My wife, Rachel, and I have an unusual marriage.

To start off with, she’s half my age. I’m in my 40s and she’s just out of college. Both our families raised eyebrows, but we’re very happy. Secondly, before we got married we each had many partners. Of course, given my age, I’ve had more, but when we first became intimate we compared sexual histories. To some people, having a great number of sexual partners is a deal-breaker, but for us it was a turn-on.

Furthermore, Rachel and I have both been in orgies. That seems like a quaint term, something you associate with the 70s and places like Plato’s Retreat, but they do happen. I ran with a bunch of guys who were so debauched that we kind of shared girlfriends. We’d all go out together, and then come home and throw pillows on the living room floor and get wild. There was no jealousy, and while the girls occasionally changed, the four of us guys — me, Evan, Tony, and Mark — all remained friends. Eventually, we went our separate ways but kept in touch. I am the only one who is married.

As for Rachel, some of her college stories have made our wallpaper bubble. She also ran with a foursome, and they traded guys like baseball cards. They also would get it on with each other from time to time. So you can see why I married her.

We were talking about hot old times with our friends when we had a brainstorm. I believe it was Rachel’s idea, but I take credit for it. We’ve got a nice big house in California where you can wear flip-flops in February. Our friends were scattered all over the country, but why not invite them down for a weekend together, all eight of us? If our friends were still the same free spirits, an orgy would likely break out.

Rachel and I have been monogamous since we wed. I’m not interested in sneaking around; she gives me everything I need, especially in the sack. But we were both intrigued by the idea of swinging as a married couple. If I knew my guys, they would take one look at the young pussy Rachel would invite and a group grope was sure to happen.

Some texts, emails, and calls bounced around the country and a date was set. It happened to be Valentine’s Day weekend, and it would be our first as newlyweds. “What a romantic way to spend our first Valentine’s Day together!” she told me after all the details had been set. We talked about what might happen and had a frenzied fuck right on the living room floor. I came like a fire hose, and she screamed so loud I was grateful we had a large property, because otherwise neighbors would have heard.

The players were: Evan, my oldest friend, who is in his late 40s, but still has hair halfway down his back. He works as a motorcycle mechanic and was the most likely to get the ball rolling as he is a notorious ladies’ man. Mark, a tattoo artist who, as one might guess, is covered with ink, including designs of several naked ladies. And Tony, who looks the most normal of the group; he’s a stock analyst. The one thing about him that few people know is that he has a huge cock.

Rachel had invited Faith, a Latina with huge dark eyes, dark hair, and bee-stung lips; Candy, who is perfectly named, Rachel says, because her pussy juice is the sweetest she’s ever tasted; and Brit, a blonde WASP who looks prim and proper but is, Rachel assured me, sexually insatiable. Brit’s claim to fame is that she took on three guys at once — mouth, pussy, and asshole.

The girls arrived first. I had never met them (our wedding was officiated by an Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas, with no guests) so when the three ladies walked through the door I found each one sexier than the last. I was particularly taken with Faith’s beauty. I was really hoping our plan would work out, because I knew she would look good sucking my cock while Rachel ate her pussy.

The girls slipped into their bikinis and lounged around our pool. We have one of those custom pools that look like a lagoon, with a waterfall and fake rocks. It cost an arm and a leg, but it looks nice and the layout provides lots of privacy.

The guys arrived later than afternoon. Evan was wearing a snorkel mask. I told him I hoped he hadn’t worn that on the plane. The boys changed into their swim trunks, and everyone started mingling by the pool. I took my manly spot behind the grill, where I was making magic with meat and barbecue sauce.

As I’d figured he would, Evan made the first move. He stripped and jumped in the water, his cock and balls flapping. Everyone hooted, and one by one, the rest of the guests followed suit. I really liked the way Faith looked naked, her tits teacup-shaped with dark nipples, and her bush shaved into the shape of a heart.

Finally, Rachel and I were coaxed into the water sans swimwear. We played a game of chicken fight, where each girl got on the shoulders of a guy and we had a blast. Believe me, that game is a lot more fun when everyone is naked. It was interesting to see how each guy then took the girl from off his shoulders onto our flagstone deck, where there were many towels and chaise longues arranged, and that was who he fucked.

Evan was with Candy, who was on a chaise longue on all fours, with Evan pounding away at her from behind. Tony and Brit were on the towels, with Brit on her back, her toes pointed to the sky while her partner ate her out. At first Brit sucked Mark’s dick while she was being tongued by Tony, but then my wife muscled in and started deep-throating Tony. I don’t know whose smile was wider — me or my friend’s. Then as Tony and Brit paired off, my wife got busy with Mark; I finally got to see my beautiful Rachel fuck another man, and it was fantastic.

That left me with Faith, who was sitting on the edge of the pool, kicking her feet back and forth and batting her eyes. Those dark eyes seemed to be asking, “How do you want me?” I stood above her, my dick rock-hard, and she reached up to caress it and my balls. She hopped out of the water, and we kissed wildly. There was an empty chaise longue, so we snagged it. I lay back as she straddled me, sinking down on my cock with an audible plop.

For a good while we all stayed with our initial partners. I couldn’t see everything of course, but what I heard could have make the dead hard. There were all sorts of moans, both masculine and feminine, and lovely little phrases like, “Fill me with that cock!” or “Suck my dick!” or “Eat that pussy!” Faith and I switched positions, and I looked for Rachel, who was on her knees with Mark’s dick plowing into her. He looked up at me as if to ask for permission, and I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, “Whatever feels good, man.”

Eventually, pairs broke into threesomes and foursomes. While Rachel was still getting it from behind from Mark, Evan’s cock wandered close to her mouth and she inhaled it. He lay back and let Brit squat on his face, and to judge from the way her eyes were closed and mouth set in concentration, he was doing a fine job. Candy was now free to join Faith and I. The ladies double-teamed my cock with their talented lips and tongues. Write this down guys — you must, at least once in your life, have two sweet mouths on your dick at the same time. Candy would suck a ball into her mouth while Faith bobbed her head up and down on my shaft, and then they’d switch. Tony, meanwhile, snuggled up behind Candy and slipped his dick inside her from behind as she worked me. She gave out a happy yelp while my member was in her mouth but kept going like a trouper.

“The ladies double-teamed my cock with their talented lips and tongues.”

The girls had all come, however the guys hadn’t yet — but we were close. Rachel, ever the organizer, steered us into what she later called a “sex conga line.” She was at the head, or rather, she was at Tony’s head, which she was sucking while on her knees. It then got interesting with our first glimpse of bisex action, as Faith scooched underneath Rachel and began lapping at her pussy. Evan munched on Faith’s cunt, and Brit was behind Evan, sucking his voluminous balls, which were like low-hanging fruit. I was behind Brit, finger-fucking her with one, two, and then three fingers, while Candy was doing a reach-around on me, stroking my cock. And finally, Mark was the caboose, fucking Candy from behind.

At least that’s how I remember the scene. If only we had a video! But later that night in bed, Rachel and I tried to reconstruct everything, and we both remembered it that way. What was unforgettable was when the conga line broke up, because the guys were ready to pop. The girls got on their knees on the towels shoulder to shoulder and said they wanted us to come on their faces. Sounded good to us, so each taking our turns, we moved in to jack off while their smiling faces waited for our hot jism. I seem to remember that I went last, letting loose a huge load with which I managed to paint all four girls.

After that, we collapsed in the pool, spent, and had a fun time. It was then that I realized the meat was still on the grill. I jumped out and saw that the burgers were as hard as hockey pucks. So we ordered Chinese food.

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