It was October. The trees were dropping their leaves, the weather was starting to get crappy, and each day it was harder to maintain any enthusiasm about work.
Becky and I had gotten together a few times with other members of the group over the last several months. I was a little surprised to find out who in our community was into this swinging thing. I didn’t let my surprise keep me from having a good time, though.
Anyhow, I was lounging around the house one evening, just reading, watching TV… Becky hadn’t come home from work yet. When she *did* finally arrive, she was carrying a bundle on several hangers.
I got up from my seat and kissed her hello, then asked, “So what’s that?”
Beck went over to the couch and lay her burden on the back of it, then announced, “We’ve been invited to a Halloween Party, and we’re going. I stopped at the costume shop and found a couple outfits I think would be great.”
At this, she removed the plastic bag covering the costumes and sorted them. When she finished, she handed me a couple of hangers. I stared at the plaid material and what looked like a sword.
“What the hell is this?”
Becky looked at me like I was some kind of idiot. “It’s a kilt, dummy. Sort of a ‘Braveheart’ thing. And the best thing is, it all latches with velcro. The sword is fake, but it’s all fashioned after Mel Gibson’s stuff out of the movie.” She then stepped up and whispered in my ear, as if she didn’t want anybody else to hear, “…and even better yet, it’s traditional to wear nothing at all underneath.”
Aha, an ulterior motive! I nodded my head, even though I still was skeptical. I’d never worn a dress before, for any reason. Regardless what it was called, the idea of a kilt still sounded like cross-dressing to me. Of course, I knew if I stated *that* little opinion to certain people, I’d be out cold in seconds.
So, I was going to celebrate Halloween as Mel Gibson. Ha, I wish. Anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to wear it for this one party…
Meanwhile, Becky had left the room with her package and in a few minutes, came out wearing a wedding dress!
“So, what do you think?”
“Hell of a costume. So is this truly a costume, or an old rental?”
“Well, both. As you can see, the style’s a little outdated, but it still does the trick, doesn’t it?”
I pulled Becky in and held her close. “It looks fabulous. Of course, it helps that it’s filled so well.”
She chuckled a little and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m glad you like it. So, how’d you like to fuck the bride?”
I smiled. “You have to ask?”
Becky grinned and slipped to her knees. She began working on my belt and pants, until my swiftly stiffening cock was buried down her throat.
Now, I’d never gotten a blowjob from a bride before. Okay, okay, yes, on our wedding night, but I mean a woman wearing the dress. It was pretty arousing. Women in wedding dresses almost always look good. To see one on her knees with your cock in her mouth…
While I watched Becky in her halloween costume/wedding dress sucking on my cock, I started to realize I had some weird kind of bride fetish. In some cases, the clothes *do* make the woman. I wondered: how many other guys fantasize about having sex with a bride in full regalia?
After a few minutes of fantastic oral, Becky stood up and bent over the back of the couch.
“Fuck me baby. Fuck your little bride.”
Well, I certainly wasn’t going to turn down an invitation like that! I grabbed the skirt on the dress then spent the minute or so it took to pull it out of the way. Now I couldn’t see anything of my wife but her ass and legs. Oh, and the white garter belt, stockings and heels. She wasn’t wearing panties.
Boy, if I hadn’t already been hard, this sight certainly would have gotten me there. Somewhere beyond that rear and the dress material was my wife, all ready and waiting for whatever I wanted to do with her.
For a moment, I thought about what to do first, then knelt down and plunged my tongue into Becky’s puckered little asshole. She squealed with delight at the feel of my tongue flickering over her sensitive rosebud. We both had become much more anally oriented since getting involved with the group. We both especially enjoyed the feeling of being rimmed, as well as getting fucked in the ass.
When I decided I’d given her butt enough attention for a while, I flattened out my tongue and licked up the entire length of Becky’s pussy. Beck’s purr of satisfaction told me that that was what she’d been hoping for all along.
Well, I always love eating my wife’s juicy cunt, so I made sure she enjoyed the tonguing as much as I liked giving it to her. I’d flicker my tongue against her throbbing clit until she was writhing on the edge of orgasm, then flatten it out and give a long lick from clit to asshole. Sometimes I’d tease along the edges, not even touching near the lips, then clamp right down on her clit, sucking it into my mouth as far as it would stretch.
Becky was going nuts. She writhed around like a woman being tortured. It was great. I really loved knowing I could make her feel this good. After a while, though, she yelled, “Fuck me, goddammit! Fuck me NOW!”
As before, I wasn’t stupid or mean enough to refuse a lady such a resonable request, so I stood and lined my hard cock up with her sopping pussy.
Becky was massively impatient, though, “Just ram it in! I need COCK!”
Okay then. No more going slow. I knew where the hole was, so I shoved forward and buried myself to the balls in a single, slurpy stroke. Becky moaned in delight. She then added, “Now fuck me! Fill me with jizz! Make it drip down my legs! Fuck me, dammit!”
I truly love it when my wife gets like this. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s horny. Thankfully, she gets that way a lot lately. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
When I pulled back, then slammed back into her as hard as I could, Becky went wild. Her grunts and moans told me that was what she was looking for. So I pounded her for the few minutes I could stand thrusting so hard, then slowed down when I really started to get tired.
I was going to pull out and aim for her ass, when Becky panted, “Sit down. I’ll take over now.”
Quickly walking around the couch, I stripped my clothes off and sat. Becky swept around, lifted the dress as high as she could, then straddled my raging hard-on. I was hard enough and she wet enough that we didn’t even have to do any lining-up. She just sat right down on my cock and started to rock.
Unfortunately, the bodice on the dress was too tight for me to get either of Beck’s tits out, but it didn’t stop me from using my hands on her nice, full breasts.
Becky fucked me manically. She came two or three times, and I felt myself building quickly, until finally I pulled her in, buried my face in her chest and yelled into her body while I pumped my load into my lovely, sweating, writhing bride.
