Everyone comes up a winner when four-hundred sexually-charged people gather in this desert hot-spot for a swinger’s convention.

As Bill and I stepped from the cab and stood in front of the brightly lit Las Vegas hotel, he said, “How in the world are we going to recognize the swingers?” Not wanting my husband to sense my apprehension, I pressed his hand tightly and replied with faked confidence, “We’ll know.”

Bill and I enjoyed our group sex experiences back home, but because of our careers, we had been reluctant to attend a swingers convention. On the other hand, I couldn’t imagine anything more exhilarating than spending three days with four-hundred sexually-charged couples. And, at least, if we ran into anyone we knew, we could rest assured that they were into the swing scene.

The rattle of slot machines and excited voices at the tables surrounded us as we walked through the hotel’s casino. I walked close next to Bill and tried not to stare at the people playing roulette and blackjack. And all the time I fantasized about who we might meet at the introductory cocktail party that night.

A cute couple stood in front of us in the hotel registration line. She wore a tight-fitting denim miniskirt. The nipples of her large breasts strained against her blue halter. Ebony-colored hair caressed bare shoulders and contrasted with her white skin. She glanced at us and smiled while her eyes lingered on Bill’s trim physique. A feeling of pride swelled within me. My husband certainly is attractive, with his curly, reddish-blond hair and boyish appearance. Noticing the appreciation of Bill in this strange woman’s eyes rekindled my own desire for his body. A dark-haired man was standing next to her with his arm around her waist. The muscles of his tanned arms bulged against his short sleeves, and I wondered if the rest of his body was as rock-hard.

A wave of desire swept over me when the young male desk clerk told them that he hoped they’d enjoy the convention. Bill pulled me in front of him, wrapped his arm around me, pushed my rust-colored hair back from my ear and whispered, “I hope they’re attending our convention.” He continued to hold me, pressing his body tightly against mine. I knew we were sharing the same fantasy: the two of us in bed with the dark-haired couple. Pussy juice oozed into my cotton panties, and through the layers of fabric, I felt Bill’s cock harden.

On the way up to our room, we noticed the same couple playing the slot machines in a corner of the casino. We stopped and casually asked them if they were attending the same convention we were. They said yes. I started to invite them to join us in the lounge for a drink, but an attractive couple across the casino yelled, “Jan! Frank!” and briskly walked in our direction. The two couples embraced with hugs and kisses. Bill and I started to leave, but Jan and Frank pulled us into their circle and introduced us to Kathy and Scott. I couldn’t help but compliment Kathy on the luxurious straight blonde hair that draped her shoulders and fell to below her waist. Frank, his dark-brown eyes filled with desire, echoed my compliment and added that seeing Kathy’s naked body surrounded by her beautiful hair was a real turn-on. My own Bill hesitantly confessed that he’d often fantasized about making love to a girl who looked like Lady Godiva.

Kathy blushed at the attention. “Well,” she said after a moment, “I think the first item on our agenda should be a pre-party to fulfill Bill’s fantasy.”

Scott put his arm around my waist and gave me a gentle squeeze. A shiver went through my body when he whispered that his favorite fantasies involved freckled, red-haired women like myself. He tenderly lifted my hair and kissed the back of my neck. A warm glow started in the pit of my stomach and spread through my body. The next three days were going to be everything I had fantasized about.

The two couples had reserved a suite together, and they invited us to join them for a drink and a pre-party. We didn’t have to be asked twice. Within an hour Bill and I had unpacked our suitcases and were knocking on the door of their suite. As we entered, Kathy, totally nude, stepped out from behind the door. I held back an audible gasp. Frank was right. Her small, willowy body surrounded by the mass of soft blonde hair was breath-taking. She walked right into Bill’s arms and kissed him hard on the lips.

That was all the invitation Bill needed to stan stripping. Scott, wearing only blue bikini briefs, and Frank, naked, entered the small living room from one of the bedrooms. Frank’s cock, surrounded by a patch of black hair, jutted out in front of him like a soldier on parade. The guys encircled me with their arms and began caressing my body. I felt like the belle of the ball.

Jan stepped out of the jacuzzi, which was in the corner of the living room on a raised platforn1. She wrapped a towel around her waist and offered to make us drinks.

I declined her offer. too excited to think about anything but the two men who were playing with my body. Frank lazily unbuttoned my blouse while Scott helped me slither out of my skin. Every pan of my body ached to be touched. I rubbed the front of Scott’s briefs; his cock hardened. Jan, her breasts glistening with droplets of water, came up to me and kissed me on the lips. “Fantasy time.” she whispered. “These guys are wonderful.” I returned her kiss as Frank nibbled on my breasts and Scott pushed down my panties.

