This is the first installment of the series that Sara writes. The story line picks up where the previous chapter left off.
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I cannot begin to tell you how much my sex life rocks. Since Jeff and I began swinging, the sex the two of us have had has been absolutely amazing and frequent. Also, the sex with others has only served to reinforce the animal lust we all have bottled up inside of us, but are usually just too afraid to let it out.
If I do not have an orgasm during the course of a day now, something is wrong, and with Missy living with us, and she has the same sexual desire I do, poor Jeff can only try to keep up. Most days, he fucks both of us (poor guy) at least once. On days that I am really feeling randy, my vibrator or Missy helps to get me off more.
That is another thing that has really been a great addition to my sex life; women. While still nothing beats a nice hard cock, the soft feel and tenderness of another woman's skin and touch is something that I have began to crave almost as much.
Once Jeff and I joined the swingers' club and joined an online meeting place for swingers, the sex became even better. With everyone we have met and had sex with over the past year or so, Jeff and I could easily have a different partner in bed every day for a month or two.
We have even been swinging apart from one another, which only serves to make our sex even better as we tell each other of our escapades. I do not think anything makes my pussy wetter than listening to Jeff tell me about some slut he fucked the night before. Of course, when I tell him of someone else's cock that got me off, he gets pretty hard during the recap.
Everything was going great and I did not think it could get any better. That is until I checked our swinging email account one night. My sex life was about to get even better. Of course, I did not recognize that fact at the time.
The email was from some guy named Keith. It read:
"I just saw your pic from your and your husband's ad. Let me explain what the purpose of this email is for. I am hosting a high-stakes poker game for me and five friends at my house. We meet every other month for the game and its the hosts responsibility to organize everything. The last few meetings we have had a young lady serve as hostess and waitress. The girl from last time we played dressed rather skimpily. She flirted and ended up getting a tip to serve the rest of the night without her top. She made around $2500 in tips (remember I said high stakes) for the night. I've contacted you because you look hot in your pic. I know your bio says you're 25, but in your pic you look 20, which will make the guys happy. If you are interested, email me back. The night of the party is next Friday."
After reading the email, I knew immediately I was going to do it. I got Jeff and showed him the email.
"Wow, $2500," he said. "I don't think you're so interested in the money as you are the chance to get fucked by them."
"It doesn't say shit about that," I said, but he was right. My pussy was tingling thinking about showing off in front of six guys and possibly fucking them. "But you know whatever might happen...What do you think about it?"
I turned the chair around to face Jeff and saw that he had dropped his shorts and was stroking his hard cock as he read over the email again.
"Well, it seems someone might be as excited to have his wife get fucked for money as she is," I said as I replaced his hand with mine and began to stroke him.
"Hell, you'd probably do it for free, wouldn't you?"
"Well, yeah, but some money for it...might as well." I moved to take his cock into my mouth. Jeff moved forward and thrust it into my mouth. It was not long before he was sliding his entire 7" into mouth as he fucked it.
"You definitely suck cock like a good whore," he said smiling. "My wife, a world-class whore. A little money and she'll be everyone's fuck toy for the night."
"I seem to have a pretty turned on cock right in front of me," I said as I pulled my mouth away, continuing to stroke him. "I think you love the idea. Your wife, a fucking prostitute. Whoring myself out to the highest bidder."
"As long as we get one thing straight. One rule," he said, leading me to the bed and lying me down onto it. "I get it for free."
With that, he plunged his cock deep into me. We fucked for three hours. I came so many times I could not even begin to tell you how many. Jeff came three times as we talked about the upcoming night. By the time he came the third time, we were so tired, that Jeff just collapsed onto me with his cock still in my ass as we fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning and emailed Keith telling him I was going to do it. He emailed me back and told me to call him next week and he will give me the rest of the details. It was going to be a long eight days until next Friday.
The following Monday, I called Keith to set up the details. After our initial introductions, he commented on my accent. I told I was born in Czechoslovakia, the part that is now the Czech Republic, and we came to the States when I was 12. I think I turned him on with the accent, because he kept mentioning it, so I played along pretending to have some broken English.
We finished the details about Friday. It was a poker game, where each of them puts in $250,000 apiece, and the winner takes all. He told me these guys were all unbelievably wealthy. My job was to make sure they had any drinks, food or anything else they needed. He told me to be at his house around 7:00 to get things ready since they would start showing up around 8:00.
I got off the phone a told Jeff the details. He showed his approval by the bulge in his pants, but I told him to go downstairs and see if Missy would take care of it. I was not going to have sex this week. I wanted to be fired up for Friday.
By the time Friday had arrived, I was hornier than ever. Five days without sex had been my longest streak in about a year. In addition, Jeff had been sleeping downstairs with Missy. I knew they were down there fucking each other's brains out, which only increased my desire. It took all the willpower in the world to keep from grabbing my vibrator out of the nightstand. At work, every male patient that sat in my chair, even the fat, ugly ones, made me want to straddle their laps and fuck them right in the office.
