As I gasped at the sight of her, a hand reached out and she introduced herself as Gwen who lived in 208, adding, “You sure are cute.” She stood up slowly, allowing her wrap to fall away from her high breasts and a slim waist that flared into softly rounded hips. Her sweet pubis, floating before me at eye level, was covered with downy auburn hair that quickly moistened in the steamy sauna, seeming to curl before my eyes.
I introduced myself, and she asked if the big blond hunk was mine. It was a good description of Jack, who I said would probably spank me if I didn’t do more unpacking before he got home. Gwen laughed and suggested we cool down with a quick skinny-dip in the pool, and I agreed. There was no one else around on this weekday afternoon. Side by side at the water’s edge, we frankly assessed each other.
Gwen was about three inches shorter than me, slim almost to the point of being boyish. Her small breasts were tipped by pink buds of nipples, and her skin was silky, her ass high and tight. She moved like a dancer. We dove into the pool, squealing as the icy water knotted our nipples. We played, diving between each other’s legs.
Impulsively, I invited her and whoever she lived with to come over for a drink. She smiled and said she lived by herself; she liked the independence. She was tickled by the invitation, and we agreed on a good time before we headed toward home with our towels around us, walking arm in arm like old friends.
Unbeknownst to either of us, we had been quietly observed. As I bounced into the apartment, tousled and smiling, Jack greeted me with a knowing smile. He’d been watching our antics through the sliding door. He grinned, commenting about coming home to a double treat, and with a shake of my head, I sprinkled him with water until we collapsed in a laughing hug on the thick carpet. I felt his cock stiffening in his pants, and I quickly helped him shed that troublesome barrier of cloth. We rolled around naked, nibbling on shoulders and earlobes.
I love it when he goes down on me, and he loves old-fashioned belly-to-belly sex. We’d also talked about exploring my bisexual nature, and he confessed he’d like to watch me make love with another woman, as well as join us in a threesome for some uninhibited frolicking. We described to each other our perfect fantasy girl. Pretty, petite, eager, and very, very, hot. Someone who loved giving and getting head. We were in total agreement. We laughed about how opportune my meeting Gwen might be, and soon any thoughts of unpacking vanished.
I tingled with excitement as Jack explored my mouth and kissed my face and the hollow of my neck. His kisses trailed south until he met my right nipple, which he first licked, then tugged with his teeth. His hands were everywhere as he asked me to describe Gwen in detail. Two fingers delved into the velvety tightness of my wet pussy as I described her kinky red-brown cunt hair and pink, protruding labia.
Jack rolled my clit from side to side, and I grasped his cock in my hand, pumping firmly. He let me come twice, teasing me as he asked if I would really fuck Gwen with him. Then he buried his fingers inside me, gathering moisture to spread over his cock. Without warning, he thrust into me as I was still throbbing from my last orgasm. I lay back, legs hooked over his shoulders as he pumped steadily. His balls slapped my ass, his pubic hair rubbing my engorged clit. His spurting semen flooded me as my cunt contracted in yet another climax. The air was thick with the smell of sex.
Moments later there was a knock at the door, and I heard Gwen’s voice calling my name. Jack grabbed a towel to wrap around his hips and tossed me another before he opened the door. Sparks flew between their eyes as he greeted our pretty neighbor. She said she hoped she wasn’t interrupting anything, and Jack gallantly said she was welcome any time. She looked good enough to eat in white shorts and polo shirt.
I beckoned her over to sit beside me on the sofa. She looked boldly at Jack, and he leaned down, stroking her arm as he offered to get us drinks. When Gwen replied that she’d like something long and wet, he looked like a man stricken with pure lust. I was incredibly aroused myself. Gwen was by no means oblivious to the tension. She asked sweetly if we’d rather be alone or if we wanted some company.
We both grinned at each other, surprised at her direct approach. She leaned over and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, her breasts pressing into me. I could smell the sun in her hair. Then she stuck her tongue in my ear, making me moan. My heart beat wildly as we held each other. Her breath in my ear was driving me mad. I met her open mouth with mine. Jack said he’d like to watch, but we’d better save some for him later. She loosened my towel and peeled it back, tracing my flanks and thighs with her fingers as she fell on her knees before my proudly nude form.
