Eyeing him through half-open eyes, Alice ran her tongue over her lips and haltingly got to her feet. She encircled his condom-clad cock and squeezed him lightly. “It’s been too long,” she murmured as if his cock could hear. Alice glanced up at him and turned about to lean over the counter, wiggling her ass at him. “This way I can see what everyone else is up to—helps keep my juices flowing. Don’t tarry. I’m ready when you are.”
“I’m ready,” Brett grunted, squeezing a butt cheek in each hand before parting them to give him a clearer view of his target. Without difficulty, he slid his cock along her wet pussy and watched his cockhead disappear.
“Oh, yes. Way too long.” Alice pressed back against him. “More. All of him.”
Brett eased on in. It never failed to surprise him how tight a sixty-year-old woman could be. He settled against her buttocks and curled his fingers over her shoulders, waiting for her to adapt to his presence.
“Wonderful,” she murmured. She raised her head and chuckled. “Looks like my husband is up to his balls in a little black pussy. He’ll be raving about this night for weeks.”
Brett glanced over to see Linda riding Carl cowgirl fashion with her arms high above her head. He knew exactly how Carl must feel. Linda could ride a cock with abandon.
Linda’s husband, Tom, was similarly buried in Donna. Brett eased in and out of Alice, testing their joining while Donna began a low wail from across the room. He paused long enough to watch Tom gawk at his playmate as Donna squirted over his belly. She never paused, but continued on in search of the next orgasmic wave.
“Damn, she’s something else,” Alice said. “I plan on tasting her before the night is done. Of course you could invite us back. Looks like Jen has her hands full, too, or should I say pussy full?”
Brett smiled at his wife on her knees with her upper torso slumped on the couch. Fletcher stood behind her, quickening his thrusting until Jen squealed her pleasure. Brett frowned. He’d lost track of Ryan. He glanced over his left shoulder to see his buddy eating out Nancy, prone on the pool table with her legs held high. She grasped each ankle and repeatedly spread her legs like scissors. Ah, to be that young and flexible. He grinned when he saw Ryan trying to unwrap a condom while continuing to tongue his partner who let everyone in the room know she wanted more. He doubted she’d be disappointed. He flinched when he felt Alice’s fingers tugging on his balls.
“Hey, remember me? Let’s get going, Brett. I’ll understand if you don’t want to come yet, but I don’t have a problem with recovery. And there are three other cocks I want to try out tonight.”
Brett ran his fingertips down Alice’s back and loved the feel of her squirming beneath him. Then he began a steady rhythmic pace, easing in and out of her.
“So smooth,” she murmured. “Jesus.”
He felt her vagina clench, unclench and re-clench his cock. She was close. He shortened his strokes and flexed his hips faster.
“Oh my God, yes. You’ve done it again. I’m almost there. Oh. That’s it. Hold me, Brett. Just hold me.”
Brett tucked his arms around her and held her close. She crashed. Her quivering continued. He knew she’d calm and steady herself and then a moment later, she’d be ready for more.
She tossed back her head. Some of the spikes of her hair tickled his chin. “That was perfect,” she said. “A perfect beginning.”
Carefully, Alice pulled off him and turned about to kiss him fully. She winked. “I think I’m going to go over and chat with Jen for a minute. Maybe I can get her to share that young stud with me.” She blew him another kiss. “I wonder if the kid has ever fucked a woman old enough to be his grandmother.” She glanced over at Nancy, backed up against the pool table with her legs wrapped around Ryan.
“Don’t know about you,” Alice quipped, “but I’m feeling like a feisty cougar. Thanks for helping me sharpen my claws.” Alice removed his condom and dropped it in a nearby wastebasket. “You may want to go help your friend out before that young woman has him finished for the night. I’m hoping he’ll have something left for me later on.”
Brett slapped Alice’s butt as she sashayed past him toward Jen and Fletcher. “I’ll see what I can do about that. Wouldn’t want you disappointed.”
* * * *
An hour or so later Jen caught up with her husband who, like her, had donned a robe and had come to help set out some goodies. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”
Brett gave her a crooked smile. “Wouldn’t want any of the ladies to go home unhappy. I haven’t seen you sitting in a corner by yourself.”