For a few minutes after my orgasm, I just held Becky tight, while my cock stopped twitching and started to deflate. EVentually, I leaned back and looked up at her with a stupid smile on my face. “So, when’s the party?”
****
When party time rolled around, we both got shaved (I was still shaving my balls. The hair everyplace else had grown back in. I was right. It itched like hell.), then got showers taken (separately, or else we’d never have gotten finished). Then it was time to get into our outfits.
Becky already had tried hers on, so she knew what it entailed. Me, I’d declined trying mine on, so I had very little idea how to hook everything. With Beck helping, so thing went pretty fast. I’d read an article someplace once on what it normally takes to get into one of these older-style kilts - single piece of fabric, rolling around on the ground and such - so I was glad someone had simplified matters with modern fasteners and all. Purists out there would probably have a fit, but actually, once I had the thing on and everything tucked properly, it looked pretty good.
The sword was just a hilt in a scabbard, no blade, and that whole contraption strapped to my back. Once that was on, my costume was complete. I looked in the mirror and was rather surprised how good I looked. No underwear under this was a bit weird, but okay.
Becky then put on her costume: everything she’d had on before, and as always, sans panties.
The party was within walking distance, and the weather was good, so we left the car at home. I felt a definite draft as we walked down the street to our destination which, once again, only my wife knew. On the way, we saw another couple headed in the same direction, he in a loincloth, feather headdress and war paint, she dressed like Glinda the good witch from the Wizard of Oz movie.
Now, I didn’t know these people personally, but I had seen them in my travels around the area. Apparently, though, my wife knew them, so we crossed the street and I was introduced to Ariana and Doug. We made polite conversation as we walked, as well as checking each other out. Ariana was a nicely-shaped blonde, and I found myself wondering if she was wearing the same thing under her big skirt that my wife was. Doug’s loincloth was just barely acceptable for public wear, and I wondered how he’d managed to tuck himself behind the thing.
We made it to our destination after only a few more minutes, and we all clustered together at the door, as if when the door opened, we were prepared to yell out, “Trick or Treat!” The urge to do just that was strong as the door swung open, but fortunately I managed to refrain from making an ass of myself.
The woman who opened the door… Oops, it wasn’t a woman. I’d never seen Tinkerbell with a goatee before. Anyway, Tink greeted us all with a hug, and the ladies got a kiss. Becky introduced Tinkerbell as Carson, our host for the evening. We were all ushered into the living room of the big victorian house, where another couple were. It turned out that it was Vern and Virginia, our next-door neighbors. Vern was dressed as Old King Cole, or something like that, tights and crown and all, Virginia had on a big dress and even bigger wig like in those Three Musketeer movies.
Now, Carson, in his Tinkerbell outfit, and Vern in his King costume had one thing in common. They both were wearing tights. The other thing in common is that these tights were split in the crotch, so both guys’ dicks and balls were swinging in the wind. The split, I learned later, also went up behind for access to their assholes. So, it wasn’t too hard to figure out the purpose of this party (as if I’d had any earlier doubts).
Carson announced, “Make yourselves at home. Anywhere in the house is fair game, and since we’re situated on a cul-de-sac, the back yard is also private enough to play in. Food and drinks are in the kitchen, I only ask that if you drove, you refrain from drinking a couple hours before you leave. Use your heads, and have a good time!” He then reached a hand out to my bride and led her away.
I wanted to follow, but Ariana led me into the living room, where Vern and Virginia were kissing and fondling each other. We sat down opposite them, and before I had a chance to wonder where Doug had gone, he handed me a beer, before sitting down next to me, leaving me sandwiched between him and his wife.
It took a few minutes for Vern and his wife to realize we were there, but once they noticed us, they broke their kiss and sat back without the slightest hint of embarrassment. Something was a little weird here, but I got the feeling that we weren’t going to just launch into sex.
“Okay, John,” Vern started. “You’ve now been at this for a little while, and are undoubtedly dying for some explanation. This is the short version of how this group got started. In this room, you are looking at the four original members. I won’t bore you with details, but suffice it to say that we all decided at one point in our relationships that we needed more.”
Ariana turned to me, “The four of us met at various marriage encounter-type sessions, trying to let someone else help us figure out what was wrong with ‘US’. After meeting each other in three separate, unrelated self-help seminars, we got to talking amongst ourselves on what were *really* our problems.”
Doug then piped in. “Since we’d met so many times before, we considered ourselves friends of a sort. It allowed us to be more open than in the group discussion sessions. What we discovered was that, while we still loved our spouses greatly, we were stagnating. Sex was still good, but not as fulfilling as it used to be.”
Then Virginia spoke up. “So we decided to try each other. We swapped spouses, then we swapped again. Those first times were really tense. Especially the first same-sex meetings. But eventually, we found that this was what we were missing.”
Ariana added, “The new ‘members’ began being added a few months later. We seldom all get together at once, now. The biggest turnouts are typically for initiations. Your initiation happens to have been one of the largest attendances we’ve had in a long time.”
Vern said, “There you have it. The Reader’s Digest version of the origin of this group. Hope you’re having fun. It *is* the reason for the group in the first place.”
I replied, “Guys, this has been mind-blowing. I don’t know that Becky and I necessarily were having any marital trouble before, but I know things *since* I got involved have been fan-fucking-tastic! I haven’t been able to talk to anybody about my initiation before this, but let’s suffice it to say that it was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever done. Thanks for inviting me into your group.
“Now, who do I get to fuck first?”
The four of them laughed, and Ariana leaned in to kiss me. While we kissed, I felt a hand slip up my bare thigh and under my kilt. So this was how it felt for a woman to have a man reach up under her skirt. Hmmmm… Multiple hands found their way to my stiffening cock, because I felt one grip onto my half-hard shaft, while another was tickling my balls. The cool air on my upper thighs told me that somebody had flipped my kilt up, ostensibly for better access.
