Five years later.
"M-m-m," Carol moaned softy as I pressed my rigid cock deep into her hot pussy still filled with the load of cum I had deposited in her only a half hour or so before. There is no sensation like fucking a woman through a load of cum, regardless of whether it's your own or that of another man. Carol knew that too, having often commented on how wonderfully slippery it feels to have several inches of hard dick moving in and out of that warm haven of bliss without any of the problems of too much friction. Of course friction wasn't much of a problem, since Carol's cunt had been loosened by three of our male friends already this morning.
Mel, our postman, was just finishing his salacious exploration of my wife's equally delightful box, slowly fucking her after having screwed her so hard when he first slid his cock into her earlier today. Now it was time to just relax and enjoy the intimacy we shared with our friends. He was several orgasms behind Ting who, while Carol had been busy entertaining some of our neighbors, took care of the others. But, as soon as his rounds had been completed, he had hurried over and was trying to catch up. It was pretty obvious from the slower pace of our rutting that this was going to be one of the all night affairs that had become so common since we had started in this lifestyle. That wasn't so terrible, because we knew that nothing other than more of the same was scheduled for the rest of the weekend.
It was quite easy for each of us to catch glimpses of our mates when we made the occasional position change. Most important of all, and to the admiration of others that joined us at one time or another in this, our version of a sybaritic playpen, it was done in complete comfort. Six inches of firm foam rubber covered the floor from one side to the other and extended ten feet from the wall to the end in deference to the need to have
some
room for what others considered essential in what had started as a bedroom. We hadn't realized as we had remodeled the room to its current thirty by thirty-foot dimensions that it would work out just the way we would eventually want. With a walk in shower large enough for six, a commodious closet with drawers to hold whatever we might not want at the moment, it had truly become our playpen. Three hundred square feet of what could be used as a bed, but more commonly was occupied by bodies enjoying each other as we were now, was the perfect place to entertain like-minded friends. We had other, more conventional bedrooms, three of them in fact, but this room was used more frequently by those of us who shared our lifestyle. We had learned over the years that it was even more fun to share a view of each other's activities.
Carol and I were intertwined in one of my favorite positions. With both of us lying on our backs, I pulled my partner's right leg over my hip and captured her left leg between my own. This allowed both of us the freedom to kiss and fondle each other without either being uncomfortable because of the weight difference. It also made deep penetration possible.
"Do you remember the first time you fucked me?" Carol asked.
"Certainly," I answered with a smile. "How could I forget? And do you remember how scared you were?"
She laughed and nodded. "I couldn't believe how easily you got me into bed. I know I wasn't drunk, but just the sight of Mel kissing Ting had made me horny. I would have killed him if you hadn't told me it was okay with you. When you explained the idea of an open marriage, I thought you were nuts. But you made it sound very convincing, and I began to realize just how much Mel and I had let sex dwindle to the point it was just something we did once or twice a month and then without any real passion."
"That's the same thing that most people tell us when we begin talking openly about swinging," I told her. "What we have found even more interesting is how many of the husbands admit to us that they would love to see their wife having sex with someone else. Or, from the ladies' viewpoint, how they have wondered what it would feel like to have a man, other than their husband, make love to them. Most married women, after several years of marriage, are literally starved for affection. And I don't mean the kisses we share with each other when we go to work or out on an errand, but real honest to goodness hugging, passionate kisses and everything that makes lovemaking so exciting."
Carol shivered, although not from the cool air. It was a reaction Ting and I had seen and discussed many times as we realized what an untapped source of good sex was being missed by married couples who were reluctant to admit their own fantasies.
Mel had been fucking Ting almost daily for a couple of weeks before he had enticed his wife to meet with us. He had told us before hand that he would love to have me screw her, but he "knew" she would never go for something like that and would kill him if she found out about his liaisons with my wife. We suggested that he tell her we were having a party with a few friends and wanted to invite them as well. It was to be an informal event, just grilling burgers and franks on the grill, and swimming as well if anyone was interested.
I think it surprised Mel that his wife agreed to come. He had told us that she wasn't much of a mixer, but that she agreed it sounded like fun and had told him to get the details. Once that was set, all we had to do was talk to some of our neighbors, letting them know that this couple were "newbies" and that we shouldn't try to shock them to death immediately, but just be aware of their reaction and play it by ear. By this time everyone knew exactly what could happen in such circumstances and agreed to let the situation dictate what they would do.
"When I saw you kissing Candy and all the other ladies at the party, I was wondering what was going on, but I just assumed that all of you were good friends and that you didn't mind the guys kissing your wife either. Then, as some of the guys got a little heavy on the drinks they were mixing for all of us, it got even more interesting."
I laughed, remembering how Park had gotten totally blitzed and pulled Candy's top off while they were in the pool with a half dozen of the others. No one made a big issue of it, of course and several other ladies, seeing Candy topless, decided it was time for them to shed theirs also. Carol had been mortified, apparently, whispering animatedly to Mel. I could tell that she was telling him that they should leave, but Mel had only laughed. Feigning the effect of many more drinks than he had downed, instead he yanked on the knot holding Carol's top together and threw it into the pool. Carol had shrieked in horror and immediately dived into the pool to retrieve her modesty. That wasn't going to happen in that bunch of our neighbors though.