“Hardly.” She smirked, pouring wine. “I want to get with Carl if Donna will ever let him go.”
Brett laughed easily and stared over at the pool table where Donna lay on her back with her legs draped over Carl’s shoulders. “I sure hope to hell I have that much stamina when I reach his age. And if Donna doesn’t stop shouting out you’re wonderful and my God, he’s drinking all of me when she comes, every other guy here is going to go home with an inferiority complex.” He picked up the corkscrew and began to work on another bottle. “I don’t recall her being this loud. She sure as hell seems to be having a great time.”
“That she is.” Jen tickled her husband’s ribs. “This is working, Brett. She’s not going to be satisfied with only us—not after tonight. I didn’t realize she was such an exhibitionist.”
She glanced back at a tangle of four bodies on the mattress in the center of the rec room. Her pussy clenched at the sight of Linda on her hands and knees lapping at Alice’s juices. The sound of thighs slapping ass could be heard as Ryan steadily pummeled Linda from behind. Alice’s eyes were the size of small saucers, her moans muffled by Linda’s husband’s cock in her mouth. “Ryan isn’t being left out either. This is the second time Linda has hooked up with him. I think she’s found something she really enjoys.”
Chuckling, Brett said, “She does love a sandwich. As does Alice.”
“Speaking of sandwiches,” Jen said, opening the downstairs fridge, “Donna and I made a bunch of finger sandwiches earlier. I’ll set them out. Should be about time for a break.”
“Always the hostess.” Brett took the sandwich tray from her and set it on the counter. He turned back and gathered her in his arms. She snuggled against his warmth. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”
“I can never hear that too often.” She nipped his shoulder. “And I love you, too.” She rubbed her loins back and forth across Brett’s hardening cock. “I don’t imagine it’s good form for the host and hostess to retire to their bedroom in the middle of a swing party.”
Brett’s fingers curled around her buttocks. “Probably not. But do save something for me.”
“Always.” Pulling away from her husband, she called out, “Food and drinks are on the counter whenever you guys are ready for a break.”
She laughed at the groans and wide-eyed stares she and Brett received. The responses of their guests reminded her of the days when she’d break into games her kids and their friends were playing to offer them a drink and cookies.
“I can’t remember when I’ve met so many fantastic people.” Donna smirked at Jen and tightened the sash of her robe. “Or when I’ve had such an unending great time.”
Jen laughed as Donna quickly sobered.
“Not that we don’t have fantastic times with you guys,” Donna glanced over at the couch where Linda again sat astride Ryan, holding her arms high, calling out to anyone who listened that she had him and wasn’t going to let him go this time until he came. “Linda is one of the most spontaneous people I’ve ever met.”
Amused, Jen watched Linda’s hips and thighs tighten as if she were doing stretches. Ryan howled and then Linda, giggling, pistoned up and down the length of Ryan’s cock until he convulsed beneath her. Jen had never seen him come so violently. He’d been holding back for so long, the eruption seemed to overtake both him and Linda. Ryan reached out for Linda’s hands and she clasped them in hers and so
ftly lowered to nestle in his arms. Jen couldn’t make out their whispers. The sheen on Linda’s dark skin glistened as Ryan continued to flex slowly and gently in and out of her body.
“Ryan might not be able to get it up for a day or two after that one,” Donna said, appearing quite proud of what Linda and Ryan had accomplished. “We’ll just have to make do with Brett if Ryan poops out on us.”
Jen cocked her head to the side and then parted her lips as Donna drew her close before slanting her mouth across Jen’s. Shuddering, Jen didn’t hold back. While Donna had obviously enjoyed the evening, she clearly expected more.
Breaking away, Donna said, “I’ve missed you tonight.” She pouted. “Though you did look very busy.”
“As were you.”
“Oh yeah. Delightfully so. I thought I might be put off watching you and Brett with other partners. I wasn’t. I’ve never watched you with another woman before. Watching you and Alice was a thing of beauty. She is so cool. I saw some things I want us to try. Later.”