While I kissed Ariana, I reached into the top of her dress and pinched her nipple. Somebody, meanwhile, had taken my cock in their mouth. It was thrilling, getting my cock sucked and not having any idea who was doing the job.
Since I was using only one hand on Ariana’s breast, I still had one empty. That was taken care of, however, when somebody guided my free hand to a stiff cock. Still tangling tongues with Ariana, I started to slowly stroke that hard pole.
The coordination of one hand rolling a nipple between two fingers and the up and down movement of my hand took a lot of concentration. So much concentration (made exceedingly more difficult by the mouth on my cock), that I was forced to back away from Ariana so I could devote more brain-power to my hands.
Once I stopped kissing Ariana, I looked around to see who was doing what. Virginia was sucking my cock, Doug’s cock was in my hand, and Vern was getting a handjob from Ariana while she kissed me. Of course, now that she and I were no longer smooching, Ariana leaned over and took Vern’s cock in her mouth.
Now, this was getting the party, for me, off with a hell of a bang, but I was beginning to wonder where Tinkerbell/Carson had dragged my wife off to. So, even though I was having a great time here, I thought it a good idea to go find Becky. I was sure she was okay, but even so, we were separated so quickly…
I reluctantly disengaged myself from my present companions, who were disappointed to see me go, and started to investigate.
There were obviously more people here than I knew. There was a man and woman in the kitchen, she dressed as a cat, he in a pirate costume. They were both casually making out, their hands roaming each other’s body. I didn’t recognize either of them. I grabbed another beer from the fridge, took a handful of chips and went searching some more.
From the kitchen, I went out into the back yard. It was indeed very secluded. Another couple was taking advantage of that fact. Two guys, one in an Emmett Kelly clown outfit, the other dressed like a doctor, were sloppily sixty-nining on the grass. Emmett saw me standing there, smiled and beckoned me over, but I mouthed, “Later,” at him and he nodded and resumed his blowjob.
Going back into the house, I located the bathroom, which was - surprisingly - empty. I ducked in for a moment to get rid of the beer I’d already drunk. I learned one definite advantage to the kilt: no belts, buttons or underwear to deal with, just lift the hem and let ‘er go.
From there, I peeked in the basement. There, a gal dressed like Cleopatra was masturbating while watching two other women - I saw a blue gingham dress and a pink frilly one in a heap next to them - going at it on some mattresses which covered the floor. This could have been the house I’d had my initiation in, I couldn’t be sure.
The other rooms downstairs were empty, so I decided to see what was happening upstairs.
The stairs creaked a little as I ascended, but I really doubt anybody was doing anything they’d be embarrassed to be caught doing. The first room revealed two girls and a guy. All three had abandoned their costumes - if they had any - the better to enjoy themselves. The guy was laying back on the bed, and both ladies wore strap-on dildos. One girl had her dildo up the guy’s ass and the other woman fed him her cock, which the guy attended to as if it were the real thing.
The room across the hall was empty. The next room down had two nude women kissing on the bed. The room across from that had a couple - Gumby from Monty Python and a black girl dressed like Uhura from the original Star Trek - fucking hot and heavy.
I began to wonder, ‘How the hell many people are at this damn party in the first place? Are they all a part of this “group”?’ I hoped to hell if they were a part of “the group” that I wasn’t expected to keep their names all straight.
There was another room - empty - and a bathroom. Still no sign of Becky or Tinkerbell. Checking a closed door, I discovered a stairway leading up, evidently to the attic.
It was plenty dark, and I wondered if Beck and Carson were sitting in total darkness. The stairs here, oddly enough, were still very sturdy, and didn’t make a sound. When I got to the top of the stairs, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and looked around.
There was a little moonlight coming through a window, so I could see that the attic had been furnished at one time, but that furniture was mostly covered with junk now. Off in a corner, I saw a yellowish glow that flickered a little. I started toward it, and there I discovered my bride/wife, and our host, Tinkerbell, lit by a single candle.
Becky was on her knees with the crinolines of Tink’s tutu sitting firmly on top of her head. Beck was furiously pumping Carson’s cock in and out of her mouth, and he was evidently loving every minute of it, and with good reason.
Neither of them were aware of my presence, which was okay by me, I enjoy seeing my Becky in action. Besides, my new-found bride fetish was going full-steam, so I was *really* getting a major kick out of watching them go. Carson suddenly pulled his cock completely out of Beck’s mouth and before she had a chance to put up much of a fuss, he laid her down, hiked up her dress, stripped off his damn tutu and plunged into her cunt in one stroke.
Becky wrapped her legs around Carson’s hips and pulled him in tight. He meanwhile, kept pistoning his hard-on into my wife.
Somewhere during all this, Carson looked up and saw me standing there. He waved me over, and when I got close enough, he lifted the edge of my kilt and took my cock in his mouth. While I was sucked by our host, I watched my little bride, in her white garter belt and stockings, get her hot, shaven pussy fucked royally.
Well, I was ready to go in short order, but I didn’t want to unload in Carson’s mouth. I had an idea. Quickly, I pulled away from him and knelt down by my wife’s face. She lifted her head and took me as best she could, while I stroked myself to orgasm.
After only a few minutes, I felt the semen rise in my belly and then I was cumming. One, two, three big spurts, then five or six smaller ones landed on Becky’s face and upper chest. She ran her tongue around her lips to get the cum she had on her mouth, then smiled a nice, cummy smile at me.
I looked over, and saw that Carson was grinning at the sight of his bride-conquest getting a nice facial, and he pulled out of her pussy with a *slurp*, then moved around and jizzed Beck yet again.
My wife never looked lovelier. It’s a strange statement to make, I know, but in this situation, in that outfit, it was true. I expected Beck to ask for something to wipe her face with, but she didn’t. Evidently she wanted to leave our cum on her face. I didn’t mind, although it would probably get sort of uncomfortable once it started to dry, I thought.
