When a couple finds a hobby they can enjoy together, it’s such a blessing. For my husband and I, that happens to be swinging. Recently, we attended a party at the home of a prominent couple in our community. Their four-floor brownstone had plenty of space for fun encounters.

A beautiful young woman greeted us at the door and took our coats before directing us down the hall to the bar. My stomach did a little flip as we entered the room. This certainly wasn’t our first rodeo, but it was the first time we’d ever attended a party without knowing the majority of the guests.

Within seconds, an attractive couple started chatting us up at the bar. The wife, a short brunette boasting an ass that could double as a table, was clearly interested in my husband, Jerry, which delighted me. After all, that’s why we were there.

Her husband, Martin, was a silver fox who obviously still spent plenty of time at the gym. Something about the look of salt-and-pepper hair just makes me melt. Add some well-defined muscles to that, and I swear my legs fall open of their own accord.

We sipped our drinks and enjoyed a bit of small talk. Then I got tired of beating around the bush. Happy to take the lead, I grabbed Martin by the hand and led him deeper into the house.

The sounds of the party changed as we moved from the bar area into the den. Couches lined every wall and large cushions were scattered across the floor.

Eager to get our evening started, I directed Martin to a sofa and settled myself in his lap. I felt his erection pressing against my ass, encouraging me to take things to the next level.

But Martin didn’t show any signs of wanting to rush. This experienced man knew how to take his time exploring a woman’s every dip and curve. His strong hands swooped over my hips and thighs to grip the hem of my dress. Then he rolled it up until my pink panties were visible.

“I like these,” he whispered as he worked his fingers underneath the material that covered my mound to briefly tease me.

Martin then hooked his arm around my waist and seated me on the couch, settling himself right in between my legs. He left my sheer underwear firmly in place and dropped his mouth to my aching cunt.

At first, the sensation was dulled. I felt his tongue moving over me, but the thin panties kept me from fully appreciating the effects. However, that soon changed. His tongue ran up and down my slit, making the damp material cling to my skin. The texture of garment seemed to intensify every tap of Martin’s tongue.

When the fabric became so wet that it felt as though it wasn’t even there, he focused on my clit, covering it with his pursed lips and sucking on it rhythmically.

My legs closed tight around Martin’s face. His five o’clock shadow scraped against the sensitive skin of my thighs, sparking a tingling sensation that made my toes curl.

I groaned, adding my voice to the chorus of pleasure that already filled the room. Martin was a very talented man. It didn’t take long for him to sync with my body, finding the perfect combination of pressure and suction that drove me wild.

He was clearly the kind of guy who knew how to use his whole mouth to get a girl off. His lips, teeth and tongue all worked together to make my body sing.

My thighs began to quake, and before long, the sounds of sex surrounding me faded into the background. All of my energy and awareness was centered on my clit. Martin massaged that sensitive nub with his tongue, slowly stoking the flames of my desire. Occasionally, he would switch things up with a quick series of flicks, then fall right back into languid licks — a maddening combination that propelled my body toward release.

If I weren’t so delirious from the feel of Martin’s teeth gently scraping against my clit, I’d have marveled over the fact that his mouth could send me to the moon without skin-to-skin contact. Seriously, the man had talent, and he was using it to make me fall to pieces.

Briefly, the thought of Jerry watching me with my lover flitted into my mind and nearly sent me over the edge. My hips bucked hard against Martin’s mouth, increasing the pressure and the pleasure.

While my pussy pulsed, my tits positively ached to be touched. I skated my hands over my tummy and up to my chest, cupping my boobs and tweaking my nipples. It felt so good.

My body continued to writhe. I was so fucking close to getting off. All I needed was a tiny bit more — something.

That’s when Martin sucked my clit hard. He rolled the bud between his lips and helped me reach my peak.

My orgasmic shouts were wordless as my brain short-circuited. I was completely incapable of forming phrases or words. Instead, I uttered the guttural cry of a woman who’d been thoroughly pleasured.

After I rode out the last wave of my climax, Martin flipped me over and positioned me on all fours. He arranged my body so I had a picture-perfect view of my husband with Martin’s wife. She was on her knees, directly in front of Jerry — watching and waiting.

She leaned forward, letting the tip of his dick tap against her glossy lips.

I couldn’t get a good look at her face, but I imagined she was wearing a sly smile, pleased with herself for drawing out Jerry’s anticipation.

My husband seemed to sigh with relief when she opened her lips and allowed his dick inside. I was transfixed by the sight of them.

Martin’s lips brushed over my ear as he whispered, “I like watching my wife, too.”

Amused that he caught me ogling our spouses, I turned my head and kissed him on the lips.

“Why don’t we give them a reason to look at us?” I teased.

“With pleasure,” he replied, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my undies and tugging the garment down to my knees. The stretchy fabric allowed me to open my legs just enough to keep the action going.

“That’ll do,” he muttered.

I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper behind me, then I felt Martin’s sheathed dick slip between my folds.

Part of me was tempted to rock my hips back and take his whole dick in one smooth thrust. But I already knew Martin was a man who valued taking his time. Why rush the experience when I had a partner who was willing to spend his entire evening finding new and exciting ways to make me moan?

Martin reached around and curved the fingers of one hand over my mound, resting their tips on my clit. Immediately, I knew I was wise to follow his lead. The pads of his fingers circled my sensitive bud as he rocked his hips, giving me more and more of his shaft with each thrust into my pussy.

I gasped when my ass finally bumped against his pelvis, stunned by the feeling of fullness.

Martin grasped my hips and held them steady, stabilizing his target. That’s when he began to ram himself into me with more force, making me shiver with delight. But I really lost control when he slipped his thumb into my asshole.

“Oh fuck,” I yelled. “Fuck, oh fuck!”

My vision blurred — Martin had seriously fucked me cross-eyed.

Ready to surrender completely, I closed my eyes and reveled in how good it felt to have both of my holes filled. Every time Martin wiggled his thumb, my pussy spasmed — and he was wiggling it a lot. Orgasmic pressure was building inside me, threatening to bubble over into another explosive climax.

“You’ve got another one in you, baby. I can feel it,” he encouraged.

Apparently, he was right. Seconds later, my whole body went as tight as a bow.

“Yes!” I shouted in triumph.

My cunt grew even more slick as my orgasm blossomed. Meanwhile, Martin kept fucking my quivering body until he let loose his load.

When he finally pulled out of me, my muscles turned to jelly. I sat back against the couch cushions, feeling exhilarated.

My body was still experiencing blissful aftershocks when Martin dropped to his knees before me and pushed my panties down to the floor.

“I just want to taste you one more time,” he drawled. Then he proceeded to lap at my slit until I came like crazy, while watching his wife get fucked by my husband.

Now that’s what I call a party.