“Later,” Jen agreed, as Donna rattled on, still apparently feeling the high she’d been riding most of the evening. “You’ve been great. I think you’ve been able to hook up with everyone.”
Donna nodded. She grimaced. “I’m glad Fletcher was able to bounce back. I didn’t mean to make him come so early.”
“No problem,” Jen said, recalling how the youngest male in the room had taken her from one climax to another without seemingly even pausing to catch his breath. “That young man is just about unstoppable.”
“Do you know we’ve made dates with everyone here?”
“I’m not surprised. You and Ryan were a hit. I knew you would be.”
“Hmm. But we won’t want to lose what we have with you and Brett.”
Jen parted Donna’s robe and lightly tugged on a swollen nipple before ducking to kiss it thoroughly. She smiled into Donna’s breast as her best friend’s moans filled her ears. Reluctantly, she lifted her head. “The party’s breaking up. There will be plenty of time for us after tonight.”
Donna scrunched her shoulders and twisted her neck. “Who would’ve thought life could be this good—ever, but especially at this age? Looks like Carl and Alice are getting dressed. We better say our goodbyes.”
Nodding, Jen said, “I prefer to say until next time.”
* * * *
“You may not squirt,” Brett said softly, moving up their bed to cuddle Jen, “but you are the most scrumptious woman I’ve ever tasted.” She had that slightly flushed, post orgasmic glow about her that never failed to touch his heart, knowing he’d had more than a little to do with bringing her such pleasure.
“Oh, I never tire of hearing that.” Jen kissed his lips playfully, licking at them. “You’re right, I do taste good. But then you have a tongue that never fails to bring the best out of me.” She sighed. “Maybe I’ll learn to squirt like Donna one of these days.”
“Doesn’t matter. So where are you going to want my guy?”
Jen’s fingers curled around her husband’s semi-hard cock and her eyes sparkled. “I haven’t quite decided. It’s difficult to choose. Maybe I want him in all three orifices.”
Brett watched Jen’s cheeks take on a reddish hue. He knew she wasn’t kidding. “Sorry, I believe he can still only manage one orifice at a time. You may be out of luck unless you want to call Donna and Ryan.”
“They’re visiting Carl and Alice tonight.”
“Are they ever home anymore?” He shrugged. “The newness will wear off at some point. At least they’re not cramping our style.”
“It’s working so far.” Jen squeezed his cock. “Wednesday nights we swap spouses for the night, and every other Friday night the four of us play together.”
“Umm. Fridays can turn into weekends. And you ladies have free rein to get it on whenever.”
Arching an eyebrow, Jen said, “None of us are limited by the schedule we agreed to. Spontaneity is welcome if there’s time and willingness. I seem to remember you getting a little extra after church on Sunday.”
“Ah, that was fun helping you ladies out of your Sunday clothes. Too bad Ryan was in Chicago.”
Jen yawned. “Has it only been two months since we threw that party that launched Donna and Ryan?”
He thought a minute. “Yep, almost two and a half months. And they certainly are still soaring. How about us—are we still soaring?” Brett swallowed as Jen skimmed his cock until it became rock hard.
“Our sex lives have never been better,” she replied. “And you know it. Swinging has inspired us to try so many things we never would’ve thought of. Not that everything needs to be tried more than once.”
“You didn’t look like you enjoyed the cuffs.”
“Nope, not me. Works for some, but not for me. What about you, Brett—are you satisfied with what we have?”
He winced. “What you and I have is fantastic. And throwing Donna and Ryan into the mix has been fun, if not challenging at times.” He scowled. “Still, I fear getting into a rut. Will all of this become so routine it won’t matter?”
“That’s hard to imagine. I hope we don’t get jaded. We have met swingers who seem to have lost the spark.”
“Exactly.”
“How do we prevent that from happening to us?”
“I’m not sure. We probably need to listen to our own advice—remain open to surprise. Continue seeing this as an adventure to be experienced for what it is. Some of our playmates will become lifelong friends, others will fade after the newness has worn off, and others, as we know, only want a onetime encounter in the first place.”
