Message-ID: <6963eli$9803161631@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Bookman Archives Subject: RP: Couples -- Vic & Judith orgy Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: readebks@wolfenet.COM Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <350C69CE.7471@wolfenet.com> (Note: I am not the author, only the archivist. The following story contains themes of explicit sex. If you're not old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.) *** Couples: Vic and Judith by RAM "This guy and his wife like to have 'key parties,'" Emily said. "The guys toss their keys into a pile and the women pull out a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys." "What? They don't really do it that way, do they?" I asked her. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I have read, and dreamed, about these things but I have never believed that they were true. I thought that people were just telling stories; wishful thinking, I'd say. Now my wife, barely 28, was having me meet one of these "key" people. Apparently, when I had talked of these things to Emily, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I imagine that she herself was turned on by the thoughts, especially, knowing that I might give her approval to fuck other men. "They call themselves 'swingers,'" Emily said. I have never heard the term used like that before. A swinger, I thought, was someone "hip," like an art lover, a pot smoker, a musician. The term seemed strange to me. The moment is here. There's a guy in my living room, saying "Let me show you a picture of my wife." As he pulls it out of his pocket, I hope that it will be of a naked woman. I look; it isn't. It is an ordinary photo of a demure and respectable looking blonde woman in a modest dress. I am mildly disappointed. What did I expect? I am not disappointed with her appearance; in fact, she looks nice and innocent. But I presumed that people who did these things, if they really existed, "swingers" would be an exhibitionistic bunch and not mind posing for the camera. After all, I have taken naked pictures of Emily. No, Vic's wife's appearance does not disappoint me; she was a woman I would turn my head to look at if I saw her on the street; she was pretty and her shape, visible in an A-line dress, was nice. Vic said that his wife, Judith, is 30 years old, same as me. I just thought that she would look like a slut. We chat a little bit about who we are. Vic is a salesman; he talks like it, kind of jaunty, with a forced, slightly nervous aggressiveness. "Would you like to go to a swinging party?" he asks us. He tries to prepare us by telling us that sometimes you meet weird people at these things, but I do not pay too much attention. As far as I am concerned, swingers are all weird, but that's okay with me because I am imagining myself with his blonde wife. We meet Vic and Judith at their house. Emily gets in their car with Vic; Judith gets in mine and we all drive off to the swinging party downtown. Appropriately, I think, we ride with each other's spouses. After all, that's what swingers do! I feel very progressively modern, very hip, so the term seems to be fitting. Judith is very nice, too. She is also very pretty, better looking than the stiff photo Vic showed us. She has soft, nicely combed blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale white skin. A genuine blonde. She is about 5'4, 110. We are let into an apartment by a guy that Vic knows. There are already three couples seated at a table eating dinner. The guy invites us to join them, but the four of us decline, seeing that we have come just a bit early. We help ourselves to drinks at the little buffet bar. I sit on the couch with Judith, and Emily sits on the love seat with Vic. Soon enough, the dinner ends and several more people show up. The living room is very dark and I do not immediately notice that traffic is going in and out of the back room. I assume that people are going to the bathroom, or just finding a private place to talk. I am not aware that any swinging is going on until a pretty brunette, sitting on the couch at my side, speaks to me, saying "Some of the women go back there and just stay there." I am startled by her words. I look around for Judith. She had disappeared into the back room and has been gone quite a while. I hadn't paid notice until this moment, that she has not returned. I feel somewhat abandoned. I thought, somehow, that Judith was with me. I turn my head and look at the woman sitting at my side. "Do you know Gil?" she asks me. I shake my head. "He's the guy that has these parties. This is his place. He owns a restaurant." She mentions the name; I have heard of it. While she is speaking, a naked man walks out from the back room. "Oh, there he is," my talk companion exclaims. He is the first totally naked person I've seen tonight. I realize that it is probably time for me to take my clothes off. There is a fat guy there who has stripped off only down to his shorts. So, taking the cue from him, I do the same. His wife, a chubby blonde, who earlier, at the dinner table, I recall, referred to someone