Scott’s fingers slid into my steamy pussy. “You are so wet,” he whispered while licking my juices off his fingers. He inserted his fingers again into my damp folds and smeared my essence over one of my tits. Frank’s lips, which had replaced Jan’s on my mouth, returned to my pussy-smeared breast. Scott’s tongue flicked the sensitive nipple of my other breast while he massaged my clitoris.

I closed my eyes, amplifying the sensations of Scott’s and Frank’s mouths and hands on my body. Scott intensified the rhythm of his fingers. My knees buckled slightly as the ripple of orgasm began. My body shook violently as release swept over me. Never had I come so quickly. Before I collapsed from the intensity of the climax, Frank scooped me into his strong arms and carried me toward the bedroom where Jan, Kathy and Bill had gone.

Kathy’s low moans greeted us as Scott opened the door to the room, which contained two beds. She was frantically riding Bill’s cock and rocking back and forth. Her gorgeous hair swayed with each pulsating motion. Jan, facing Kathy, with her cunt straddling Bill’s lips, was stroking Kathy’s small, firm breasts and making soft, almost crying sounds as Bill clutched her hips and pressed her cunt into his mouth. Kathy’s back arched. She uttered a long shrill cry as Scott pushed back the crimson spread of the adjoining bed and Frank placed me on the cool crisp sheets. The sight of my husband pleasing Jan and Kathy caused my body to become aroused again. Only that morning I had rocked on his hard cock just as Kathy was doing now.

Scott lay beside me and brushed my pink nipples lightly with his fingertips. They immediately became erect, just like Scott’s rod, which pressed against my leg. Frank stood above me, his large, blue-veined cock begging to be taken into my mouth. I kissed Scott passionately on the lips while he held me in his arms, and then I pulled away to get on my hands and knees so I could worship Frank’s beautiful instrument. Before taking Frank’s turgid shaft in my mouth, I ran my tongue slowly up and down the length of it. A small drop of pre-come seeped from the bulbous head. I licked off the sticky juice and took the throbbing cock deep in my throat.

Scott knelt behind me and pressed his cock between the cheeks of my ass. Cunt juice trickled down the inside of my thigh. The mingled scents of the two men and the sex aromas of Jan and Kathy in the other bed intoxicated me. More than anything else, I wanted to be fucked, hard and fast. Scott, however, had other ideas. Deliberately, inch by inch, he pushed the head of his cock into my eager pussy. I wiggled and squirmed, but nothing short of a team of oxen would make him go faster.

Then, without warning, he furiously rammed his large cock into the very depths of my being. My mouth on Frank’s erection echoed Scott’s thrusts. Faster and faster he pounded into me. Frank held my head in his hands, attempting to slow down my movements, and I reached up and touched his fuzzy balls. They tightened. Within seconds, Frank’s body shuddered and my throat was filled with syrupy semen. I continued to suck Frank’s cock until he jerked away, milked dry by my mouth. The moment I released Frank’s rod, Scott mounted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he drove deeper into my pussy. I could no longer hold back, and an orgasm consumed my body, as Scott groaned and spewed hot come into my even hotter cunt.

Happy and exhausted, I rested between Frank and Scott. The other bed was now empty, and I wondered where Bill and the girls had disappeared. At that moment, Bill entered the bedroom wearing his casual clothes and carrying my gold-sequined dress, his suit and my make up kit. “Jan and Kathy thought we might like to get dressed here. They’re going to ask several couples to the suite after the get-acquainted party and want us to join them. Is that okay?” Bill asked, knowing that my answer would be an unequivocal yes.

Our pre-party with Kathy, Scott, Jan and Frank caused us to arrive late to the party. The band was blasting rock music and dancers were gyrating on the dance floor when the six of us, arm in arm, walked into the balloon-decorated ballroom. The air vibrated with music and exuded sensuality. Bill whispered in my ear, “You’re the most sexy gal here.” I indeed felt wild and sexy. My gold-sequined minidress had a low neck that showed off my firm but bouncy breasts, glittering hose accented my slender legs, and Jan had styled my long red hair into a tangle of provocative curls. Yet Bill’s compliment was an exaggeration. The crowded ballroom was filled to capacity with sexy-looking men and beautiful women in scandalously revealing party clothes.

Prior to entering the ballroom, the six of us had agreed that we would mingle with the other swingers and that each couple would return to the suite at midnight with one guest couple.

Bill and I glanced around the room. Everyone seemed to be engaged in conversation, dancing or otherwise enjoying each other. On the dance floor, a multitude of men and women lustfully played with each other’s bodies as they swayed to the beat of the music: loud, raucous hip-hop.

