My husband, Larry, and I are both open and liberal kind of people. I guess that would explain our free lifestyle. Larry and I are swingers and party as often as we can. We are secure enough in our love for each other to partake of sexual pleasure with others. And besides, it’s fun getting it on with someone a little different each time!

Recently my husband and I were invited to spend a weekend with friends of our friends George and Carrie. They are just about the closest people to us on earth, and we have often thrown swing parties together.

The four of us live in the city, so it’s an added boon that Mark and Lydia live upstate. Their home is about a hundred miles out of our urban environment.

The scenery on our ride up was breathtaking. It was mid-December, and the snow had already fallen there. It covered all the trees and bridges and buildings along the parkway and added a luminous quality to the landscape. During the drive, I asked Carrie about Mark and Lydia.

She told me that they were in their early thirties, like the four of us, and that they were former runway models; perhaps our hosts were going to be exceptional-looking! My pussy clenched in anticipation.

I was confident that Mark and Lydia would like us, too. Larry is tall, with beautiful blond hair. He looks like a Viking and sometimes acts like one, too! I’m also tall and blonde, and I keep myself in great shape by working out at least three times a week at a local gym. Carrie and George are of southern Italian ancestry; they both have attractive dark looks. I especially like Carrie’s thick auburn hair and beautiful, welcoming smile. She also has lovely big breasts, and Larry has often complimented her on them.

We arrived at Mark and Lydia’s home Friday evening. As soon as they greeted us at the door, I knew that these two were former models. They were the most breathtaking-looking couple I had ever seen.

“Welcome to our home,” said Mark, and he swept us all in with a large gesture. Both he and Lydia took care of all our belongings and urged us into their large warm living room. A fire was burning brightly in a stone fireplace, and there was a large buffet of delicacies on a sideboard. Lydia promptly got us all some drinks, and it wasn’t long before I felt totally relaxed.

The six of us talked about many things, ate some of the delicious food and drank. I was making heavy contact with Mark’s pale golden eyes, and he was grinning at me in return. We all talked about partying and how long we’d all been at it. Lydia told us that they had been involved for only about a year and that that was how they came to meet George and Carrie at a fabulous swingers’ resort.

Soon the room was toasty and the conversation intimate. My husband walked over to Carrie and sat down close to her. I watched as he stroked her face and lifted her chin for a kiss. I sat there mesmerized by their intimacy — and my cunt felt nice and warm.

“She’s a very beautiful woman, Claudia.” I turned toward the voice, and there was Mark smiling down at me. He then added, “And you’re lovely to look at — like a Viking princess.” I’m afraid I laughed right out loud, and when he looked puzzled, I told him that I often called Larry my wild Viking lover.

Mark extended his hand and led me to one of the bedrooms upstairs. While we were en route, Lydia and George got up and walked behind us. I was glad that George would be there with us — he has such a beautiful cock, and I wanted to watch him fuck Lydia.

As I went up the stairs, I looked back down and saw Larry lying on top of Carrie on the couch. They were murmuring to each other and beginning to remove each other’s clothes.

Lydia and Mark’s bedroom was gigantic. The bed was king-size and would accommodate the four of us easily. George guided Lydia to the bed and Mark motioned to me to sit on a big, pillowy chair.

He removed my shoes and bent down to caress my feet. “I love the feel of silk stockings,” he said and rubbed them harder. Slowly he moved his hands higher up my legs, kissing me all the way. I parted my thighs a little and sank lower in the chair.

Mark’s mouth and hands were up near the hem of my dress, and he pushed it up gently. “Oh,” he whispered, “garters.” I pulled the dress off over my head and looked down at him. He saw then that I hadn’t been wearing any panties or bra, and he looked up at me with a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

His tongue touched the inside of my thigh, and it was like an electric shock. I grabbed his head and stroked his hair. It was soft and silky and a beautiful dark brown.

I looked over at George and Lydia. She had her mouth all over George’s big, dark cock. I watched as she grasped his balls and stroked his shaft, all the while licking him lustfully.

Speaking of tongues, Mark had his buried deep in my cunt. My attention was back on our lovemaking, and I pushed my pussy into his sucking mouth. Mark stroked and lapped at my clitoris, and I lay back in the chair to enjoy his attentions.