Gwen urged me to spread my legs wide, and I stood leaning back against Jack. He squeezed my breasts and fingered my nipples as Gwen laved the insides of my thighs and then began to lick and suck my pussy. Jack kissed me deeply as my hips rocked forward to meet Gwen’s mouth. I tried to hold back and make the pleasure last, but she overwhelmed me with her tongue and I shook us all with my climax. I slipped to the floor and Jack nudged me onto my hands and knees. As he rocked into me from behind, I felt incredibly full.
Gwen knelt in front of me, squeezing my swaying breasts. I rested my forehead on her thighs for a moment as Jack fucked me from the velvety tip of his sturdy cock down to his heavy balls. My tossing head pushed her thighs apart, and Gwen leaned back as I began to tease her pussy lips with my tongue, pulling on them gently with my teeth. She tasted fresh and delicate.
She knelt up, reaching for a kiss from Jack. As their mouths met, I slipped sideways, drawing them down with me. Smoothly, we changed positions. Jack thrust in between Gwen’s raised legs as I stroked his taut ass and licked and sucked his big balls. His body tensed, and he began to fuck her hard. I shifted around to Gwen, feeling her body tense, too. I stroked her hair with one hand and my own clit with the other, pushing two fingers into my moist cunt. I came as Jack shouted his own climax and Gwen moaned her pleasure.
We lay there content, both of us stroking our newfound nymph. She smiled at us and whispered softly, “Think you’ll invite me back?” As if that were in doubt! Of course we would, as often as she would be willing to come.
—Ms. M.O., Tallahassee, Florida
Upstairs, Downstairs, All Over the House, Pleasure Lovers Find Like-Minded Playmates
I was in the kitchen, putting a bottle of wine in the refrigerator to chill, when the doorbell rang. My wife looked up from the tray of crudités she was arranging, remarking that it was early for the guests to be arriving. Kissing her on the cheek, I agreed, then made my way to the foyer to let in the first of our guests.
It had been a while since I had thrown one of these parties. Julia and I had been attending them for years, usually with a group of people we knew from around town, and periodically I liked to play host. Thanks to a boom in the real estate market I had recently bought a new, larger home. It was on the outskirts of town in a quiet, woodsy area, the perfect location for a swing party, and I was eager to show off my new digs.
When I opened the door I saw that it was Ron and Cynthia, friends of ours from the tennis club. They stepped inside and Ron handed me a bottle of scotch while I gave his wife a kiss on the cheek, running my hand over her ass, which was still firm after all these years. We went back a long time, and I’d always appreciated Cynthia’s expert cocksucking skills, sometimes even more than once during a party. I gave them a brief tour of the house, partly out of pride, but also so that they would know where to find the bedrooms, bathrooms, and kitchen. As I got them settled in the living room, the doorbell rang again.
Before long, the living room was full of talking, laughing couples, all happy to see one another again after what seemed like an extremely long absence. Julia wandered among them, making sure everyone was comfortable with a drink in their hand or something to munch on. As soon as the doorbell stopped ringing, I was able to join my guests. Fiddling with the stereo, I surveyed the scene, pleased at the turnout. I put on a CD of romantic light jazz, setting the levels so that the sound was just right,
and then began to make my way around the room.
Julia’s friend Maura was standing by the buffet with her boyfriend, and as I poured myself a club soda, we made small talk about our jobs and such. From across the room I saw Julia in the corner with our neighbor Bob, and as she caught my eye I gave her a little smile, letting her know that it was time to get things started. She smiled back, and I watched as she leaned forward and kissed Bob lightly on his neck, whispering something in his ear.
Bob put his arms around Julia’s waist and pulled her toward him. Pretty soon they were locked in a pretty heavy embrace, and I could see her reaching into the front of his chinos to pull out his cock, already semierect, and stroke it to hardness. I have been the recipient of that touch many times, and it was making me hot just watching her.
