So we were going to go to a swinger's party. For the past twenty five years, I had only had one cock prior to the night with Al and Joanie. Don't get me wrong - I had more than that before I married Richie, but A) we took our vows pretty seriously, and B) we did our best to keep sex interesting. However, it had fallen into something we did occasionally. But after Al and Joanie left, I found myself constantly wet and horny. And I wasn't content to wish and hope Richie would do something about it -- I now not only knew what I wanted, but I wasn't shy about getting it! We spent that week before the party fucking and sucking all over the house!. I also spent a lot of time reading through all that Richie had written and posted on Literotica.
At the same time, I discovered what appeared to be "books" written by women (or at least published under a woman's name) on Kindle -- the Amazon reading platform. And I found myself subscribing to author newsletters and grabbing every freebie they gave away. I was immersing myself in a world of people motivated by sex, and I was constantly wet. When Richie was home I was a raging cock slut, grabbing his dick whenever I felt like it -- and of course he never objected -- and sucking it or jerking him off or demanding that he fuck me silly. There was a lot of power there. Once I got him hard, I could get him to do anything I wanted. Of course, that was mostly just fucking me long and hard through multiple orgasms. Not that he objected of course!
And when he was out of the house, I got naked, put porn up on the big screen and then played with myself. I'm somewhat embarrassed to say I raided the refrigerate and found a cucumber that seemed to be about the same size as Richie's cock, and I wound up using it like his cock. At first, the temperature difference was odd, but then I didn't care as I pressed a vibrator to my clit and fucked myself to a massive orgasm. Was it th size? The shape? The taboo nature of what I was doing? I talked about it with Joanie, who was, by virtue of our night together with our husbands, a confidant and friend.
"A cucumber? That's hot. Personally I favor dildos -- I've got quite the collection, including one that Al was the model for -- but I've also heard that zucchini work. I mean, they have the shape, right?" she said over the phone later that day. We both stared laughing.
"Do you think less of me because I'm such a slut?" I asked.
"Karla, I'm regularly gang banged by four or more guys. In front of their wives. I've eaten out those very same wives at the same time. Girl, I've done some very depraved shit in my life and unless I don't enjoy it, I plan to do it again! Being a slut and being about it is a badge of honor in my eyes! In your husband's too, in case you forgot!"
"Intellectually I know there's nothing wrong -- but it's like I have some voice in my head shaming me or something."
"As Al would say, thank it for sharing! Listen to your body, not your mind!. If your nipples are erect and your pussy is wet, then that's all that matters. All that internal chatter is just your mind trying to prevent you from putting yourself in a situation where you won't look good to someone. Once you deal with that, then life gets easier."
"What do you mean, looking good for someone?"
"What's something you've thought about doing? Did the idea of being gang banged excite you?" she asked..
"Yeah, it did. It does" I answered.
"Now say the first thing that comes to mine when I say 'but I can't because...."
"What would my mother say. Oh. I think I see what you are saying. I want to get in the middle of a group of men and have them use all my holes. I want all those cocks to be hard because they want me. And just about any reason I have for NOT doing that has to do with being worried about what someone will think of me. That's insane!"
"My point exactly! You have to get straight for yourself whose opinion matters! You already know Richie's opinion -- it's that same as Al's. They love the idea! Are you worried about your folks? Your kids? The PTA? Take a good long look over the next few days. The whole notion about people finding out that you have a sex life is just an issue of control! The question to answer is simple -- do you want to be in control or give it up to some nameless concern about 'them'?"
"Damn, girl, you've given this some real thought!" I said.
"Of course I have. Part of that comes from being a white woman married to a man with a Big Black cock. That put me through a whole bunch of changes! Part of what helped me get through it was communication. It was early in our swinging, and I met all these women who were so very secure about their sex lives."
"Is that where you learned to eat pussy?" I asked, attempting to inject some humor.
"As a matter of fact, it is!" Her answer was so matter-of-fact that I was embarrassed to have asked.
"I'm sorry, I was trying to be funny or something" I stammered.
"No problem. Like I said, it was a good guess! More importantly, everyone of my swing friends had given the matter a lot of thought, and we often spent time poking into the mythologies of sex. It's why I can speak of all this, frankly. Meanwhile, let's get back to the good stuff! Did you really want to be the subject of a gang bang at our party? Or did you want to run a train? You want one at a time or do you want a room full?"
"Decisions, decisions! If I tell the truth, I want a room full. Just saying that gets my pussy wet again!"
"Then trust me, I'll make sure it happens. Do we include Richie and Al? And should we film it?"
"Do you have hidden cameras? That way I can surprise Richie with the videos as a present."
"Yes, we do. Leave it to me. And call me if you need anything before then. And I do mean anything. Bye for now." And she hung up.
That left me in the midst of a major mental swirl -- thinking about my thinking, imagining a room full of hard cocks all to myself, and even contemplating asking Joanie over to eat me out. As you can imagine, I had little choice but to spread my legs wide, press the vibrator to my clit and work that big honking cuke into my cunt. I don't recall how many orgasms I had, but I eventually passed out. I woke up some time later. The room smelled of sex and the sheets were soaked. I cleaned up the bedroom and went to fix dinner. When I served Richie the salad, I made sure to tell him where the cucumber had been marinating. Needless to say, it was a good thing I had turned off the heat for the rest of dinner or it would have burned as we fucked on the dining room table for half an hour.
After dinner we went to the living room and put up porn on the Smart TV. When it came time to decide what to watch, I had him pull up the playlist I had been assembling. The one called "reverse harem." We watched as numerous women took on multiple men -- and then we weren't really looking at the screen. Much. I just remember at one point being on my hands and knees, facing the screen, and Richie pumping into me from behind. He was limited to about one word per thrust."
"So" thrust and withdraw..
"You" another thrust and withdraw.
"Want" the same.