Kinky Business Pt 02

Since we started swinging together, Lyndal and I enjoyed a next-level sex life. We purchased an ever-expanding collection of sex toys, including anal beads, a butt plug and several vibrators. Also, Lyndal discovered sexy lingerie and bought up all she could. We watched a lot of porn together, re-enacted much of it and created our own.

During one November week, the monthly swingers club hosts, Lenny and his wife, Michelle, sent out an unusual invitation. They proposed an intimate party of five, the husband and wife, Lyndal and I, and her bisexual friend Holly. The three females had been in a circular discussion, and I was not privy to any details, but Lyndal dropped several sexy details that left me on tenterhooks.

On the Friday leading up to our next swinging adventure, a parcel arrived for Lyndal. Accepting it from the postman, I noted that the package was soft and large, and while there were no identifying marks, I guessed that it was a new alluring outfit. Lyndal snatched the parcel from my hands and told me to wait until Saturday evening.

When our playday finally arrived, we met the others at a Thai restaurant. Lyndal made herself up to the nines and chose a black dress that showed off her curves and amplified her chest. Choosing black myself, I wore a long-sleeved shirt and slacks but added a waistcoat for much-needed colour.

We arrived at the appointed time with Michelle and Holly looking stunning, and Lenny in a crisp pair of jeans, a sports coat and a Lacoste polo shirt. We ordered multiple items from the menu and shared them around. The chat was convivial and remarkably smut free, considering what would happen later that evening.

Arriving at our host's rural property at 10 PM, the women departed to the master bedroom while Lenny led me to the rumpus room. There was a translucent plastic sheet laid over the carpet. In the centre of the room were two low oblong tables, one white and one orange.

"What would you like to drink?" Asked Lenny walking towards the fridge in the corner.

"A beer would be nice."

"Beers for two."

Handing me my bottle, Lenny sank into the couch next to me, and we clicked glasses.

Lenny was a laid back soul who cruised through life without too many hang-ups. The house was well appointed and sited on an enormous piece of land. There were several high-end sports cars in the driveway as well as SUVs. He claimed to be a hobby farmer, and his wealth showed me that he was a successful one.

"So, what have you got in store?" I asked with heightened expectation.

"You'll see."

As try as I might, Lenny gave away no details and told me to be patient. Three beers patient as it turned out.

At first, Holly and Michelle walked in wearing the most stunning black French lingerie. Holly, who possessed a mad gym-chiselled body, wore mesh stockings attached to a lacey garter with a sheer lace chemise that highlighted her pert breasts. On the other hand, Michelle wore string stockings attached to a strap with a mid-size bodice. They sat on the table facing us and smiled from ear to ear as we fawned over how stunning they looked. Next, our attention was fixed towards the entrance to the rumpus room when Lyndal made her entrance.

Her outfit was breathtaking!

Lyndal wore a shiny red vinyl look off shoulder Bodycon dress with matching gloves that extended to the midpoint of the upper arms. Down below was a shiny black vinyl garter that connected black vinyl stockings. Lyndal looked radiant with her golden hair cascading off her head in newly minted ringlets, and overall, she looked convincing as a BDSM mistress.

"You like?" She asked Larry and me performing a clumsy twirl, but before I could answer, Lenny leapt to his feet and applauded enthusiastically.

"You look fantastic, babe," I gushed, "So fucking sexy!"

"Right, let's get this show started," Said Lenny, smacking his hands together.

He retrieved a bag from his side of the couch. The first item retrieved a massive tube of personal lubricant. Opening it, he scooped out a generous dollop and applied it liberally to Lyndal's vinyl gloves. Next, and with a hammed-up impression of a circus showman, smeared the sticky fluid across Michelle's and Holly's freshly shaven pussies.

"Are we all ready?" Asked Lenny to us all.

"Yes, Lenny," Answered the girls in unison as if they were back in school.

When the giggling died down, Lyndal knelt and began simultaneously fingering Holly and Michelle. The breathing in the room became heavier as the sexual tension rose. Lenny and I sat on the couch's corner sections, either side of Lyndal, and we could see the action clearly.

Patiently, Lyndal started working more fingers inside Holly and Michelle, both of whom were staring intently at Lyndal's motion. With increasing frequency, their heavy breathing was punctuated by a shriek or a moan.

"You like that?" Asked Lyndal.

"Feels so good." Panted the women in return.