Prompted by Julia and Bob, the other guests started pairing off. The noise in the room grew quieter as people began to slowly drift upstairs to the master bedroom and the guest room, led, I assumed, by my wife. As I had on many previous occasions, I reflected on how lucky I was to have found someone who not only accepted my fondness for swinging, but also actually derived great pleasure from it herself.
A quick glance around the living room told me that those partygoers who preferred to stay and talk for the time being were comfortable and had recently refreshed drinks in their hands. I followed the rest of the party upstairs, my cock throbbing in anticipation of what I was sure to find there. I stopped first in the master bedroom, where in addition to our king-size bed, Julia and I had left a number of large throw pillows scattered about the floor.
I found Julia lying on her back in the middle of the bed, pinching and twisting her nipples as my friend Bob gave her pussy a thorough licking. She moaned loudly as he slid his finger into her cunt and began to move it slowly in and out. Bob’s wife, Arlene, clad only in a lacy bra and panties, was positioned on the floor beneath him, a pillow under her head as she, in turn, sucked his cock.
Unable to resist, I eased Arlene’s panties off her rounded hips, and she paused in her attentions to Bob’s manhood long enough to nod her approval. I crouched between her spread legs and lowered my face between her thighs. Running my tongue between the puffy lips of her pussy, I found her clit and flicked at it. Her body tensed and she moaned, and I could only imagine how this was affecting Bob’s cock.
As I sucked on Arlene’s pussy, someone squeezed my cock and balls through my trousers. I looked behind me and saw that it was Lara, Julia’s best friend and a frequent guest at these parties. Winking at her, I watched her climb onto the bed next to my wife. Then my attention was forced back to Arlene, who began grinding her pussy into my mouth. Her cries were muffled by Bob’s cock, which, to my amazement, she managed to continue sucking. Arlene’s hips bucked against my face as she rode the waves of her orgasm, and not until her breathing calmed did I stand back up. Slipping off my pants and shirt, I placed them over a chair in the corner of the room as Ron took my place.
Lazily, I stroked my cock as I watched Lara and Julia locked in a deep kiss, their tongues darting between each other’s teeth as Julia writhed under Bob’s ministrations. My wife was fingering her friend’s pussy, sliding her finger among Lara’s moist pink folds, and I wondered where her husband, Sonny, was. I knew how much it turned him on to see our wives together, so I figured there must be something really exciting happening in the next room for him to be missing this.
Curious, I left them, knowing I’d probably find him in the guest room, though I could only speculate on what else I’d find there. Passing the bathroom, I stopped and splashed some water on my face and gargled with some mouthwash we’d set out on the counter. Feeling refreshed, I entered the guest room.
I hadn’t been wrong about Sonny. He was there, and I immediately noticed that my crafty friend had pushed together two of the futon mattresses that had been arranged on the floor. He was spread out in the middle of them, and as I walked through the doorway my coworker Rita straddled his hips and lowered herself down onto his rigid pole. Maura was crouched over his face, her substantial breasts jiggling as he laved at her shaved pussy. Sonny ran his tongue back and forth over her clit as she writhed above him, and I heard her gasp as Rita leaned forward to suck on her nipples. Sitting on a cushion beside them was Rita’s husband, Carl. He was watching the scene, fisting his cock in cadence with his wife’s movements.
As Rita alternated back and forth between her breasts, Maura grabbed a fistful of Rita’s hair as she was gripped by a thrilling orgasm. Meanwhile, Rita bobbed up and down over Sonny’s cock. He reached around and grabbed her ass. I thought about what a lucky guy he was. Taking in her heart-shaped bottom, I hoped that I’d have a chance at it later.
I’d been so caught up in the ménage à trois playing out in the center of the room that I did not notice the action in the corner until I heard a loud gasp. Turning around, I saw Cynthia going down on Pete, who had come as Maura’s date. His cock was slick with her saliva as she bobbed her head over it. She began to deep-throat him with ease, which, as I well knew, was one of her many sexual talents. In addition to running a graphic design firm, Cynthia was famous for her expert blowjobs, though only in our circle of friends.
