True story
Herein lies a completely true account of the swingers' party I attended in college.
Throughout college my girlfriend Michelle and I talked about hooking up with another couple or going to a sex party. The latter option became particularly attainable when Michelle met a guy online who organized swinging parties. We were nervous, though, and passed on several of his events, but finally in the late winter of our senior year we decided to take the plunge.
The party was at a hotel in the first suburb south of St Paul. We cracked up when our directions led us to it because it was the exact same hotel where we’d had a series of threesomes a few years earlier. I guess it was the perfect sex hotel, because each room was a suite with a lounge, kitchen, a bedroom, and a second level with another bedroom. Michelle and I were so nervous we had to duck into a gas station across the parking lot to pee. We crept up to the hotel and spied on the entrance to the suite in question. The only person we saw go in didn’t inspire our confidence: a grizzled, biker-type guy with leather jacket and a bandanna, lugging a case of beer. Michelle was ready to pitch it in but I convinced her that if we’d come this far we might as well go in at least. Very nervously we knocked on the door and were admitted. To our relief the rest of the crowd wasn’t nearly as scuzzy as the first guy. There were at least 10 couples, and more trickled in over the next few hours. Michelle found our online friend, and he led us around and made introductions. As we’d expected, most of them were middle-aged, and predominantly blue-collar. At 23, Michelle and I were the youngest people there by a decade. The next oldest couple was Donna and Dave, 33. They were both slim and quite attractive; Donna had red hair and a light Southern accent. There were 2 other couples in their 30s, and one of the women, a slender brunette in a bright red dress named Niki, was particularly attractive to me. The biker guy turned out to be the co-host, and went by the name Shadow. His girlfriend was much younger than him, a fairly attractive blonde. Nearly everyone was white, but there was a black couple named Glen and Toni (Toni being the woman) who were apparently quite active in the swinging community of the Twin Cities. They were in their early 40s, as was another couple that introduced themselves to us. Tom was a ruddy Anglo with a slablike body, and his wife had tan skin and black hair and didn’t speak much English. I didn’t catch her name, so I couldn’t pinpoint her ethnicity. I found out months later, talking to our host friend online, that her name was Jing and she was originally from China.
There’s nothing so awkward as a room full of strangers who intend to have sex with each other but need to get started. Fortunately an experienced couple had brought a board game that was basically designed to get sex parties underway. It was basically Monopoly meets Truth or Dare. Players moved tokens around the board and landed on spaces that caused them to answer questions about their sex lives, or lose an article of clothing, or perform a designated action (such as kissing) on another player. The first player to land on a clothing-loss space was the woman who’d brought the game, and she’d (deliberately) worn a sun dress with no underwear, so one article of clothing down and she was naked. Michelle and I said we just wanted to watch, but halfway through I joined in to help get us involved. I lost my shirt pretty quickly. However there were so many players things were moving pretty slow, so someone suggested that whenever anyone lost an article of clothing, everyone would. There was widespread agreement, and within a quarter of an hour someone won the game and everyone else had to shed their few remaining clothes.
I back sat on a couch with Michelle, completely naked while she was still fully clothed. I hugged and kissed her but she insisted that she didn’t want to participate at all. Meanwhile Jing had moved onto the right end of the couch. She’d slouched with her head thrown back over the top of the couch and her legs spread wide. Donna’s husband Dave was already kneeling on the floor in front of her administering oral. Since Michelle seemed determined to remain a non-combatant, I asked her ‘Well, do you mind if I join in here?” She gave her assent and left the couch as I turned to the naked figures on my right. I hadn’t found Jing especially attractive, but most of the other women had already grouped off or, like Niki, were engaged in conversation. It was the closest thing going.
I bent over Jing’s large breasts and soon took her left nipple in my mouth. Her hand eagerly moved to my penis, which was already half-erect. I rubbed my hands over her, along her shoulders, across her face. Her hand left my cock and she began fingering my anus, which I liked but thought was a surprisingly forward. I rose to kiss her mouth, although the angle was awkward and she didn’t seem to want to open her lips at all. She was moaning softly, clearly enjoying Dave’s ministrations. I rose higher and she took my cock in her mouth. It felt extremely good. I looked over at Michelle, who was in the kitchen talking to Glen. Her eyes glinted as she looked at me and smiled, signalling that this was okay.
