Danny loaned him a couple more the following week and was a bit ‘over excited’ telling me how much Brad had enjoyed watching them…. with his wife and my friend Dianne!
Then, a couple of weeks later, Dianne called when Danny was working away for three days; and knowing this seemed to make her questions even more naughty; talking to me about my husbands porn stash, and eventually confessing that I did ‘play with myself,’ when I was alone, watching them or reading his mucky mags; she took a breath and told me that she and Brad were having a party on Friday; for ‘selected like minded’ friends ; and “all her friends wear stockings too; it was actually a prerequisite,” then her voice got huskier, and after somehow reeling me into her web, said “we are all swingers…. do you know what that means?”
I sort of said yes, and she responded gleefully, “does that shock you?”
As I was already over half way into a bottle of wine and squirming on the sofa due to her questioning, I replied “No…. I guess… not really.”
“please tell me you and your husband will come…. it’ll be great fun, will you come?”
“I guess I will have to ask him….. but….. I’m…. intrigued…. I suppose…. yes… I’d love to, but I don’t know about Danny.”
“Jesus yes!” He almost shouted that night during our phone call,when I confessed that we’d felt each others legs and Dianne had invited us to ‘special’ party, although I failed to mention the ‘like-minded’ part in any detail.
He was away in France for the next few days and wouldn’t be home until late Thursday night; so I presumed he would be wanking himself silly every night at the prospect of a party at Brad’s house; I know that I was doing something similar in his absence…. reading his dirty magazines until well after midnight each night.
I’d bought a slinky black dress that had a bustierre style top and a flared skirt that ended about four inches above my knees, underneath I wore a sexy black uplift bra that pushed my 32b boobs right up; a pair of matching black French knickers, a six strap suspender belt that held up a pair of 15 denier black seamed stockings and my best shiny black heels; plus I had on bright red lipstick.
“Shit!” Danny gasped when I walked into the living room, “what kind of party is this?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I teased; “but I’m prepared for every eventuality. What about you?”
“Wow…. I don’t know…. I wasn’t…. expecting…. anything like that.” Danny waved his hand up and down as I did a twirl.
“Still want to go?” I asked, sensing his nervousness, “because I do.”
A sly grin lit up his face “I’m in!”
Danny was suspiciously quiet on the taxi ride, but kept glancing at me and grinning, leaving me in some doubt as to what he really knew about Brad’s parties and what I knew too.
Brad greeted us at the door of their large detached house in a swish part of town; greeting both of us with a bear hug, but twirled me round to see me from front and back then playfully tapped my arse as he hugged me.
My heart was racing as he led us into the palatial living room; and it went even faster when I saw another two couples already there with Dianne. All three women were wearing very sexy dresses; Dianne’s was a white halter style, with a deep V that showed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the skirt was short enough to show part of the welt of her stockings.
A short haired woman called Margaret in glasses was wearing a transparent blouse and a see-through bra with a short red skirt and tan stockings, which also showed the welt plus knee high red boots.
The other woman; Karen who had a big perm and large ‘Diedre’ glasses I’d seen at the golf club was wearing a wrap over dress that showed lots of cleavage too; and was loose enough that every time she moved you could see her stockings.
Danny was like a dog with two tails as we were introduced to everyone and cocktails were supplied.
The introductions took a while as everyone had lots of questions for Danny and I; some of which were probing to see if we knew what we were actually getting into.
I think I did know; and Danny had to use all of his self control to stop his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a Labrador.
Satisfied that we weren’t going to run away screaming when Dianne confirmed that they were Swingers; and she was convinced that we could keep a secret.
After a couple of large cocktails, music was put on and as if by magic, Brad and a stocky man with permed hair called Lee somehow manoeuvred me into a corner where their hands casually caressed my arse as they complemented me on my outfit. When I didn’t object they became more brazen running their hands up my dress and across my boobs, as they made small talk occasionally squeezing them which made me gasp.
I’d never been in a position like this metaphorically or in reality before, so didn’t know how to react as they slid my dress up to my hips revealing my sexy underwear to the room…. and my husband too, if he hadn’t had his back to me ogling Dianne’s tits which were now on show as she sat on the other man; Rob’s knee who was fondling and jiggling them.
