Introduction
I'm Bob and my wife is Barb. She and I are a WMAF married couple. Barb is a stunning Asian woman with creamy complexion and long, black hair. I'm simply ordinary.
We have belonged to a swinger group for about a year. Our sex life was always good, but we were looking for more than what we had alone. The website we found was a well-known, sex-focused, adult site. We hadn't tried anything like that before, but we expressed in an email to the group that we would be interested in trying.
Almost immediately a reply came back from a guy named Ray. He explained that he started the group and was the de facto organizer for it, arranging parties, and keeping members informed. To be sure we knew what the group was about, he clarified that everyone in the group understood the purpose of it was to provide a forum for no strings attached, consensual, adult sex, mostly through monthly parties and other activities to enjoy our bodies without society's moral stigmas and judgements. The number 1 rule was
No Means No
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Ray continued, saying that he and everyone in the group would understand our uneasiness because every one of them had been in our position, and they would do their best to make us feel comfortable and welcome.
Talking it over with Barb we decided to give it a try. He sent us an invitation to the next group meeting that we went to and thoroughly enjoyed.
After that, Ray became a close friend of ours, especially with Barb, and we went to all the parties we could. We found that in addition to friendly, like-minded people, it could be said of everyone in the group, that each of us was to different degrees salacious, insatiable, lascivious, and libidinous. Just what we were hoping for!
Different sections of the story are narrated by either Bob or Barb so that the one who is better able to describe scenes does so and interleave their stories together
Bob...
Friday, the day before the party Ray sent me a text. He said he wanted to meet us and a couple of other friends in the hotel bar before the party to have some drinks. Saturday was a busy day for the hotel bar. Barb and I got there a little early. We waited a while and when a large booth opened we took it. Ray arrived a few minutes later and sat next to Barb who was in the middle of us. He said he had the room all ready for the party, which was mostly putting out snacks and drinks. And most importantly, he put a video camera strategically positioned to see most of the room.
Another couple, Karen and Pete, joined us and we ordered drinks and appetizers. The conversation was friendly and social, nothing about sex or the party. The discussion turned to work. Ray had a very interesting job in Thailand for the company installing runway lights for the new airport, which might explain his interest in Barb. Karen was a stay-at-home mom with one daughter, Pete was in the navy. I was in IT, Barb a hotel management. Our drinks were almost gone; another round was ordered all around. Halfway through that round I noticed that Barb was unusually quiet. She said she had to go to the lady's room so I gave it no more thought.
Barb...
The new couple, Karen and Pete, were nice. They talked about their daughter and work among other things. My drink was a strawberry margarita. Halfway through the second one I felt a hand on my leg on Ray's side of me. Of course I didn't mind so I gave him a little smile. He took that as a green light and started stroking my thigh under my dress. Getting turned on I rubbed his crotch and felt his cock that was already semi-hard. Excusing myself I thought it was a good time to go to the lady's room.
Returning to the table Ray got up to let me in. Sitting between him and Bob I said, "I feel better now. Where were we?"
Under the table Ray's hand was again on my thigh. But now it was on my inner thigh and moving up. When it reached the top of my legs he let out a surprised, "Oh!" The three others at the table looked at him questionably. His answer to the unasked question was, "something on the TV surprised me."
What Ray just discovered is when I went to the ladies room I took off my panties and I was wet! His fingers went to work immediately rubbing my clit and fingering me. Getting more excited my hand was back on his groin. He was very hard now, his dick ready to break free of its confines, and I was eager to help it. It wasn't easy with only one hand under the table and not be detected by anyone else. But I did it, and as soon as I got his zipper down his cock sprang up. As soon as it was out, I put my leg over his making it easier for him.
Being as inconspicuous as possible while trying not to ignore the conversation around us, I stroked his hardon up and down, he stuck his fingers in and out of me. The problem was I felt I was ready to peak, but I'm loud when the orgasm bursts on me. Ray fingered me faster when he sensed I was close. That did it! To be as quiet as I could, I bit my lip.
Bob...
I suspected what was going on with Barb and Ray. After she came back from the ladies room, it seemed like she wasn't paying attention as Karen, Pete and I were talking. The less she got into the conversation, the more she was squirming around. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw her tense up and bite her lip. Then Ray tipped his head back and shivered slightly.
