I just held Cindy. Her head laying on my shoulder as her body laid on mine. My softening prick slowly sliding from her juicy hole. We savored the touch of our bodies and said nothing. I basked in the feel of her against me.

Slowly my reason returned. I did, after all, want to go to this party and there was a lot to do first! The annoyance was gone and the excitement was coming back! It was I who broke the embrace.

I led Cindy into the shower by the hand. We washed each other and as my bare soapy hands lathered her pubic hair, I thought of another man touching her there and my cock rose to the occasion. She felt the head of my prick touch her waist and her hand pulled the bar of soap from me just before that same soapy hand locked around my shaft.

"Mmmmmmmm", Cindy moaned. "Something got your motor running." She snuggled her wet, warm, naked body against mine. I kissed her lips lightly as our wet slippery bodies crushed together under the warm spray.

"I was just thinking that someone else was going to be touching you there in a few hours. Kind of got my motor running."

She giggled. Her hand stroked my cock. "And another woman will have her hands on this. I can't wait to see that!" Her hand went up and down my cock again. "So what do you think of watching another man touching my pussy?"

The image of the two men fucking her ran through my mind. If it was possible, my cock got harder. "I can't wait to see it!" And I knew that was true, I just didn't want her to be more excited than me! "I can't wait to see them do more than touch you! Now let go of my cock and lets get moving. I want to save some of it for the other girls."

She giggled and snuggled. "OK, you naughty boy! Lets get going then. We don't want to use him all up before the party."

Out of the shower, into street clothes, off to breakfast. Off to get the price of admission. The invitation was clear. It was Earth day, almost anyway, the Saturday after. Ron and Diane had a new house with minimal landscaping. The price of admission to their party was a tree or shrub to be planted during the opening ceremonies of the party. Two cases of beer, a couple bottles of wine, and two fifths of liquor all went into the back of the explorer. The final stop, a trip to the drug store. Cindy insisted we buy two dozen condoms. A dozen for her and another dozen for me. It always made me think of my youth on those rare occasions when I bought condoms and brought the red to my face.

We wouldn't have been in any hurry, if we hadn't gotten up so late but it was already pushing 2:00 P.M. when we got home. The planting ceremony was scheduled to 3:00. My irritation was totally gone. I was starting to feel the same excitement that Cindy did. I could hardly wait to get there!

Suddenly Cindy was in a hurry. I shaved again and put on the Cologne that Cindy told me to. Cindy was fixing her already flawless hair, shaving her legs, doing the makeup that she didn't need, and whatever else women had to do or thought they had to do, to get ready for a sex party! I just watched and smiled. There was something intriguing about a beautiful naked woman contorting her body to shave her silky legs. Finally it was time to wiggle myself into the too tight jeans. I cursed a bit. Men are supposed to dress comfortably. It's women who are supposed to squirm and strain into paint tight pants! I guess this swinging thing was turning everything around!

Cindy emptied her purse so it could contain her frilly teddy, a dozen condoms, her wallet, and keys. Her purse had never felt so light! Damn was there ever a pile of junk on the dresser where she had emptied the rest of the contents!

First Cindy pulled on a frilly beige bra and put on the see through blouse. She strutted her stuff for me then removed the bra and asked me which way was sexier. Decisions, decisions! Nothing is sexier than Cindy's beautiful naked tits, but there was something to be said about how that bra lifted and separated leaving some very sexy cleavage! I thought about it for a while and then told her to put the bra on This was torture! There wasn't room in my tight pants for the hard on she was making me have!

Sometimes, the weather in Northern Indiana can be fickle in April but this was going to be a perfect day! The temperature was 72 and the sky was blue! Perfect for a bit of planting on a spring day. I was practically hyperventilating on the drive over thinking of what I was going to plant!

We were early, but only a few minutes. Probably because I was driving too fast wanting to get there! But then, we weren't the first. Ron and Diane were from Chicago and their friends were all from the big city. We were, in fact, the only local couple and everyone else had a couple hour drive to get here. Four of the couples had allowed some extra time and hadn't needed it. They had beaten us there.

For most of the couples it was a weekend in the country.

I unloaded the maple tree we had brought and put it with the other four that were already out. Asking your friends to bring a tree or shrub is not a very good way to landscape. The early offerings were a very mixed lot.

