My husband had promised me a fun, “old-fashioned” time at Dennis and Alayna’s party.
Roy liked springing surprises. We’d been married ten great years. During the first few we’d had an open marriage. But we had closed and locked the door on all that, thinking we were getting too old for that kind of behavior.
He’d left me garbled voicemail at six that evening, saying he was running late. I figured the rest of the message — which I couldn’t make out — was him telling me to go ahead without him. I tried calling back, but he had a bad habit of letting his cell phone battery run out, and it seemed like that’s what had happened that night.
So off I drove to the party. Dennis and Alayna were new friends of Roy’s, but I felt comfortable heading over on my own. They’d seemed like nice people from what my husband had said.
Their house was big. Lots of cars were in the long driveway but not Roy’s. I had worn a short black dress that showed off just enough of my tits. I rang the bell.
The person who answered was a foxy brunette in an even sexier outfit than mine. She grinned and told me to drop my car keys into a big ceramic bowl in the foyer. I guessed it was some designated driver precaution.
People with drinks were milling everywhere. I didn’t know anybody but wasn’t bothered by that. Roy would show up eventually, and I knew how to socialize.
The brunette, who was named Sabrina, clung to my arm. I liked how her tits were practically spilling out of her dress. In the old days, I would have dragged her into a closet and fingered her till she came. To be honest, I missed those old days sometimes. Sometimes a lot.
She introduced me to Dennis. Letting go of my arm, Sabrina said, “I hope you get somebody good.” I didn’t know what she meant as I turned my attention to the party’s host.
Dennis was handsome and suave, in his mid-30s like Roy and I. Already halfway turned on by Sabrina, I felt a delightful tingling in my pussy. Again, I imagined how willingly I would have leapt on this man once upon a time.
“Roy came with you?” Dennis asked. He looked me up and down candidly, which got my juices flowing even more.
“He’s running late.”
“Oh? That’s going to make things a bit difficult.” He frowned.
Again, I didn’t understand. It was only then that I realized everyone else present was part of a couple. Even Sabrina had come with her husband. Trying to be tactful, I said, “I don’t want to disrupt the seating arrangements or anything.”
He laughed. “It’s nothing so mundane, my dear. Tonight we’re playing the classic game where everyone chooses a random set of car keys from a bowl. Then that couple swaps. Roy didn’t tell you this is a swingers party?”
Now I understood the surprise. I was suddenly overwhelmed with love for my husband, who must have sensed I missed old times and had arranged this for me — for us. I was determined not to let the opportunity slip away.
“My keys are in the bowl,” I said boldly. “Whichever couple picks them can have me. How’s that sound?” I grinned.
Dennis grinned back. “It sounds like Roy’s a lucky man. Come along. It’s time for the drawing.”
The bowl was brought ceremoniously to a big central room. Many avid eyes were on it. Dennis had collected a lovely group. I finally saw his wife, Alayna, a ravishing blonde with creamy skin. She came to stand beside her husband.
For formality’s sake Dennis explained the rules. The room hummed with anticipation. These were people eager to swing, to experience that special thrill of sharing one’s spouse, of taking someone else’s wife or husband to bed. Old instincts came alive in me. My heart raced.
A couple made the first pick, the hot wife coming up with a jingling pair of keys. They belonged to an equally attractive duo. With a mutual smirk the wives traded places, and the reconfigured pairs exited the house, with the first couple digging their car keys out of the bowl as well.
So it went. Keys were picked, spouses swapped, new couples headed off to erotic adventures. It was blind choosing, but I started feeling left out nonetheless as the numbers dwindled and no one fished out my keys. Finally, Sabrina reached into the bowl. I wouldn’t have minded leaving with her and her good-looking husband.
But it was the last other couple who got picked. When the front door closed, the house felt empty.
“Well,” Dennis said.
“Well,” said Alayna.
“Well,” I muttered.
“Your turn to pick, my dear.”
I gave Dennis a look, then went to the bowl. Another set of keys was in there with mine. “You didn’t think we weren’t playing?” Alayna laughed huskily.
My disappointment vanished. They both came toward me, took my arms and led me into a sumptuous bedroom. I turned one way, and Dennis took me in his arms and kissed me while Alayna felt up my ass. I turned the other way, and she was groping my tits while Dennis unzipped my dress.
