"You are going to keep your dick in your pants, your hand off of it and you are going to take pictures all night long." She said leaning toward me and whispering in my ear. "And right now, you are going to go home and get the family room ready, make sure the camera has batteries and there is beer in the fridge. And I am going to suck Scott's cock and anybody else I can find here."
My cock was hard. I wasn't sure I liked this, even though it was what I had been pushing for. She was acting as wanton as I had felt most of the time recently. No matter what we did, it was never enough, never nasty enough, never enough risk of getting caught.
But, I did as I was told. I left her there. I left here there knowing she planned on sucking and or fucking Scott. She would fuck anyone else that presented themselves. She seemed serious this time. She seemed as if was truly embracing a slut lifestyle.
So, I stopped at Weaver's liquors on the way home and got some beer and some wine for her. I stopped at Dollar General to get some batteries for the camera. Then I drove home.
The house was pretty clean because me having been alone at home all week, I had kept up with all the cleaning, and she was not typically one to create a mess at night, except on the bed. So, I changed the sheets and pillowcases and did a general straightening of the bedroom.
I expected her home soon, and I was disappointed. It was late, and I had been trying to watch TV to keep my mind off the passage of time. I went to the computer and logged on to our swinger's website. I chatted with some of the guys that had fucked her. I chatted with a few guys who wanted to fuck her.
That started to turn me on. I started private chats and talked to them about what they wanted to do with her. I made tentative plans. Some of them were interesting although nothing we had not done before.
Then, shortly after 1:30 am, I heard the doorknob upstairs. Before I could get up to open it, the door burst open, and as I topped the basement stairs, I saw Heather stumble in with 4 guys. There were the 2 guys from the movies, 1 guy I had never seen and Gene, the bartender.
Gene was holding Heather up on his shoulder with one arm wrapped around her and clutching at her tit on the other side. The guy I didn't know was kissing her neck and the two I did know were helping get her up the stairs since she was so drunk she could not stand on her own.
They shut the door behind themselves, and before I could get out a word, she called me over and kissed me.
"How's my baby?" she said in such a slurred voice it was almost unintelligible. "They are all gonna fuck me while you take pictures. Doesn't that turn you on?"
She dropped to her knees, hard, right there and pulled out Bobby's cock clumsily. She wrapped her hand around the tip and slowly slid her fist down the length of his cock with her mouth sliding down its length right behind her fist. Her hand went to the base of his shaft and held it while she pumped it against the back of her throat.
It was too long to go deep without work. She was good at deepthroating, but required some warm up to stretch her throat large enough to accommodate a cock the size of his. It was long, probably ten inches, with a lot of girth and a slight downward droop. He had not been circumcised.
That shocked me, because Heather had always detested uncircumcised penises, but that was a prejudice that she had apparently overcome. She kept thrusting his cock to the back of her throat while reaching blindly for other cocks around her.