No one was exactly dressed for serious yard work! Maybe I was prejudiced but I thought Cindy was the most beautiful woman. Diane came in a close second. The other four were not bad looking but not in the same league as Cindy. The other men seemed to agree. The four strangers nearly drooled over her. I was in serious danger of ripping my pants from the erection! The question was, what was causing that early reaction? The four women who were not shy about getting to know me or the attention Cindy was getting?

Ron led me back to help with the hog he was barbecuing over a huge kettle cooker. I think he thought that since I'm from the country, I should know about cooking whole hogs. He was wrong.

We waited until 3:30 for those planning to be fashionably late. By then there was quite a crowd. There were 17 couples gathered with 19 offerings for the yard. Somebody must have brought more than one.

First order of business, if you didn't consider sizing up the opposite sex, was to divide the bootie into types and kinds of fauna and then decide what to do with it. Cindy was actively involved in the discussion. I said nary a word. I have a black thumb! My idea of a good plant is one made of silk that takes no fertilizer, no sun, no water, and only needs an occasional dusting. The perfect lawn is green cement, preferably with a built in water system to automatically wash it clean!

The next hour and a half was rather interesting. Watching a bunch of people dressed for sex, not gardening, plant trees and bushes and shrubs. More than a little attractive tit showed in those clothes as the women helped place plants in the ground. I was a hero however, I was the one with the beer in the cooler.

By 5:00 the meat was falling off the well done rotating carcass in the barbecue and I helped Ron peal it off into disposable aluminum tins. Some of their friends had brought buns and paper plates and napkins and disposable silverware. I discovered that Ron had placed a bunch of pealed potatoes in pots under the hog where the juices dripped on them.

The next couple hours, until the sun went down and the temperatures dropped below the level of comfort, were spent munching whole hog sandwiches, wolfing down food and getting to know each other.

I had the attention of a number of very attractive ladies, and I must confess a real interest in later activities. My mind was not just undressing them (a feat that would take little effort in reality) but also pictured me engaged in some rather interesting activities with them. Cindy had a full entourage of men following her around. My jealousy had left me and I found it humorous to watch the men drool and Cindy play them like guitars.

No one was making any sexual moves, but the tension was thick in the air. I could hardly contain my desire to get on with the activities. A feeling intensified by the cute busty red head hanging on my every word.

Ron came over to me and smiled. "Don't worry, it'll all happen soon."

"It's that obvious?"

"Not to me, but Diane noticed. This is the interesting time. Everyone knows what they want to do, but they are all waiting for someone else to do the first ummmm dance. Call this the foreplay for the evening. I kind of enjoy the tension actually."

I chuckled. "Yeah, it is kind of exciting."

Judy, the red head, snuggled her body close to me. I could feel the heat from her. "Don't worry, darlin, you're going to be," she chuckled, "Dancing soon, if I have anything to say about it." Her eyes met mine and I saw the invitation in them.

Ron smiled at me. "Cindy is sure enjoying the game isn't she? She sure has a following."

I looked at my wife, then smiled at Ron. I wasn't jealous anymore. In fact I was excited knowing that all those men wanted my wife and excited by the thought of watching them with her. The presence of the busty red head rubbing her ample breasts against my arm had some effect as well. I smiled at Ron. "She sure is drawing a crowd."

"You're a lucky man. She is one sexy lady."

I looked at Diane and remembered the enthusiasm of her bouncing on my lap. I remembered the silky feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. I remembered how luscious her tits were. I smiled back at him. "You're pretty lucky, yourself. Diane is one hot woman!"

He smiled. "Don't I know it. We're both pretty lucky to have women willing to share us. Now come on, it's time to move this party inside."

Judy smiled at me. "I think, I'm going to be the lucky one that she shares. If you think Diane is sexy. Wait till I get my hands on you." She emphasized the point by brushing her hand over the front of my pants.

For just a second I considered bringing up the subject of my weird jealousy of Cindy's enthusiasm with Ron and Judy, but decided against it. I just went over and stood beside Cindy as she chatted with three men. Judy stayed right with me. Cindy smiled at me. "I think the party is moving inside, dear." I said to her.

Cindy looked from Judy to me and smiled a knowing smile. "Go on in and have fun. I'll be right behind you."

