February and March flew by, being busy with work. Since the boys weren't with us, we had slowly integrated ourselves back into entertaining friends at our house. I hosted a sex toy party, which eight lady friends showed up to. Apple martinis were on the menu, along with letting loose with friends. Somehow during long conversation with one of my friends, the subject of this man came up. He was a patient of hers, through non-medical patient care in his home. He had divulged to her one day, during private conversation, he would love to find a woman that he could donate money to, to jack him off. See, he was physically disabled, but his mind and urges still were very keen. I felt so sorry for him and his situation. My thoughts turned to how I could help this gentleman. Yes, I know it was a crazy idea! I thought so myself. What was I supposed to do? John was my solution. No, I know what you are thinking. I asked his advice; he came up with the perfect solution. And all he saw were dollar signs and how much money there was to be made. Next thing I know, I am arranging a date and time for him and one of my friends to meet. I gave her a ride to his house and talked to him alone, discussing the limits and donation amount. Our talk turned into small talk, and in talking to him more, I discovered he was very intelligent and interesting. It happened to be his birthday, so what a better present or pleasure you could say. Calming my friend with conversation, he gently asked if she was ready. She nodded her head, wrapped her hands around the handles of his wheel chair and off to the back room they went. My friend returned about ten minutes later, with him in tow. Smiles on both their faces, him from having a little pleasure in his life and her from having cold, hard cash in her pocket. Driving home, we talked about the experience. She stated that he was a little grimy, but she would like to do it again. A light went off in my head. Gently, I asked if it was just him she was considering doing it with again, or if she would consider others. Shyly, she stated that she wouldn't mind others as well. The money was good, she had bills to pay and mouths to feed. And that is how I fell into my job as a Madam. I had another friend named Lola, who was a very sexy blonde, around thirty seven but she looked and acted much younger. She went on several dates. My friend Lola was extremely picky. But she always had a good time on her dates and the money was good. Last I heard of her, she was going to move in with one of her dates. I did all of the paperwork, and would give them the important information about their dates, show the ladies a picture and ask their opinion. I tried very hard to get to know the man behind the profiles, by reading between the lines and researching as much as possible. Security and protection, was my duty to provide for my ladies. Before I knew it, I had three ladies who I helped find sugar daddies for. I felt like the millionaire match maker, putting two people together to have a great time. In my mind, I wasn't hurting anyone. Just getting people together for some consensual fun and for my ladies to make some extra cash. I quit being a Madam due to the lack of the ladies being serious. Since a big part of our relationship revolved around sex. John found this guy online, who got off taking pictures of couples having sex. He started a correspondence by email, trying to set a good day and time of when we all could meet. Being the organized guy that John is, a date and time was set to get down to business and take naughty pictures. I found myself, once again, being unsure of the whole situation. But giving into his desires and fantasies was part of being a good, obedient wife. In preparation for the night, we changed the sheets on the bed and cleaned our bedroom spotless, since we were going to invite a stranger into our house, to take pictures of us in the throes of passion. The sex swing was set up in the corner of the room. I was dressed in cute, lacy black panties and lace back corset. John was in black silk pants. The man knocked on the door. For the sake of this book, I will call him Bob. My nerves were shot, I was actually a little shaky. He joined us in the living room, Bob was your average Joe, normal looks, a little fidgety, and I guess he was nervous, too. John, being the gentleman, gave him a rundown of the rules. He was going to use our camera, so pictures didn't show up on the internet that we didn't put there and absolutely no touching on his part. Bob could get up close and personal, just no touching. I really didn't find that odd, that John didn't want to share me. He enjoyed showing me off, fucking me in front of other people, but what was his, was his. We started kissing very passionately and undressing each other. John motioned for me to suck his cock. Bob started out watching on the floor and moved to the end of the bed to get better pictures, of my soft, wet lips engulfing John's thick, rock hard dick. Gently, I cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a soft squeeze, letting out a low moan with my lips still wrapped around his dick. You could tell, Bob was getting excited, because I kept hearing the shutter of the camera as he just clicked away, sometimes letting out a moan, if I took John's cock deep into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the purple, wet tip of his cock, tasting pre-cum dripping from the tip. Wrapping my lips, just around the head of this big, thick man pole in front of me, I sucked his cock like a lolly-pop. John's hands were pushing on the back of my neck, thrusting his hips in rhythm to try to get me to go deeper. As all good things must come to an end, I sat up and bit my lip, staring into John's eyes with wild desire. He got the hint and got on top of me, sliding his slick dick into my tight, wet cunt. With Bob still on the end of the bed, he had a bird’s eye view of everything going on. I turned my head sideways and noticed him still snapping pictures, but his breath coming ragged, as it seemed he was getting ready to blow a load in his pants, just by being there. John gave me deep, slow strokes that felt amazing. My moans were getting louder, as the sensations in my wet, dripping cunt were getting to be more than I could bear. Somewhere, from what seemed, across the room, I heard Bob say, how hot I was, and how much he enjoyed watching me suck John's cock. Rules were rules, and he knew he couldn't jump in, but nothing was said of him egging on. He told John to fuck me harder, which was making me uncomfortable, but from John's thrusts, I could tell it was a major turn on. My legs were wrapped around John's waist to give him deeper access to my now throbbing pussy. He kissed me passionately, as he gave harder strokes. I started to see stars in front of my eyes and just let myself go. A loud scream escaped my lips, as John was still fucking me hard. Just giving my throbbing, wet cunt a good pounding. I heard John let out a loud, long moan and I knew he just came. Then we laid on the bed, with him on top of me. Bob made himself known, that he was still in the room, mumbling something about that he needed to go. Guess it was too much for him, and he needed to go home and jack off to the visuals in his head.
