Vic and Judith

"This guy and his wife likes to have "key parts," Emily said. "The boys throw their keys in a pile and the women take a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys."

"What? They don't do that, do they?" I asked him. I was intrigued, stimulated, actually. I've read, and I've dreamed about these things, but I've never believed they were true. I thought people were telling stories; thinking willingly, I'd say. Now my wife, just 28, was making me meet one of these "key" people. Apparently, when I had talked about these things with Emily, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I imagine that she herself was excited by thoughts, especially, knowing that she could give her approval to fuck other men.

They're called 'swingers' Emily said. I've never heard the term used like that. A swinger, I thought, was someone "hyp," like an art lover, a marijuana smoker, a musician. The term seemed strange to me.

The moment is here. There's a guy in my living room, saying "Let me show you a picture of my wife." As he pulls it out of his pocket, I hope it's from a naked woman. Look, it's not. It is an ordinary photo of a demureated and respectable blonde woman in a modest dress. I'm slightly disappointed. What did you expect? I am not disappointed in his appearance; in fact, he looks nice and innocent. But I guess the people who did these things, if they really existed, "swingers" would be an exhibitionist group and I don't mind posing for the camera. After all, I've taken naked pictures of Emily. No. The appearance of Vic's wife does not disappoint me; she was a woman who would give me head to look if I saw her on the street; she was pretty and her shape, visible in an A-line dress, was nice. Vic said his wife, Judith, is 30, just like me. I thought she'd look like a bitch.

We talked a little about who we are. Vic is a seller; he speaks like this, as of jaunty, with an aggressive force and slightly nervous.

"You'd like to go to a swinging party," he asks. He tries to prepare us by telling us that sometimes you know weird people in these things, but I don't pay much attention. As far as I'm concerned, swingers are weird, but that's fine with me because I imagine myself with his blonde wife.

We met Vic and Judith at his house. Emily gets in her car with Vic; Judith gets into mine and we all go out to the swinging party downtown. Appropriately, I think, we ride with each other's spouses. After all, that's what swingers do! I feel progressively modern, very modern, so the term seems to be appropriate. Judith is also very nice. She's also very pretty, better than the rigid picture Vic showed us. It has soft blond hair, well haired, blue eyes and pale white skin. A genuine blonde. It's about 5'4, 110.

We're left in an apartment by a guy Vic knows. There are already three couples sitting at a table dinner. The guy invites us to join them, but the four of us decline to see that we have arrived a little early. We help each other drink in the small buffet bar. I sit on the couch with Judith, and Emily sits in the love seat with Vic. Soon, dinner ends and several more people appear.

The living room is very dark and I do not immediately notice that the traffic is entering and leaving the back room. I guess people go to the bathroom, or just find a private place to talk. I am not aware that any swinging is happening until a beautiful brunette, sitting on the couch next to me, talks to me, saying "Some of the women come back there and just stay there." I'm scared of their words.

I'm looking for Judith. He'd disappeared in the back room and gone long enough. I hadn't paid notice until now that she's not back. I feel a little abandoned. I thought, somehow, Judith was with me. I turn my head and look at the woman sitting next to me.

"You know Gil?" he asks me. I shake my head. "He's the guy who has these parties. He mentions the name; I have heard of it. While he talks, a naked man comes out of the back room. "There he is," my chat partner exclaims. He's the first naked person I've seen tonight.

I realize it's time I took my clothes off. There's a fat man who's stripped his shorts only. So, taking the signal from him, I do the same. His wife, a chubby blonde, who before, at the dinner table, I remember, referred to someone they spoke of as "a prude", is in the middle of the living room, dancing by himself, using a negligee of a non-prudish type that collapses in the middle of his thighs. Her legs are pretty and fat. She keeps looking at me, smiling at me, and I think she might want me to dance with her, or more. I'm excited, but I'm still nervous about all this swing. When Judith gets out of the back room, I feel a kind of loyalty to her and I put the chubby blonde out of my mind. I'm glad to see Judith.