My breathing quickened, and Mark grasped my thighs and pushed them wider apart. My legs were hooked over the arms of the chair. I was so open, so wet for this man, who just a few hours before had been a perfect stranger! The thought made my juices flow even faster.

Lydia was still sucking George’s cock. I knew then that I wanted to see what Mark looked like underneath his jeans, but a sweeping orgasm overtook my whole body and I pulled Mark’s face deeper into my dripping cunt. My hips bucked underneath him and I screamed out with pure animal pleasure.

Mark looked up at me and my flushed face, and I got off the chair and gave him a big hug. We both stood up and held each other. I could feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans, and I moved my hand down to caress his crotch.

“I want to suck your big dick on that bed, right now.” I turned and — nude except for my garters and stockings — stalked toward the writhing figures on the bed. Mark removed his clothing for me. He stood there for a moment, proud and naked. He was lean and hard, and his cock jutted up toward the ceiling.

“Come here,” I said as I reached for him. “I want to taste you.” Mark lay down on the bed. I looked over at George, who was in the same position as Mark — but Lydia was on top of him, riding him like crazy. She laughed and said, “It’s about time you two joined us!”

I got between Mark’s legs and bent my head toward his dick. I took it in my hands — it was hot and hard and felt like velvet. I tentatively pushed my tongue over his cock-head, and he moaned. Licking a little, nibbling, I grabbed his penis and engulfed it in one motion.

I love to suck a man’s cock — I never get tired of it. Mark was obviously enjoying it too. He looked over at his wife, who was fucking George, and held out his hand to her. It was a gentle and heartwarming gesture that I will never forget.

Up and down I licked Mark’s strong shaft. His hips were lifting up off the bed, and my pussy was wet once again. I fleetingly wondered if Larry was having a good time downstairs, but I knew that he loved fucking Carrie and that they were probably having a ball.

There was so much movement on the bed that I thought it would collapse. George was now fucking Lydia doggy-style, and she was squealing and moaning each time he thrust into her. Mark’s cock was glistening with my saliva. There was a myriad of sounds and smells in the air, and I was more turned on than ever before. I stopped sucking Mark’s cock and hopped on top of him.

Impaling myself on his long dick, I grunted with satisfaction as my pussy was totally filled. Mark’s eyes widened in surprise when I did this, but soon he was thrusting up each time I pushed down on him. My pussy was so slick with my hot cream. I humped Mark and savored the sensation of a new dick inside my cunt.

I grabbed my tits and tweaked my nipples. Mark told me that I looked so free, so uninhibited at that moment. We were fucking each other enthusiastically.

Lydia was on all fours right next to us; her cunt was stuffed with George’s cock and his hand was toying with her clitoris. George went back to holding onto her hips and banged furiously into her. I sensed that he was about to come — I knew George so well.

George pulled out of Lydia’s pussy, and his semen flew high into the air. Lydia turned around quickly, grabbed his ejaculating cock and took the second blast in her mouth. She licked every drop off George as I continued fucking her gorgeous husband.

I ground my body into Mark’s. We both had George’s and Lydia’s full attention, and they were egging us on, giving us more encouragement. All this attention, plus Mark’s hot cock in my cunt, made me come, and as my belly contracted, I moved even faster on Mark’s dick.

He picked up speed too, and through gritted teeth he said that he was about to explode. Lydia voiced her encouragement. I felt as if I was in a sports arena with the fans cheering us on!

Mark moaned and thrust up higher. He came, and I actually felt his hot liquid burst into my cunt. He kept me on his dick until he was finished. We all held each other for a while after that. Lydia got up off the bed and asked if we would like to have a nice soak in their hot tub. I thought it was a great idea, and the four of us headed down to the jacuzzi. We entered the enclosed porch and were greeted by my husband and Carrie, who were relaxing in the bubbling water. Larry had that sated look on his face, and I knew that they had had a great encounter.

That weekend was a kaleidoscope of different partners and positions. We all got on amazingly well, and I couldn’t get enough of Mark’s gorgeous cock! Since then, the six of us get together whenever possible. This summer we are all going on a cruise to the West Indies. We can all get it on underneath the sensuous caresses of the hot Caribbean sun.