Princess -- Ch. 07
Swinging, success on TV, high speed abduction, pregnant, happy ending
The house was in Sykesville, Maryland. It was new, large and mostly brick, maybe five or six thousand square feet. It sat on about ten acres of land that was half grass and half wild forest. There were multiple levels to the house, and to the walkout decks and patios, that all interconnected both inside and outside the residence.
Marjorie knew the couple who owned the house, and consequently who ran the relatively small swinger's group called Sensations. Their names were Frank and Alice Hunt. They were in their late thirties, had two children who they'd farmed out to friends so they could host the party this time around.
Marge had arranged for all of us to attend, even my brother who flew in from Chicago. So six of us trooped in to join the other guests: Carrie, Marjorie, Emma, Doug, Jerry, and me.
Offsetting the six of us were about twenty other men and women, mostly married couples, but there were some singles who knew the Hunts well. One by one I met each of them as we circulated. Alice did a great job of keeping us moving so we didn't get bogged down in one group and not meet everyone. This was to be a social event in every meaning of the word.
No one made a fuss over Carrie. I worried that her reputation would be sullied in some way by our attendance and participation, but Frank and Marjorie assured me that what happened in the house, would stay in the house. There were strict rules about no photos or videos, and no mention of names or the kind of entertainment that took place. Carrie was more comfortable with that than I was.
We met at six o'clock, for a potluck cookout. The weather was autumnal, with temps in the sixties, but we were all dressed appropriately for the October evening. Each of the girls had brought a dish for us: large salad, Swedish meatballs, and a huge pile of chocolate chip cookies that started to disappear as soon as they were set on the table.
Carrie chose to stay close to me, playing the role of wife beautifully. We met the other couples, and most of the singles. Only one other couple talked about her newly won fame as a super-hero, and we didn't mind how the approached the subject in the least. As darkness prevailed, we migrated inside the beautiful home. The furniture in one room had been pushed aside leaving a large dance area. Some sexy and romantic music was playing, and the lights were dim and inviting of intimacy with our new friends.
Carrie and I danced one of the slow sexy numbers. I asked her, "You happy with what you're seeing? Is this what you want? Do you like the people?"
She grinned at me and nodded. "Yes, this'll be fun ... for you too. There are lots of sexy women here, like the blond in the slinky green dress."
Now I had to smile. I did have designs on the blond, but if Carrie or Marjorie were squeamish about staying or the sex, I could easily have been persuaded to leave.
The song ended, and we broke apart. A man named Dean swept up Carrie in two seconds for the next dance. I went and met the blond -- Sheila Winters. We got into a sexy dance, and this time the dance turned into a bit of a make out session right on the dance floor. I liked how Sheila kissed, and I apparently rang her chimes too. Soon our bodies were grinding together at the hips in mock anticipation of a similar act without clothing.
Sheila and I swapped French kisses. When we were both panting, Sheila pulled me along to the stairway, and we went upstairs to what was principally the bedroom level. She said with a smile, "I like how you kiss, and I know I'm going to like how you fuck."
I noticed that the doors to all the rooms were open. Sheila read my mind. "Sort of an informal house rule that the doors stay open; it's very erotic to hear others fucking, plus it always gives the women a sense of safety. Come in here."
"Do people come and watch?" I still didn't know all the ground rules for the swinger's party.
"Yes. I think we all have an exhibitionist kink inside us. You get used to it, and even perform a little."
"Do others join in?"
"Maybe, if we ask them. That'll be up to you. I like both kinds of threesomes, but for right now, I just want to be with you so we can focus on each other."
We kissed some more as our clothes became a pile on the floor. Sheila was spectacular, and I thought I recognized her from someplace, but I didn't want to use the trite pick-up line, 'Don't I know you from some place?'
Sheila was exceptionally skilled at blowjobs, and I proved my true mettle when I ate out her pussy, and brought her to three back-to-back orgasms in a short time period.
After the Hat Trick, Sheila said, "Put your hand inside me. Fuck me with your hand. I'm flexible and can take it. I like to be fisted."
I worked three fingers in her and then four, forming a cone with them. I tucked my thumb in, and soon could slide my entire hand deep inside her cunt.
Sheila groaned, "Oh, so fucking good -- such a turn on."
I twisted and turned my hand a little, but I was afraid I'd hurt her.
Sheila finally said, "You won't hurt me. Find my G-spot." She pointed, "It's right behind my mons and clit, right about there only inside. Rub that."
I followed her advice, and Sheila soared into orbit, moaning loudly as two more climaxes hit her. My hand, her pussy, the bed, and a good part of us were soaked in her juices that flowed from her like an open spigot.
Sheila reached down and held my hand motionless inside her. She said, "I'm going to show you something only a few men in the world know. It's called an A-spot, and if you stroke that area, I'll cum like a screaming banshee, probably squirt, and rape you when I come down from my orgasm."
"You can't rape the willing," I chortled.
Step-by-step she coaxed me along to her A-spot, an area just in front of her cervix and even deeper inside her. My long tapering fingers were proving to be a huge asset. I got a solid lesson in the interior physiology of a woman, but ended knowing where and how to find the small area.