Alayna stepped out of her clothes, revealing a taut, gorgeous body. Her creamy tits were capped with luscious pink nipples. I bent to lick them as Dennis finished undressing me. When I straightened up, he was nude, too, his cock hard and twitching. With a growl I took his meat in my hand, savoring the firmness, the texture, and the fact that it was the first cock other than Roy’s that I’d touched in years.
Those two lovely people guided me onto the big bed. I lay down, and they each started sucking one of my tits. Dennis flicked me delicately with his tongue while Alayna grazed my sensitive nipple with her teeth. Excitement rose in me. My flesh rippled with pleasure.
“Dennis was stroking into my mouth. Every forward plunge filled my face with cock.”
Alayna kissed her way farther down my body, planting her lips on my flat belly, then squirming down between my spread thighs. I watched her blonde head move into position. When she ran the tip of her tongue along the edges of my pussy lips, I cried out. She dropped her mouth directly onto my aching cunt. I felt her hot breath, her nimble lips. Her tongue speared me, and I thrust myself against her face.
Dennis turned to admire his wife’s work, then he sat up and moved to straddle my chest. I pulled him eagerly into place. His beautiful cock reared before me. I licked the thick underside vein, then closed my lips around his stout cockhead.
His flavor filled my mouth. I swallowed his dribbling pre-come. He fed me more of his inches. I ran my tongue along his shaft. With a grunt, he slid himself all the way in. My gag reflex didn’t even threaten as I took him deep into my throat.
Meanwhile Alayna had zeroed in on my throbbing clit. She started off teasing the delicate bud with her tongue, bringing me to an intense state of arousal. Then she did her teeth-grazing thing on it, which lit up my whole body. It was like old-fashioned flashbulbs bursting all over my naked flesh. My ass jiggled underneath me, and my hips bucked.
Dennis was stroking into my mouth. Every forward plunge filled my face with cock. Spit ran from the corners of my mouth, but I never let him go. I relished the power of his thrusts and how well I was able to handle them.
“When she ran the tip of her tongue along the edges of my pussy lips, I cried out.”
I was able to handle all of this, in fact. I hadn’t lost my swinger’s mojo. This felt right and true.
I came against Alayna’s lips, the pleasure erupting from deep within me. I would have let Dennis come in my mouth, too, but he levered himself off of my face. As if obeying some silent signal, he and his wife traded places. Dennis hunkered between my outspread legs, his cock aiming at my dripping pussy, and Alayna climbed over my chest to place her cunt before my eager mouth.
Her mound was shaved down to blonde fuzz. Her pussy lips gleamed with wetness. Just as I touched her with my tongue, her husband slotted his cock into me. I bucked, as though from a serious electrical jolt. My tongue stabbed up into the offered pussy.
Her slickness flowed over my tongue as I delved into her. She jerked her hips on top of me, smearing her pussy against my face. I quested deeper. A moment later her delectable clit was pulsing against my lips. I stroked it with my tongue tip, sensing the incredible vitality of this dazzling woman.
Meanwhile, Dennis fucked me slowly. He would draw himself out till only his cockhead was inside, then slide the full length of himself back into me. My pussy grasped him greedily. He picked up his tempo in tiny increments. Beyond his wife’s writhing body, I could hear his grunts and the squelching sounds as he continued to ream my pussy.
Then he kicked his motion into a faster gear. His thrusts became more forceful. He began to slam his cock into me, the fleshy slapping sounds loud in the bedroom. A deep shattering pleasure was gathering in me, something potent, a kind of rapture that maybe harkened back to the earlier days of my marriage to Roy. I had been utterly happy with him and had thought myself satisfied to have him and only him as a lover. But maybe we’d both been fooling ourselves when we’d closed the door on this kind of outside fun.
Alayna was humping hard at my face now. Her juices ran over my cheeks and chin. She rode atop my impaling tongue. I looked up to watch her squeezing her own tits, her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy. Her orgasmic fluids poured freely into my hungry mouth as she let loose with a triumphant howl.
I made a similar wail, but it was muffled by her pussy. Joy of an almost primeval intensity ransacked its way through my very being. Every nerve came to white-hot life. At the same instant Dennis started pumping me full of his hot jets of spunk. I plunged deeper into the realms of orgasmic delight, where I blissfully lost myself for several minutes.
When I emerged from my erotic haze, I saw that Roy had finally shown up. Alayna was undressing him. In a stupor I watched him climb onto the bed and on top of her. As his cock entered her, Dennis started to finger my pussy. He was hard again. I gave my husband a warm grin, and he returned it.
We had found the keys to that door we had foolishly closed, and we would never lock it again.