Lenny shot me a questioning glance as if to ask if I was enjoying the show, and I pointed to the growing bulge in my pants in reply. I saw that Lenny thought the same. Shortly, we made no secret of our arousal and began squeezing our hardening shafts while watching the girls go at it.

Soon, Lyndal had four fingers inside Holly and Michelle, with the latter suddenly freeing her magnificent breasts and running a delicate finger across her nipples. Their moaning was increasing in intensity and volume as Lyndal stretched their pussies with each additional digit.

It soon became apparent that Lyndal had inserted her thumbs, and so, officially, Holly and Michelle were being fisted. Lyndal's pussy was tight, and I doubted that she could receive my hand inside it. Michelle was the same, and I suspected the same about Holly, although I did not know because I have only previously fucked her in the arse.

Both women emitted pitched shrieks when Lyndal's fists disappeared inside their pussies up to the wrists. Lyndal fucked each pussy with increasing vigour with both hands, which generated waves of pleasure for the receivers.

At this point, Lenny leapt from the couch and began minutely observing the actions, occasionally parting Holly's and Michelle's pussy lips and flicking their clits. As the thrusts became harder, the women rocked their hips, threw their heads back and groaned constantly.

Watching my woman fist her two female lovers was an intoxicating sight, and I noticed that ambient room temperature matched the kinky action before my eyes.

Being the showman he thought he was, Lenny ordered Michelle to straddle Holly and Lyndal reinserted her fist. I could now see Michelle's greasy pucker, which was dark and wrinkled. Despite denying me the pleasure of her backdoor, I knew from Lenny, Lyndal and other club members that Michelle enjoyed the brown arts.

Lenny pressed a finger against his wife's freckle. As her O-ring yielded, Michelle hissed slightly before resuming her groaning at being fisted. After several moments of rough anal fingering, Lenny grabbed Michelle's svelte butt cheeks hard and made his wife rock against Lyndal's fist.

"That's it, slut," He growled, "Take that fist."

Both women were in fits of hysteria, and Holly was violently rubbing her clit. It looked like she was going to come, for the first time or for the umpteenth time, I could not tell. In any case, Lenny was gleefully directing the action with a combination of encouragement -- to fist deeper -- and dirty talk.

"Can I try it without the gloves," Lyndal asked Lenny.

"Sure, go right ahead."

Lyndal turned to me and sought help removing the oily gloves from her arms. It was no easy task as my fingers repeatedly slipped off the vinyl. Between giggles, we managed to extricate them, and as soon as we did, Lyndal's lips attached mine with the fury of a lion making a kill.

When she released me, Lenny had three or maybe four fingers stuffed roughly in her wife's anus. Michelle was grunting deeply at this alien intrusion while Lenny was breathing hard, his brow prickled with sweat.

Grabbing the tub of lubricant, I coated Lyndal's hands, and she returned to the women. This time both hands slipped inside easily, and they both let out a screech of pleasure and pain.

"How does it feel?" I asked Lyndal.

"Yeah, it feels so much better," She replied, smiling at me.

"Those loose cunts are stretched nicely now," Leered Lenny, practically drooling over the ladies, "Now, I want you to fist Michelle's arse."

Lyndal later told me that Lenny's request initially startled her and, for a fleeting moment, was about to refuse but was so turned on to say no. Gently easing her fist from Michelle's pussy, Lyndal tentatively inserted one finger, and realising how relaxed Michelle's O-ring was following her husband's rough treatment, became emboldened. Shortly, Michelle's bung had four fingers jammed inside it, but Lyndal could only get as far as the ridge of knuckles and no further.

With both parties satisfied, Lyndal worked Michelle and Holly, arse and pussy, respectively, while Lenny stimulated their clits. It was almost too much to bear, and I stood up to get a different take on the action, my cock straining in my pants.

Grabbing hold of Lyndal's shoulders, I reached in for a passionate kiss. With Michelle straddling Holly, they made out in between bouts of fisting-induced pleasure darts.

"I'm such a terrible host," Said Lenny in mock surprise, "I haven't offered these lovely ladies a drink."

He stood up, turned around and leant to the girls asking them if they were thirsty, but I was not sure of the exact answer.

"I've got the perfect drink for the perfect night," Lenny unzipped his pants and produced his semi-rigid cock.

A second later, he unleashed a powerful stream of piss which splashed over Holly and Michelle's faces. I left Lyndal and walked over to Lenny to get the best view possible. The women took Lenny's stream without complaint, and while Holly opened her mouth, she did not swallow. I glanced towards Lyndal, who was sweating now, and she had a dreamy look on her face as she watched her friends take Lenny's golden shower.

