For the first time in since her birth, our daughter wasn't at home. My parents had finally convinced me that putting her on a direct flight would be okay, and with a tearful wave at the excited six-year-old, we watched her board the plane for San Francisco and her grand parents for a two-week visit.
It was as if my husband Don had become a new man. We always have had a great sex life, a child didn't change that, but he suddenly couldn't get enough sex. It started in the car on the way home from the airport, with him rubbing me through my ever-increasingly damp panties while I tried to maneuver the car. I had my first orgasm as we pulled into our driveway, and I was barely inside the front door before he ripped my panties off and shoved his stiff cock deep inside me.
We fucked halfway up the stairs, in the doorway of our bedroom, on the bed, and again later in the shower. At five o'clock the next morning, he entered me from behind to start the new day.
We were "normal" people. A house in the suburbs, SUV in the driveway, PTA meetings, church committees, card games with friends, that kind of things. I'm an elementary school teacher, Don's a lawyer, and we had a great life, and we never felt as if we were missing anything. That soon changed, though.
By the third night, my drive had caught up with his. Not knowing exactly where the nerve came from, I rented a porno flick and brought it home with a bottle of wine. Halfway into the bottle, I popped the movie into the VCR and watched my husband's cock rise for the third time that night during the opening scene. He reached over and started playing with me, smearing the come from our earlier bouts all around the lips of my cunt and my clit. I just gave him a slutty smile and leaned further into the cushions of the couch, never taking my eyes off the screen.
Two couples were going at it - the men fucking the women doggie-style while the women french kissed and played with each other's tits. Watching the scene unfold in front of me, combined with my husband's ever-talented fingers, brought me to an earth shattering orgasm. When I came back down, the wine was spilled all over the front of me and Don was staring at me with a gleam in his eye.
"Does that kind of sex turn you on, Anna?"
I laughed and crawled across the couch towards him. "You touching me, turns me on. Yeah."
He put a hand on my shoulder, effectively blocking me from crawling into his oh-so ready lap. "No - the movie. Does it turn you on?" His hand moved from my shoulder to my breast, then he started to play with my nipple. "Does watching two girls kissing each other while they get fucked turn you on?"
His hand was torturing my nipple, sending a hot streak of lust straight to my pussy. "Oh yeah," I said, all inhibitions gone from the affects of the wine and my pure lust. "Yeah, it turns me on. Quit teasing me, Don. I admitted it now fuck me."
His hand snaked down my body and started teasing my clit. "Man - you're a regular little hotty tonight."
I finally pushed my way onto his lap. "Quit teasing me and fuck me."
By the time the bottle of wine was emptied, he had me convinced. I don't know how - never in a million years would I ever have thought that I would do anything like it, but I sat on the closed lid of the toilet with my legs spread while Don shaved my pussy and told me, in great detail, how much fun I was going to have that night.
Freshly shaven and still horny as hell, I let him pick the shortest skirt out of my closet, left over from Halloween two years ago when I dressed as a French maid, and a sheer blouse that I wore to work, but always with the proper camisole and suit jacket. We dug through my underwear drawer and found a black garter belt and stockings, then three inch heels came from the back of the closet, another accessory from that Halloween party. I tried to put on a bra and panties, but he stopped me with a shake of his head and a smile. Getting more excited than ever, I quickly dressed.
I'm nearly five-eight, with auburn hair and green eyes. Even after having a baby, my body stayed lean and firm, and I knew I looked good. Don who is six-three and close to two hundred pounds with dark-blonde hair and ice blue eyes watched me primp in front of the mirror and occasionally rubbed his cock. This was new territory, exciting for both of us.
By the time I was dressed, I was into the whole plan. The thought of what we were about to do turned me on so much that my nipples stayed hard during the entire drive. Unknown to me Don had gone onto the Internet several days ago and looked up local swingers clubs. He'd we found one far enough away from our house that was still close enough to drive to by nine o'clock on a Saturday night. I alternated rubbing my crotch and rubbing his cock as he maneuvered through the city.