Judith wears a kind of Frederick's slip, which shows a lot but yet is more modest than the totally naked guy. I appreciate your discretion. One of the women who was having dinner before we arrived is stretched on the floor completely naked. I'm slightly shocked to see her like that. He seemed so respectable and now he's on display for everyone to see him. I've never seen an American woman completely naked in front of a group of people. I've been in a lot of shit situations alone, and with Emily, but I've always been involved, or we, alone, and only once with another woman.

Vic is approaching Emily and extending her hand. He takes it and lets you take it to the back room. As she goes, following a step behind Vic, she looks at me like I'm reluctant, maybe checking my reaction. He's not sure, I guess. I give her a wave, and I call "Have fun," to cheer her up. When you see that I am not objecting to what you are about to do, she also disappears in the back where people, I guess, are doing it.

I want my wife to have fun because I want to have fun with Judith. That's what swingers do, right? Judith sits next to me, and I'm crushed between two sexy women on the couch, their naked thighs pressing against mine. I feel my penis hardening; I'm dripping. I'm glad I left my shorts.

After a moment, the other woman, perhaps thinking that I've booked Judith, apologizes and goes to the corner of the room and talks to another guy.

After a few minutes, Judith is standing; she takes my hand, saying, "Come on, let's get you into the party!" She takes me, voluntarily, to the back room. I go into the room behind her, waiting to see Emily there with Vic, but we're the only ones in the room. Apparently, there's more than one bed room.

Out of the sight of others, my courage returns; I tear down my shorts and get out of them. I approach Judith; I put my hands on the straps of her slip on her shoulders. He falls to the ground and Judith is totally exposed to me. It is thin, very white and soft to the touch. His tits hang, they really drool, a little stretched, but kindly, I think. She's the first woman I've been with, except Honey Bee, with boobs that hang very low like that. I come and I will raise them in my hands, bringing their nipples to my lips. I realize that I can actually kiss your nipples at the same time because your tits are so long and stretched. She sees what I'm doing.

"I can kiss them too," says Judith, and raises one of her breasts to her mouth and sucks her own nipple. I'm impressed with your sweetness. I try to push her back to bed to fuck her; instead, she sits on the edge of the bed, refusing to fall on her back. "No, not now!" he says. "Not yet!" For a moment, I am scared, fearing rejection, a constant problem all my life, the fear of being denied. But before I get the chance to roll in alarm, he gets on his knees in front of me. "I want to suck you first." She takes my dick in her mouth.

Judith sucks me with enthusiasm, with great experience. I haven't had my dick in the mouth of many American women, and I'm very happy with her. Except for Emily, the other American women who have sucked me haven't done it for a long time. Neither have they been from the honey bee, or Emily, high quality sucking level. My wife is very good sucking, I know. And, Honey Bee, the famous Japanese prostitute of my youth, a woman I once calculated had sucked more than 20,000 dicks, has always been the caliber I used to judge the quality of the blows. Judith is in that esteemed kind of cock sucking. Adding my feelings is my knowledge that she's already been here, perhaps with more than one guy, and I probably had sucked her dicks, too. Judy's thought sucking several dicks makes me smell. I grab my head and cradle gently while sucking my stiff dick dripping. I'm holding him steady and I put him in his face. I love the idea that another man's wife is sucking my dick as she likes it! And I love the idea that this woman's husband is close. What does Vic think about Judith sucking other men's dicks? For a moment, a vision of Emily with Vic crosses my mind. I could be doing the same with him as me with his wife.

After five minutes of Judith's blowjob, we go to 69 in bed, lying on our sides, hanging on each other's hips, our heads jumping in passionate appreciation of the other's genitals. Her pussy is delicious; her genuine blonde pubic hair is soft silky; I thoroughly lick her pussy, her lips, her guts, her thighs, enjoying me immensely. I also let my tongue run on her ass; that seems to light her even more, and she reciprocates, licking my balls, running her tongue under them, and pushing her tongue weeping in my ass. We lick each other's brown holes this way for several minutes. Finally, incapable of supporting much more, I go up to her. She hooks her ankles on my shoulders; the hard foil' our stomachs make great noises of slaps ringing when our mutual thrusts are found. Judith is very agile. I've never fucked a woman who can twist her body like she's doing, swinging with her heels on my shoulders while her hips pump on my dick.

