by Matthew Lee
We woke late morning to an unexpected awkwardness. I decided to meet the beast head-on. “Emma, Honey, let me just say last night was more fantasy than reality. You understand that, right?”
“Oh, of course, Baby. Just hot pillow talk. I know.”
I detected disappointment in her voice but, strangely, her response also disappointed me, like I expected her to fight me for the right to fuck Andrew. Jesus, I was a mess. We ate some protein bars in our room and then headed to the main house for coffee.
After the mass exodus, our gathering had fallen to only a few; Paul and Debbie remained, of course, and Erin and Jared. Kim was gone as well as that weird guy from legal. Several others also stayed but they were from other departments and I did not know them. All together, we were down to ten.
With fewer guests to entertain, Andrew could have more fun. He joined Paul and me at cut-throat tennis, and then soaked up some sun after noon. After an hour Debbie asked if there was someone at the house that cut hair and Andrew said he would walk back with her and introduce them. I was surprised when at the last moment Emma said she’d join them. Paul and I stayed behind to sunbathe. About an hour later, the girls rejoined us without Andrew.
At dinner that night conversation was lively and spirited, but perhaps that was because we all knew tomorrow was our last day. Soon we’d return to the routine and predictable. We gathered in the den to watch Avatar on the big screen. Emma and I returned to our cabana late and made love one last time before heading home.
We called the kids as soon as we landed at the airport and grandma assured us they were well and having fun on their summer vacation. We took turns speaking to them but sensed they were eager to get back outside to the horses so we told them we loved them and said have fun. Emma and I would be back at work four more weeks before those rug-rats finally came home.
The flight back to Las Vegas was uneventful and we dozed. We arrived late Friday night, facing work for the first time in a long time Monday morning. What a trip. Travel is always stressful and we showered and dropped into bed.
At work Monday, everyone seemed stuck in first gear and Andrew joked about creating an army of zombies. Those that hadn’t gone on the vacation were amazed by the stories we told and the adventure we had.
On Thursday, I clinched my first big sale in a long time and relief flooded my body. Even Paul congratulated me. The dark cloud over my head evaporated. Soon after I closed another significant deal. My slump was behind me.
Three weeks after, Andrew, as promised, invited us to one of his special parties the coming weekend. I told Emma and she turned into a nervous virgin schoolgirl. She fretted about what to wear and how frizzy her hair was and how much she weighed. I was understanding for a few days and then I had to mention she was sucking all the fun out of anticipating the event.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just extremely nervous.”
“What do you think will happen, Baby?”
“I’ve spoken to Debbie about them. She says they can get pretty wild.”
“Okay, but nobody is forced to do anything, right?”
“True.”
“Then let’s do this; our first visit will be observational only. We promise to hang back and watch, learn the ropes, so to speak. Just voyeur all night and then come home and laugh about everything we saw. That way there’s zero pressure on us to say or do the right things.”
She rubbed her chin. “I like that. We’ll just hide in the shadows, watch the regulars do their bit, get a feel for things.”
“Exactly.”
“I still want a new outfit.”
I laughed. “Of course.”
She shopped every night after work.
Saturday night arrived and she looked smashing; she wore a short plaid skirt and thigh-high black boots and a black long-sleeve dress shirt unbuttoned to just below her tits. I went with dress shirt and pants and a sports-coat, no tie.
I’ve worked at StoneWork Enterprises for years and years but I’d never been to Andrew’s private home. He has a flat in the city where we’ve met for professional events but never his actual home. The place was sprawling, nestled at the foot of the Red Rock Mountains in western Las Vegas. Emma and I talked about how nervous we were on the drive up.
Valet took our car and we walked the winding path to the front door in silence. Throbbing music from inside faintly filled the hot desert air. The exterior was dimly lit with deep orange bulbs and the inside was even darker. Pale blue and purple softly illuminated steps and corners, for safety, but the entire house was incredibly dark. We followed glow stick markers deeper into the home.