With his bladder quickly drained, Lenny fed his hardening cock to Holly and fucked her throat with his wife watching on appreciatively. Lenny was not stingy, and when he pulled out of Holly's mouth, he gave his wife a turn. Before long, he was rock hard, as I was, and I was acutely aware that I leaked a considerable amount of precum.

Lenny and I noticed that Lyndal had removed her fists and was wiping her hands. He suggested we get undressed, and as we did so, Lyndal joined us and, raising a dainty leg on the table, she parted her pussy lips and unleashed several powerful spurts of urine over the women's faces.

I was blown away. I wanted to raise the topic of water sports with Lyndal but did not know how to. I wondered if Lenny had mentioned my dilemma to Michelle, who then talked to Lyndal about it? Whatever the reason, Lyndal appeared noticeably confident with water sports as she ceased the flow after maybe four jets.

"Need to save it till later," She gushed at us, taking our hard cock and wanking us gently.

Lyndal dropped to her knees and took turns sucking our hard cocks. Meanwhile, Holly and Michelle towelled themselves and, grabbing bottles of water from the fridge, sat on the couch and recharged.

"Oh, someone's turned on," Teased Lyndal after tonguing my Japs Eye and savouring my precum.

"That was an amazing show!" I gushed.

"It's not over yet," Said Lyndal before taking my length down her warm, inviting throat.

She expertly blew us for several minutes before complaining that her jaw hurt. This was not unusual and invited Holly and Michelle to take over. We lay on the couch while the women alternated between us. After Lyndal, Holly was my favourite cocksucker, not that Michelle lacked ability or enthusiasm. None of the three women did.

With some agreement worked out, Holly stood up and straddled my cock while Lyndal did the same with Larry. I was a little put out by my girlfriend's actions because she did not ask my opinion beforehand. I reminded myself that for swinging to work, there could not be any jealously between partners. Besides, my attention was soon diverted by the heat and tightness of Holly's pussy. This was the first experience of her front hole, and I liked it.

Both girls enthusiastically rode us, and I marvelled at how wet Holly was. With my hands firmly holding her bubble butt cheeks, she never took her eyes off mine, and her gaze was intense.

Lyndal and Holly orgasmed quickly, and they swapped partners. With my girlfriend riding me and her big tits swinging in my face, I was back in familiar territory, and I knew exactly how to bring her off.

When Lyndal recovered, she hopped off me and fanned her flushed post-orgasmic face. Holly yelled out in pleasure as Larry's cock hit her sweet spot. I noticed Michelle leave the rumpus room, and when she returned, she brought with her the teal coloured colon cleanser and a bottle of milk. Lyndal and Holly looked confused, having never encountered this contraption before.

As usual, Larry gave directions and, this time, for Lyndal and Holly to mount the table in the doggy position with their butts facing each other.

Larry filled the tub with cold milk while Michelle lubed up the nozzle. After explaining what was going on, Michelle gently inserted the nozzle inside Lyndal's arsehole and slowly turned the tap.

"Oh!" Lyndal shrieked in surprise, "That's so cold!"

"Won't be for long," Chuckled Larry, holding the tub high in the air.

Lyndal panted, trying to adjust to this new but odd sensation in her anus.

"I can't take anymore!" Lyndal pleaded as Larry looked inside the tub.

"You've probably taken a good litre," He observed.

Michelle removed the nozzle and had to replace it with her thumb to stem the leakage from Lyndal's tortured O-ring.

"You can hold it," Soothed Michelle with practised confidence.

"I'll try," Lyndal said through gritted teeth.

Larry poured some more milk in the tub while Michelle, with deft ability, softly inserted the nozzle inside Holly's pucker.

As the milk flowed, Holly echoed Lyndal's sentiments about the alien feeling of being douched. Once her anus reached capacity, Michelle removed the nozzle and inserted her thumb in Holly's bung.

When Larry set down the colon cleanser, he manoeuvred Lyndal's and Holly's hips so that their arseholes was a little more elevated. He eased his wife's thumbs from the girls' freckles, and immediately milk began dribbling from their holes.

"Okay, and push!" Larry yelled.

At first, nothing happened, and then, with a long groan, an almighty jet of white liquid erupted from Lyndal's pucker, which completely drenched Holly's back and head.

Larry was in his element here and began acting like an orchestral conductor rousing his musicians to a crescendo that brings the house down.