I shoot my wand, a big one, in it; I look at her face as I come; that's what I look at to do; I always do that with Emily, too, when I download it. Judith mueca; she does not smile on her face; she constrains, she yells at her teeth, her eye becomes furious, her eyes are tight. I fall on it. After a moment, she tells me, in silence, "I can't breathe." I'm leaving.

Judith takes a towel that has been thought of in bed and cleanses my dick. With the same towel, it is also cleaned. He smiles at me; then he jumps and disappears again in the living room. I'm still behind her, like a meek and grateful puppy dog, following her teacher. As long as I walk in the living room, Judith goes with another guy who hadn't been there before. I just dropped my burden on her pussy; I feel slightly rejected, I'm just an orgasm tool for her.

More people are coming. There's a fat dark guy who still wears his clothes, talking to a naked Vic. The fat man has a woman with him. Vic seems a little agitated about the guy's presence.

"All right?" I ask Vic, when he leaves the guy sitting on the couch and comes and is next to me.

"That guy showed up," says Vic. "The asshole said he was gonna call before he came to the party. He's here now. I know why he did it. I knew I could say no. You know what the idiot did? He got our babysitter's address and just arrived without an invitation. I told her I had to have a woman to get into the party. So he went to a bar and took one. He said he wanted to come, but it's not a swinger! The guy's an idiot, I'm sorry to say I work with him."

I look at the woman. She doesn't look bad; she's 45, 5'8, 135, and she goes around looking at everyone, most of whom were naked, exclaiming "My, my, is not a good party," and things like that. I think he's drunk.

After a few minutes Vic gets cold and apparently decides to do the best of her. Come in to your friend's girlfriend and ask him to dance. As they dance, Vic totally naked and dressed, Vic begins to take his clothes off. The woman forces to make exaggerated dance movements that allow her to remove her clothes while they dance. It's fun to see them. First, your blouse comes out. Then her skirt, which is fired. Then it slips, leaving it in bra and panties. Vic sticks her hips and she tugs, like a burlesque queen.

Vic lets her go to the bathroom. As soon as she disappears, her place is taken by the fat husband of the chubby blonde who moves in the woman. The woman in the van, now naked except for bra and panties, certainly dances with him. Her own behavior has made her hot and she's rubbing her crotch on the fat dick. Undo your bra, and then keep pulling your panties. They fall into each other's arms, their boobs pressing on their fat chest, and they continue to dance, pussy to dick. His lips are found and you can almost see his tongues working on the other's mouth. They are still on it, hot and heavy, when Vic returns and sees that the woman he has prepared now is generously donating his excited charms to another man. .

Vic gets angry. "Hey Fatty," he calls the guy. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" The chubby blonde's husband says something about "looking who he's talking to" because Vic's not too thin either. Although the fat one looks a little scared and reluctant, he and Vic sat with each other, almost moving in one circle, reluctantly hit each other. The host leaves the back room, apparently being disturbed by another goer. I hear him murmuring deeply, "Jesus Christ," and "I've invited a lot of teenagers." Get in front of Vic. "I think you should leave," he says. Since Vic wasn't a dinner guest, I guess he has to go instead of the fat one. While Vic gets Judith back from the back room, Emily and I got dressed. Sorry to go, but since we got to the party with them, the four of us got out of the door.

And that's the end of our first party. But our night is not over. We'll follow Vic and Judith home. As soon as we get there, we get out of here and the four of us sit on their couch. On the right end of the couch, Judith plays with my dick; on the left end, I watch my wife and Vic. Emily is sitting on her left; her head is on her lap. He's sucking his dick! It's the only time I've seen her with another man. He's sucking his big dick slowly and with a quiet taste. My wife sucks well, I know. Vic leans back against the armrest, his right arm spread over the back of the couch, his head bent, looking down my wife's head, serving his fat dick, looking at his lips slipping on his cock head lumped, making him disappear, then seeing his take half his length in his mouth.