Carson sat back, pretty worn out. I figured, though, that he’d get his second wind after only a little bit. I sort of wanted to thank him for the oral he’d given me earlier, so I crawled around Becky - who propped herself up so she could watch - and took his wilting cock and started licking his and Becky’s juices off it.
I love my wife’s flavor, and Carson must eat a lot of fruit or something, because his cum didn’t taste all that bad. By the time I’d cleaned him good, he was back to full hardness. For good measure, I took his cockhead in my mouth and ran my tongue all over it, while I fondled his balls the way I like it. I was pretty sure that he was *really* sensitive right now, though - I know *I* am just after I cum - so I didn’t figure he’d want me giving him *too* much attention this soon.
Once I figured he’d had enough, I sat back and looked at the two of them.
Becky said, “What’s the matter? Afraid for my well-being?”
I admitted, “Well, maybe a little. You were whisked away so fast after we got here, and there are so many people here… I just wanted to see you.”
She held out her arms, “Here I am, hale and hearty, cum and all!”
We all laughed. Carson asked, “So are you having a good time?”
I told him, “Oh yeah. I got the short version of how this whole thing started, since my wife wouldn’t tell me, even after all these months. Then, everybody got frisky, and after a little bit of preliminary sex, I thought I’d come find my wife.
“Are all the people here part of this “group” thing?”
Carson told me, “Not all of them. My wife and I are members, she’s running around here in a Cleopatra costume. You’ll probably find her watching. She’s a tremendous voyeur. There’s a guy in a doctor’s outfit, a woman dressed as Shirley Temple, a trio of two girls and a guy who came only wearing trenchcoats, a couple dressed out of Star Trek and Monty Python, and a woman who came as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz who are all out-of-town friends of mine, who keep secrets extremely well.
“So who’s hungry?”
Well, since I’d cum once now, I needed to recharge a little, so I volunteered to come along, and Becky was game to see what else was happening.
Carson blew out the candle, and Becky and I followed him through the semi-darkness to the stairs, and out into the hallway light. I couldn’t help looking in the rooms as I passed by, since nobody seemed concerned with closing the doors.
Mr. Gumby and Uhura were gone, the two ladies were sitting on the edge of the bed, apparently having finished what they were doing for the time being. One of the ladies waved at me, and I realized that it was Karen, the town vet, who I’d met as a member of the group that first night after my initiation. The strap-on gang were nowhere to be found either.
We discovered that just about everybody had finished up round one at the same time. The kitchen was crawling with bodies. When we walked in, I wondered what so many people were smiling about when they looked our way. Then I remembered that Becky still had Carson’s and my cum on her face and chest.
Becky went on as if nothing unusual was happening. She ate, drank and conversed like she would have if this had been a Halloween party for my work or something. I saw a lot of envious glances, especially from the women, but from a few guys, as well.
Everybody had straightened themselves up a little. Costumes were all in place (except those that were designed to show things off, i.e. Carson and Vern’s tights), and it looked pretty mundane. That is, if you didn’t count the strap-on folks, who were still all three nude, but for the dildos attached to the ladies’ waists.
Karen and her friend came down, and I learned that Karen’s costume was a grass skirt and a lei, and that’s it. Her companion was dressed as a cheerleader, complete with pigtails and saddle shoes.
Every once in a while, I’d feel somebody brush my crotch, and taking that as a hint, I did a little feeling-up of my own. Some of the ladies’ costumes - even the more elaborate, full-skirted ones - were split in the front, allowing easy access to hot, wet pussies, and most of the men’s outfits had some allowance made for access to the proper bits, as well.
I saw the pirate guy approach Becky, and they were joined by Carson’s wife… Cleopatra. I realized I didn’t know her name yet. Anyway, that trio shuffled off somewhere, and it appeared to be time for round two. Couples, trios and then some broke off from the kitchen for whatever fun they could make for themselves.
Emmett Kelly from outside came up to me and said, “Hi. I’m Patrick. I met you at your initiation, and *we* sort of met outside. Is this later enough?”
I looked him up and down a little, and noticed his cock sticking through his clown pants. “Sure. I was gonna ask the brunette over there if she wanted to play a little,” I indicated one of the strap-on girls, “and now I wonder if she’d be interested in joining the both of us.”
Giving a little “come-on” motion to Emmett/Patrick, I walked over to the brunette with the dildo. With a lounge-lizard bravado that I don’t normally affect, I asked, “My, little girl, what a big dildo you have.”
Picking up the cue, she shot back, “All the better to fuck you with, highlander.”
We both laughed. I then indicated Patrick. “Want to join us?”
She grinned. “Sure. I’m Ginny.” She held out her hand.
Shaking her hand, I introduced. “John. This is Patrick.”
When I released Ginny’s hand, she reached toward the front of Pat’s pants, and under my kilt, grabbing both our cocks. With a smile, she replied, “Glad to meet you.”
We retired to the basement, where I had first seen Carson’s wife watching the two women with the Dorothy and Shirley Temple costumes eating each other.
Ginny stood at the side of the mattresses put her hands on her hips and said, “Okay boys, show your mistress how much you love her.”
Pat and I both hesitated a little. We hadn’t expected this. Looking at each other, we shrugged and stepped up to Ginny. We leaned in and kissed her, our tongues slithering out to meet hers. I’d never really kissed a guy before, I’d sucked some cocks, but that was sex. The kissing thing was a little more intimate. I wasn’t planning on making kissing other men a regular part of my repertoire, but I guessed if it happened once in a while, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
Anyhow, we weren’t kissing her for long. After only a few seconds, Ginny pushed down on the top of our heads, directing us lower. We each bent to nip and nibble at her tits. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were nice, and she really seemed to relish the attention we were paying them.
It seemed we were there at her breasts for quite a while. At one point, she gasped, “Take the nipple between your teeth.” Once we’d done that, she said, “Now bite down.” I didn’t want to hurt her, especially since I’d just met her, but she insisted, “Harder. Harder yet. OOh, yes. More…” I thought I was going to bite her nipple right off, but she still wanted more. I don’t know how Patrick was doing, but he must have been as reluctant to really clamp down as I was, because she kept telling us, “Come on, dammit, I can barely feel it! Make it *hurt*!”