I didn't have time to turn. Judy grabbed my arm and led me to the house. As we walked, I mused that there was something wonderful about swingers. You certainly didn't have to play any games. Judy wanted to "dance" with me and she let it be well known! I did not have to guess what she wanted.

Judy led me into the house and directly up the stairs. Ron and Diane had already told us all the rules. Any bedroom with an open door was available. If you didn't want extra company, close the door. If you left it open, then don't object to someone else joining in. Make sure the bedroom door is left open when you're done.

Judy led me to the first open door and quickly through it. She turned in a flash and had her arms around me. Our lips met in a long passionate kiss. My arms wrapped around her trim waist as our tongues danced together. I drank in the smell of her. My dick sprang to life inside those tight pants. She felt my arousal against her belly. Her hand slid along my body from my back where it had naturally been when we embraced, to feel the swelling in my pants. She broke the kiss as her hands moved to my belt. She tugged at it for a moment and then my hands moved hers out of the way as I unfastened the belt and then the pants.

Her eyes locked on my front as I tugged my pants down. A soft moan escaped her lips as my hard cock sprang into view. She took a long look and then pealed her own clothes off.

I pulled my shirt over my head, reluctant to take my eyes away from her as she pulled the sexy frilly shirt off her frame. I stood there naked as she discarded her bra. My eyes watched those luscious pale tits with the pink nipples. I watched her as she stooped down to tug her pants off. I watched to see if she was naturally a red head. The pale skin spoke of her true hair color but she was shaved.

She came back into my arms and I felt her breasts against my chest. My erection brushed the soft skin of her belly as we kissed again. A long lingering kiss. My hands found the soft bulge of her breasts and lightly weighed them as my thumbs found her nipples.

She broke the kiss and her eyes smiled into mine. She stepped back and looked at me. Then she smiled and stepped to the door, swinging it shut. "I want you all to myself." She said. Her voice husky. I voiced no comment as she stepped back to me and pressed her body against my back as her hands found my stomach and then slid lower to grasp my manhood. She kissed my neck, sending shivers through me and then broke away and took my hand and led me to the bed.

I kissed her passionately and then my mouth worked down her body, kissing her neck, shoulder and then her left breast. I sucked the nipple into my mouth as my hand found a very wet pussy. She arched her back as my finger slid over her clit. I moved my lips to her other nipple as her fingers found my hair.

I started to move my mouth lower but Judy pulled me up by the ears. She didn't say anything but as our lips met, I felt my cock near her slick entrance. Her hand reached down to grasp me and aim my cock at her. I didn't need more of an invitation than that. I slid into her in one smooth thrust. We both gasped at the feel. I paused for a moment, just enjoying the tight, warm, wet feel of her. Her legs wrapped around me and her back arched below me. Her hands found my back and she began to rock her hips at me as her hands pulled me to her. I rocked into her in the rhythm dictated by her hips and her hands.

I tuned into the rhythm of her body, trying to feel what she liked most and repeating it. As I learned the way she liked me to thrust, her body reacted.

Judy's head rocked from side to side as she moaned loudly. I was excited by her loud vocalizations and rammed her harder. I felt her pussy convulse around me as her eyes rolled. Her whole body convulsed under me and then was done. I kept slamming into her and then she came alive again. As I felt her explode a second time, the pressure built in me. Her hips were rolling into me and her head twisting as I exploded into her. Our bodies slowed as we gasped for breath. I collapsed beside her.

Judy's eyes smiled into mine as my fingers roamed over her naked body. She kissed me softly.

"Thank you, Darlin! You were wonderful!" She smiled at me across the pillow.

"You were pretty good yourself!" I said to her.

She sat up and then pulled herself erect. I watched her as she pulled on her clothes. Judy opened the door and was gone. I was filled with strange feelings. The joy of having just had sex with a beautiful almost stranger and an empty feeling at her departure. I got up and pulled on my own clothes.

I had barely stepped into the hall when I heard a familiar sound. The sound of my wife in the throws of orgasm. I took a few steps toward the sound and found an open bedroom door. Inside a man was hammering my wife while a dark hared woman watched. I watched fascinated as the man exploded into my wife. The olive skinned woman smiled at me then went to where the man's body mated with my wife.