Again, Lyndal let out a pained grunt and expelled an enormous amount of pressurised milk that soaked Holly. For her part, it took an unbearable amount of time for anything to spurt out of Holly's anus, and when it did, it had all the force of a post-hangover piss which did not get close to Lyndal.

After my girlfriend's third and final anal discharge, Lenny manhandled Holly to stand above Lyndal before roughly spreading her cheeks and ordering her to push. Holly did, and a weak jet of milk exited her anus and dribbled down Lyndal's back.

"I think that's it," Holly said apologetically.

"Goodo," Said Larry, directing Holly back to the table in the doggy position.

He grabbed the lubricant and roughly applied it to Lyndal's and Holly's puckers before smearing the residual on his quivering spear and offering me the tube.

"You don't mind if I fuck your girlfriend's arse, do you?" He asked and, without waiting for a response, straddled Lyndal and eased his cock inside.

Lyndal let out a brief cry of pain as Larry quickly was down to the balls. I asked if Holly was okay with me fucking her arse, and she wiggled her cheeks and giggled in reply. Michelle retired to the couch, with spread legs and, watching the action, playing with her pussy.

Mimicking Larry, I straddled Holly, pointed my purple helmet at her milk-stained O-ring and pressed. Surprisingly, she accepted me and without the familiar hiss of pain. Unlike Larry, I gave Holly the time to adjust to the intrusion.

"Tell me when you're ready," I soothed.

"Go slow!"

Taking firm hold of her shapely hips, I gingerly eased my prick in and out of Holly's tight pucker.

"Oh, yeah," She cooed, "That's it, fuck me."

As I did so, I felt her anus relax, and her encouragement forced my pace. Listening to Lyndal, she enjoyed herself, and I did not doubt that Larry would bestow an

ass

gasm on her.

Holly came easily and often from anal penetration and told Lyndal that she usually prefers anal over vaginal. The only other time I had heard such a statement uttered was from porno starlets, and even then, I was sceptical.

"Don't stop!" Holly shrieked when I slowed down my motion following a second anal high.

"Let's double team Michelle," Interjected Larry withdrawing from Lyndal's luscious buttocks after making her

ass

gasm.

I eased my raging pole reluctantly from Holly's dirt hole, and she sat on the table next to Lyndal, where the two prepared to watch us DP Michelle. This was my first DP, and I was understandably nervous, but larger-than-life Larry predictably gave directions.

Sitting on the couch, Michelle straddled me with practised ease, my cock gently sliding deep inside her hot box. Larry spread his legs so that he was low enough to force his cock right up his wife's shitter.

"Fuck!" Michelle hissed, "I'm feeling airtight back there.

She certainly was. It was a pleasant sensation when Larry's cock pressed against mine, only separated by a thin membrane of flesh.

Larry began hammering away immediately, not even giving his wife the courtesy to adjust to the double penetration. After being fisted in each hole, he probably thought she did not need any further preparation.

For me, I found it challenging to develop the rhythm familiar to scud videos and lost all orgasmic momentum built up from Holly's buggering. Slowly though, and with Michelle working her hips and the pressure Larry was exerting with his motion, I was able to manage partial strokes.

From my vantage point, I could not see Lyndal and Holly, but from their sexy sounds, they were enjoying themselves and each other. Michelle's head rested on my shoulder, and both she and Larry were grunting hard. Being squished up together generated a lot of kinetic heat, and I soon began perspiring badly.

The heat, pressure, moans and smells took their toll with my renewed orgasm built fast. I was not sure if I should come inside Michelle and attempted to pull out, but she sensed I was close and whispered in my ear, "Do it."

With her permission, I relaxed and let Larry's and Michelle's action bring me off. And what an orgasm it was!

"Look at his balls spasm!" Exclaimed Lyndal as I frenetically pumped load after load into Michelle's tight snatch.

My body jerked violently, and I let out yells of pleasure as Michelle looked on, impressed. Larry's savage action in his wife's backdoor brought on the brief secondary wave of pleasure.

There the action halted for a moment to grant me release from the couch. I stood up and seated myself on the table next to Holly and Lyndal.

"Was that good, my love?" She asked with a big smile.

"It was, actually," I replied, letting out a long satisfied sigh.

Meanwhile, Larry sat on the couch while Michelle anally cowgirled him and rode her husband hard.

Shortly, I noticed something strange. Larry's cock had a faint brown streak on the underside on each upstroke, which became more pronounced. Was that shit, I asked internally, horrified that it might be? I glanced towards Lyndal and Holly, who watched the action while engaging in a lot of heavy petting.