I really did not want to go to our friend's Friday night party, but my wife Danielle was insistent. It had been a long, hard week and I was ready to stay home and snooze in front of the television.
"Greg, will you please stop whining like a baby? You know that Jerry and Louise throw the nicest parties and they invite the most interesting people. Please finish dressing and let's go."
I reluctantly finished tying my necktie before helping Danielle with the long zipper at the back of her dress. She honestly did look sensational as she finished her hair and put on her large, dangling earrings. Her red dress did look spectacular, especially with her golden necklaces and bracelets. I always liked watching her slide her feet into her black patent leather pumps. I put on my jacket and made sure I had the car keys while Danielle checked her small evening bag.
Stashing our daughter with her grandparents for the weekend meant that we were once again free to be raucous, sexy adults instead of responsible parents. That part of the weekend I was looking forward to. When I first met Danielle, I was struck by her casual but intense sensuality. She enjoyed sex the way most people enjoy a great meal. I felt gifted indeed that I had the skills and stamina to attract and win over such a sexual goddess. As the years passed, I was saddened to see her sparkle buried beneath layers of motherhood, responsibility, and day-to-day drudgery. The more I thought about it, the more I welcomed this chance to get her out from under all that, if only for one weekend. Perhaps my Danielle would once again shine for me.
As soon as we pulled onto our host's street, we could see the house brightly lit. There were so many cars that we had to park down the street and walk to their house, an effort that Danielle did not appreciate in her four-inch heels. We were welcomed at the door and walked around to be introduced to people we did not know and to greet those whom we did. With drinks in hand, Danielle and I drifted from conversation to conversation, eventually splitting up when the conversations became 'man talk' and 'girl talk'. The evening drifted on, with our glasses never being empty. The laughter and the music became louder as some people began to dance.
Eventually I missed Danielle and decided to see if I could find her as I made my way toward the kitchen for another drink that would follow a line of too many drinks. I was surprised when I could not find her. The lights were beginning to be dimmed and people were 'coupling up', not necessarily with their spouses. I went upstairs to use the bathroom, after which I decided to check some of the upstairs rooms to look for Danielle. The first two rooms were empty, but when I opened a third door, I got a shock. Our host's wife sat on the bed topless while her husband and another man enjoyed oral sex from her. When they looked up, he called to me, "Greg! How about it man? You ready for a nice blowjob?"
I smiled and apologized, thanking him for the invitation as I closed the door. At the next room I found a naked woman busily riding a man. She had her back to me and neither of them saw me. Since I knew that it was not Danielle riding the lucky gentleman, I quietly closed the door and went back downstairs.
To my surprise, the lights were now out and clothing was beginning to come off. On the living room couch sat a very happy woman with her panties around her ankles and a man's head under her skirt. Next to her was a woman with her dress hiked up while riding a man with his pants and underwear around his shoes. A single man sat in a chair slowly masturbating as a woman watched. Others were kissing and touching each in various stages of undress.
Feeling like a voyeur, I wandered into the darkened dining room where I saw Danielle wrapped up and kissing another woman. I moved beside them and waited for the kiss to end. When it did, Danielle stammered as if she was embarrassed.
"G-g-g-reg, I wondered where you had gone."
"Hi Danielle, it looks like you've made a friend." I smiled at the woman as she turned to face me. I could see why Danielle found her attractive. She was a lovely woman with eyes that held your attention, even as her long lashes winked at you. Her hair fell in brown flowing waves down to her shoulders She wore a low cut 'V-neck' top with an elaborate blue pattern over a white pencil skirt, white pumps, and stockings that shone even in the darkened room. When she turned toward me our eyes locked and I found myself frozen.
"Claire, this is my husband Greg."
"Hello Greg, I envy you for being married to this luscious creature." She walked toward me. "You must have a really nice cock to keep a woman like this." Before I could react, she pressed her body against mine and kissed me on the lips. I felt her hand rubbing between my legs, then she turned and walked back to Danielle. "I couldn't tell my lovely, does he have a nice cock?"
Danielle smiled and turned to me, "Yes he does actually, and he uses it well." There was that smile, that sexy attitude that had gone missing from Danielle. My excitement was building just seeing Danielle transition back into the sex goddess that I married.
Claire turned to me once more and smiled, "I hope to find out for myself, if that is all right with you my sweet kitten." Then she turned back and kissed Danielle.
For all of our pre-marital adventures, Danielle had hinted that she liked to play with women but she never told me for certain and, unfortunately, I never asked. As I stood there feeling excited but awkward, Claire turned toward me again and smiled before turning back.
"He's so cute, your Greg, can I suck his cock, please...just a little?"
Danielle smiled at me. "Well, all right. Just a little, unless he objects. Greg, do you object to Claire sucking your cock?"
"I don't if you don't."
Claire smiled as she moved toward me again, this time dropping to her knees and opening my belt and zipper. My pants dropped to the floor, quickly followed by my underwear.
"Oh look at this! I can see how he's been keeping you happy love." In an instant her mouth was around me and I began to harder.
Before our daughter was born, Danielle and I had done some 'sexual exploring'. Our hosts were among the first couples with whom we swapped. It took me a while to get into the 'it's just sex' thinking of swingers, but I came to enjoy it also. Of the guests at this party, Danielle and I had probably been with about half of them. It was fun but I was not hurt when Danielle decided we should drop out after our daughter was born. I often reflected back on those times, and we still allowed ourselves to be 'swept into' an encounter with another couple occasionally when the stars aligned.
Danielle walked to me and stood with her arm on my shoulder as Claire continued to suck me. By now I was fully hard and discovering just how skilled Claire actually was. I could not help thinking that she could be the best I had ever known.
"So Greg, how is it?"
"Oh baby, it's good, really good."
"Better than me?"
"Oh no dear, no one is better than you." I knew that I was lying.
"Let me see for myself." Danielle bent down and slid off her panties, laying them on the table. Then she pulled out one of the dining room chairs and put it next to me. She sat down, hiking up her skirt and slumping down. "Claire, do you do girls too, or just boys?"
Instead of answering, Claire simply turned to Danielle and buried her face between her legs. At first contact Danielle's mouth fell into an 'O'. "Oh my yes! Damn Claire that is good...SO good." "You are right Greg, she is really good."
Taking the opportunity, I also brought a dining room chair and sat next to Danielle. For the next twenty minutes Claire alternated between us while we eagerly watched each other being pleased. I took Danielle's hand in mine and held it as Claire continued on us.
Danielle had a nice and quite vocal orgasm. When Claire switched back to me, I was getting close when another couple intruded into the dining room.
"Oh fuck, that looks really hot. Can we get some of that?" They stood there smiling but looking quite drunk. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, shaking it at Claire.
Claire spoke up, "Sorry folks, but I belong to these two tonight."
They staggered back toward the living room. "Fuck you then. Probably wasn't all that good anyway."