I watched as she licked his testicles and then reached for his softening prick as he pulled out of Cindy and pulled the cock to her mouth. The girl sucked the penis, gooey from my wife's juices clean. As the man rolled off Cindy, the girl lowered her face to attack Cindy's pussy, licking and sucking her man's juices from my wife.

Cindy's eyes opened wide as she watched the woman. Her mouth tensed as if to protest and then she laid back and let her lick. At first Cindy's body was stiff with apprehension and then she relaxed. I watched her face as it went from shocked to pleasured. My cock sprang to life.

The naked man smiled and waved me into the room. I nodded and then went to my wife as I stripped naked. Cindy's eyes locked on mine and then I kissed her. I felt the excitement and the pleasure in her as her hand reached out and grasped my familiar cock. She pulled me toward her mouth.

The brunet looked up from eating Cindy's pussy. "Hun, those things taste lots better when they have a little sauce on them." She wiggled her ass in invitation.

Cindy laid there, her hand wrapped around my cock, her mouth open. The pressure of her hand pulling me toward her mouth eased. A strange look crossed her face, half disgust, half excitement. The disgust faded, replaced by pure desire. She didn't say a word. She just looked into my eyes and a slight smile appeared on her mouth. She nodded at me.

I moved away and took a look at the brunet. She was very attractive with long dark brown hair and olive skin. She had pendulous breasts and was a few pounds over ideal weight but still very attractive. I moved behind her. The woman wiggled her pussy at me as I moved up to her. We both had to adjust our height and then I popped easily into her. She made a noise into Cindy's pussy as I penetrated. I began to thrust into her pussy as she bounced with me against Cindy's clit. Cindy's eyes looked over the girl to lock on mine as I fucked her new friend.

Cindy's eyes rolled as her hips rocked into the girl's face as a long wave of orgasm came over my wife. A few moments later the brunet gasped as her pussy convulsed in orgasm around my cock. The sight and sound of Cindy and the girl both cumming pushed me over the edge and I exploded into the girl's pussy.

The girl kept licking softly on Cindy's clit as I pulled out of her. Cindy's eyes looked onto mine. There was a strange look there. "Mmmmmmm. bring me that thing!", She said to me.

I moved around the bed again and presented my wife with my semi-erect cock. She sucked it into her mouth. "Yummy!" She giggled with her mouth full. She sucked and licked with vigor, using all her talents on my dick, but it wasn't responding. I pulled away.

The brunet looked up from my wife's pussy and smiled. "I'm Debbie by the way." She gave me a dazzling smile as I looked into her brown eyes. "You want more, honey?" She asked my wife.

Cindy said nothing. There was a strange look on her face. Not excitement, not disgust but interest. Debbie moved over her and Cindy's tongue reached out tentatively. She licked and sucked on Debbie's pussy and Debbie closed her eyes. After a few minutes she shuddered slightly and then moved off Cindy.

The man and I smiled at each other. I went over to my wife and give her a great big kiss on her gooey lips sharing the taste of Debbie's pussy. When I looked up from the kiss, the couple was gone.

Cindy looked around the room, discovering that we were alone.

"Did you like the show. and the pussy?"

I smiled at her. "I sure did. So how did you like the pussy?"

"Strange. I wouldn't have thought I would like it, but it was kind of fun. Now I see why you like to eat my pussy."

We laughed together for a moment. "Shall we get dressed and join the party?" I asked her.

We both watched a naked couple walk by the open door. "I guess we don't need to get dressed. But lets join the party."

A few months ago, I would have been shocked if my wife had suggested we wander around our own home naked and now it seemed normal to wonder around someone else's house with no clothing. I think Cindy was reading my mind. "I actually like being naked now. Wouldn't have believed it a few weeks ago." We both chuckled.

Strangely I didn't feel out of place without clothing. We weren't the only ones. About a third of the people were naked, another third of the women were wearing lingerie, while the last third were still wearing their "outside" clothing.

I suddenly realized that I was thirsty and went off to get both Cindy and I a drink. When I came back with two beers, Cindy had company on the couch. A man sat on one side talking to my wife while one of his hands rested on her naked thigh. I smiled and sat down beside her. I was actually enjoying watching my wife flirt with him.