Finally, Friday afternoon arrived and began to get ready for the night. I took a long bath, groomed everything and a massaged in a cherry scented lotion with glitter all over my body.
I chose to wear a light blue tank, which was see-through if the light hit it right. The tank fit me tightly around the waist, but was loose around my chest so that when I bent over, the guys would get a full view of my tits. I chose a short, black mini skirt with a animal stripe print to go over the black lace micro g-string I had put on. I finished the outfit with a pair of black 6 ½" stiletto platforms that laced up my ankles into a pretty little bow.
Turning around, I noticed in the mirror that the shoes forced my ass out a little, which meant when I bent over slightly, the guys would get a good view of the lower half of my ass. Perfect. That last bitch got $2500, I was planning on doubling it.
I kissed Jeff good night and he told me he wished he could fuck me right and that these guys had no idea what was in store for them I just hoped I had not worked the evening up in my mind so much that it would be huge letdown if they turned out to be straight and narrow. Just a couple of old guys that only like to look at young women.
I got into the car and headed over to Keith's house. When I got there, he let me in, told me I looked stunning and showed me around. I noticed that he made every effort to keep from looking at my tits. So I walked very close to him and made sure to make as much bodily contact as I discretely could and I made sure to talk with as much of my Czech accent that I could, to which he seemed to show approval.
Keith was a pretty tall guy in his late forties who lived in a massive house in the most exclusive part of town. He was slightly gray in the hair, but had kept himself in remarkable shape and looked very attractive. He was definitely someone I would not mind having fuck me in the ass later.
He showed me the bar where I would make the drinks and get the snacks the guys would want. He told me that my job was to get whatever they wanted. He warned me that they might get a little rambunctious once they had a little to drink and if I got uncomfortable with the comments and/or verbal harassment all I had to do was say 'stop' and they would back off.
Little did Keith know that I was planning to do everything I could to encourage that type of behavior in these men. To prove my point, I bent over to pick up the napkin that had fallen on the floor and gave Keith a perfect view of my ass and the g-string that barely covered the lips of my pussy. However, when I looked back, I found that Keith was walking out of the room, not paying any attention to the show I gave him.
This was going to be harder than I thought, especially if all the other guys were like this. I began to prepare myself for the challenge when the bell rang and I headed to the door to welcome the first guy to the card game.
All five arrived in short order, and, to my relief, each of them had a hard time keeping their eyes off my chest, which was almost completely visible under my tank. As I showed each of them to the card room, I made sure to touch their arms, shoulders and backs. For a few of them, I was able to brush my hand across their asses gently. I made each of them a drink. As I brought their drinks, they each tipped me between $10-20. Twenty minutes in to the evening I had already made $70.
While the money was going to flow in tonight, I could not help but wonder what each of these guys had under their pants. I hoped to find out. While Keith was definitely the best looking and most fit of the group, the other five were all very fuckable.
Dennis was the only one that might have been considered marginal. He was in his mid-fifties, short and mostly bald with a bad combover and about 50 pounds overweight. To his credit, he was extremely well-groomed and smelled wonderful, and since he was part of this game, he probably had plenty of money in his pocket to get me to spread my legs, regardless of his physical unattractiveness.
The other four were all men that I would have met in the bar and brought home to fuck in front of Jeff. Earl was the oldest of the group, probably in his early 60s with silver hair. In his button down shirt and slacks, he looked like one the most distinguished men. When he found out I was from Prague, he began to refer to me as 'sle?na,' which means 'young lady' in Czech. Little did he know how much of a turn on that was for him to do that, because it made me want to scream and fuck his brains out.
William was probably 46-48, with blondish brown hair without a hint of gray. He was a few inches shorter than Keith, maybe 6'2"-6'3", not as thickly sculpted as Keith, but he definitely spent time in the gym. He was a perfect gentlemen, but he was also the first one to "accidentally" brush his hand across my upper thigh, just below where my skirt ended. Since I had not had sex since last Sunday, every little touch sent shiver up my spine. If I was not fucked here tonight, Jeff had better be ready to get attacked tonight.
Michael and Howard were both in their late 50s, graying and both about 5'10". Michael might have been 10 pounds overweight, while Howard was maybe 15 pounds heavier than his frame could carry without showing. While neither of them had traits that would make a woman melt in their presence, neither had traits that would turn any woman's stomach.
Pretty soon they had paid their money and divided up the chips and the games began. I pretty much stayed out of the room until a game finished and then I would take new drink orders and refill any snack bowls that needed filled. I made sure every time I was around the table, I bent over so that they could see down my shirt and up my skirt. My hands would always linger on shoulders and backs longer than necessary, but after the first several rounds, I had already made close to $500 in tips.