I didn’t want to distract Jing too much from Dave’s pleasuring, so I withdrew my cock from her mouth and returned to servicing her nipples. I wanted to complement Dave’s efforts, and soon enough Jing’s moans grew louder and faster. A minute later she came with what appeared to be great pleasure.
Dave got up and left, his work done, and after a moment I continued to run my hands over Jing’s naked skin. I kissed her more and she began responding more strongly. I reached down to touch her pussy. Her pubic hair was shaved and she was quite wet. I massaged her clit, then reached a finger inside her. I inserted another and then began thrusting with my hand. I curled my fingers up and pressed them against the front wall of her vagina. Remembering her quick interest in anal contact, I withdrew one well-lubricated finger and began returning the favour.
After a short stretch of this I removed my hand and straddled the Asian woman. I caressed both breasts while kissing her on the mouth. I slipped my tongue between her upper lip and her gums, a move Michelle and I had read in Cosmo that reduced us to giggles every time we tried it. Jing, not knowing its provenience, seemed to enjoy it. Things had definitely heated up, so I looked down at her and asked “Should I get a condom?”
She nodded. Unfortunately my condoms were still in my coat, so I promised her I’d be right back and retrieved a handful from the closet. As I slipped one on Jing tried to indicate that it wasn’t really necessary, which meant to me that it was all the more so. Thus protected, I splayed my legs to bring my genitals level with Jing’s. She spread her legs open again and I fed my rock-hard cock into her waiting pussy. Instantly I was inside my second woman. She felt looser than Michelle, but by virtue of this and her widespread legs I plunged incredibly deep into her. I thrust away, both of us moaning now. I looked over at Michelle again. She was a little more guarded this time, but once more I received her unspoken assent.
Jing and I kissed more, and I ran my hands over her but the position eventually became awkward. I began guiding her body to the right, and without withdrawing completely I repositioned her lengthwise on the couch, with me on top of her. Now closer to missionary position, I could feel her whole body pressed underneath me, her large breasts and smooth, warm skin. We continued fucking and kissing, but her head was still scrunched up against the armrest, so I pulled out, grabbed her hips, and yanked her farther down the couch. With barely a second’s interruption I slammed my cock back into her cunt and we were free to fuck in a more comfortable, albeit traditional, position.
I reached my hands under Jing’s back and gripped her shoulders, pulling myself more forcefully into her. It wasn’t long before I reached my climax, and I had a powerful orgasm deep inside this woman I’d met only an hour before, whose name I didn’t know, whose race I wasn’t sure of, and who barely spoke my language. After I withdrew and disposed of the dripping condom in a corner, I thought of querying her about these holes in my knowledge, but I couldn’t think of a way to ask, “So now that we’ve just had sex, what’s your name again?” So we just sat together on the couch.
There were a few people standing in the doorway of the bedroom, watching whatever was going on inside. I got up and took a brief look, seeing Toni and some other people on the bed. Jing moved past me and joined them, and soon she was knelt between Toni’s legs. I drank in the scene, as one of my top goals tonight was to see two women having sex. Jing’s legs were bent under her, exposing her pussy and ass directly to me. I entered the room and sat down behind her. I slid two fingers into her cunt again. Jing probably had no idea who was even touching her. When my fingers were coated with her hot quim, I pulled one out and slipped it carefully into her ass. Then I fucked her with my double manual penetration.