they were talking about as "a prude," is in the middle of the living room floor, dancing by herself, wearing a negligee of a non-prudish sort that tops off at the middle of her thighs. Her legs are nice and chubby. She keeps looking at me, smiling at me, and I think that perhaps she wants me to dance with her, or more. I am enticed, but I am still nervous about this whole swing thing. When Judith comes out from the back room, I feel a sort of loyalty to her and put the chubby blonde out of my mind. I am happy to see Judith. Judith is wearing a Frederick's type of slip, which shows a lot but nevertheless is more modest than the totally naked guy. I appreciate her discretion. One of the women who was dining earlier when we arrived is stretched out on the floor totally naked. I am mildly shocked at see her like that. She had seemed so respectable and now she is there on display for everyone to see. I have never seen an American woman totally naked in front of a group of people. I have been in a lot of fucking situations by myself, and with Emily, but they have always involved me, or us, alone, and only once with another woman. Vic walks over to Emily and extends his hand to her. She takes it, and allows him to lead her off to the back room. As she leaves, trailing a step behind Vic, she looks over at me as if she is reluctant, perhaps checking my reaction. She is unsure, I guess. I give her a wave, and call out "Have fun," to encourage her. When she sees that I am not objecting to what she is about to do, she too disappears into the back where people, I suppose, are doing it. I want my wife to have fun because I want to have fun with Judith. That is what swingers do, isn't it? Judith sits next to me, and I am squashed between two sexy women on the couch, their bare thighs pressing against mine. I feel my cock hardening; I am dripping. I am glad that I have left my shorts on. After a moment, the other woman, perhaps thinking that I have reserved myself for Judith, excuses herself and moves off to anther corner of the room and talks to another guy. After a few minutes, Judith stands; she takes my hand, saying, "Come on, let's get you into the party!" She leads me off, willingly, to the back room. I enter the room behind her, hoping to see Emily there with Vic but we are the only ones in the room. Apparently, there is more than one bedroom. Out of sight of the others, my courage returns; I pull down my shorts and step out of them. I approach Judith; I put my hands on the straps of her slip down over her shoulders. It drops to the floor and Judith stands totally exposed before me. She is slim, very white, and soft to the touch. Her tits hang, droop really, just a little bit stretched out, but nicely, I think. She is the first woman I have ever been with, except Honey Bee, with tits that hang very low like that. I reach down and lift them in my hands, bringing their nipples up to my lips. I realize that I can actually kiss both her nipples at the same time because her tits are so long and stretchy. She sees what I am doing. "I can kiss them, too," Judith says, and pulls up one of her breasts to her mouth and sucks her own nipple. I am impressed with her lasciviousness. I try to push her back onto the bed to fuck her; instead, she sits on the edge of the bed, refusing to fall onto her back. "No, not now!" she says. "Not yet!" For a moment, I am startled, fearing rejection, a constant problem all of my life, the fear of being denied. But, before I get a chance to wallow in alarm, she drops to her knees in front of me. "I want to suck you first." She takes my cock in her mouth. Judith sucks me with enthusiasm, with great experience. I have not had my cock in many American women's mouths, and I am greatly pleased with her. Except for Emily, the other American women that have sucked me have not done so for any great length of time. Nor, have they been of the Honey Bee, or Emily, high- quality sucking level. My wife is very good at sucking, I know. And, Honey Bee, the notorious Japanese prostitute of my youth, a woman who I calculated once had sucked over 20,000 cocks, has always been the gauge which I use to judge the quality of blow jobs. Judith is in that esteemed cock sucking class. Adding to my feelings is my knowledge that she has already been back here, perhaps with more than one guy, and had probably sucked their cocks, too. The thought of Judy sucking multiple cocks makes me ooze. I take hold of her head and cradle it softly as she sucks my dripping stiff dick. I hold it steady, and fuck into her face. I love the idea that another man's wife is actually sucking my cock like she likes it! And I love the idea that this woman's husband is nearby. What does Vic think about Judith sucking other men's cocks? For a brief moment, a vision of Emily with Vic crosses my mind. She might be doing the same thing with him as I am with his wife. After five minutes of Judith's sucking, we go 69 on the bed, lying on our sides, hanging onto each other's hips, our heads bobbing in passionate appreciation of each other's genitals. Her pussy is delicious; her genuine blonde pubic hair