He left and John sent him an email, thanking him for minding our rules and that he could come back anytime. Bob shot back with an email, that he would like some of the pictures, if we didn't mind and he really enjoyed himself. What can happen next? John was off work for two weeks for spring break in March 2012 and all hell broke loose for the first time. My loving, gentle, kind lover turned into Mr. Porn Hyde. Where did my John go? He normally treated me like a queen. With the boys living in Indiana with their Dad, we did have more freedom, and John completely took advantage of that. And the fact, that I am a highly sexual person to begin with. Not to mention the fact that I live to please my lovers. John made plans behind my back and casually mentioned he would like to go to another swingers club. It had been a year since our first time going in Philadelphia. Really not minding, I told him that I wanted to go, but wanted to clarify the rules before we went. He assured me that the same rules applied as before, we would only be watched while the two of us have sex. The party was actually being held at a house, about an hour drive from our house. I carefully got dressed, choosing a short, black, skirt that zipped up all the way on one side and a see through white blouse with nothing but a white bra underneath. John was dressed casually in jeans and a black t shirt. He always looked sexy in black. We pulled up to the house, and noticed right away the party was in full swing, with music going and people laughing. John went up to the house, to pay the swingers fee and show the host our drivers license, to prove that we were a couple. Gathering me from th
e car, we walked up to the house, hand in hand. He could tell I was a bit nervous, just like the last time, but tried to soothe me, telling me how beautiful and sexy I looked that night. We walked into the house, and looked around. The crowd was much older than us, but we decided to stay and have fun. John motioned for me to join him at the bar. Rum and Coke were on the menu and liquid courage sounded great to me. The bar tender, leaned over and gave us our drinks, her tits almost spilling out of her shirt and hitting the bar. A few couples came and welcomed us, men giving us sly smiles, women biting their lips, as it seemed they liked what they saw. To get myself calmed down a bit, I decided to dance. It was cute, the DJ wanted to dance and even asked John's permission if he could dance with me and John approved. He was around our age, and we had a good time on the dance floor, grinding, talking smiling and a little touching. John did get a little jealous, but still allowed it. I guess, seeing me grind on another man, flirting, really got John going, because he was ready to find a room and play. We ended up finding a room that was in a separate building, attached to the house. It was one big, open room with three beds and mirrors everywhere. There was a small TV that had porn playing on the screen. Discovering another room, off the big, open one, we walked inside, to find an exam table, a sex swing and a bed. John asked if the bed was ok. It was fine with me, since the sheets were freshly laundered. Unzipping the side of my skirt, John left it on, but it was completely open on one side, giving him easy access. Since my shirt was see through, I left it on, to not feel so exposed to people I didn't know. This felt a little different from the place in Philadelphia, and not in a good way. John seemed to know what I was thinking since he started to kiss me gently, to take some of my fears away. One hand went up the side of my skirt, as we were standing. His hand running over my round, firm ass cheeks gave me goose bumps. Giving into the pleasure that I was receiving, I leaned against the wall to give myself a little balance. John's lips traced the side of my neck, playfully biting it, causing me to giggle. I undid his pants and let his now growing, thick cock spring free from the confinements of his jeans. He got down on his knees in front of me and the next thing I felt, was his warm, smooth tongue, buried deep in the sweet, wet folds of my cunt. I glanced down, and saw John holding his full grown, thick cock in his hand, stroking it, with each dip of his tongue into my dripping pussy. My head leaned back against the wall, slightly off balance, with one leg wrapped around his shoulders. He stood up, and entered my tight, slick cunt with his rock hard dick. John took my arms to wrap around his neck, and pulled my legs up around his waist. He actually started fucking me against the wall! With every stroke he took, my head banged against the wall a little bit. I didn't care, the feeling was amazing. He took one arm and wrapped in around my sweet, sexy ass to hold me up. With the other hand, he took my swollen breast to bring it up to his bent down head, to be able to suck my nipple as he fucked me. Getting carried away, he actually bit my nipple, which caused me to scream, but in a good way. My head was buried in his chest. I took the chance to bite his neck, and his ear. That usually drives him crazy. His moans were muffled against the side of my neck, but I could tell that he wasn't far away from a mind blowing orgasm. I wasn't too far behind him. Wrapping my legs around his waist tighter, I started pumping back, my ass hitting the wall every time I did. John loved when I fucked him back. I got bold, grabbing a head full of hair, I pulled, grumbling in his ear to fuck me harder. “Is that all you got?” left my lips, and after I could even think of why I would say such a thing, he fucked me with such vigor that I thought we were going to crash through the wall. Guess he liked that, because he started talking back. “You want me to fuck you harder, huh? Deeper? Want this fat, thick cock inside your tight, wet cunt?” I couldn't even answer back. Him talking to me like that, blew my mind and sent me into the hardest orgasm I think, I ever had in my life. My body went into convulsions, and I was hanging onto him for dear life. Or, maybe it was because I didn't want to hit the floor? Fuck, I don't remember, all I know is when we were finished, there were about ten people in the room. Some watching intently, some fucking on the bed. There was even a couple in their fifties, having sex on the exam table. After our fun in that little room, we got dressed and quietly exited into the night, for the long drive home. On the way home, we talked about how we felt, sharing such experiences together, about other people watching us and how much money the hosts were making that night. So, once again, we came up with a crazy idea. It was so crazy, it could actually work. We were going to host a swinger party at our house. It got me thinking, I was good at planning and preparing for parties and he was a sex addict. How better could things go? Our house was big enough to host plenty of people. It could actually work. We were going to call it the Secret Mansion Party. Swingers normally don't share where the location of the party is, until the night that it is happening. So he decided to post an ad that we would share with people that we knew from our circles that were interested.