We talked and joked for a while. I looked at my watch and realized that it was still only 8:30. The man's hand was wandering up her thigh. Cindy smiled and spread her legs as her hand found his and put his hand in her pussy. I watched him finger fuck her for a while as we held a perfectly normal conversation, with the exception of some rosy color creeping into Cindy's face. It seemed a rather surreal scene.

Finally, Cindy looked at the man. "Are you going to take me upstairs or fuck me right here?"

Bill needed no further coaxing. He stood and took my lady's hand. I debated if I should follow and watch the show or stay there. I finally decided to let Cindy have her way with the man alone if she wished.

I wandered back to the kitchen where the beverages were. Judy was standing there resting her naked bum against the counter while holding a discussion with two other women, one naked, the other in sexy lingerie. I took in the sight of Judy's pale ponderous tits and then looked to her two friends.

The naked one was a very petite blond. She stood barely 5 feet tall in her bare feet. Her skin was pale and her blond hair shined. There was a sparkle in her blue eyes. Her breasts were firm and shapely but not overly large. Her waist was trim. The light curls of her pubic hair was trimmed into a landing strip pointing toward the cleft in her pouty pussy. Her blond hair framed her face nicely as it fell straight to her shoulders where it curved upward.

In contrast the other girl was very tall, taller than I, and dark complected. She was also a big girl but she had chosen her lingerie carefully to show off her figure. Her tits were exceptionally large. The straight falling lingerie hid the fact that her waist was slightly larger than it should have been but the material let her large dark nipples show through. She may have been a touch heavier than required, but that was more than made up for by a dazzling smile with gleaming white teeth and brown eyes that sparkled.

Judy spotted me and her eyes lit up. She reached out her arms in invitation. I walked into her arms and wrapped my arms around her in a tight naked hug. My cock responded to the touch of naked skin.

"Mmmmm stud! I was just telling the girls about you." She giggled. "I think you should save some of that for them." She broke the hug but left one arm around me. I felt a little self conscious with my half hard cock. I shouldn't have. Except for a brief glance from each woman at my midsection, they paid no attention.

Judy made the introductions. The blond was Pat, an apt name for a blond bombshell. The big dark girl was Tammy, a name that didn't fit with her appearance at all.

"I'm telling you, girls, this one is good! I think we should drag him off to a bedroom while we have the chance." A flush of excitement went through me. I felt a surge of pride at the compliment and a gush of excitement at the thought of having three women.

Tammy looked deep into my eyes. "Sounds like a plan to me!" Her eyes twinkled. Judy urged me toward the living room and the stairs beyond as Tammy put an arm around me. I was led to slaughter. A Naked woman with an arm around me on one side, at rubinesk brunet in lingerie on the other and a naked blond following. All I could think was "WOW"!

What we discovered was that six bedrooms was not enough for a party this size. All the rooms were occupied. Three of the doors were open but the beds were already accommodating writhing people.

The four of us peeked into each room and then made some lured comments in the few minutes that we waited. The wait was short. A door opened and Cindy and Bill emerged hand in hand. Bill must have been a fast study!

Cindy's eyes met mine. She saw the gaggle of women around me and raised her eyebrows then broke into a broad smile. Cindy sent Bill on his way and stayed to watch.

The girls wasted no time dragging me into the empty room. Judy closed the door as soon as Cindy was through. I heard the door close but didn't see it! Tammy had already pulled me to her and our tongues were dueling. I felt hands pushing the two of us apart and then a tongue on my very erect penis. The sensations were mixed and a blur. I only knew that I was kissing Tammy. I knew there were one and then two tongues on my cock and I felt eyes watching but I didn't know who was watching and who was licking.

I don't know who or how I was moved to the bed but at least three women directed me there. I happily half fell onto my back on the bed as the kiss and lick session temporarily broke up.

Tammy who had been directly in front of me was quickly out of her scant clothing and following me up the bed. My eyes locked on hers as she rose over my manhood and then lowered herself down on me. I felt hands spread my legs as a tongue found my testicles. Pat was approaching the head of the bed and I saw Cindy watching with fire in her eyes.

I watched as Pat straddled my face and lowered her pussy to my face. My tongue reached out to taste her as my nose drank in the smell of inflamed pussy. My senses were overcome. I felt a tongue on my scrotum and lips around my nipple.