is silky soft; I thoroughly lick her pussy, her lips, her insides, her thighs, enjoying myself immensely. I let my tongue run into her asshole, too; that seems to turn her on even more, and she reciprocates, licking my balls, running her tongue under them, and propelling her whirling tongue into my asshole. We lick at each other's brown holes this way for several minutes. Finally, unable to stand much more, I climb onto her. She hooks her ankles over my shoulders; I fuck her hard, our stomachs make great sounding slap noises when our mutual thrusts meet. Judith is very agile. I have never fucked a woman who can twist her body like she is doing, balancing herself with her heels on my shoulders while her hips pump at my cock. I shoot my wad, a big one, into her; I look at her face as I come; it's what I like to do; I always do that with Emily, too, when I unload in her. Judith grimaces; no smiles on her face; it is contorted, she grits her teeth, her brow is furrowed, her eyes are tightly shut. I fall on top of her. After a moment, she tells me, quietly, "I can't breathe." I roll off. Judith takes a towel that has been thoughtfully located on the bed and wipes my cock off. With the same towel, she wipes herself off, too. She grins at me; then she jumps up and disappears back into the living room. I follow behind her, like a meek, grateful puppy dog, following his master. As I enter the living room, Judith is leaving with another guy who had not been there earlier. I just dropped my load in her pussy; I feel slightly rejected, I am just an orgasm tool for her. More people arrive. There is a fat dark guy, still wearing his clothes, talking to a naked Vic. The fat guy has a woman with him. Vic appears somewhat agitated about the guy's presence. "Every thing okay?" I ask Vic, when he leaves the guy sitting on the couch and comes and stands by me. "That guy showed up," Vic says. "The asshole said that he was going to call before he came to the party. Now, he's here. I know why he did it. He knew that I might say no. So, you know what the prick did? He got the address from our babysitter and just came on over uninvited. I told him that he had to have a woman to get into the party. So, he went to a bar and picked one up. He said she wanted to come, but she's not a swinger! She's just his ticket to get in. The guy's a jerk; I'm sorry to say that I work with him." I look at the woman. She doesn't look bad; she is about 45, 5'8, 135, and is going around looking at everybody, most of whom were naked, exclaiming, "My, my, isn't this a nice party," and stuff like that. I think she is drunk. After a few minutes Vic cools down and, apparently, decides to make the best of it. He goes over to his friend's pickup girlfriend and asks her to dance. As they dance, Vic totally naked and she clothed, Vic begins removing her clothes. The woman obliges by making exaggerated dancing movements that allow him to remove her clothing while they are dancing. It is fun watching them. First, her blouse comes off. Then her skirt, which she kicks off. Then her slip, leaving her in bra and panties. Vic grinds his hips into her and she grinds back, like a burlesque queen. Vic leaves her to go to the bathroom. As soon as he disappears, his place is taken by the chubby blonde's fat husband who moves in on the woman. The pickup woman, now naked except for bra and panties, unhesitatingly dances with him. Her own behavior has made her hot and she is rubbing her crotch into the fat guy's cock. He undoes her bra, and then follows up by pulling down her panties. They fall into each other's arms, her tits pressing into his fat chest, and continue dancing, cunt to cock. Their lips meet and you can almost see their tongues working in each other's mouths. They are still at it, hot and heavy, when Vic comes back and sees that the woman he has primed is now generously donating her aroused charms to another man. . Vic gets mad. "Hey, Fatty," he calls the guy. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" The chubby blonde's husband says something about "look-who's talking" because Vic is not really slim- and-trim either. Although the fat guy looks kind of scared and reluctant, he and Vic square off with each other, almost moving in a circle, reluctantly sizing each other up. The host comes out of the back room, apparently being disturbed by another party goer. I hear him angrily muttering, "Jesus Christ," and, "I invited a bunch of teenagers." He steps in front of Vic. "I think you should leave," he says. Since Vic was not a dinner guest, I suppose that he has to go, rather than the fat guy. While Vic retrieves Judith from the back room, Emily and I put on our clothes. I regret leaving, but since we came to the party with them, the four of us all head out the door. And, that is the end of our first swinging party. But, our evening is not over. We follow Vic and Judith to their house. As soon as we get there, we disrobe and the four of us sit on their couch. At the right end of the couch, Judith plays with my cock; at the left end, I observe my wife and Vic. Emily is sitting at his left; her head is in his