This is how the ad read:
You are cordially invited to a Secret Mansion Party
Date: 4/14/2012
Time: 8pm to ??
The Secret Mansion is a 6500 sq. ft. luxury home located just outside the city. It is a great place to mingle and interact with other like-minded adults in an upscale, private environment. We will host theme nights, so watch to see what is next.
Space is limited, so you and a sexy guest reserve your spot today!
Donations for Party are accepted
There is a $50 door fee for couples. We do have a professional DJ coming, to keep us swinging all night! The guests are limited to forty per party, to ensure the safety of people attending, the integrity of the home, and to make sure things run smoothly.
To be placed on the guest list please send us the following information for each guest.
First name of yourself and your guest that will be attending
Email address for correspondence before the party, shall questions arise
Your age and age of attending guest
Location, not necessarily your exact home address for privacy and discretion reasons
A little information about you and your attending guest, should you have one
Face picture
Once we receive all information, you will be placed on our guest list. Please review the attached list of rules and make sure you are comfortable with them ALL. We will send address information of the party, once it gets closer to that time.
We look forward to having your and your guest at our swingin' party!
AMENTITIES
Two private play rooms
Public play areas
Sex swing
Stripper pole
Voyeur Room
Bar tending services
BYOB
Naughty Game Room
Two showers for guests to use
Dance Area
Secured personal containers for personal belongings, if you wish
Limited number of towels, washcloths, condoms, and lube
Large Screen TV with Sexy Visuals
Overnight room rentals available
Smoking permitted on the Back Porch only
Ample parking
Plenty of space to dance, mingle, and get naughty
Secret Mansion House Rules
1. Always ask permission first and please understand that NO MEANS NO.
2. If you find you cannot go after making a reservation, contact us back and cancel.
3. Arrive and leave the party as a couple, unless other arrangements have been made beforehand with the host. It is frowned upon, by most hosts and other swingers at a party, when a partner departs leaving his or her mate or date at the party as a single.
4. Please park directly across the street from the mansion wherever you can find parking off the street. We have a small parking lot across the street that can accommodate up to 20 cars. There is a parking lot down the street from the mansion next to the library. Please be respectful of our neighbors. Street clothes
must be worn at all times outside the mansion.
5. You can bring a robe, negligee or other slip on, if you wish. You may find it more comfortable as the evening continues. Keep money, jewelry and other valuables at a minimum. We will have secured bins available for clothing and personal belongings.
6. Do not be a bedroom "cruiser." Looking into bedrooms, pulling back curtains, turning lights on and going to private swing areas as a stag, to see if you can get involved are major breaches of swinging etiquette. Don't disturb the swinging enjoyment of others. If you are watching, be quiet. No prolonged or loud talking. Never enter another activity unless invited. If you want privacy, go to a private room. If you go to a group room you can expect others to ask to join (the right of refusal always applies). Never join in on an activity unless invited. When a door is closed, please knock and wait for approval before entering.
7. Do not eat, drink or smoke in any bedroom or other party areas. Besides the obvious fire
hazard and the potential mess, these areas are reserved for other activities. This is one of the most violated rules of swinging etiquette and one of those most likely to make you an unwelcome quest.
8. Please BYOB and only drink what you bring. Never bring Illegal substances to our home.
9. Absolutely no piss or poop play.
Party Etiquette
We all want to have fun with the people we meet, the best way to achieve this is by using good manners, and treating everyone you contact or meet with the same respect you want them to show you.
Courtesy Works
Everyone in the swinging scene has their own unique set of reasons for being there, and their own personal baggage in the shape of insecurities. Be polite when meeting them, be friendly and open when talking to them, and if you get to play with someone, thank them after wards.
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