You could feel the excitement in the air. Maybe it was his promise that we were sure to enjoy this particular party, or his sly hints he dropped about the new toy that he and Natalie had bought, but our small group of swingers gathered in Mario's sumptuous gameroom seemed unusually eager that night. Neither Mario nor his charming wife Natalie, were there to greet us at the door. But the familiar crowd helped themselves, and the party seemed to go on well enough without its host.
We had been there less than an hour, chatting, sitting around, drinking and smoking, when suddenly the lights went off; the crowd shifted in restless anticipation. There were a few whispers, quickly hushed. Somewhere, a woman giggled nervously. Then, dramatically, a single floodlight snapped on revealing the low flat table that had been set up at the far end of the room, just in front of the fireplace. On that table huddled the unmistakable squat shape of a Sybian sex machine.
For those of you that don't know, a Sybian is a small cylinder cut lengthwise; it looks like half of a wastebasket lying on its side. The curved mound is vinyl-covered, smooth, and perfectly symmetrical; a deep generous curve, wide, but not so wide that its girth can't be easily accommodated between the clutching thighs of a kneeling woman.
From the very top of the curve, a soft plastic dildo juts up in obscene invitation, sticking straight up in the air. This one had been already been prepared with a coating of greasy lubricant -- an erect, gleaming shaft, eight inches of cream-colored phallus standing at attention. Although rod was stiffened, yet it remained pliable enough so it could comfortably fit into an impaled female rider, who knelt straddling the mound.
All eyes were instantly drawn to the pleasure machine, so that at first we failed to notice the two shadowy figures that now entered the darkened room through a side door and were making their way across onto the floodlit carpet. Mario, bare-chested and grinning, led a tall slender woman who followed him from a thin chain leash attached to a collar around her neck. She had been blindfolded. And except for the high leather collar that banded her neck and a pair of white pumps on her feet, she was totally naked.
A gasp came up from the crowd as they instantly recognized the blindfolded woman. Being led out in front of the excited crowd, naked, on a leash and moving with her characteristic smooth elegance was none other than Natalie -- Mario's stately wife.
We knew her well, the perfect, always gracious hostess, a beautiful woman who always looked so devastating in one of her slinky gowns, and who favored all their guests with a warm and ready smile. But tonight, the lady who appeared before us was in the nude. We admired those exquisite features, the close-cropped dark hair, and the willowy body and tall tapering legs of a dancer. Small-breasted and with long slim hips, the collared woman carried herself with the confidence and easy sway of a fashion model strolling the runway. We watched fascinated while Mario led his wife to where the humped Sybian machine squatted waiting for her, like a brooding Hippo.
He helped her to step up onto the small table, and stand facing us, her silent audience. The blindfolded nude made a stunning picture standing under the floodlight in nothing but her shoes: her long white body and the dark hair on her head, repeated by a narrow triangle of pubic hair low on her belly. Now Mario stepped up on the platform to stand just behind his naked wife. He placed his hands on her bare shoulders and bent down to nuzzle into her neck , kissed her there, over the collar and up along the neck, till he brought his lips to her ear. At his whispered words, she obligingly shifted her weight, opening her legs, setting her high heels some 18 inches apart. Now as she stood boldly facing us with legs spread, with one foot he nudged the rounded machine into place between her legs making sure the erect dildo was carefully positioned directly under her crotch.
Again Mario spoke quietly to her, and we saw the blindfolded head give a short nod. Her tongue came out to quickly lick her lips; her small breasts rising and falling in tense anticipation, as he stood perfectly still. You could've heard a pin drop in that room. Now the hands on her shoulders tightened and press gently downward gently. A few more words of encouragement were murmured into her ear as, holding herself perfectly erect, the naked girl settled into a half-squat, her furry crotch just inches over the ready prick. As she squatted there, she reached a hand down to her hairy sex. Her fingers slipped between her legs and she fingered her labia, opening herself up. Holding back the splayed lips, she paused. Her knees bent further as she lowered herself, while her helpful husband guided her onto the cream colored dildo.