Knowing the strength of the human jaw, I wasn’t about to bite down with everything I had, but I gave her more than I thought I should, accidentally biting down enough that she screamed out in pain. Pat and I both jumped back, fearing we’d damaged her irreversably, but after a short moment, Ginny smiled crookedly, panting, then said, “That’s more like it. I almost came, there. I like you boys. Come on down here and show me you how much you like Ginny’s cock.”
I hadn’t had much experience with dildos, but I figured she wanted us to treat it like a real cock, so I just did what I liked done to me. Pat was on the other side of it, so again, our tongues and lips contacted once in a while. I didn’t think about it. Much.
After we’d paid enough attention to Ginny’s “cock”, she asked, “So, who wants to be first?”
I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but for some reason, I volunteered first. Ginny nodded and said, “Pull the chair up close to the mattress and sit down.” Doing what she ordered, I looked back as I dragged the chair toward the mattresses, and saw her pulling a condom down her dildo-cock and slobbing it with lube. *Now* I knew what she was talking about.
Or did I? As I lounged back in the chair, pulling up my kilt and exposing my asshole, Pat got down on hands and knees in front of me. Ginny knelt behind him, pulled down his pants and lined up her cock with *Pat’s* asshole. Just as Pat’s mouth came into contact with my butt, Ginny plunged forward to the hilt in Pat’s ass.
A mighty groan came from Pat when the dildo penetrated his insides. I think he’d been expecting a little slower going than that. He never stopped working on me, though, and before long, his mouth was sucking my cock for all it was worth at the same time he was getting ass-fucked.
Pat was really getting into his reaming, and he was taking it out on my cock. I hadn’t thought I’d be able to cum again so soon after the first time, but Pat’s mouth on me was doing the trick. Just as I was almost ready to shoot, though, Ginny said, “Trade places.”
Up until my initiation, I didn’t think I’d enjoy being assfucked, but now, I really sort of liked it. I especially liked getting it up the butt while I was fucking someone else. Being the filling in a fuck sandwich was really a great feeling.
That wasn’t what we were going to be doing right now, though. Pat sat down, and as I knelt over to take him in my mouth, Ginny was preparing for another session of ass-fucking. As she’d done previously, Ginny just rammed forward once she had my pucker lined up, and I took about as long to get used to it as Pat had. After a short while, though, I was starting to get into it, and I made the most of Patrick’s hard-on.
Pat’s head was thrown back, and I just loved his cock. More men should try sucking cock. It really isn’t as horrible as all the locker room bullshitters make it out to be. Cum takes a bit of getting used to, but eventually, it’s not all bad.
Well, Ginny had obviously had a lot of experience piloting that dildo, because she was hitting places in my guts I wasn’t aware I had. I was sucking Patrick hard, hoping to get a mouthful of what I was *certain* he wanted to give me. But somehow, Ginny stopped us again just about the time it apppeared he was ready to shoot.
Pat moaned his protest when I removed my mouth from his cock. But she’d made it quite clear from the beginning that Ginny was in charge of things here and now.
Ginny stripped off the condom from her “cock” and lay back, pulling her knees up to her chest. Her strap-on harness left her pussy free, and she wanted some of what she’d given us. She said, “John, get that cock in my cunt. Pat, you fuck his ass.”
Whoopee! I was going to get my sandwich after all. I quickly got on top of Ginny, carefully working my cock into her hot pussy. As I was getting my rhythm down, Pat was getting himself slicked up.
I’d only stroked in and out of Ginny maybe eight to ten times when Pat came up behind me and started rubbing his cock against my ass. Holding still for him, I wasn’t really surprised when he shoved his cock into me balls-deep in one thrust. His forward push slammed me back into Ginny, and before long, she was yelling in orgasm. Pat followed quickly behind, pumping my ass full of his white, slick cum.
I thought I’d get to cum, too, but Ginny announced that she was done for now. Pat laid back, and Ginny nearly pushed me off her. If I wasn’t so surprised, I’d probably have been really pissed. As I dumbfoundedly watched Ginny’s well-rounded ass ascend the stairs, I turned to Pat.
“Hey man. Think you could help me here?”
Pat was barely awake. “Sorry. I’m pooped. It’s gonna take me a while to be able to do anything.” He then fell asleep.
Shit. *This* certainly sucked, and not in any good way. I got up and went upstairs. Ginny was nowhere to be found. I went to the fridge and got *another* beer, and stood against the sink and drank it while I swore under my breath at what had happened in the basement.
While I stood there, Cleopatra walked in. She took my beer from my hand, took a drink, then handed it back. She then pressed in close to me and said, “You’re John, Becky’s husband, right?” I told her I was. “You’ve got one hell of a hot lady there. Dean (the pirate guy, I found out) just added to the cum-slick on her face. It got me so hot, my fingers aren’t enough. Everybody but you appears to be occupied. Fuck me.”
Still pissed at Ginny for leaving me high and dry, but desperate to relieve the pressure in my balls, I asked, “Where do you want to go?”
Cleo grinned a little. “How about right here?” She pushed some of the food on the counter aside, then bent over the countertop, pushing her butt back at me. From there, she reached down and lifted the sides of her costume up her hips, until her bare ass and pussy were exposed to my eager view.
“You like?” She asked me.
My cock was pushing against the material of my kilt, making the front of it drape over my hard-on comically. “You have no idea.” I reached out and touched her butt, then slipped my fingers down and ran them down the sides of her cunt, making her gasp in surprise. Her pussy was bald, and simply soaking. I’d have no problem getting in.
But suddenly, I had an idea. I picked up my beer bottle, finished it off, then pressed the bottle against her sopping pussy. It slid in easily. She stiffened a little, being able to tell instantly that it wasn’t my cock, but she was horny enough that it appeared she was ready to take whatever she could get. I still had every intention of fucking this gorgeous woman, but at the moment, I was willing to prolong my own agony to have a little fun.