lap. She is sucking his cock! It is the only time I have ever seen her with another man. She is sucking his big cock slowly and with quiet relish. My wife sucks good, I know. Vic is leaning back against the armrest, his right arm extended over the back of the couch, his head bent down, looking down at my wife's head servicing his fat cock, watching her lips slide over his bulging cock head, making it disappear, then watching her take half of its length into her mouth. Judith continues to masturbate me. While she does, I play with her long hanging breasts. She looks at me as if to gauge my reaction to her body. "They embarrass me," she tells me. "I like them," I say. "You do?" "Yes, I do. They are so manipulable!" "Do you want to go into the bedroom?" she asks. "Yes," I answer, grateful for her suggestion, because I am slightly embarrassed being in the same room with my wife while she is sucking another guy. It excites me, but I feel embarrassed watching my wife with another man's cock in her mouth. I feel guilty. In the bedroom, Judith stands at the end of the bed. She looks at me, a smile on her face. Now that I am alone with Judith, with her looking at me, ready to have sex with me, I don't feel guilty. But, I am slightly nervous. "What do you do?" I ask her, like I am in a whorehouse. She answers, "Oh, almost anything." "Have you ever taken it in the ass?" "Yes," she answers, slightly hesitantly, I think. "How did it feel?" I ask her . "It felt okay. But, afterwards I felt as if I had to shit continuously. But, all-in-all, I enjoyed it. But, I'd rather do something else!" I do not want to fuck her in the ass, so I screw up my courage and overwhelm my self-consciousness and say what I feel. "I really enjoyed being sucked." She goes down on me. In the dark room, against the background light of the hallway, I watch her blonde silhouetted head give me a first-class bobbing head blow job. I feel her slut mouth tugging enthusiastically at my knob; I hear her wonderful sounds, her slurps caressing my ears, her wet velvet lips softly munching away on my shiny knob. Against the backdrop light pouring through the open doorway I see her spit and my semen glistening on her hands. I get really large; it matches my courage. "I want to fuck you dogstyle." I am intent on getting my favorite sexual action with this terrific innocent looking blonde slut wife. Judith moves up on the bed; she goes to her knees; her elbows and forearms are on the bed, her face in the pillow. I take my final assault position, on my knees behind her. I grip her wonderful white globes with my hands. I insert my cock into her well lubricated pussy; I survey the terrain of her heart-shaped ass, then up through the isthmus of her small waist, and up over her back to her shoulder blades, and finally to the ridges of her small white shoulders. I begin the final campaign; I grip her by her hips; I thrust back and forth; like heavy artillery, my hips pound against her beautiful white ass. I explode; it's an unstoppable gusher; I overflow her receptacle pussy. In total surrender, she falls onto her stomach. I fall on top of her, squashing her to the bed, victoriously squeezing my last shots into her interior, bringing her to a shuddering stop. An unrecordable long moment passes. I roll off of her onto my back. In unconditional surrender, she slides down on my soft cock and submissively licks our fuck juices from my cock. She curls up at my hips; my victorious spent cock wilts and drips its last bit of semen in her mouth. Our breathing fills the room. We return to the living room. I expect to find my wife and Vic still at it, but they are absent. Judith and I sit back down and look at each other's naked bodies. I hear Emily's voice, an orgasmic song wafting from the hallway, "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" "She really gets into it," Judith comments, hearing Emily's wail. I too, am also impressed with my wife's wantonness. I have experienced many firsts tonight, and hearing my wife being brought off by another man really turns me on. I am determined that I will take advantage of her hot pussy and experience this lustful fun again, and again, and again! The back room sounds ebb. My naked wife returns with Vic; they are holding hands. He just fucked my wife, I think. The thought makes my cock twitch. "How was my wife?" Vic asks. His question embarrasses me, making me wonder if I should say something like, "Your wife is a real cock sucking slut," but I weasel out of expressing my emotions. "I really enjoyed it," I lamely say. Emily and I get dressed and say good night to our naked hosts. "Wait'll you get home," Vic announces. "You're gonna fuck like you never fucked before." I wonder what he means. We get back to our house. I learn what Vic's parting words to us meant. Emily and I fuck until daybreak. My wife sucks my cock like she has never sucked it before. She takes me to the very end and sucks my cock until it is just a shriveled, dried up little Vienna sausage. Swinging has made us better fuckers. We have found our calling. *** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |