"I'm gonna get a drink honey" John leaned down and kissed his wife, Janet who was sitting astride a swarthy man.
Janet's hands were planted firmly on the man's chest and her arms squeezed her ample breasts into a gorgeous cleavage.
"O.K Babe," Janet raised her face to kiss him.
"Mmmmm that looks yummy." He slipped his finger into the cleft between her breasts.
Their kiss deepened and his hand wandered to explore her nipple. She broke away from his lips and threw her head back in pleasure as she ground her hips against her partner's cock. John smiled as he watched his wife pleasuring herself and her partner.
Around the bed other naked people watched the attractive brunette ride her partner to climax with her dark hair flying and her full breasts jiggling.
John still had to pinch himself when he found himself in these situations. For many months he and Janet had passed the idea of swinging between them. They had many nights of hot sex as they whispered their fantasies to each other. The idea of watching his wife with another man made John hard every time he thought of it.
One day, bumming around on the net, John found a swingers website. He and Janet spent a few hours looking at photos and profiles. As they flicked through photos of naked people and read some stories of people's experiences, they found they couldn't keep their hands off each other. This was their wildest dream and now it was almost within their reach.
After joining and spending a couple of hot nights watching couples playing with each other through their webcam and returning the favor, John and Janet found themselves invited to their first party. The night was everything it promised and more. John found ample opportunity to watch his gorgeous curvy wife pleasuring other men with her skilled mouth and hands.
The climax of the night for him was watching a strong young man pumping into Janet as she kneeled on the bed in front of him. To make the whole experience more surreal the man's own partner was kneeling obligingly in front of him offering up her sweet round ass to grip while he plunged his rock hard cock into her hot wet cunt. "What was a guy to do but oblige her?" he thought.
For days afterwards John got a hard-on every time he thought of the slap of the other man's thighs against Janet's round butt. He remembered the feeling of the tight wet pussy that was offered to him at the same time. Whenever Janet was around he couldn't keep his hands off her. They fucked anywhere and everywhere, like teenagers.
Now they found themselves at parties like this about once a month. They had met some fantastic people and both of them had found themselves doing and saying things they never thought were possible.
Talking about what he got up to on the weekend with his mates on Monday mornings also proved interesting. The usual comment John made about his weekends went something like,
"Oh you know, not much, hung around the house, and watched a movie. The usual."
John's friends never missed an opportunity to tease him about his boring life. It was implied more than once that if his social life was so boring his sex life must be non-existent. John took their jibes on the chin knowing they would never believe him if he told them the truth.
As they went along, John and Janet found themselves becoming more and more adventurous with their fantasies and fetishes.
Janet had developed a fascination with cocks. She loved to explore the soft skin first with her fingers and then with her tongue. She had always been good at giving head but now she was off the dial.
John loved it when she brought home a new trick to try out. She had learned to do some things with her tongue that made John feel as if his head would explode. He felt he was the luckiest man alive.
John found himself becoming more and more fascinated with cum. He loved seeing a guy pump a load into Janet's mouth and he loved seeing a pussy that was dripping cum after sex. Whenever he saw a woman bent over with cum around the lips of her pussy he had the strongest urge to walk up to her and lick her out.
To date he hadn't had the guts to live out his fantasy. He was afraid that even his newfound friends might think it was weird. Janet of course understood, but he wasn't sure anyone else would.
So sometimes he found himself standing beside the bed with all the other naked people watching as a woman was filled full of cum and wishing he could taste it as it was being pumped into her.
Every time they went to a party a tiny part of him secretly wished he would have the chance to live out his fantasy.
"One day," he would tell himself, "one day."
Looking around the room, John's attention was grabbed by the round pert butt of a beautiful woman he had been chatting to earlier. He decided to follow the inviting roundness as it strolled out of the room. As they made their way down the short hallway, vague ideas of finding a quiet corner somewhere formed in John's mind.
Once in the corridor he noticed a few people standing in the doorway of the second bedroom. The owner of the butt stopped to chat briefly for a moment with some of the people. As John reached the doorway his attention was grabbed by the action happening in the room in front of him. On the bed, a woman was kneeling with her head resting on her forearms. She was naked except for a very short skirt that rested across the top of her butt cheeks. Even though it hid nothing, the small scrap of fabric made the woman's ass very alluring.
Short skirts were John's other fetish. Once he set eyes on a barely covered butt nothing could hold him back. Janet knew this, and her wardrobe contained several little skirts that she pulled out from time to time when she wanted to give him a treat or if she was just horny and needed a good seeing to.
The butt he had been following moved on towards the kitchen. John was torn. She really was cute, but that skirt and the bare exposed pussy called to him. He glanced back into the room and he noticed a glisten of pussy juice mixed with a small dribble of cum.
He was a goner. No amount of wriggling and winking by the butt's owner could persuade him to leave now. John's cock stood out stiffly in front of him and he inhaled the scent of sex in the room.
Sitting on either side of the woman were two other men, one on either side of the woman, their hands moved in long smooth strokes down her back. Standing behind and slightly to one side of her was another man.
"Baby, fuck me hard." the woman spoke to him. "I want you to fill me up even more."
John realized this man was her husband. He stared, mesmerized as the woman's husband reached out and stroked the lips of her pussy with the tip of his finger. Slowly he pressed his finger inside her dripping cunt. She backed against his hand hungrily.
It dawned on John that the two men sitting beside her had just emptied themselves into her. For a second he wondered how many other men had fucked her.
Without realizing, John had stepped into the room and now he found himself standing on the other side of the woman from her husband. Up close the smell of pussy and cum was even stronger. A shudder went through him. It was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing her and thrusting into her.
Images of pushing his throbbing cock deep into her wet cunt filled his mind. He thought about the feeling of cum welling up around his cock and dripping down his balls as he pumped her. The craving was irresistible. Tentatively he reached out and touched her.
The woman's husband kneeled down directly behind her and started licking her. He pressed his tongue softly over the outer lips of her pussy and slid upwards to press his tongue deep into her cum soaked pussy. John's fingers clenched into a fist at his side; his cock throbbed. Right then he would have done anything to plunge his tongue into deep wet pussy.
The husband looked at John from the corner of his eye as he probed into the sacred pussy. The woman panted frantically, pressing her butt against her husband's face.