Jen chuckled. “You’re right—the pool of playmates is quite fluid. Good that we enjoy the process of finding new prospects and that we like meeting new people. It’s been a while since I seriously looked for new contacts. Maybe it’s time.” She leaned down to bite his shoulder. “But first I want you in me.”
He raised an eyebrow as her last sentence hung between them and her neck flushed. “Where?”
She got up on her hands and knees. Beaming him a smile, she said, “I want your cock in my pussy. Once he’s settled, I’ll want you to put this vibrator in my ass.” Jen pulled a pink anal vibrator from beneath the pillow and handed it to him. “Make sure you lube it first.”
He nodded, reaching for the lube. “You knew what you wanted all along.”
“Of course I did.” She parted her lips with her tongue and rocked back and forth on her knees. “This is going to be fun. I’m so ready. Let’s do it.”
Once in position, Brett bent down and placed a sloppy kiss on his wife’s butt.
“Oh, nice.” Resting on elbows, Jen waggled her buttocks. “Do you need a map?”
“Not hardly.” He smacked her butt lightly and chuckled at her moan. “Your pussy is so wet. And your asshole is already opening.” He squirted a little lube on her dark portal and worked it in with a thumb.
Jen flinched and then slackened.
His thumb eased in, meeting little resistance.
Between short breaths, Jen said, “Now your cock. In my pussy.” Not waiting for his response, she reached under her belly to guide him to her entrance.
Resisting the urge to take her swiftly, Brett inched his cock into her depths while working his thumb back and forth in her ass. She quickly grabbed the pillow with both hands for support. It surprised him she hadn’t simply thrust her body back, impaling him. Perhaps a part of her wanted to prolong the inevitable also, but not for too long. He smiled down at his cock finally disappearing into her folds. Scrunching against her buttocks, Brett ran his free hand down her back. She arched up into him like a satisfied cat. He pulled out a little and eased back in. Once more, he did the same. He glanced at the vibrator and back at her ass.
She nodded. “The vibrator, Brett. I love your thumb, but I want to try the vibrator.”
“It’s just something we haven’t tried before. Let me know if it’s too much.”
She giggled. “You’ll
be the first to know. Well, the second. Hurry, I’m going to come just waiting.”
“And that would be a shame,” Brett mocked, carefully easing his thumb out of her ass. Her flesh puckered at its loss. He added a little extra lube to the vibrator and placed its tip on Jen’s quivering anus.
“Jesus,” Jen murmured. “Give it to me. No teasing.”
Brett bit down on his lower lip and watched the vibrator disappearing. He stopped as soon as he sensed resistance.
Jen shook her head. “I’m okay. Keep coming. Oh, my God! That’s so wonderful.”
“It’s in. Duh, guess you knew that.”
“Fuck me. Your cock and then the vibrator.”
Trying to find a smooth rhythm, Brett slowly withdrew his cock halfway and then pushed back in. As he reentered, he withdrew the vibrator partway out of Jen’s ass. She held her breath as he felt his way.
On the fourth stroke, Jen called out, “You’re doing great.” She gasped for breath. “Amazing. So much happening. I can’t be sure what’s what. We’ve merged.”
Brett shook his head, attempting to clear it. He doubted they’d merged, but his cock rubbing against the vibrator separated by a thin membrane and the sight of his wife building toward something gigantic had him right on the edge.
“Turn it on…low.
Brett fumbled with the switch slick with lube until he managed to flip it on. The results were instantaneous.
“Oh my God!” Jen screamed. “I’m coming…hard. Don’t move.” She panted. Her fingers curled into the pillow. “Take it out. The vibrator.”
With a butt cheek clutched in each hand, Brett knelt, trying not to flinch a muscle as he withdrew it. Jen shattered beneath him.
“Come in my ass.”
Brett blinked. Had it been seconds or minutes since she’d spoken? He didn’t have to be told twice what she wanted. As soon as he withdrew from her vagina, Jen tucked another pillow under her belly and rested flat on the bed. Her ass lay wide open with invitation. Brett lubed his cock and slipped into Jen like she’d been made just for this, just for him.
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