by Brendan Ferrell
I parked the car along the circle at the end of the suburban cul-de-sac. Others had arrived before us to gather beside the pool for a summer afternoon’s barbecue. More people would be coming as the afternoon progressed, until some two dozen couples were on hand for the festivities, all greeted, as Sally and I were, by our host and hostess. Gino was a distinguished middle-aged executive with Italian movie-star good looks. Inge, his wife, was his opposite, a willowy blonde ex-fashion model who still turned heads wherever she went.
Sally could well have been a model herself. In fact, she was a former dancer—supple and long-legged, with a slender body and perfect little breasts that are a neat handful. She’s tall, but comes up only to my shoulders, and her dark beauty is a match for my tanned, athletic build and black hair. We make a pretty impressive couple, as did many of the others in attendance. Those who weren’t especially stunning were uniformly affluent and well groomed, expensively coiffed and dressed.
To the casual observer it was just another weekend party in the Connecticut suburbs, and it would remain exactly that until the magic hour of eight o’clock, when no more guests would be admitted—and the real entertainment of the evening would begin. All of us were here for one purpose. At this early hour, however, we circulated, greeting friends, seeing who was there, nibbling at the edibles, and relaxing with tall, cool drinks.
The house was sprawling, multilevel, and modern, just shy of something one could call a mansion. It boasted a useful number of bedrooms as well as a state-of-the-art kitchen and a huge, open-plan living and dining room, divided only by a few steps leading down to the deep leather couches arranged before a manorial fireplace. An extensive bar made good use of the marble-topped island in the middle of the kitchen. As the evening sky blushed with a golden sunset, the lights dimmed everywhere except in the kitchen and the bathrooms. The kitchen especially was considered a kind of neutral zone as the erotic temperature rose elsewhere.
Sally and I had been here before, and several of the guests were, if not close friends, old acquaintances. Some of the women were new, wives or mistresses of men who were regulars at Gino’s parties. The eight o’clock transition began gradually, with a few women wandering about topless, then more and more of the guests shedding extraneous garments until most of us were clad in little more than underwear, if that. Couples were necking heavily in the corners of the living room, and others had made their way back into the bedrooms. A few outdoorsy types were still poolside, but swimsuits were no longer de rigueur, and most of them would be coming inside after a bit anyway. One gloriously full-figured brunette made her way to the bar wearing nothing but a gold chain around her waist.
Sally and I cruised past the enormous picture windows overlooking the secluded lawn behind the house. My palm rested against her pretty little ass, and her arm wrapped around my waist. I bent to kiss her, already aroused by the proximity of so much erotic energy yet in no particular hurry. These were evenings to enjoy, and we both wanted to take a long time kissing and caressing each other before wending our way up and back, in search of an available bedroom.
Many of the bedrooms were already occupied to capacity, as evidenced by the sounds of ardent moans and steaming flesh coming together in its age-old rhythm. Candlelight glowed on pumping buttocks and heaving breasts, catching here and there the gleam of a gold necklace or a tennis bracelet. Besides the couples actively entwined, there were others watching, waiting for the right moment or the invitation to join in. The whole scene was governed by an etiquette as exact as that of any diplomatic function. I often enjoyed the thought of some documentary filmmaker from outer space doing a National Geographic-style documentary on the group-sex rituals of suburban humans.
We found a room where mattresses had been pulled together to make a large, inviting play space. There a man was on his back being ridden by a hungry-looking blonde with enormous bouncing breasts and long red fingernails. Two more figures were embracing on the far side of the room, and Sally and I sat down to watch as the man pulled the woman onto the bedding and began to eat her pussy with obvious enjoyment. Sally’s left hand crept over my cock and began to stroke me softly, while her other hand caressed her shaved pussy.
The woman being sucked turned her head in our direction and smiled. She murmured something to her companion, who must have replied but seemed not to have missed a beat. Her hand reached toward Sally and beckoned. Sally rose gracefully and knelt beside her, bending to kiss her new friend. I followed like a shadow, waiting for the women to ask me to join them. As I got closer I realized we had met them before, though we had never had sex with them. Jack was a rising star in investment banking, and I remembered that his wife’s name was Marta.