We pulled into the parking lot, and Don hesitated before opening the car door. He looked at me in the glow of the streetlight, his eyes as serious as the day he asked me to marry him. "You look so fucking hot honey."
I leaned forward and kissed him deep. "It's been hours since I drank anything. I need a drink."
We paid the fee to a rather intimidating doorman, then went all the way into the club. I don't know what I was expecting, but understated elegance in a room furnished in creams and gold's wasn't it. There were sofas scattered around the huge room, different people sitting in various costumes while they talked and drank and ate hors d'oeuvres served by passing waiters. And then couples would get up and walk into the back or up the sweeping staircase, paired two or three at a time. Don and I paused in the entrance, not really sure what to do from this point forward. A beautiful blonde woman saw us from across the room and began to make her way towards us. She was taller than me, with breasts that beat out my humble 36B's by a long shot and she was dressed in a sheer flowing white dress. She obviously had nothing on underneath it. She stopped when she reached us and beckoned a waiter while she sized up my handsome husband.
"Hello. Welcome. My name is Diane."
We introduced ourselves while she handed us champagne in fluted glasses. "My husband is over there at the bar, if you'd care to join us." She hooked her arm through Don's while she looked me up and down with a stare that was hot enough to send a shiver through my body. I took a sip of the wine to appease my parched throat, and followed the two of them.
When we reached the bar and her husband, I swear that my mouth started watering. He was gorgeous - girlie magazine centerfold gorgeous - with long black hair that was tied back in a ponytail and dark brown eyes. He was as tall as my Don, as well built, and I suddenly looked even more forward to the evening ahead.
We sat at the bar and discussed everything from sports to the weather while we all finished our drinks. Diane couldn't keep her hands off Don, and I couldn't keep my eyes off Nathan. The longer our eyes held, the hotter I became, until, finally, Diane suggested that we find more private surroundings.
Anticipation built inside me as we walked down a long hall to a room near the end. Diane had an arm looped through Don's as they led the way, and Nathan had a hand on the small of my back, softly caressing me with his long fingers, waking up nerve endings that I didn't even know I had. My nipples were rock hard and brushing against the front of my shirt, sending little sparks of desire through my stomach every time the silk hit my skin. I was so horny that I thought I was going to erupt with need.
The second the door was closed and locked behind us, I was in Nathan's arms. His mouth attacked mine, or mine attacked his - at that point I was so turned on I couldn't tell who was taking the lead, and I suddenly found myself on my back on the bed, this drop-dead man on top of me, pushing my skirt up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and turned my head, uncrossing my eyes long enough to watch Diane pull my husband's glorious cock out of the front of his pants and slide the whole thing down her throat. My eyes widened at the sight. It had taken me years to learn how to take six of those nine wonderful inches, and she never even missed a beat swallowing the entire thing.
A hand on the inside of my thigh brought me out of the trance I'd seemed to be in watching Diane's mouth, and I returned my attention to my partner, who was smiling down at my hairless pussy. I was wet enough that he easily slipped a finger into me and began to move it, torturing me with the slow pace while his other finger ran small circles around my clit. I was hot...hotter than I'd ever been in my life, and in seconds an orgasm flooded through my system. Without hesitating Nathan ripped his pants off, freeing a cock that made me squirm with need. It was as long as Don's, but thicker, and the thought of that thing filling me up almost made me have another orgasm.I reached out and grabbed it, my hand barely able to wrap around it. With a grin I spread my legs further and guided it home. He whipped his shirt off, braced his hands on either side of my head, and drove into me as hard as he could.
I let out a scream that should have brought the house down, instead, Nathan just grinned down at me with those wicked eyes while I locked my legs behind him and helped him set a frantic pace.