She was in a perfect position for intercourse too, but my condoms were still on the couch in the other room. In the moment it took me to retrieve them, Jing wandered off. Toni was now being orally serviced by one of the men, so I set my remaining condoms on the nightstand and sat by the woman’s head. At 41, Toni didn’t really catch my interest as a partner, but I idly helped out by rubbing her nipples with my fingers. Her breasts were larger and softer than Jing’s, her nipples an even darker brown than the rest of her skin. The main reason I stayed was because Donna had entered the room and was sitting on a chair, watching the activities on the bed. Several men approached her, but she claimed she needed a break. She felt ill from a little too much to drink and from the intensity of the sex apparently going on upstairs. Niki had just left, without ever participating, I think, as had the other youngish couple, leaving Donna the only remaining young and attractive woman at the party (besides Michelle, obviously). Besides, I’d taken a liking to the short, slim 33-year old. She had long, straight red hair that was definitely natural, as her trim pubic hair was the same coppery colour. Her breasts were small and pert, and the tips of her nipples were indented.
Someone else came to service Toni, so I climbed up onto the dresser next to Donna. We talked to each other, I expressing concern for her present fatigue. Michelle, still fully clothed, stopped by and leaned against the dresser next to me. At some point everyone left the bedroom but Donna and I, and we somehow swapped places from dresser and chair. I watched Michelle through the doorway finally capitulating to the spirit of the party and stripping down to her underwear. This was punctuated by stunned outbursts of “It’s a miracle” and such from Glen, Toni’s husband, who had been going on and on about Michelle’s ‘virginal’ appearance. Michelle came back to the bedroom and I pulled her into the chair with me. Donna stood up and I convinced her to reseat herself on my left leg. I wasn’t sure if anything was going to happen with her, but I relished this moment when I at least had my arms around two naked women at the same time.
After a while Michelle left and Donna returned to her perch on the dresser. She said she was feeling better. I began touching her more boldly, stroking her smooth legs, running my fingers through her long hair, and teasing her pubic curls. Then I was leaning forward and taking her right breast in my mouth. I stood, bringing us eye to eye, her legs on either side of me. We kissed. Donna promised we could move to the bed as soon as she visited the bathroom first. She ducked around the corner, and I stretched out on the king-sized bed to wait for her. She returned in moments and stretched out next to me.
Our hands explored each other and we kissed intimately. I used my mouth all over her body, slowly moving toward her erogenous zones instead of driving right toward them like I had with Jing. I kept things relaxed for her, sensual. When I finally achieved her dainty breasts she gasped with pleasure. I reached down and felt her pussy. I lay atop her and ground my chest against her crotch, evoking even more happy moans.
Michelle ducked in and out, with growing interest that I could sense. I asked Donna if she was interested in having her join us. “Is she bi?” she wanted to know, “are you sure?” At this point in our relationship I was certain, despite Michelle’s occasional doubts. At some time around this point her underwear had come off as well, and Michelle finally joined the ranks of the naked partygoers. She returned as I was on my back receiving oral from Donna. The redhead confessed that she was having difficulty with the length of my cock, giving me the perfect opening to suggest that she could use some help from Michelle.
This was the final encouragement my lover needed, and she joined Donna at my crotch. They passed my penis between their mouths, although Donna tended to hog it somewhat. I was now untouchable in terms of sexual inferiority; receiving a blow job from two women is the pinnacle of most males’ fantasies. It was all I could do to repress an orgasm; I wasn’t going to engage in unprotected fluid transmission, and I could hardly enforce that rule if I’d broken it myself.
Donna’s husband Dave joined us and began feeling up Michelle from behind. He then moved around and took her left nipple in his mouth, while Donna hungrily sucked on the right. I leaned over and joined the woman at my girlfriend’s breast, reaching in to kiss her lips, then passing to Michelle’s erect nipple. Donna rose and the two women kissed passionately. That image, Michelle, eyes closed, on the left, and Donna, head tilted away from me, on the right, lips pressed together, is burned into my mind.
We’d attracted a lot of attention, I slowly noticed, for several partygoers were watching intently from the sidelines. It probably helped that we were the four most attractive people there, all going at it with palpable hunger. Our performance continued until a point at which Michelle and I were on the left side of the bed, Donna was stretched out in the middle, and Dave was on the far side. Suddenly one of the spectators, Toni, jumped between Donna’s unguarded legs and briefly licked at her pussy. Then the black woman climbed on top of the white redhead. The interruption wasn’t entirely welcome, but I had always wanted to see two women pressed against each other, making love in missionary position, and I drank in this scene.