“Think we can find a place to sit?” Bill asked above the noise. I didn’t have to answer. Across the room, a couple seated at a table for four motioned to us to join them. Immediately I was captivated by the man’s blue eyes. They had recently moved to the States from Germany and, like us, came to the conference without knowing anyone. Eberhard was strikingly handsome, Hannah was a classic beauty, and they both possessed strong athletic bodies the result of a rigid schedule of weight training. I could tell by the way Bill pressed his body tightly against Hannah as they danced to a slow tune that he was as attracted to her as I was to Ebbi. We had definitely found the couple we wanted to ask back to the suite.

We were the last couples to arrive there. The two sleeper sofas in the living room had already been converted into beds. Kathy was ensconced on one between Scott and a sandy-haired young man with the largest cock I’d ever seen soft. Edward, a ruggedly handsome man similar in appearance to the cowboy model in a popular cigarette ad, was soaking in the jacuzzi. Jan, wearing a short blue silk robe loosely belted to reveal her cleavage and patch of jet-black pubic hair, greeted us. A petite bare-breasted woman with a towel wrapped around her waist held Jan’s hand and was introduced as Cindy. From the looks of pleasure on everyone’s face, it was obvious that the party had begun without us.

Jan, in1mediately attracted to Eberhard’s magnificent build and German accent, slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Bill undressed in record time with Cindy’s help. For an instant I was disappointed that Jan had so quickly caught Eberhard’s fancy. I had my own designs on him.

While I mentally debated whether to check out the bedrooms or step into the hot rub with Edward, Hannah placed her arm around my waist. Seductively, she pulled me close and whispered that she had always wanted to make love to a red-haired woman. Before I could respond, she kissed me.

The feel of her arms firmly around my waist, her tongue exploring my mouth, and the scent of her exotic per fume caused my body to practically experience meltdown. My temperature seemed to rise as she ran her powerful hands up and down my back. Passionately I returned her kiss. Without another word, she pulled my dress over my head and gently laid it on a nearby chair. I stepped out of my shoes, dressed in only a garter belt and my hose.

Ignoring everyone around us. Hannah led me to one of the bedrooms, which was empty, before undressing herself. Her body was more splendid than I had imagined. Her soft blonde pubic hair was like a jewel placed on her totally tanned bronze physique. More than anything else I wanted to make her body respond to mine. We embraced on the newly turned-down bed. Her breasts rubbing against mine and the hardness of her muscles aroused me beyond my wildest expectations.

Still in my garters, I impatiently pressed my thigh against her cunt. Her excitement equaled mine, as she moaned against my legs. Witl1out waiting any longer, I lowered my face to her fair pussy and spread the lips to expose the pink inside and her rigid little clitoris. The sensation of her sex on my tongue was wildly exciting; I devoured her. Lost in her musky scent. tasting her honey. feeling her body quiver beneath my touch made me oblivious to anything else in the room. With every stroke of my tongue, she shifted and groaned beneath me. I felt like a musician and patiently waited for the Tchaikovsky-like crescendo to begin.

“No fair,” she moaned softly as her body tensed. “I want to taste you, too.” Without hesitation, I positioned my body so we were in a sixty-nine. Her tongue on my clitoris mimicked mine on hers. I felt as though I was making love to myself. Within seconds we reached the crescendo of our symphony and spiraled into release.

I turned and found Ebbi lying next to me. Lost in my own erotic experience, I had not noticed him and Bill enter the bedroom. He gently kissed his wife’s juices from my lips as Hannah embraced Bill. Desire again flowed through my body. After Hannah’s wonderful oral ministrations, I longed to feel her husband’s cock deep inside me. “Fuck me, please,” I whispered.

I didn’t need to ask twice. Ebbi raised my legs and buried his cock deep inside my wet pussy. Someone touched my arm, and I turned to see Bill in the same position, fucking Hannah. She held my hand as orgasms rippled through our bodies simultaneously. Ebbi held me until my body ceased trembling; then his arms were replaced by Bill’s.

With Bill’s familiar arms wrapped around me, I dozed for a few moments. When I awoke, Ebbi and Hannah were gone. I could tell from the laughter in the next room that the party was continuing. Bill embraced me tenderly and then suggested we shower, dress and return to our room. It was definitely time for some one-on-one loving. After all, we had two more fun-filled days of hot and wild partying left.

Walking through the casino hand in hand on our way back to our room, I dropped a silver dollar into a slot machine. Together Bill and I pulled the handle. Disappointed, we watched a bar. a cherry and a number seven settle into the winning line. “You can’t be lucky all the time,” Bill said as we walked away. I agreed heartily. We had already had our share of good luck by discovering the excitement of swing conventions.