Sally pulled me down beside them, and Marta reached out to stroke my cock as I too bent to kiss her. Sally moved down and kissed Jack’s ear, getting him to leave his feast long enough to give her a proper kiss, redolent of Marta’s arousal. Marta pulled me over so I could straddle her shoulders, giving her easy access to my cock. Over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of Jack and Sally taking turns trying to tease Marta into coming, but I was quickly distracted by her hot mouth devouring my cock. She seemed to have a bottomless throat, and soon I was holding her head and fucking her mouth as the movement behind me signaled that things had changed back there as well.
A quick glance showed Sally’s face buried in her friend’s pussy, with Jack getting ready to take Sally from behind. I felt the thrust of his initial penetration, and gradually Marta and I matched our rhythm to theirs. On the other side of the mattresses, the buxom blonde was wailing as she came again and again, digging her red nails into her partner’s shoulders as he rose up to meet her bouncing bottom. Suddenly he stiffened and clutched her hips, obviously shooting his load into her.
Marta began quivering under me as Sally brought her over the edge, and that made my balls tighten. My cock swelled even further as I erupted into Marta’s mouth. She swallowed, coughed, and swallowed again, gamely going after each drop of my come. When I withdrew, her breathing was still ragged, and she was moaning continuously. I turned to watch Sally sucking yet another orgasmic spasm from her friend as she surrendered to her own climax. Jack kept thrusting into her until he too stiffened and collapsed onto my wife’s back.
We rested for a while and then went in search of a bathroom. It was brightly lit, with stacks of clean, fluffy towels and a Chinese bowl full of assorted condoms. (I took a couple with me after we had showered, in case our next encounter was with someone we didn’t know. I was hoping for a piece of ass before the night was over, and one never knew what might turn up.) Sally and I soaped each other thoroughly with the citrus-scented lather, enjoying the familiar curves of each other’s body and reminding each other of our loving bonds before we ventured back out into the fray. I took an especially long time drying her off, wrapping her in the soft, pink towel and hugging her close.
I wanted a drink and something to eat, so we made our way out to the kitchen. It was difficult to remind myself that grabbing ass was out of bounds for men, and out of line for anyone in this room. One particularly succulent woman was bent over seductively, looking for something in the fridge. Sally nudged me and grinned, pouring us each a seltzer.
As always, Gino had laid out a lavish buffet, and we spent some time enjoying the food and drink while observing the amorous activities of our fellow guests. That hunger satisfied, we headed back to the bedrooms, tacitly deciding we were going to watch others play for a while.
Sally, ever practical, snagged a few more condoms from a bathroom as we passed, and we entered a bedroom at random. I propped myself against the wall, my wife beside me, and we surveyed the room. A pretty auburn-haired woman was standing draped on an older man’s arm. Nobody else was there at the moment, and Sally decided to take matters into her own hands. She went over to the redhead and took her hand, turning her for a kiss that was eagerly received. The two women headed for the bed and lay down, exploring each other’s ass and breasts before settling down into a sixty-nine that obviously excited them both. I moved closer, my hand on my cock, stroking myself back to hardness. Across the bed the other man was doing the same, though with slower results. I guessed that he was one who liked to watch, and I respected that. Especially since the woman he was with was well worth watching.
She and Sally were clutching at each other’s buttocks and letting out muffled cries as both of them began to shake with the onset of what seemed like a series of building orgasms. When they came up for air, the auburn-haired beauty looked up at her partner and he smiled approvingly. The girls rearranged themselves again and this time Sally was lying on top of the other woman, kissing and biting her nipples as she fucked her with the fingers of her right hand. The other woman’s back arched beneath my wife, and she groaned as she was seized by another bone-shaking orgasm. She looked up at me, then both women pulled me down beside them.
They maneuvered me onto my back, and in moments there were two eager mouths sucking my cock. The older man was standing beside the bed, stroking his now mostly hard cock and smiling broadly. Sally took my dick in her hand and unrolled the condom she was still clutching. Beckoning the other woman to straddle my hips, she guided my latex-sheathed member to its destination, and the redhead sank onto me with a moan of delight. As she began to ride me enthusiastically, Sally looked over at her partner. But he was content to jerk off while he watched, and motioned a polite no-thank-you to the invitation to join us.