When Lee went to get more drinks, Brad slid his hand inside my French knickers then whispered, “Hairy?” I nodded as he ran his fingers through my pubes, “I’ve not seen a hairy quim in years…. Dianne and the others all shave.”
I’d seen this in films; but never considered it.
“Should I shave mine?” I innocently replied as his finger found its way into my slit, making me gasp again.
“It’s not necessary…. like everything else; it’s all up to you what you do.”
His finger delved deeper until he was nearly lifting me up onto tip toes; which made Lee raise his eyebrows when he returned with the drinks.
He placed the drinks on a table nearby and went behind where he wrapped his arms around me to grope my tits while Brad continued fingering me, while touching my clit with his palm and gently kissed my neck.
Brad especially smelled amazing; whatever cologne he used must have been very expensive as it totally captivated me; and I was soon rocking my hips and arse with the rhythm and could feel Lee pressing his cock against my arse as he alternated between caressing my tits and roughly juggling them.
“Have you ever been fucked by two men at once…. spit roasted?” Brad whispered.
I shook my head.
“Would you like to?”
I didn’t answer immediately, then nodded nervously.
“What would your husband think?” Lee asked, “would he want to watch?”
I pretty much thought I knew the answer; and looked across the room to see Dianne now without her dress or knickers, and only wearing a very sexy ivory corset with 8 straps holding up her FF stockings, was on bouncing on the other mans’ cock while she sucked Danny’s cock and the women were sitting nearby kissing and fingering each other.
“Should we take your dress off?” Lee asked as he pulled the zip down and eased it off without waiting for my reply.
“Do you want to go upstairs; or stay down here?” Brad grinned as he popped my boobs out of my bra and began suckling my stiff nipples then handed me my drink which I gulped down.
I wasn’t sure what Lee was doing behind me until I felt his cock push between my legs and see-saw against the gusset of my sodden knickers.
“Upstairs or here?” Brad repeated as my knickers were being eased down my legs.
Shaking with nervousness and excitement I looked across at my husband who was now lying naked on a fluffy sheepskin rug with Margaret slowly riding his cock and Dianne sitting on his face rubbing her pussy across his nose and mouth, while Karen and Margaret’s husband were lying nearby in a 69.
“Here.” I mouthed.
“Take your knickers and bra off, then.” Brad grinned and stepped back to watch the show as I unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor, then wriggled out of my knickers and playfully kicked them away.
“Get on your knees.” Lee whispered quite firmly and took my arm to guide me down. He stepped around me and was now naked with a big swinging dick which he tapped my face with, “take it all like a good girl.” He sniggered as Brad quickly took his clothes.
Lee’s cock was visibly longer than my husbands and went straight to the back of my throat with one thrust as soon as I parted my lips, which made me gag.
“Lee!” Brad chided his friend, “be gentle for fucks sake… we don’t want to break her!” Both men laughed as I caught my breath only for Brad to turn my face towards his cock which I eagerly took into my mouth and began sucking it like a lollipop.
“See… that’s the way to do it…. treat her nice and see how she repays you.” Which made them both laugh again, before stroking my tender tits and hair while I alternated between cocks, sucking one while I wanked the other just like I’d seen girls do in my husband’s porn collection.
Part of me didn’t care that I was sucking two strangers’ cocks in a room full of people; but another part of me was now a wanton exhibitionist that wanted everyone including my husband to watch me.
Soon I was getting 4 or 5 inches of both men’s cock-heads in my mouth which brought a clap from Dianne and the other man who were standing close by watching us.
My mind was a blur now and I was totally in their hands as the men led me to an armchair which Brad sat on then waved for me to turn around to sit on his cock with my back to him. I sensitively complied, slowly lowering myself onto his long hard cock until I ‘bottomed out’ with a long satisfying sigh.
Lee stood in front of me and offered his cock again, which I gleefully took in my mouth and began sucking fiercely as Brad began roughly fucking me with deep hard thrusts, while groping my swinging tits.
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