At last we arrived at the gathering. There was little light from bulbs and most of the illumination was provided by glow in the dark paint and stickers. A hostess handed us glow sticks and paint and brushes and we joined everyone else painting fun symbols and swirly patterns on our skin. I was way over-dressed and hung my coat and shirt in a small room and painted my chest with goofy splotches. Emma kept her shirt on but painted markings all the way down.
Once our eyes adjusted to the light we could see shapes and bodies well enough to determine everyone present was almost naked. I estimated about two hundred people present just in this open area and I was sure the house extended a lot farther. I expected Emma to freak out but she said she found it naughty and exciting and the big crowd made it easier to hide. Faces were almost impossible to determine. I had no idea if I knew the person next to me or not. I got an idea and painted three small dots on Emma’s forehead and she did the same to me. If we became separated we’d know from across the room where each other was.
We found an alcove to sit and for about ten minutes we just watched all the wild people dance and mingle. The party had a frenetic energy to it, fueled, in part, by drugs and alcohol, and by driving music and the general spirit of the crowd. The few people we’d spoken to were spacey and happy and utterly uninhibited. I recognized no one and told Emma that.
“What a relief,” she shouted over the music.
Through a brief parting of the crowd I saw a bar across the room. I told Emma to stay put and asked what she wanted to drink.
“A cranberry Martini,” she laughed. “And tell him to make it a strong one.”
I kissed her and headed for the bar, amazed at the incredible bodies, male and female, I saw along the way. The bartenders were swamped and I had to wait three-people deep. To the left I noticed a large open area with low couches and ottomans, covered with virtually naked people. There were numerous instances of oral sex and intercourse taking place right in front of me. Everyone was so casual about it. Male-male and female-female too. The place was a carnival of flesh. Everywhere I looked I saw tits and ass and penises and pussies. I checked again to see if I recognized anyone from work but did not. That would have been pretty cool.
The bartenders were flying around behind the bar liked winged monkeys but the press was just too much. I finally got my drinks and headed back, but Emma was gone. You might think I was irritated after spending so much time fighting the crowd to get a drink she asked for, but I wasn’t. I was thrilled. Never in a million years did I expect she’d be anywhere except exactly where I left her and the fact she was missing was exhilarating. Emma was alone in this carnal and extremely lascivious place.
My first protective impulse was to go look for her and make sure she was alright, but I ignored that instinct and sat my ass down. Maybe she’d merely gone to the restroom.
As I waited for my wife, my imagination blossomed. The various scenarios stung a bit, I’ll admit that, but they were far more exciting than upsetting. At first my mind leaped to Andrew. I presumed he’d walked by and seen her and stopped to talk. One of them had broken the tension they share and suggested someplace more private. They were off in some room now. I pictured his big veiny cock in her mouth. Or perhaps while Emma waited for me, a man walked by she found incredibly attractive. She might be off with him right now.
I watched the circus of peopl
e swirl around me, wondering if Emma was about to step from the crowd on her way back from the restroom or if she was chatting with someone else, somewhere in Andrew’s massive mansion.
How quickly life can turn; financial circumstances followed by a crass comment by me planted a seed in Emma’s mind that took root and rapidly bore fruit. I learn what she’s done and instead of anger I feel arousal. Before we could fully discuss what we’d discovered and what it meant to our marriage, another twist of fate delivered her to two men and propelled us into the Twilight Zone. Emma was as stunned and surprised as me, but our solid relationship allowed us to examine things with a clear mind. We both liked it, so why not? Maybe the introduction of outside excitement was exactly what our relationship needed at this point. Life is short and comes at you fast.
I thought I saw her dancing with someone and leaned for a better look but it wasn’t her. She’d been gone long enough now I was certain this was no trip to the restroom. My wife was lost somewhere in this maze of sin. Did I want to find her? Or did I want her to pursue whatever had stolen her away from me in the first place? A tingle ran down my back.