Sally moved up to my head and kissed me before sitting on my face and letting me lick her swollen pussy as she kissed her latest playmate. She rode my tongue as eagerly as the other woman was riding my pole, and it was a toss-up which one of us would come first. Actually it was the redhead whose pussy went into spasms moments before Sally clung to her, racked by her own fierce pleasure. I had been holding out better than I’d thought I would, but I soon dissolved in a flood of come, shaking and bucking under the sweet load of so much succulent womanflesh. When Sally moved a little I saw our silent companion had come, jetting his sperm into his hand as his girlfriend’s pussy milked me till my softening member slipped easily from her cunt.
Soon the other couple left, and Sally and I lay still for a few minutes before she slipped away to wash up. She returned a little later, hand in hand with another woman, obviously fresh from the shower, both of them glowing in a way that told me they had been playing with each other while they freshened up. Behind them came a youngish man about my height, with one of the biggest cocks I had seen that night. Sally and the little brunette were eager to continue their pleasure games, so I moved to one side, letting them have the better part of the king-size bed. The man leaned back against the footboard and grinned conspiratorially at me.
His impressive truncheon was ready to go, and both of the girls descended on it with avid mouths. But the petite brunette soon relinquished him to my wife while she rolled aside with the clear intention of reviving my flaccid organ. She proved to have a talented mouth and skillful hands, and I was almost glad for being a bit tired—it gave me a chance to enjoy her ministrations for a more extended period before having to let go.
Sally was on her back with her legs up, guiding the man’s long, thick cock into her pussy. Her eyes got enormous as she stretched to take him all the way inside her, and she whimpered in awe as he began to fuck her gently and slowly at first, then with increasing strength and speed, egged on by her cries. It was an amazing sight, and I was sure he was staging their position so I could get the best view of his vast erection disappearing into my wife’s ravenous pussy.
Between his partner’s mouth and the fucking my wife was getting right before my eyes, I was once again hard and ready to go. She took a condom from beside the bed and unrolled it over my cock, using only her mouth. I rolled the woman onto her stomach and pulled her up on all fours so I could take her luscious pussy doggy-style. I slid into her hot depths with ease, reveling in her eagerness as she ground her hips back into me. She turned her head and said something I couldn’t quite catch, then cleared her throat and asked me to fuck her ass, hard.
Those were the magic words. I pulled out of her dripping pussy, readied her ass with her own juices, and plunged my joystick in to the hilt. Her tight passage massaged me as I fucked her harder and harder, to her intense pleasure. Then suddenly her muscles got that mushy softness that always drives me wild, and I plunged in and out of her like a madman until I felt her legs start to shake and her ass clench around me again. With one last thrust and a war whoop of victory, I came, bringing her with me. We shook and bucked as one before collapsing onto the bed.
My wife was still being ravaged by her latest lover, and she was clearly intoxicated by the intensity of it all. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, and her eyes went glassy as she quaked through one climax after another. As exhaustion took her, he pulled out and jerked off over her prone body, his cock swelling even more hugely just before his come spurted out. The brunette moved under me, eager to lick his come from my wife’s body, and I rolled over so she could do just that.
The two women lay in each other’s arms as I got up to go to the bathroom and clean up. They rose and kissed me as I emerged, and then the girls went off to shower and play some more. I slumped into an armchair and dozed off, only to be awakened a little later from a dream that my cock was being sucked. I opened my eyes to see Jack between my legs, my cock in his mouth. Sally was across the room, smiling at me as she lazily fingered her pussy. Before I knew it, I came in Jack’s mouth, and he exchanged my semen with Sally in a French kiss.
We all had a wonderful time, and Gino and Inge had outdone themselves with their marvelous hospitality, but it was time to be heading home to our own bed, where we could snuggle and reminisce and make love to each other when we were rested, loving each other all the more for the adventures we’d shared as well as those we knew lay ahead.