Katie loves throwing big, fancy dinner parties. She also loves themes, and lately my friend has really been into the ’70s. I think she found an old recipe book at a yard sale or something. Whatever the inspiration, she and her husband invited over five couples — including my husband and myself — for a night they said would celebrate peace and love.

I should also mention that this group is known to get a little wild, especially when the wine is flowing. Swinging is a regular thing among us, so it probably shouldn’t have surprised me to learn that Katie was taking her ’70s theme extra seriously; we found ourselves walking into a key party.

Katie greeted us at the door, holding a large fishbowl. She gave it a shake, making the keys inside jingle.

“Keys in the bowl,” she said gleefully.

Katie watched as my husband, Mike, dropped the keys to our coupe in the bowl.

“I’ll have to feel around extra to grab the right set of keys,” Katie said to him, with a wink.

She turned on the heel of her cork wedge sandal and led the way into the living room, where the rest of our friends were chatting and dining on fondue.

“All right, our last couple has arrived,” Katie announced. “Ladies, come to me and pick your keys, but not the coupe. That one’s all mine.”

Normally, no one in our group is so direct with their preferences. We all enjoy one another’s company — sexually and socially. That night, however, Katie really wanted to fuck my husband. I didn’t mind, but I figured it was only fair to do an even swap.

Before any of the other women could dip their hands into the bowl, I shouldered my way to the front and scooped up a set of keys that I knew for certain belonged to Katie’s husband, Ted. I held up the keys to show Katie and gave them a little shake.

Although we’d been matched, I felt certain couples wouldn’t peel off right away. Of course, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun while I waited.

Generally speaking, I often catch Ted eyeing my breasts. He’s a tits man, through and through, and he’s obsessed with my lush double-Ds. That night specifically was no different as I’d worn a blouse with a plunging neckline, which placed my tits prominently on display.

I reached over to where the fondue sat on the coffee table, making sure Ted’s eyes were on me when I leaned forward. I purposely allowed my blouse to gape open, revealing the red lace bra I’d worn underneath. Of course, there was more to the show. Clumsy me, I dropped a small dollop of warm cheese on one of my breasts.

I gasped, feigning surprise. “Ted, could you lend me a hand — or maybe your mouth?”

Katie’s gleaming eyes connected with mine from across the room. She knew what I was doing. She watched closely as her husband walked to where I stood and dipped his head to drag his tongue over my breast. I tilted my head back, elongating my neck, so Ted had plenty of bare skin to traverse with his tongue.

As I’d expected, Ted couldn’t help himself. He flicked his tongue along my neck and boob. Then his parted lips sealed against my skin, suckling at my flesh until he produced a pleasantly painful stinging sensation.

I raked my fingers through Ted’s salt and pepper hair and cradled him against my bosom. Clearly, my skin was clean in no time flat, but that really wasn’t the point. I wanted Ted to ravish me, preferably right there in the living room, while all of the guests — and especially his wife — watched.

“Eliza isn’t the only one with sweet tits,” Katie called out.

She slipped down her rainbow-striped tube top, revealing pert, pink-tipped breasts that bounced gleefully with every hand gesture.

“Come on, Mike,” she cooed, crooking a finger at him. “Show them how it’s done.”

Never one to turn down a tit, Mike sidled up to Katie and sucked the tip of her breast into his eager mouth.

“That’s right, baby,” she murmured. “Show your hostess some hospitality.”

Fuck, that got me hot. I love watching my husband enjoy another woman’s body.

Suddenly, having Ted lavish my tits with attention simply wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

Ted’s hand rested gently on my hip, but not for long. I hiked up my skirt and directed him to my panty-free crotch. My clit was already throbbing, positively aching for a good rubdown, and he got to work.

I stole a glance around the room. By that point, everyone had forgotten about dinner. They were making meals out of their companions instead! Seeing that erotically charged scene playing out, and knowing I’d inspired such a raunchy display of carnality, was a heady experience.

Ted is always such a giving and attentive lover. His lips slid down to my nipple, and he drew on that little nub, sucking me so hard his cheeks grew hollow. As much as I enjoyed watching the other guests play with their partners, Ted was commanding my attention.

While my playmate was busy suckling one breast, he gently massaged the soft flesh of the other with his palm. The rough pad of his thumb briefly brushed over my nipple, then he closed two fingers around that bud and tugged on it.

“Oh,” I moaned. I arched my back and thrust my hips forward, shamelessly rubbing my pussy against Ted’s wriggling fingers.

“Make me come, Teddy,” I groaned.

“Yeah, Ted. Give my wife what she wants,” Mike called out from across the room.

Another glance in Mike’s direction revealed Katie was perched on his lap, facing us. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips and her legs were wide open, revealing her own thick-lipped pussy.

Mike had multiple fingers shoved deep inside Katie’s snatch, while the heel of his palm rocked against her clit.

Katie reached behind her back to open the zipper on Mike’s slacks. I couldn’t quite see what she was doing, but I guessed she didn’t have to work to free his cock from the fabric. Knowing Mike, his raging erection likely took care of the task for her, springing forward and connecting with Katie’s palm all on its own.

But I had more immediate concerns as Ted dragged his teeth over my nipple, making my whole body shiver. At the same time, he jammed a finger into my pussy.

“Oh, yes! Give me more,” I moaned.

Of course, he indulged me. He even pinched my other nipple and gave it a twist.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Ted!” I rocked my hips hard and fast, slamming my pussy onto Ted’s fingers with all my might. “Oh God, yes!” I moaned.

While I was in rapture, Ted tweaked my nipple again, then he skimmed his hand over the side of my torso and made his way under the curve of my ass. He parted my ass cheeks and traced a single dampened fingertip around my asshole.

“Oh, Ted!”

I wasn’t expecting assplay, but I sure did enjoy it. Ted slipped one digit inside my rear hole, and my whole body sang. Unlike the fingers frantically pumping my pussy for pleasure, this one simply sat there, filling me up. Its presence in my backdoor made everything feel more intense as my pussy walls rippled around his fingers.

Ted soon released my nipple from his mouth and sank to his knees. He proceeded to seal his lips around my clit and suck as he resumed fingering my pussy. He rocked his jaw from side to side, gently massaging the bud with every pass of his lips over my sensitive button.

All that was missing was hands on my breasts, but I could handle that. I scooped up my tits in my own palms and squeezed them, allowing my sensitive nipples to peek out from between my fingers. Pressing on them felt even better. They’d grown as hard as diamonds. Even the lightest touch had the power to send me to the moon.

Ted once told me he knows when I’m close to coming because he can literally taste it. Maybe that’s why he rained a quick series of flicks right down on my clit. Unexpected? Yes. But holy shit, it was just what I needed to completely fall to pieces.

Juice gushed from my core when Ted pulled his fingers from my pussy. He flicked his tongue over my drippy slit, lapping up my liquid. When he pulled away from me, he licked his lips as if savoring every last drop.

“Always a pleasure, Eliza,” he murmured softly.

He laid a kiss on my thigh, then he turned to nuzzle my mound.

“I’m yours for the evening,” he said. “Tell me what you need.”

Ted’s insatiable desire to make me come is one of my favorite things about the man. Well, that and his big, fat cock. Both make him so much fun to fuck.

I took him by the hand and led him to a large ottoman near the couch, where Katie was riding my husband. I wanted us all to watch one another.

I crawled onto the ottoman on my belly and spread my legs for Ted. My own husband opened his eyes just in time to see Ted enter my cunt from behind.

Did I mention that Ted has an enormous cock? It’s long and thick and practically fucking perfect. Not only that, he knows how to wield his sword wisely. Ted swings because he genuinely enjoys making women come. It’s a personal challenge to him and meeting it brings him great satisfaction. Ted’s attentiveness and enthusiasm coupled with the fact that my clit was bucking up against the upholstery meant that I was having a very good night.

After giving me more orgasms than I could possibly count, Ted finally came himself. He pulled his cock from my pussy and pumped hot cream all over my ass. I’m not going to lie. I was sort of tempted to ask our hostess to clean me up. Maybe next time.

It wasn’t long before Mike got off, too, and was ready to drive us home. Leaving our hostess thoroughly sated on the couch, he retrieved our car keys. I couldn’t wait to be back at our own place, where I’d take him for a ride!