As Tammy bounced, my concentration was directed to pleasing the clit on my face and the sensation of warm wet pussy sliding on my cock was only a vague very pleasant feeling somewhere below my conscious. Pat's body jerked as she convulsed in orgasm, spilling warm wet tasty juice over my face. Her body sagged and she crawled off me. I saw the intense look in Cindy's face as her mouth withdrew from my nipple. She watched as Judy came around the bed. Tammy stopped her movements on my cock as Judy crawled over my face and lowered her pussy to my waiting lips. My tongue reached out and my concentration returned to licking and pleasing the new pussy pressed to my face.

"Oh My God! Lover!", It was Judy's voice. "You are just as good with your tongue as you are with your cock." I heard a slight giggle and knew it was Cindy.

I felt Tammy's pussy convulse around my cock. I heard her throaty moans as she exploded. I felt her body shaking from side to side. I felt her back arch and her hips thrust hard into me. Then I felt her body sag and she slid from me. All I could see was the beautiful folds of Judy's pussy on my face. Lips engulfed my throbbing cock. I had no idea whose! Fingers hefted my balls.

The feeling came on me suddenly, unexpectedly. I felt the pressure, more intense than I had ever felt before. The explosion rocked my body with an intensity I had never felt before. I felt greedy lips suck until I was empty and then release my cock. I tried hard to keep ministering to Judy's pussy as she began to grind her hips against my face.

I felt totally drained, exhausted. Still I tried to concentrate on the movements of the lady on my face. I concentrate on giving back the pleasure I have just felt. I hear Judy literally scream in pleasure as she slams her pussy into my face. For a moment I am near panic, unable to breathe. Then she moves herself and I gulp down air before the pulsing vagina crushes into my face once more. Many seconds pass but before I need air, Judy collapses, her head at my feet. I can hear her gasping for breath.

My body relaxes totally as I feel that I have fulfilled my duty to the women. The toil done. Now I can relax. Still my vision is blocked by Judy's thighs wrapped around my face and her pussy is right before my eyes. As I regain some of my strength, I crane my neck and kiss her pussy lightly.

Judy twitches and I hear her speak. "This is your husband?" I don't see Cindy nod her head but I know she does. "Damn, you are one lucky woman! This boy is Goooood!"

As she says that, Judy rolls off my body. "Believe me, I know how lucky I am!" Cindy says.

I see Cindy's face near mine and she leans down to kiss me. She licks the juice off my face. My hand reaches for her and cups her breast. I'm exhausted but filled with love for my wife. A strange emotion for a time when I have just had three other women. Cindy lays beside me and cuddles as the other three wander off. I pay scant attention to them.

"Tiger, they are going to be talking about you for years." My wife says in my ear and she giggles. She senses my exhaustion and gives me a few more minutes to recover before she prods me out of bed and leads me out of the bedroom. Where there is a line at the door.

Either I'm too tired to even notice or the novelty has worn off. I hardly notice my own nudity, or that of the others. I don't even feel self conscious around those people who are fully, if sexily clad. There seem to be people everywhere around the house. The couch in the living room is vacant and I count myself lucky to drag Cindy there and plunk down.

Cindy snuggles her naked body against mine and smiles at me. "Hun, you look like you could use a drink. Want me to go get you something?"

I nod my head and Cindy heads for the kitchen. I can't help but watch her beautiful naked butt as she wanders off. Damn I feel lucky!

Despite the visual image of Cindy and a few others of interest, I recover slowly from my sexual exhaustion. It seems a long time before Cindy comes back and following her are another couple. The facing love seat is full so Cindy curls her naked body up on the floor leaning against my legs while the girl sits her equally naked body down beside me.

It seems perfectly normal to discuss the weather while surrounded by naked people. After a while, the man asks us if we would like to accompany them upstairs. Cindy looks up at me with hopeful eyes. I smile down at her.

"I think I'd like to sit this one out. But if Cindy wants to go, it's fine with me." Cindy gives me a half smile. I think that means she wants to go but would have preferred if I had gone with her. Iwas feeling back to myself an hour later when Cindy came back with a huge smile on her face.

We both continued to mingle although I did not ask anyone else to "dance".