It only took a few seconds for Cleo to get into the bottle-fuck I was giving her, and before very long, she was writhing and moaning from the feeling of the bottle sliding in and out of her hot cunt.
Eventually, though, she panted, “Give me your cock. Fuck me, highlander!”
As I’ve said before, who am I to refuse the reasonable request of a sexy lady? I pulled the bottle out of her pussy, then flipped up the front of my kilt and aligned my hard cock with her dripping cunt. When she felt the head of my cock probing her lips, she purred in delight. When she felt my cock head at the entrance to her pussy, she pushed back and impaled herself on me.
Now, I’d gotten worked up enough in the basement that I’d been ready to go at almost any time, hence my goofing off with the bottle. I was afraid that if I’d gotten into her pussy right away, I’d have cum too soon to really enjoy it. As it was, I built to the edge of orgasm way too quickly, and before long after that, I was shooting off in Cleopatra’s hot, juicy cunt, just making it that much juicier.
Fortunately, though, she was horny enough that only a little after I came, so did she. Her body tensed, then started to shudder involuntarily, and a low moan unlike she’d made previously filled the kitchen. For a minute, I thought she’d passed out on the counter from her orgasm, but she straightened up after a minute or two and pulled me in close. She planted a big kiss on me, and our tongues wrestled a little, then she pulled back.
“Thanks, John. I’m Rina, by the way.” She went to the fridge and got herself a drink. After taking a drink, she asked me, “Everybody else in the house is having fun. Why the hell were you in here by yourself?”
I hesitated. Should I tell her about my little experience in the basement? Oh, what the hell. I filled her in on what went on downstairs, emphasizing that while I hadn’t minded the little domination thing, I did really kind of resent the way Ginny’d left things.
Rina listened intently, nodding her head occasionally. When I’d finished, she said, “Yeah, Ginny can be a real man-hating bitch at times.” She slowly got an evil smirk on her face, leaned in to me and whispered conspiratorially, “Wanna get her back?”
I smiled a little, not really knowing what she had in mind, but willing to go along. “Sure. What’d you have in mind?”
Rina threw an arm around my shoulders. “Just follow my lead. Let’s go find Ginny.”
We searched the house, finally finding Ginny sitting out back in a lawn chair - strap-on still jutting from her crotch - smoking a cigarette.
Rina quietly came up behind Ginny and shouted, “On your knees, bitch!” Ginny’s head snapped around in angry surprise. Apparently she wasn’t used to anybody using that tone of voice with *her*!
Rina wasn’t about to give her a breath, though. “Keep your fucking trap shut.” Ginny’s mouth did a real good fish-out-of-water imitation for a few seconds, then it closed in stunned silence.
“Are you hard of hearing, slut? I said: on your knees!”
Slowly, Ginny got out of her chair, then sank to her knees. Her face, however, maintained a defiant glare in Rina’s direction. I hadn’t said a word yet. I was still trying to put together my role in this little scene.
Even though Ginny was now in the position she’d been ordered into, Rina wasn’t cutting her any slack. “Did I tell you to look at me, bitch? Eyes to the ground. Or better yet, focus them on that fake-ass cock you’ve got on. Think having a rubber cock strapped to your hips makes you a man? Shit, you’re just a little girl playing make-believe. I just *had* a man with a *real* cock, and he made me cum SOOO good…” Rina then turned to me. “John, feed her your cock. Let her taste our juices on you. Maybe you can give her a nice mouthful of jizz to remember you by.”
I still hadn’t caught on to what was happening. I started to protest a little, “But Rina, I just came. It’ll take quite a while…”
She cut me off, then pulled me in close to whisper in my ear. “I figured that. It doesn’t matter. Ginny tends to have a strong misandrist bent since her divorce. She’s pissed off a lot of people, male and female, at things like this over the years. I don’t know why my husband invited her tonight.
“Besides,” she smirked at me. “Ginny hates giving guys head. And she *really* hates the taste of men’s cum.”
Finally it dawned on me what to do. It would be totally against my normal character, but I stepped up to Ginny, grabbed her head with one hand, lifted the hem of my costume and took my limp cock in the other. As I’d seen in a few porn films, I began slapping her face with my cock. I could tell by the look on her face that Ginny was not having much fun with this. She liked being on the giving end of the humiliation, not the receiving.
Usually I like some offer of reciprocity when I have sex. I began to realize just how offended I was that that unspoken contract had been violated by this woman. There was a side to me coming out that I didn’t know I had. I was rather enjoying the look of disgust and displeasure on her face as I slapped her in the face with my cock.
When I was through dick-whipping her (or whatever you call it), I told her, “Suck it. Get it hard… If you can.”
Rina added, “And be gentle, slut. No teeth.”
A thrill of fear went through me. I hadn’t thought of that. But now wasn’t the time to wimp out. I pushed Ginny’s head toward my crotch, which had some of my jizz on it, Rina’s juice, and once I thought about it, still probably had Ginny’s own cunt on it from earlier.
“Open, bitch. Clean my cock.” I was sort of getting off on this. I’d probably get my ass kicked if I tried it on Becky, though.
Reluctantly, Ginny stuck out her tongue and ran the tip the length of my soft cock, so it didn’t take long. I urged her on, “C’mon slut, I know there’s a lot more stuff on it than that. Take it in your mouth. It’ll be a lot easier to work on if it’s hard.” I thought for a second. “And there just might be a reward for you if you’re really good… a nice creamy reward.”
Ginny leaned forward and opened wide, taking my soft member in her mouth. Her dislike for giving guys head sure wasn’t evident in her ability. She was really good. It didn’t take very long with her sucking on my cock for it to get good and stiff again. However, I *had* cum recently, and it was my second in only a few hours, so it was going to take a *good* long time to get me off for number three.