Judith keeps masturbating. While he does, I play with his hanging breasts. He looks at me to measure my reaction to his body. "I'm ashamed," he says.

"I like them," I say.

"Yes?"

"Yes, I do. They are so manipulable!"

"Do you want to go into the bedroom?" She asks.

"Yes," I reply, thankful for your suggestion, because I am a little embarrassed to be in the same room with my wife while sucking another guy. It excites me, but I feel ashamed seeing my wife with another man's dick in her mouth. I feel guilty.

In the bedroom, Judith is at the end of the bed. She looks at me, a smile on her face. Now that I'm alone with Judith, with her looking at me, ready to have sex with me, I don't feel guilty. But I'm a little nervous. "What are you doing?" I asked him, like he was in a fucking house.

She answers, "Oh, almost anything."

"Have you ever taken it in the ass?"

"Yes," he replied, a bit hesitant, I think.

"How it felt," I ask.

"It felt good. But then I felt like I had to shit continuously. But in general, I enjoyed it. But I would rather do something else!"

I don't want to fuck her in the ass, so I ruined my courage and overwhelmed my conscience and say what I feel. "I really liked being sucked."

It falls on me. In the dark room, in front of the downstream light of the hall, I look at his blonde silhouette head gives me a first-class head blow. I feel that your mouth of a bitch shakes with enthusiasm in my nose; I hear your wonderful sounds, your slugs petting my ears, your velvet lips wet gently munching in my brilliant crab. Against the background light shed through the open door I see her spit and my cum shining in her hands.

I get very big; it matches my courage. "I want to get you doggie style." I'm trying to get my favorite sex action with this fantastic innocent bitch wife.

Judith moves on the bed; she goes to her knees; her elbows and forearms are in bed, her face on the pillow. I take my final assault position, kneeling behind her. I grab your wonderful white balloons with my hands. I enter my dick in his well-filled pussy; I coat the terrain of his ass in the form of a heart, then his small waist, and up on his back to his shoulder blades, and finally to the ridges of his little white shoulders. I begin the final campaign; I grab it by its hips; I pushed back and forth; like heavy artillery, my hips hit their beautiful white ass.

Exploit; he is an unstoppable chisher; he overflows his receptacle pussy. In total surrender, she falls on her stomach. I fell on top of her, taking her to bed, reviving my last shots inside her, taking her to a stop of shuddering. It's a long time. I left her behind. In unconditional surrender, she slips down on my soft dick and plunges the juices of my dick. It snuggles into my hips; my victorious spent dick wilts and drips his last piece of cum in his mouth. Our breathing fills the room.

Let's go back to the living room. I hope to find my wife and Vic still on it, but they're absent. Judith and I sat down and looked at the naked bodies. I heard Emily's voice, an orgasmic song in the hallway, "Ooh! Ooh!

"She really gets into it," says Judith, hearing Emily's veil. Me too, I'm impressed with my wife's desire. I've experienced many firsts tonight, and hearing my wife being pulled out by another man really excites me. I am determined that I will take advantage of your hot pussy and experience this lustful fun again, and again, and again!

The back room sounds. My naked wife returns with Vic; they're holding hands. She just fucked my wife, I think. Thought makes my dick turn.

"How was my wife?" Vic asks. Your question embarrass me, asking me if I should say something like "Your wife is a real dick-sucking whore," but I'm getting wet to express my emotions.

"I really enjoyed it," I say fuck.

Emily and I dress up and say good night to our naked hosts.

"Wait, I'll go home," says Vic. "You're gonna fuck yourself like you never fucked before." I wonder what you mean.

We go back to our house. I heard what Vic meant to us. Emily and I fucked till dawn. My wife sucks my dick like I never sucked it before. She takes me to the end and sucks my dick until she's just a little sausage from Vienna. Swinging has made us better motherfuckers. We found our call.