One of the wildest stories I have involved getting booked for a swinger’s party. It remains my only time that I was hired for anything more than a 1 on 1 with a lady or for a session with the couple.
The couple who organised the party, let’s call them Mr A and Mrs A, lived in a nice bungalow just outside of town. They were in their late 40s and they’ve been swinging for a while. They had the big house to themselves and they didn’t have kids. Mr A was an average looking man but kept himself fit. He had a good height of about 1.75m and broad shoulders.
Mrs A was a slim lady who looked like a tai tai who had a lot of time for spin class and yoga. A bit of a resting bitch face which only accentuated her sharp, angular features.
They approached me on a website and told me of their plans – Mr A wanted to plan a swingers party to celebrate his missus’ birthday and what better way to do it than a mini orgy.
They intended to have a few couples including themselves and about 2-3 other women join the party. They spared little expense – they bought nice wines and cheeses, catered some food and yes, even splashed the cash to have me available through the night to offer any woman a sensual massage in a private room, with bathroom, on the ground floor.
I was pretty chuffed to be there but was also nervous at the prospect of being the only single man at this party. I arrived in the evening and there were 2 other couples there, drinking wine and getting comfortable in their ample living room. Everyone were laughing and hands were getting everywhere.
Soon enough, everyone was there. Everything was a blur and I struggled to catch everyone’s names. There were people of every race and size and with everyone boozed up, some started kissing and removing each other’s clothes. I didn’t know who were whose partners, but I could tell who the single ladies were as they often felt shy and on the outside of the whole experience.
“This gentleman here is our ‘on demand’ yoni masseur,” Mr A said to everyone as all eyes turned to me.
“He will be in that room if any ladies would want a sensual massage by him,” he informed while signaling me with his eyes for me to retreat to my room to get the job done. In came B, one of the shy ladies I saw who seemed a little out of place at the orgy. She wore spectacles and was in a loose sun dress. Sweet nerdy girl next door vibes.
We spoke for a bit to get her comfortable.
“Is this your first time at an orgy?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Well I’ve been in group sessions but nothing this big,” I said to comfort her a little.
We made some jokes and I asked if she wanted that massage. She shyly said yes. I offered to take off her dress for her and I was very pleasantly surprised. Under her loose dress was a curvy body that I was just dying to touch after I laid eyes on them. Firm C cups and a little nice baby fat all over her body.
I undressed myself and laid her naked body down to start the massage. A few minutes into my Swedish massage, B turned from shy girl next door to gyrating hottie in heat. Some brushes against her taut vulva and firm grips around her soft hips got her cooing and trembling at my touch.
Just as I was about to begin the yoni massage, someone knocked on the door softly. We both turned our heads to see Mrs A, our hostess, peek in. “Can I come in?”
Who were we to say no to our hostess? B was a bit nervous but I just whispered to her to close her eyes and enjoy the sensations.
“Don’t mind me, I just wanna watch and play with myself,” said Mrs A.
I could looking a bit anxious. She clearly was wet and enjoyed herself but was I’ve seen this anxiety in ladies – when there is a third party (often their husbands) watching.
“Am I making you nervous?” Mrs A asked us both. I was alright but B coyly said, “A little bit.”
“Maybe this will make things better,” Mrs A replied.
She went over to make out with B and sparks flew immediately. Both ladies were having a great time and B started relaxing while she got her g-spot pleasured and her mouth fed with Mrs A’s lips. I sensed B getting close to orgasm and said “Oh B, you wanna cum for me eh?”
Mrs A sensed it too and shifted places. She, being the dom she was, moved to take her place on top of B. Now I was facing 2 pussies in front of me – one in missionary and the other, doggie. My fingers from my right hand were in B, but with my free left hand, I plunged my fingers into Mrs A. She gasped as I quickened the pace.
“I’m.. cum.. i’m gonna.. cumming” B panted as she could hardly speak. Mrs A firmly planted her tongue in B’s mouth as the latter tightened up her body. Waves of pleasure shot through B, so much so that I felt her clenching hard on my fingers, over and over again.
Mrs A wanted in on the action too. She wagged her small bum at me and before I knew it, my fingers from my left hand were in her while my right was below in B. Both ladies were gyrating back against me in unison, all dying for their next orgasmic fix. I teased Mrs A by rubbing a free finger against her tight anus. To my surprise, she bucked back. She wanted her ass filled too, that slut. I slid my wet finger into her ass which slipped in smooth like butter.
“I want to see you fuck her,” Mrs A said, with authority. Out came all my fingers and my throbbing dick was now rested against the crest of B’s vulva. Mrs A turned around with her hungry face deep in B’s and my crotch. She wasted no time by grabbing my dick, giving my pre-cum a lick and slid it into B’s sopping wet cunt.
B felt like heaven and B sounded like she was on cloud nine as Mrs A muffled B’s cries by sitting on her sweet face. I kept my thrusts deep and slow so that Mrs A could periodically remove my cock and clean out B’s creamy juices from it.
“My turn,” Mrs A said with a devilish grin. She pushed me back on the bed and plunged herself onto my cock. She fucked with wild abandon, seemingly possessed by succubus. I didn’t have a care in the world as B was next to me, lashing her tongue against mine in pure ecstacy.
And then Mrs A stopped for a moment. I couldn’t see what was going on but I felt her lift herself up and reposition herself on me. It felt tight, with some resistance. And then a quick stroke down as Mrs A’s small butt slammed against my balls.
“Uurrrrrhhhhhh” A gutteral moan filled the room. It was a mix of pain and pleasure by Mrs A. She just slid herself down on my cock, taking me full to the hilt, all in her tight ass.
She started slow but slowly built a rhythm. B stopped kissing me just to take in the sights. My cock was rock hard and upright as Mrs A ground her ass down on it, while her juices were flowing from her gaping pussy.
It only took 5 minutes. I couldn’t take it any more and the 2 ladies could see it in my face. With my left hand I pulled B in tight to kiss me, while my right gripped Mrs A’s slender hips for dear life. My hard cock spewed copious amounts of cum deep into Mrs A’s ripe ass as she tightened up to extract every last drop of my cream.
After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled herself away with a plop as my spent dick laid against my stomach with cum still dribbling out. Mrs A’s asshole was red and sore, with a little bit of cum spilling out. With a mischievous grin, she blew a kiss at us both and walked out with loads of my cum lodged deep in her butt.
B and I were spent, and in each other’s arms, giving gentle kisses to cool each other down.
*knock knock*
We both looked up, and another one of the married ladies came in. “Is it too late for me to get a massage?”
I had no energy left to muster. This was going to be a loooonnnggg night.
Thank you so much everyone for your support! Work has been murder and I haven’t had time to finish this story that was in my draft for months.
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