Meanwhile, Rina knelt beside Ginny and worked on the straps of the dildo harness. After only a little work, she had the thing off Ginny’s hips and on her own, the dildo sticking out from the part in the front of her Cleopatra costume. Rina then stood next to me and ordered, “Do both of us. You seem so enamored of this fake thing, show us how much you love it.”
Ginny, humbled, started alternating between my cock and the dildo she had fucked me and at least two other guys with tonight. Even though Ginny had been resistant to submitting at first, it appeared she was starting to get into the role. She evidently was beginning to enjoy the taste of her own medicine.
At one point, when Ginny was sucking my cock particularly far back in her throat, I turned to Rina and said, “Y’know, this bitch owes me a cum while I’m fucking her, since that’s what I was doing when I got her off, then she pushed me off and left. Besides, you should still have a nice load of my cum to feed her from earlier in the kitchen.”
Rina turned to me, and in a really fakey voice said, “Why you’re right, I do have a load of man-cum for her. You go right ahead and fuck this bitch. I’ll let her clean me out.”
Rina then unstrapped the dildo and tossed it on the chair Ginny had been sitting in. She laid Ginny back on the grass and sat down on her face, spreading her pussy lips to let my cum leak out onto Ginny’s face. Ginny had little choice but to eat the gooey offering.
While Rina got her own enjoyment out of Ginny’s humiliation, I lined up my cock to get my own satisfaction. Ginny grunted at my entrance, but didn’t try to push me away, like she had earlier. Once I started stroking in and out of Ginny’s hot pussy, Rina said to me, “Don’t let the bitch cum. That’s one of her favorite games with men: Use their cocks to get herself off, un-cunt them and send them packing.”
Aha, so I hadn’t been the first poor sucker to be used like that by this woman. Well, maybe Rina and I would teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
After a few minutes of fucking Ginny’s pussy, I said to Rina, “Y’know, I’ve already had *this* hole once tonight.”
Rina, picking up my cue said, “Well, maybe you ought to try another one.” She’d already finished feeding my cum to Ginny and had plopped down so Ginny could lick her swollen clit.
Hearing those words, Ginny knew what we were talking about. She started to protest from beneath Rina’s crotch, but Rina quieted her quickly by simply sitting a little lower onto her face.
I found a bottle of lube in a box nearby (Carson and Rina had placed such things in all the logical locations for play), and I slicked myself up, as well as Ginny’s reluctant little asshole. Even though I was mad at this woman, I didn’t really want to damage her or myself trying to get into her ass with no lubrication.
Lining my cock with Ginny’s tightest hole, I started to push forward. When she resisted, I slapped her butt, saying, “Open up, bitch, I’m getting in here one way or another.” I hoped I sounded more convincing than I felt. I hadn’t had a *whole* lot of experience with anal, and definitely no experience trying to butt-fuck a reluctant partner.
Ginny must have bought my pissed-off tough guy act, because I felt her sphincter relax a little, and my cock head popped into her ass. After that initial penetration, it was mostly a matter of maintaining pressure until her butt swallowed my entire length.
Once I was in her, I stayed there, as deep as I could go, while she adjusted to the sensation of what she’d done to me earlier with her dildo.
I gave Ginny another slap on the ass and said, “There, bitch. You fucked me like this tonight. How does it feel to be on the *other* end of the cock?” She moaned something into Rina’s pussy. I couldn’t tell if it was a protest or an admission of pleasure. It didn’t really matter; now that I was here, I was planning on fucking her until I left behind a nice cum load in her ass.
So, I began to fuck. Ginny hadn’t been butt-fucked much. I gathered this: one - due to her reaction at the announcement I was going to do so, two - because it felt like she was trying to squeeze my cock off. It felt good, though. While I fucked Ginny’s hot, gripping ass, I leaned over, pulled Rina’s tits out of her Cleopatra costume and latched onto a nipple.
Ginny must have been doing a good job eating Rina’s pussy, because almost as soon as I flicked my tongue over Rina’s hard nip, she started cumming. And cumming. I wondered if she was ever going to stop quivering. When she finally did, she looked as if she was going to fall over from exhaustion. I held Rina up while I finished up in Ginny’s butt. A yell announced my triumph over Ginny’s treatment of me earlier.
When I was through with my orgasm, I pulled out of Ginny’s ass, stood up, then helped Rina to her feet. Ginny let out a gasp for air when Rina got off her face. Apparently she hadn’t been able to breathe very well for the last part of things. I felt a small pang of guilt for her near-suffocation, but she appeared to be okay, even so.
Before we went back into the house, Rina crouched down next to Ginny and said, “Hope you’ve learned not to be quite such a bitch from here on out.” When Ginny opened her mouth, probably to say some defiant, bitchy thing, Rina stopped her, “Uh uh. I don’t want to hear it. Here,” she reached for the dildo on the chair, “let’s put this where it’ll do some good.” Rina then took the dildo, and placed the head of it in Ginny’s mouth. “Now just keep that there the rest of the night, otherwise, I *know* there are other folks here that would *love* to give you what we just did.”
Rina and I then headed back into the house. Just before I went in, I gave a glance back at Ginny. She was sitting up and looking in our direction, dildo still in her mouth. The look in her eyes said that, far from being furious, she was horny as hell.
Well, I was done for a while. I’d now cum three times in the same evening, and it was going to take some major work to get me off again anytime soon. Therefore, I went into the bathroom to clean up a little, then fixed myself a plate and sat down to eat. Rina decided to join me.
While Rina and I ate, we were joined by other people who had come to probably the end of their potential for the night. Vern and Karen joined us, then the guy in the doctor outfit, Carson and Karen, and somewhere along there, Ginny came in. She was looking pretty wild, her hair all messed up, her face still shiny from Rina’s cunt juice, the dildo with the harness still attached hanging from her mouth. I was right. Ginny was horny as hell.
