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.
Within seconds she had been caught in Art's embrace and had more strong hands yanking the bottom of her suit from her body, leaving her totally naked. Too embarrassed to reveal her nakedness, she had stayed in Art's embrace, begging him to retrieve her top and now her bottoms. I think Art might have considered it, but the feeling of Carol's firm 38C's against his chest was just too inviting. Instead, he had kissed her and passed her over to Park. Park had not only kissed her but began exploring the warmth of her thighs with his oversized cock. With the difference in height and Park's insistent maneuvering, Carol found herself perched on his cock, with his mouth suctioning one of her now swollen nipples. Whether it was the feeling of his dick slowly going deeper into her, or the excitement he had created by sucking on one tit while fondling the other, Carol began to melt.
Mel had stood at the edge of the pool, grinning like a man insane, as he watched his wife's pussy being plundered by one of the largest cocks in the pool. Park knew instinctively though that the warm water would wash away the lubrication necessary to make his success complete and began moving her toward the edge of the pool. Carol had been surprised when the slight oriental man had lifted her up onto the lip with little effort. What she later admitted that she felt though had been the loss of that warm, thick cock filling several inches of her cunt and how disappointed she had been to lose it. She needn't have worried. Her husband was at the side of the pool with her and she had expected him to help her stand. Instead, she found her head being pushed into his crotch as Park, still in the pool, draped her legs over his shoulders and began lapping at her pussy.
I had been the only one I know of who had been told by Mel that his wife was most vulnerable to oral sex, and now she was getting it, according to my wife, by a master of the art. It proved too much for Carol. All her puritanical concerns were gone by the time Mel pulled the crotch of his swimsuit aside and fed his own cock into her mouth as Park buried his face deeper into Carol's crotch. Holding her head tightly, Mel began fucking her mouth while Park used two fingers in Carol's pussy to open her wider and let his tongue explore both her pussy and her clit. She had no way of knowing it at the time, but all around her our neighbors had resorted to what they really loved about our parties most of all and were fucking each other as though they hadn't had sex in a year. Only when Carol had filled Park's mouth with her juices and was shaking in orgasmic bliss did she finish her husband.
"You have to admit, I was the one who saved you though." I chuckled, daring her to remember how I had picked up her warm body and taken it into our bedroom at the time. Her vulva was swollen and red from Park's attentions, and irresistible to me. I knew, from what Mel had told me, that once Carol had been eaten to orgasm, she wanted only more of the thunderous events to roll over her.
"Oh, yeah" she laughed, taking a playful swipe at the side of my head. "You 'saved' me alright, but it was a case of going from the frying pan into the fire. You knew my cunt would be all nice and juicy and ready for more of the same." She stopped talking for second, as though reflecting on the experience, then grinned at he and resumed her own recollection. "Damn, that felt good! You could have eaten my pussy all night and I wouldn't have objected, but having your dick in my pussy just added frosting to the cake. I love the way you fuck!"
Carol must have been sincere about that compliment even though she hadn't told me that at the time I first screwed her. But from that day forward, she wanted to fuck whenever we were together, either at their house or in ours. She gave as good as she got though. I, as well as our neighbor's husbands, had all been thrilled at the quality of her sucking talent, not relinquishing the hard cocks until she had to swallow our loads. What I liked most was that she was an equal opportunity cock sucker, giving it to any of the guys who wanted it, especially if at the time the man's wife was beneath Carol, sucking the cum from her pussy their husband had left in there only moments before.
"This feels so good," Carol purred. "I don't think I could give the lifestyle up anymore, but there's one more thing I want to try."
"What's that," I asked.