I downed her Martini in two gulps and coughed. How the fuck does she drink those awful things? I sipped my whiskey to wash out the taste of her cranberry and meandered away from my seat. I’d become lost in this circus too, just like her, and see what happened.
Everywhere I went I was struck by the same thing; swingers are incredibly cool and accepting people. I watched everybody fucking everybody and nobody cared. Not in a bad way. I’ve never met such friendly strangers. I was kissed passionately by two beautiful women and had my crotch rubbed by a third. Andrew’s house went on forever. I worked my way ever deeper and the crowd thinned. Honestly, there were so many sexy women around, Emma began to drift from my mind. When a stunning redhead approached, I stopped to talk.
She wore a white teddy and the black lights made her skin glow through it. Her teeth dazzled as did her pretty eyes but her amazing body held my eyes, especially her fantastic tits. She oozed feminine sexuality and I felt my dick wake up. She touched a lot as we chatted and my dick kept rising.
“Do you want to see my tits?” she said out of nowhere.
I hesitated for a second, preparing my apology and my excuse, but then I thought fuck it, I’m at a goddamn orgy for Christ’s sake.
“Very much. You’re gorgeous and so are they.”
She smiled and lifted the neck of her teddy over her head, lowering the lace until her breasts came into glorious view. For the first time, I wished for better lighting.
“Spectacular,” I gushed.
“Touch them.”
I showed her my wedding ring. “I’m married, sorry.”
“So am I silly,” she replied, showing me her three-karat rock.
Good point. I returned her smile and lifted both hands. Her tits were wonderful; firm yet soft, full and round. I followed the curve and then teased her nipples. I hefted the weight and lifted one to my mouth to suckle the nipple. She moaned. I moved to the other nipple and sucked a little before nibbling. That got a gasp from her and her breasts left my hands as she sank to her knees.
I had no willpower to stop her. Blame the whiskey and vodka or blame hours of wall to wall sex, but I let her take my penis out and suck on it. Sweet Jesus, that woman was skilled.
I backed against the wall and she followed, keeping my penis in her mouth the whole way. I braced myself and she went to town on me. She seemed to have three mouths, six tongues, and four hands. I had no plans to cum but she robbed me of a choice. Five minutes later I was bucking and jerking and grunting as her mouth sucked and her tongue teased. I had to give her my load.
She hung around for a few minutes and then kissed me and said she had to find her husband. I thanked her, which felt weird, and we kissed again and she was gone.
I waited for guilt but none came. I suspected I may be deep into a rationalization and guilt would hit me later so I made a mental note and filed the event away. At the moment, I felt utterly justified in what I’d done. Emma had certainly done far worse and while she had ulterior motive and even some things thrust upon her, I remembered her face during all of it and she suffered not at all.
When I had my legs again I continued my exploration.
I entered a large room with a bed centered and dim blue spotlights aimed. There was barely enough light to see and I moved slowly. About twenty people circled the bed and I found an open spot in the wall of bodies.
On the bed a Hispanic giant, braided beard and tattooed from head to feet, held open the legs of a lithe black girl and repeatedly sank his cock into her. She looked young and thin but he was a mountain of twisting muscles. Both his nipples were pierced as well as his nose. He eased back some and his cock popped out and a murmur went through the crowd including me. It looked about as large as my arm from elbow to fist and about as thick as my forearm. The hole at the tip had another piercing, a thick stainless steel ring which came out of the hole and entered again under the tip. A ball sat at the lowest point of the ring. I winced.
His cock was a weapon. The girl whimpered with frustration the second it left her body and she reached down hurriedly to get him back inside her. His bicep looked as big as her head. When the huge cock ploughed back in, her back arched as her tunnel expanded. She moaned in pleasure. A wave ran around the bed and I suspected the women watching were more powerfully affected than the men.