Rina looked over her shoulder at Ginny, and announced to the table, “Just ignore her.” Those folks at the table who were staring gave a confused glance at Rina, then back to Ginny, then returned to their food and conversation.
Ginny whimpered a little, then meekly stood in a corner, watching everyone eat. I felt a little bad for treating her like this, but then I reasoned she’d earlier have thought nothing of leaving *me* like that, so maybe it was what she deserved.
My thoughts of Ginny evaporated when I saw my wife appear with Patrick, Doug, the guy who’d originally been on the receiving end of Ginny’s dildo, and the woman dressed like Dorothy.
Becky glowed with satsifaction. She was smiling ear to ear, and what set off her usually dazzling smile was the glisten of the semen that slicked her face. Apparently she’d received quite a few more cumshots since Carson and I gave her her first facial of the evening. She had splatters of cum on her forehead, it was all over her cheeks, and it dripped off her chin and onto her chest. The upper bodice of her wedding dress was stained with sperm, and the first thing that came to my mind was, ‘I wonder who hasn’t cum on her yet?’
I got up from my chair and put my arms around Becky’s waist. I asked her, “So, you having fun?” I then leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips. When I pulled away, I licked the jizz off my own lips. “Ah, I see you are.” I looked around the room. Everybody was there, including the folks I didn’t know by name. “Anybody you’re missing?”
Becky thought for a minute, then said, “Vern… and the guy there in the doctor’s costume.”
The doctor guy said, “David.”
Becky amended herself, “Vern and Doctor Dave over there.”
I turned to the table and said, “Well then, if Vern and Doc Dave have any jizz left, they should get their turns, now, shouldn’t they? Well, boys, anything left for my lovely bride here?”
Vern got up and said, “I don’t know if I can even get it up again, but Becky looks so lovely, I’d hate to pass up the chance to try.”
Dave agreed, “I’ll second that. Where do we want to go?”
Carson piped up, “How about the living room? We can all watch.”
A murmur of agreement went up, then everybody who was sitting rose from their seats and we all adjourned to the living room.
Becky was sitting demurely on a footstool in the middle of the room, and if it hadn’t been for the cum all over her face and chest, a body would have thought she was posing for a picture. Meanwhile, all the other seats in the room were arranged so that she was ringed by spectators.
Once seated, Vern said, “I’m gonna need a little help here. Any volunteers?” The strap-on girl who *wasn’t* Ginny and Karen both moved over to act as fluffers for King Vern, and when Doctor Dave expressed a similar request for help, the woman in the cat costume (Janis, Pat’s wife, I learned later), and Shirley Temple went to give him a hand, mouth, whatever.
As a credit to the skills of the four ladies who’d volunteered, both Vern and David were hard in no time. Some of the rest of us in the room were idly stroking hardening cocks or rubbing wet pussies, watching the preparations. As well, the anticipation of seeing Becky willingly and eagerly taking two loads of cum on her face, I’m sure, had many of us *almost* to the point of being able to cum yet again.
I don’t know how many times the two men had cum during the evening, but it took over fifteen minutes for David to get to the point of no return, in spite of the expert attention of Janis and “Shirley”. But the girls *did* finally succeed, and Dave stepped up to my lovely wife and began to unload.
Becky turned her face up to better catch the cum of the next-to-last man at the party to cum on her, and when David was done, Vern came up and stood at her back, making Becky bend her head *way* back, extending her neck, and exposing more of her cum-splattered chest. When Vern came, he spurted pretty good for an older man who’d probably already cum at least twice that evening. His shots landed on Becky’s throat and down her exposed upper chest, and one even landed about an inch over the edge of the dress-top.
When Vern stepped back, exhausted, Becky straightened and with a big grin, asked, “Anybody else?”
I think for most of us, the mind was willing but the body was weak. If the other guys felt anything like me, even though I’d managed to get hard, it was going to be *ages* before I’d be able to get much of a dribble of jizz out of my cock anymore tonight.
When nobody stepped up to the plate to give my lovely lady any more “wedding presents”, Carson said, “Well, everybody, I guess that’s the end of the main festivities. Anybody’s welcome to stay the night. As you’ve seen, there’s plenty of room. The only thing is, anybody left tomorrow morning gets to help clean up.”
Not that I was unwilling to help pick up the place in the morning, but I don’t sleep very well in any but my own bed. It *was* getting late, and I’m not the night owl I used to be. Becky and I hung around for another half hour or so, I met a few of the people I hadn’t already, and the whole while, Beck never wiped off her face.
When we announced we were leaving, everybody had to say goodbye. All the girls, and even a couple of the guys kissed my wife, taking away some of the jizz that she wore. I got to kiss the ladies, as well.
Just as we were going out the door, Ginny came up to me and indicated she had something to say. I took the dildo in one hand and watched as she worked her aching jaws a little before saying, “I’m sorry for treating you like I did.” She sounded truly repentant, almost submissive. “Before you leave, may I cum?”
Without a word, I reached down and started to rub Ginny’s clit. Almost immediately, she stiffened and started to moan. Behind Ginny, I caught Rina’s eye. She got an evil grin on her face, and I caught on immediately. It was mean of me, I know, but just as it seemed Ginny was going to cum, I removed my hand, leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek. The panting whimper as I walked down Carson and Rina’s front steps pulled at the heartstrings of a part of me, but another, more vengeful side felt extreme satisfaction that I’d managed to give her far better than she had me.
On our walk home, I found myself glancing at Becky occasionally, and finding her even more beautiful in the moonlight, with the cum of several men on her face, than she had been when we’d left the house that night.
When we finally got home, Becky fell to her knees in front of me and just before she took my cock in her mouth, she asked, “Think you could give me one more load? *Nobody* came in me tonight. I need to feel a cock jerking in my pussy before I’ll be able to sleep.”
I took a deep breath and told her I’d try. Right there on the living room carpet, I fucked my wife - both of us still in our Halloween costumes - until I surprised myself and came for a *fourth* time that night, deep in her wonderful, hot pussy.