I forgot the other two in the room as he pounded into me, over and over, sending me towards an orgasm that I didn't even know a human was capable of having and still survive. It washed over me, flooding every sense, every nerve until I was one throbbing mass of pussy being pierced by cock. And it went on and on until with a shout of his own, he ground himself into me poured his hot come out, filling my channel.
His arms were trembling and with a laugh he gave me a quick kiss before rolling off me. I could barely breathe, let alone move, until I heard the unmistakable sound of Don coming. His breathing was rapid, he was making a low groaning sound in the back of his throat, and when I finally got my strength back enough to turn my head, I saw him clutching Diane's hair and fucking her face with thrusts that could have matched what Nathan had just given me.
Diane stared up at him, a ghost of a smile on her face while she held onto his cock with one hand and fingered herself with her other. Then with one final thrust, his butt clenched and he held his cock in the back of her throat while he pumped his sperm into her mouth. His come was so strong that some leaked out of the corner of her mouth, but she sucked the rest right down, licked his shaft up and down one more time, then sat back and licked her lips.
"Hmmmm," she said, wiping the trail of come off her chin and licking her finger. Then, taking her eyes of my husband, she looked towards me, catching me watching them.
Then something happened that I hadn't anticipated, had no time to prepare for. One minute she was kneeling on the floor by the bed, the next she was between my legs. The tongue that had just worked my husband into an orgasmic frenzy started lapping at my cunt, and I was so shocked, so suddenly turned on by it, that I did nothing to stop her. She sucked her husband's come out of me, licked me from my asshole to the top of my clit, then back down again. I was in a frenzy. Don was good at this, really good, but he had nothing on this woman. Almost immediately, I neared an orgasm, and she backed off, licking and nipping at the insides of my thighs until my body calmed down again. Then she slowly went back at it.
The bed next to my head shifted, and I turned my head to find the tip of Nathan's cock by my mouth. With a hunger that surprised me, I opened my mouth and lifted my head, taking as much of him in as I could. I could taste myself on him, and instead of revolting me it spurred me to take him deeper and deeper. Before I knew how I did it, he was sliding down the back of my throat and my nose hit his pubic hair. I cupped his balls with one hand and kept my head still, letting him set the rhythm to fuck my face.
I felt and heard Diane moan, so I opened my eyes and saw my husband behind her, gripping her hips and slamming into her as if his life depended on it. Watching that beautiful cock glistening with another woman's juices sent me to the brink of another orgasm, and I inadvertently squeezed Nathan's balls and sucked him harder, urging him faster.
Diane shoved two fingers into my pussy, toyed with my anal opening, and at the same time, sucked hard on my clit. The orgasm burst all around me and I screamed around Nathan's cock, which was pumping furiously into he ripped it out of my mouth and sprayed his come all over my face and breasts.
I was still coming, and I grabbed Diane's hair and ground my pussy into her face. I kept my eyes open, watching my husband, and could tell that he was on the brink of another orgasm himself.
Then Diane started moaning, her fingers moving in and out of me so fast that they were a blur. I was so sensitive, almost to the point that I couldn't take it any more, when she screamed and shoved back against Don as hard as she could. The feel of her pussy contracting with her own orgasm must have been enough to send Don over the edge, and the three of us came together in frenzy.
Soon we were all laying on the bed, unable to move, sucked dry. There was a hand clutching one of my breasts, another on my calf, and somehow my own hand was resting on Diane's pussy where I could feel the evidence of hers and Don's orgasms slowly seeping out. I had never been so sated, so sexually content in my entire life.
Three days later, our daughter returned. School started the next week, and life returned to normal. We still had our PTA meetings, our card games with friends, our "normal" life. And we never mentioned that night again. Oh, but we both remembered. And there were nights when it was on both our minds, when the sex between us went for hours and hours, neither one of us able to get enough of the other when we remembered what it was like.
The next year, at Don's Christmas party, we ran into Diane and Nathan again...