Now that they had adjusted to the dark, my eyes traveled the ring of spectators. Across the bed, I landed on a female with three glowing dots on her forehead. I focused and saw Emma and Andrew, watching from the front. Andrew was nude and Emma, now also nude, absentmindedly played with his big cock. He stood partially behind her and had his arm around her shoulder and across her chest, intimate and protective. She stared at the Latin monster and did not look away. I eased back, allowing two persons to partially hide me from them.
On the bed the dusky Hulk lifted the girl and pumped her on his enormous dick. The display of strength was staggering. Her eyes were fixed at the point where her body swallowed his and her face was contorted in a grimace of pleasure and pain. He stretched her tiny pussy wide.
Emma leaned back into Andrew, his large cock in her hand at her hips. She began casually stroking. Andrew lowered his fingers to her pussy.
The gorgeous woman that blew me earlier walked up to Andrew and whispered something in his ear. She then pointed across the bed and Andrew locked eyes with me and I almost panicked. I’d been set up! My boss whispered something to my wife and her eyes found me too. Blowjob Woman told her something and Emma looked at Andrew and nodded once slowly and they stepped back into the crowd and I lost them.
The young girl on the bed mewled as her orgasm approached and the bodybuilder placed her on her back and started giving her the entire length and girth of his meat. The girl whimpered from the intensity.
I wanted to stay and watch but I also wanted to spy on Andrew and my wife. I was torn. I understood now that woman had been sent to find and seduce me, clearing the way for Andrew to take what he wanted from Emma. He gave her a reason to cave. Clever bastard. I tried to track as they cut through the crowd but of course I lost them. I looked back at the girl on the bed. Her eyes had rolled back in her head.
Fuck. Did I really have a choice? I worked my way through the group and started in the direction I last saw them head.
I met a man in a tuxedo standing at a wrought iron gate. Behind the gate was a long hall. I tried to move past him but he stopped me.
“Dress code, sir. No clothing. You can use the cubby holes along the wall.”
I looked where he gestured and saw fifty oversized pigeon-holes, like in a post office but bigger, and half a dozen held shoes and clothes. I stripped and stuffed and he opened the gate.
I entered an area of cubicles like a business office but instead of desks there were twin sized padded mattresses. The first three were empty and I worried I’d lost them but then I tur
ned a corner and there they were.
Emma was on her knees with Andrew standing behind her. Five guys, ranging in age from early twenties to late sixties, formed a half-circle around her. She had the mid-sixties cock in her mouth and Andrew held her hair back and guided her mouth up and down the old-timers dick. The other men waited their turn. Emma, eager to please, sucked hard, swirling her tongue and fondling the old man’s hairy balls.
“Swallow everything Fred gives you, Emma.”
My wife nodded enthusiastically.
“Put your hands behind your back. I’ll make you blow him.”
Emma did as she was told and Andrew took control. She let him use her mouth like a tool to make Fred orgasm. The old guy lasted only a short time and then his hairy balls lifted and he groaned. Emma’s eyes got big and her cheeks swelled as she sucked. The guy’s load must have been big.
“Who is she?” I heard one of the men ask.
“Emma, Sam’s wife.”
“She’s fucking gorgeous.”
“She is. Loves cock, too.”
“Andrew throws the best parties. Where does he find these girls?”
I know Emma heard them because she moaned around the dick in her mouth. It was too dark for me to see faces but one of the voices sounded familiar. Fred pulled his cock out with a pop and stumbled away.
Andrew shuffled his feet and I saw his cock swing into view next to my wife’s pretty face. He looked bigger close, especially his balls. I was surprised by their size.
“Alex, your turn, step up.”
I knew no Alex but Emma just opened her mouth wide, ready to receive the next man. Andrew aimed her mouth at the approaching phallus and Emma closed her lips in a tight seal around the shaft.
My dick started to rise. She was a plaything to them, a slut, completely submissive to Andrew, pleasing him by pleasing others. Even in the dim light I saw she was guilt free and having fun.