Barb...
Luckily my orgasm wasn't too big, so I managed to not scream or shout. When it was over I concentrated on Ray's dick which was now big and hard. Stroking it I could tell he was close by the way he was moving and... Letting him cum all over his pants or my hand wasn't an option - there would be no way to cover it up in the close quarters we were in and we would have to walk out past a bunch of people. My solution was my panties that I had taken off in the ladies room. Letting go of Ray for a second, I was able to get them from my bag into my stroking hand and cover his cock with them. A couple more strokes is all it took. I felt his dick spasm, saw him tense up, heard him moan almost imperceptibly, and felt the warm wetness of his semen in the soft material of my silk underwear that he soaked. It was a great way to start the party.
Bob...
Ray said it was time to go up to the room. Although I had a suspicion, I was curious what had gone on. As we were walking up I pulled Barb and Ray aside and asked them. They smiled and he said, "we masturbated each other under the table! It was so hot doing it in a crowded restaurant!"
five of us were In the room, and at least five or six more were expected to arrive. While we were waiting, Karen and I continued chatting from the restaurant. It was all pretty mundane, her kids, my work, things like that. I asked her if she wanted anything to drink; she said a glass of white wine. I made a rum and coke for myself and poured a glass of Riesling for her.
As we were chatting, more guests arrived: one couple Jill and John, two single guys John and Mike, one new single girl Nia, and a couple of others I didn't know. Everyone's eyes turned to Nia as soon as she entered the room. She was a stunning, pulchritudinous, Nubian. Everyone recognized her intelligence and bubbly personality as Ray brought her around the room.
Bob...
Barb and I stood alongside our friends Karen and Pete to chat away from the noisy bar crowd. After a few minutes, Barb and Pete drifted away, leaving Karen and me standing together. I was enchanted by her presence, her blond hair, her hourglass figure that I guessed to be 36-26-35. The tight, red dress she was wearing really emphasized her figure! The way it hugged her curves and showed off her silhouette just exudes confidence and sexiness. Looking around the room I felt lucky knowing that shortly I would be having her. I was filled with excitement for the adventures that lay ahead. In high school I would have thought her to be beyond my reach. But here she was next to me, both of us knowing shortly we would be having great sex. I think I was able to hide my lack of interest in the conversation since I was trying to imagine what she looked like naked. Even though I had seen her at other parties, she was always dressed. The only exception was once as I was passing by a bedroom door, I caught a glimpse of her under a guy, but I couldn't see much of her. My thoughts were about what I and we would be doing shortly: eating pussy, fucking pussy, sucking cock, nibbling on nipples, stroking cock.
Barb...
It was clear that Ray was going above and beyond being the gracious host to ensure that Nia felt included and comfortable. For her part, she was grateful for Ray's thoughtful gesture welcoming her to the group, putting her at ease, filling her with a sense of excitement for all the possibilities that lay ahead.
As more people interacted, the vibe in the room started to shift, with animated conversations, and shared stories. The dialogues tended to focus more on sex. The group was getting in the mood. The air was electric with the promise of an unforgettable evening ahead, full of new experiences, and great sex.
Everyone finally arrived and Ray was anxious to start the debauchery. He leaned into Nia who was at his side from the moment she arrived, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, sending a rush of excitement through her body. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and kissed him passionately. As their embrace deepened the world around them faded into oblivion as they lost themselves in each other. It was an explosion of desire. With an electrifying surge of passion, their hands eagerly explored every inch of each other's bodies, igniting a fiery desire that consumed them both. Fingers tangled in hair, lips met with feverish urgency, and bodies pressed together in a frenzy of lust.
Ray led Nia over to the armchair, sat her down, and got into his favorite position - kneeling on the floor in front of it. He raised both of his hands under her short skirt and slid her silk G-string off. With deftness honed from experience, he put his cunnilingus skills to work with a level of excitement and anticipation that was palpable. He was eager to make her feel sensations she had never experienced before. Each flick of his tongue, every gentle touch, and the way he moved with purpose showed just how practiced he truly was. I knew from first-hand experience with him how good he was, which is why I call him the "Cunnilingus Connoisseur".