Michelle and I wound up kneeling on the floor, facing the bed. Toni rolled off Donna toward us, and then Michelle’s face was buried in the other woman’s large, soft breasts. I was directly behind my lover, so I grabbed a condom off the nightstand next to me and slipped my cock into her waiting pussy. Toni lay sideways on the bed while Michelle licked and sucked her breasts and large brown nipples. Over Toni’s relaxed form I watched Donna, who was lying face down with her legs astride a corner of the bed. Dave rolled on a condom of his own and took his wife from behind. The redheaded swinger writhed and yelped like the pleasure of penetration was too intense to stand. Finally she jumped away, shouting “Damn!” and Dave was so startled he apologised, thinking he’d hurt her.
My knees were hurting on the rough carpet, so I urged Michelle to move to the bed. Before we could reposition ourselves and resume fucking, Toni leaped on top of me. The three of us continued to make out and I watched, helpless, as Dave and Donna left the room. Toni had me remove my condom and proceeded to give me oral. Someone returned the favour to her from behind, which was a dangerous situation, as she tended to clench fingernails and teeth against the pleasure. Ultimately that person moved off, then Michelle, leaving the two of us, and Toni asked the fateful question “Do you have another condom handy?”
I wasn’t terribly keen on being with Toni, but I’m hard pressed now to say why. Her body was soft, but certainly not overweight. Her face was by no means unattractive. Nor was I particularly put off by her age, even though she was 41 and had a grandchild. Thus there was no solid reason not to fuck her, and I didn’t want to be rude. I grabbed another condom off the nightstand and rolled it on. Toni straddled me and then levered her body down onto my cock.
Again her cunt felt looser but deeper than Michelle’s. I ran my hands over her body. Her skin was incredibly soft. Naturally her breasts were especially soft. We kissed, and even her lips and tongue were soft. Toni seemed to derive intense pleasure from the cock buried deep inside her. She sat up, and even leaned back, grinding her hips against me. Her convulsions were almost painful to me, so I pulled her down onto me and then rolled so I was on top.
I pounded away at her cunt. Staring down at her face, I delighted in the reality that I was fucking a black woman. Counting Jing, Michelle, Donna, and now Toni, that was four different racial backgrounds in one night! My thrusting brought Toni to climax, and for the first time a woman had a full vaginal orgasm while I was inside her [actually Michelle later said Jing had definitely come while I fucked her, but somehow I didn’t notice this]. I, however, was having more trouble reaching orgasm, so we kept fucking.
And fucking. And fucking. We fucked for over an hour straight, switching between various positions. Toni was extremely vocal. She moaned and shuddered and complimented me continuously. At one point we were in missionary position, and I had her press her legs together while I slipped my legs to the outside. We both found this extremely pleasurable. Michelle stopped by and watched us humping while we were in this position. Finally Toni and I went back to her straddling me from above. I was about to concede that I just wasn’t going to come when this new thrusting angle began stimulating me just right. I grabbed her hips, communicating just how good that was. I pulled an inch out of her with each thrust, plunging mercilessly back into her dripping vagina. At long last I came, shouting uncontrollably. The same moment brought Toni off and we experienced this last orgasm together.
I was completely spent. I could only lay there limply as she pulled off me. I hadn’t timed our coitus, but it had to have been over an hour of nonstop fucking. Toni thanked me profusely, and I lay against her, recovering. Eventually I removed the condom and staggered into the front room. Several partygoers were leaving, including Donna and Dave. Donna came over to me and we exchanged e-mail addresses. She observed regretfully “I never got to have your cock in me,” but said we ought to be able to meet again. Soon after Michelle and I decided it was time to go, as it was about 3.00 am. Despite her initial reticence, she was quite enthused about the party, and neither of us was jealous in the least. Our first swingers’ party was a huge success, and over the next several days it became clear that it had brought us even closer together. We had a lot to talk about and reminisce over, and it only increased our passion and intimacy. I think unemotional sex with other people demonstrates very effectively how intensely emotional sex with your partner is.
Throughout college my girlfriend Michelle and I talked about hooking up with another couple or going to a sex party. The latter option became particularly attainable when Michelle met a guy online who organized swinging parties. We were nervous, though, and passed on several of his events, but finally in the late winter of our senior year we decided to take the plunge.
The party was at a hotel in the first suburb south of St Paul. We cracked up when our directions led us to it because it was the exact same hotel where we’d had a series of threesomes a few years earlier. I guess it was the perfect sex hotel, because each room was a suite with a lounge, kitchen, a bedroom, and a second level with another bedroom. Michelle and I were so nervous we had to duck into a gas station across the parking lot to pee. We crept up to the hotel and spied on the entrance to the suite in question. The only person we saw go in didn’t inspire our confidence: a grizzled, biker-type guy with leather jacket and a bandanna, lugging a case of beer. Michelle was ready to pitch it in but I convinced her that if we’d come this far we might as well go in at least. Very nervously we knocked on the door and were admitted. To our relief the rest of the crowd wasn’t nearly as scuzzy as the first guy. There were at least 10 couples, and more trickled in over the next few hours. Michelle found our online friend, and he led us around and made introductions. As we’d expected, most of them were middle-aged, and predominantly blue-collar. At 23, Michelle and I were the youngest people there by a decade. The next oldest couple was Donna and Dave, 33. They were both slim and quite attractive; Donna had red hair and a light Southern accent. There were 2 other couples in their 30s, and one of the women, a slender brunette in a bright red dress named Niki, was particularly attractive to me. The biker guy turned out to be the co-host, and went by the name Shadow. His girlfriend was much younger than him, a fairly attractive blonde. Nearly everyone was white, but there was a black couple named Glen and Toni (Toni being the woman) who were apparently quite active in the swinging community of the Twin Cities. They were in their early 40s, as was another couple that introduced themselves to us. Tom was a ruddy Anglo with a slablike body, and his wife had tan skin and black hair and didn’t speak much English. I didn’t catch her name, so I couldn’t pinpoint her ethnicity. I found out months later, talking to our host friend online, that her name was Jing and she was originally from China.
There’s nothing so awkward as a room full of strangers who intend to have sex with each other but need to get started. Fortunately an experienced couple had brought a board game that was basically designed to get sex parties underway. It was basically Monopoly meets Truth or Dare. Players moved tokens around the board and landed on spaces that caused them to answer questions about their sex lives, or lose an article of clothing, or perform a designated action (such as kissing) on another player. The first player to land on a clothing-loss space was the woman who’d brought the game, and she’d (deliberately) worn a sun dress with no underwear, so one article of clothing down and she was naked. Michelle and I said we just wanted to watch, but halfway through I joined in to help get us involved. I lost my shirt pretty quickly. However there were so many players things were moving pretty slow, so someone suggested that whenever anyone lost an article of clothing, everyone would. There was widespread agreement, and within a quarter of an hour someone won the game and everyone else had to shed their few remaining clothes.
I back sat on a couch with Michelle, completely naked while she was still fully clothed. I hugged and kissed her but she insisted that she didn’t want to participate at all. Meanwhile Jing had moved onto the right end of the couch. She’d slouched with her head thrown back over the top of the couch and her legs spread wide. Donna’s husband Dave was already kneeling on the floor in front of her administering oral. Since Michelle seemed determined to remain a non-combatant, I asked her ‘Well, do you mind if I join in here?” She gave her assent and left the couch as I turned to the naked figures on my right. I hadn’t found Jing especially attractive, but most of the other women had already grouped off or, like Niki, were engaged in conversation. It was the closest thing going.
I bent over Jing’s large breasts and soon took her left nipple in my mouth. Her hand eagerly moved to my penis, which was already half-erect. I rubbed my hands over her, along her shoulders, across her face. Her hand left my cock and she began fingering my anus, which I liked but thought was a surprisingly forward. I rose to kiss her mouth, although the angle was awkward and she didn’t seem to want to open her lips at all. She was moaning softly, clearly enjoying Dave’s ministrations. I rose higher and she took my cock in her mouth. It felt extremely good. I looked over at Michelle, who was in the kitchen talking to Glen. Her eyes glinted as she looked at me and smiled, signalling that this was okay.
I didn’t want to distract Jing too much from Dave’s pleasuring, so I withdrew my cock from her mouth and returned to servicing her nipples. I wanted to complement Dave’s efforts, and soon enough Jing’s moans grew louder and faster. A minute later she came with what appeared to be great pleasure.
Dave got up and left, his work done, and after a moment I continued to run my hands over Jing’s naked skin. I kissed her more and she began responding more strongly. I reached down to touch her pussy. Her pubic hair was shaved and she was quite wet. I massaged her clit, then reached a finger inside her. I inserted another and then began thrusting with my hand. I curled my fingers up and pressed them against the front wall of her vagina. Remembering her quick interest in anal contact, I withdrew one well-lubricated finger and began returning the favour.
After a short stretch of this I removed my hand and straddled the Asian woman. I caressed both breasts while kissing her on the mouth. I slipped my tongue between her upper lip and her gums, a move Michelle and I had read in Cosmo that reduced us to giggles every time we tried it. Jing, not knowing its provenience, seemed to enjoy it. Things had definitely heated up, so I looked down at her and asked “Should I get a condom?”
She nodded. Unfortunately my condoms were still in my coat, so I promised her I’d be right back and retrieved a handful from the closet. As I slipped one on Jing tried to indicate that it wasn’t really necessary, which meant to me that it was all the more so. Thus protected, I splayed my legs to bring my genitals level with Jing’s. She spread her legs open again and I fed my rock-hard cock into her waiting pussy. Instantly I was inside my second woman. She felt looser than Michelle, but by virtue of this and her widespread legs I plunged incredibly deep into her. I thrust away, both of us moaning now. I looked over at Michelle again. She was a little more guarded this time, but once more I received her unspoken assent.
Jing and I kissed more, and I ran my hands over her but the position eventually became awkward. I began guiding her body to the right, and without withdrawing completely I repositioned her lengthwise on the couch, with me on top of her. Now closer to missionary position, I could feel her whole body pressed underneath me, her large breasts and smooth, warm skin. We continued fucking and kissing, but her head was still scrunched up against the armrest, so I pulled out, grabbed her hips, and yanked her farther down the couch. With barely a second’s interruption I slammed my cock back into her cunt and we were free to fuck in a more comfortable, albeit traditional, position.
I reached my hands under Jing’s back and gripped her shoulders, pulling myself more forcefully into her. It wasn’t long before I reached my climax, and I had a powerful orgasm deep inside this woman I’d met only an hour before, whose name I didn’t know, whose race I wasn’t sure of, and who barely spoke my language. After I withdrew and disposed of the dripping condom in a corner, I thought of querying her about these holes in my knowledge, but I couldn’t think of a way to ask, “So now that we’ve just had sex, what’s your name again?” So we just sat together on the couch.
There were a few people standing in the doorway of the bedroom, watching whatever was going on inside. I got up and took a brief look, seeing Toni and some other people on the bed. Jing moved past me and joined them, and soon she was knelt between Toni’s legs. I drank in the scene, as one of my top goals tonight was to see two women having sex. Jing’s legs were bent under her, exposing her pussy and ass directly to me. I entered the room and sat down behind her. I slid two fingers into her cunt again. Jing probably had no idea who was even touching her. When my fingers were coated with her hot quim, I pulled one out and slipped it carefully into her ass. Then I fucked her with my double manual penetration.
She was in a perfect position for intercourse too, but my condoms were still on the couch in the other room. In the moment it took me to retrieve them, Jing wandered off. Toni was now being orally serviced by one of the men, so I set my remaining condoms on the nightstand and sat by the woman’s head. At 41, Toni didn’t really catch my interest as a partner, but I idly helped out by rubbing her nipples with my fingers. Her breasts were larger and softer than Jing’s, her nipples an even darker brown than the rest of her skin. The main reason I stayed was because Donna had entered the room and was sitting on a chair, watching the activities on the bed. Several men approached her, but she claimed she needed a break. She felt ill from a little too much to drink and from the intensity of the sex apparently going on upstairs. Niki had just left, without ever participating, I think, as had the other youngish couple, leaving Donna the only remaining young and attractive woman at the party (besides Michelle, obviously). Besides, I’d taken a liking to the short, slim 33-year old. She had long, straight red hair that was definitely natural, as her trim pubic hair was the same coppery colour. Her breasts were small and pert, and the tips of her nipples were indented.
Someone else came to service Toni, so I climbed up onto the dresser next to Donna. We talked to each other, I expressing concern for her present fatigue. Michelle, still fully clothed, stopped by and leaned against the dresser next to me. At some point everyone left the bedroom but Donna and I, and we somehow swapped places from dresser and chair. I watched Michelle through the doorway finally capitulating to the spirit of the party and stripping down to her underwear. This was punctuated by stunned outbursts of “It’s a miracle” and such from Glen, Toni’s husband, who had been going on and on about Michelle’s ‘virginal’ appearance. Michelle came back to the bedroom and I pulled her into the chair with me. Donna stood up and I convinced her to reseat herself on my left leg. I wasn’t sure if anything was going to happen with her, but I relished this moment when I at least had my arms around two naked women at the same time.
After a while Michelle left and Donna returned to her perch on the dresser. She said she was feeling better. I began touching her more boldly, stroking her smooth legs, running my fingers through her long hair, and teasing her pubic curls. Then I was leaning forward and taking her right breast in my mouth. I stood, bringing us eye to eye, her legs on either side of me. We kissed. Donna promised we could move to the bed as soon as she visited the bathroom first. She ducked around the corner, and I stretched out on the king-sized bed to wait for her. She returned in moments and stretched out next to me.
Our hands explored each other and we kissed intimately. I used my mouth all over her body, slowly moving toward her erogenous zones instead of driving right toward them like I had with Jing. I kept things relaxed for her, sensual. When I finally achieved her dainty breasts she gasped with pleasure. I reached down and felt her pussy. I lay atop her and ground my chest against her crotch, evoking even more happy moans.
Michelle ducked in and out, with growing interest that I could sense. I asked Donna if she was interested in having her join us. “Is she bi?” she wanted to know, “are you sure?” At this point in our relationship I was certain, despite Michelle’s occasional doubts. At some time around this point her underwear had come off as well, and Michelle finally joined the ranks of the naked partygoers. She returned as I was on my back receiving oral from Donna. The redhead confessed that she was having difficulty with the length of my cock, giving me the perfect opening to suggest that she could use some help from Michelle.
This was the final encouragement my lover needed, and she joined Donna at my crotch. They passed my penis between their mouths, although Donna tended to hog it somewhat. I was now untouchable in terms of sexual inferiority; receiving a blow job from two women is the pinnacle of most males’ fantasies. It was all I could do to repress an orgasm; I wasn’t going to engage in unprotected fluid transmission, and I could hardly enforce that rule if I’d broken it myself.
Donna’s husband Dave joined us and began feeling up Michelle from behind. He then moved around and took her left nipple in his mouth, while Donna hungrily sucked on the right. I leaned over and joined the woman at my girlfriend’s breast, reaching in to kiss her lips, then passing to Michelle’s erect nipple. Donna rose and the two women kissed passionately. That image, Michelle, eyes closed, on the left, and Donna, head tilted away from me, on the right, lips pressed together, is burned into my mind.
We’d attracted a lot of attention, I slowly noticed, for several partygoers were watching intently from the sidelines. It probably helped that we were the four most attractive people there, all going at it with palpable hunger. Our performance continued until a point at which Michelle and I were on the left side of the bed, Donna was stretched out in the middle, and Dave was on the far side. Suddenly one of the spectators, Toni, jumped between Donna’s unguarded legs and briefly licked at her pussy. Then the black woman climbed on top of the white redhead. The interruption wasn’t entirely welcome, but I had always wanted to see two women pressed against each other, making love in missionary position, and I drank in this scene.
Michelle and I wound up kneeling on the floor, facing the bed. Toni rolled off Donna toward us, and then Michelle’s face was buried in the other woman’s large, soft breasts. I was directly behind my lover, so I grabbed a condom off the nightstand next to me and slipped my cock into her waiting pussy. Toni lay sideways on the bed while Michelle licked and sucked her breasts and large brown nipples. Over Toni’s relaxed form I watched Donna, who was lying face down with her legs astride a corner of the bed. Dave rolled on a condom of his own and took his wife from behind. The redheaded swinger writhed and yelped like the pleasure of penetration was too intense to stand. Finally she jumped away, shouting “Damn!” and Dave was so startled he apologised, thinking he’d hurt her.
My knees were hurting on the rough carpet, so I urged Michelle to move to the bed. Before we could reposition ourselves and resume fucking, Toni leaped on top of me. The three of us continued to make out and I watched, helpless, as Dave and Donna left the room. Toni had me remove my condom and proceeded to give me oral. Someone returned the favour to her from behind, which was a dangerous situation, as she tended to clench fingernails and teeth against the pleasure. Ultimately that person moved off, then Michelle, leaving the two of us, and Toni asked the fateful question “Do you have another condom handy?”
I wasn’t terribly keen on being with Toni, but I’m hard pressed now to say why. Her body was soft, but certainly not overweight. Her face was by no means unattractive. Nor was I particularly put off by her age, even though she was 41 and had a grandchild. Thus there was no solid reason not to fuck her, and I didn’t want to be rude. I grabbed another condom off the nightstand and rolled it on. Toni straddled me and then levered her body down onto my cock.
Again her cunt felt looser but deeper than Michelle’s. I ran my hands over her body. Her skin was incredibly soft. Naturally her breasts were especially soft. We kissed, and even her lips and tongue were soft. Toni seemed to derive intense pleasure from the cock buried deep inside her. She sat up, and even leaned back, grinding her hips against me. Her convulsions were almost painful to me, so I pulled her down onto me and then rolled so I was on top.
I pounded away at her cunt. Staring down at her face, I delighted in the reality that I was fucking a black woman. Counting Jing, Michelle, Donna, and now Toni, that was four different racial backgrounds in one night! My thrusting brought Toni to climax, and for the first time a woman had a full vaginal orgasm while I was inside her [actually Michelle later said Jing had definitely come while I fucked her, but somehow I didn’t notice this]. I, however, was having more trouble reaching orgasm, so we kept fucking.
And fucking. And fucking. We fucked for over an hour straight, switching between various positions. Toni was extremely vocal. She moaned and shuddered and complimented me continuously. At one point we were in missionary position, and I had her press her legs together while I slipped my legs to the outside. We both found this extremely pleasurable. Michelle stopped by and watched us humping while we were in this position. Finally Toni and I went back to her straddling me from above. I was about to concede that I just wasn’t going to come when this new thrusting angle began stimulating me just right. I grabbed her hips, communicating just how good that was. I pulled an inch out of her with each thrust, plunging mercilessly back into her dripping vagina. At long last I came, shouting uncontrollably. The same moment brought Toni off and we experienced this last orgasm together.
I was completely spent. I could only lay there limply as she pulled off me. I hadn’t timed our coitus, but it had to have been over an hour of nonstop fucking. Toni thanked me profusely, and I lay against her, recovering. Eventually I removed the condom and staggered into the front room. Several partygoers were leaving, including Donna and Dave. Donna came over to me and we exchanged e-mail addresses. She observed regretfully “I never got to have your cock in me,” but said we ought to be able to meet again. Soon after Michelle and I decided it was time to go, as it was about 3.00 am. Despite her initial reticence, she was quite enthused about the party, and neither of us was jealous in the least. Our first swingers’ party was a huge success, and over the next several days it became clear that it had brought us even closer together. We had a lot to talk about and reminisce over, and it only increased our passion and intimacy. I think unemotional sex with other people demonstrates very effectively how intensely emotional sex with your partner is.