I admired her technique as I got on my knees behind her, giving her a kiss on the shoulder to let her know that I was there. Cynthia smiled back at me and spread her legs a little wider in invitation. Well, there are some invitations you can’t refuse, so I ran my finger over her cleft and found her slippery hole. I slid in to the knuckle and finger-fucked her a few times before drawing it out and sucking on it. Savoring her musky taste, I positioned my cock, which was hard and aching for release, at her opening.
Holding on to her hips, I thrust into Cynthia, biting my lip as her cunt opened to accept the mushroom-shaped head of my cock. I moaned as my shaft slid into her. When I was buried deep inside her, I began to slowly move, picking up speed until I was pounding into her snug pussy, my balls slapping against her thighs. Slamming into her, I turned my attention to the threesome beside me in time to see Sonny lift Rita off him and grasp his cock. After a few quick pumps of his hand, his come shot out of him, landing all over his belly. Wasting no time, Rita leaned forward to lick him clean.
The sight of that was more than I could bear. I grabbed Cynthia’s breasts, molding them with my palms as my thrusting grew more and more frantic. Her pussy clasped my cock like a tiny fist, and she raised her head off Pete’s cock to cry out. Not missing a beat, she grabbed his member and continued to pump it in her hand as my pounding cock brought her higher. Soon he began to spurt, and she leaned forward to catch his come with her tongue.
This was hotter than any porn video I’d ever seen, and it was all happening right there in my home. Cynthia turned to face me, licking Pete’s cream off her luscious lips, an action that released my floodgates. My balls constricted and my ass clenched, and almost before I knew it, I was shooting my load deep into Cynthia’s cunt. It had been a while since I had come that hard, and even I was a little taken aback by the amount of semen I pumped into her, some of it leaking out and running down her thighs. As my spent cock slid out of Cynthia, Julia entered the room and approached me, giving me a deep kiss and sliding her tongue between my lips. That was our usual signal that she wanted me to lick her clean, something that she knows I love to do after she’s been fucking other guys.
I gave Cynthia a little kiss before she turned her attention back to Pete, who was already almost completely hard again. Julia took me by the hand and led me down the hall, past the master bedroom. By the mass of bodies and the sighs and moans floating out the door, I could tell that everything was going well. The living room was empty, everyone being either in one of the bedrooms or chatting in the kitchen as they sipped on bottles of spring water that we’d left in the fridge.
Pleased with what we saw, Julia and I made our way downstairs to my study, where we reflected on all the fun that people were having. Our party was a success, and I was proud not only of my new home, b
ut also of my wife who was so good at helping to entertain our guests.
—Mr. C.D., Durham, New Hampshire
Good Neighbors Once, Energetic Lovers Now
Last summer was an unusually rewarding one, thanks to my very attractive neighbor, Audrey. She’s a mature, voluptuous woman who is always outside working in her garden in a bikini that leaves little to the imagination.
Every time I was out in my yard she always managed to be bending over with her tight, firm ass aimed at my face. Once when I was working on the fence, she was pulling weeds not more than ten feet away, and I could see that the crotch of her bikini had pulled to one side, revealing her glistening slit. I was only wearing thin running shorts myself and got a tremendous—and obvious—hard-on. Audrey stayed in that position a long time, and I’m still not sure whether she was deliberately showing off for me or not. In any event, I had to retreat indoors to relieve the overwhelming pressure in my balls.
The most amazing surprise of the summer happened the day she was sunning in her white bikini and I was tending some flowers in the planters on my back deck. It was elevated sufficiently for me to see her walk out into the backyard, but to my disappointment she set down her towel in a section that was hidden by the fence. I decided the best way to get a better look was to go over and ask to borrow some potting soil—not original, but a bit more plausible than asking for a cup of sugar.
As I walked down her driveway, I heard water running. To my glorious surprise, Audrey was letting the water from the garden hose wet her down, and as her bikini got soaked, it became more and more transparent. She didn’t know I was watching, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The cold water was causing her nice brown nipples to get as big and firm as succulent grapes; they were begging to be licked and sucked. Her dark pubic hair was shadowing through the flimsy fabric as well.
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