An hour later I saw Cindy wander up the stairs and then right back down from the upstairs bedrooms with two naked men in tow. I watched from across the room as they had a heated discussion. Then Cindy snuggled up to both of them. I watched her hands reach out and grab a cock in each hand as she kissed from one man to the other. That leads to an amazing threesome on the floor before me. I watch in awe and pride as Cindy takes care of her two studs with true enthusiasm and skill. She is pleasured, as I have never seen her. When they are done, Cindy is crumpled like a dishrag. This kind of shock and awe I can deal with!

By the time they are finished, both my strength and my erection are restored to normal. She nearly crawls to the sofa and I join her. Cindy slumps her body against mine. Her eyes look into mine and I smile at her.

Cindy recovers much more quickly than I and half an hour later when Ron and Diane come to join us, Cindy is back to her perky self.

Diane complains that they have had not had any time with their neighbors. What do you say to a beautiful naked woman when she complains (in other words) that you haven't fucked her yet? Nothing! You just follow her to her bedroom.

The two giggling naked women beat us to the bedroom and flung themselves on the bed, side by side. I looked at them and my body reacted! How could it not?

The two women reach out their arms, beckoning us. Ron and I exchange smiles as he heads for Cindy's arms and I for Diane.

Diane pulls me to her. Our lips meet in a long wet passionate kiss. Beside me I hear the sounds of Cindy exchanging a lip lock with Ron. I feel the motion of the bed as Cindy wiggles under Ron and the sounds of Diane moaning under my kiss.

I hear the gasp from Cindy as Ron enters her and then feel the bed begin to move as Ron begins to thrust. Cindy makes short gasps on each thrust which further inflames my member.

The sound spurs Diane on. Her hand reaches for me and urges me inside her. I feel the wet silken warmth of her pussy engulf me. I push slowly into her until I hit bottom and then wait a moment, just basking in the wonderful feel of her. Our kiss becomes more passionate. I feel eyes on me and I rise to my hands as I begin to rock into Diane.

I look beside me and see Ron looking at me, watching me pound his wife. My eyes look lower to Cindy. Her face a strange mingling of emotions. Her eyes look to mine with a trace of a smile and then the next thrust causes her eyes to close in pleasure. Then she looks to Ron's face.

I look into Diane's eyes as I thrust into her again. Her eyes look back and then roll.

The sounds of the two women inflame me. I feel the pressure build. My breathing quickens and Diane feels it. Her pussy grasps my cock, milking it. Her eyes beg for my offering. Then her breathing comes in gasps and the clenching of her pussy is no longer to bring my pleasure but a sign of her own.

For a moment, I lose track of everything. There is only Diane and me, as we explode together. As I come down I sense that Cindy came with us. Ron explodes as the three of us are slowly getting our breath back to normal.

The four of us smile at each other and the girls giggle. A strange sound for the aftermath of sex but somehow exciting.

As Ron and I roll off our women, they roll together in a 69.

I watched my wife, obviously enjoying her lesbian encounter. Unlike earlier in the evening, Cindy is alive with excitement, committed totally to the experience. The two women lick each other clean before exploding in orgasm.

The scene was incredible. Two beautiful naked women fully enjoying each other.

It wasn't long after that that Cindy and I went home, minus one sock and Cindy's bra, which we could only hope would show up later.

After we crawled into bed, both seemingly exhausted, Cindy told me all about her adventures, including her introduction into the world of bisexuality. The sexual energy returned for both of us. The retelling rekindled our mutual desire and we made love.

I told her about my adventures and since I thought I knew who's mouth I had blown my wad into, and knew that she knew the answer, I shushed her. The not knowing was more exciting than the knowledge would have been. We made love again.

Cindy had had another new awakening. There was even more excitement in her than before.

A week later, the excitement had gone for me but the glow was still in Cindy. Diane called and I could see the excited flush on Cindy's face as she talked to her. I felt the twinge of irritation creeping up on me again. I closed my eyes and pictured the four women fucking me silly. My cock and my level of enthusiasm both came up and I smiled. The irritation was gone and I knew that from now on, all I would have to do to banish the feeling was close my eyes and think of that experience. I could only wonder what it would have been like if I had not had that experience. Would the irritation have gone on? Would it have ended our swinging or worse our marriage? The only answer I have is that when I close my eyes and think back, all is right with the world.