“This guy and his wife love the key parties,” Emily said. “The boys throw the keys in 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 that, do they? I was curious, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed of these things, but I never thought they were true. I thought people were just telling stories; desirable thought, I would say. My wife, just 28 years old, made me meet one of these “key” people. Apparently, when I talked about these things with Emily, I made an impression, and because Emily has a sexy pussy, I guess she herself was blinded by thoughts, especially, knowing that I could give her approval to fuck other men.

“They’re called “swingers,” Emily said. I’ve never heard the term used that way. A swinger, I thought, was someone “hip”, like an art lover, a pot smoker, a musician. The term seemed strange.

The moment is here. There’s a guy in my living room who says, “Let me show you a picture of my wife.” As she pulls it out of her pocket, I hope she’ll be a naked woman. Look, it’s not. It is an ordinary photograph of a blonde woman of demure appearance and respectable in a modest dress. I’m slightly disappointed. What did I expect? I am not disappointed in his appearance; In fact, she looks pretty and innocent. But I assume that people who did these things, if they really existed, “swingers” would be an exhibitionist group and not lying in pose for the camera. After all, I made naked photos of Emily. No. Vic’s wife’s appearance does not disappoint me; She was a woman who wanted my head to see if I saw her on the street; She was pretty and her shape, visible in an A-line dress, was beautiful. Vic said his wife, Judith, is 30, like me. I just thought she was a whore.

Let’s talk about who we are. Vic is a seller; It speaks like this, a kind of jealousy, with a forced and slightly nervous aggression.

“You want to go to a swinging party,” she asks. He tries to prepare us by telling us that sometimes you meet strange people at these things, but I don’t pay too much attention. As far as I’m concerned, swingers are all weird, but it’s okay for me because I’m imagining myself with her blonde wife.

Meet Vic and Judith at their house. Emily enters the car with Vic; Judith comes into mine and we all go to the swinging party downtown. Presumably, I think, we go with the spouses. After all, that’s what swingers do! I feel very progressively modern, very fashionable, so the term seems to be suitable. Judith is also very kind. She is also very beautiful, better look than the rigid photo Vic showed us. It has soft and well combed blonde hair, blue eyes and pale white skin. A real blonde. It’s about 4, 110.

We went into an apartment by a guy Vic knows. There are already three couples sitting at a table eating dinner. The boy invites us to join them, but the four of us decline to see that we came a little early. We can help you drink something at the buffet bar. I sit on the couch with Judith and Emily sits in the love seat with Vic. Soon, dinner ends and many other people come.

The living room is very dark and I don’t realize that the traffic is going in and out of the back. I assume people go to the bathroom, or just find a private place to talk. I am not aware that any swing is going on until a beautiful brunette, sitting on the couch by my side, speaks to me, saying “Some of the women go there and stay there.” I’m scared of her words.

I’m looking for Judith. She disappeared in the back room and left for a while. I didn’t pay until now that she didn’t come back. I feel a little abandoned. I thought, somehow, Judith was with me. I turn my head and look at the woman sitting by my side.

“Do you know Gil?” he asks me. I shake my head. “He has these parties. This is his place. He owns a restaurant.” She mentions the name; I heard about it. As he speaks, a naked man comes out from the back. “Oh, here he is,” exclaims my conversation buddy. She’s the first completely naked person I saw tonight.

I realize it’s probably time to get my clothes off. There’s a fat guy who just undressed to his shorts. So, taking the signal from him, I do the same. His wife, a chubby blonde, who before, at the dinner table, remember, referred to someone they were talking about as “a plum,” is in the middle of the floor of the living room, dancing alone, wearing a negligence of a non-prudish sort that rises in the center of the thighs. The legs are beautiful and plump. She keeps looking at me, smiling at me, and I think she might want me to dance with her, or more. I’m tempted, but I’m still nervous about all this swing. When Judith comes out of the back room, I feel some kind of loyalty to her and I put the blondasse out of my head. I’m happy to see Judith.

Judith wears a type of slipping by Federico, which shows a lot, but nevertheless is more modest than the completely naked type. I appreciate your discretion. One of the women who were dining before when we arrived is stretched on the floor completely naked. I’m slightly shocked to see you like that. He seemed so respectable and now he is there on display for everyone to see. I’ve never seen a completely naked American woman in front of a group of people. I’ve been in many fucking situations alone, and with Emily, but they’ve always involved me, or us, alone, and only once with another woman.

Vic goes to Emily and extends her hand. He takes it and lets him take it to the back room. While he leaves, following a step behind Vic, he looks at me like he’s reluctant, maybe controlling my reaction. She’s not sure, I guess. I’ll give her a wave and call “fun,” to encourage her. When she sees that I’m not objecting to what she’s going to do, she also disappears in the back where people, I suppose, she’s doing it.

I want my wife to have fun because I want to have fun with Judith. That’s what swingers do, right? Judith sits next to me, and I am crushed between two sexy women on the couch, their naked thighs pressing against mine. I feel my dick hardening; I’m dripping. I’m glad I left my shorts.

After a moment, the other woman, perhaps thinking that I reserved myself to Judith, apologizes and moves to another corner of the room and speaks to another boy.

After a few minutes, Judith gets up; He takes my hand, saying, “Let’s go, we’ll take you to the party!” He’s taking me to the back. He went into the room behind her, hoping to see Emily with Vic, but we’re the only ones in the room. Apparently, there’s more than one bedroom.

In front of others, my courage returns; I take my shorts down and get out of them. I approach Judith; I put my hands on the straps of his slipping down on his shoulders. It lowers to the floor and Judith is completely exposed in front of me. She is thin, very white and soft to touch. Her boobs hang, really drooling, just a little stretched, but kindly, I think. She’s the first woman I’ve ever been with, except Honey Bee, with very low boobs. I reach them and raise them in my hands, bringing their nipples to my lips. I realize that I can kiss both nipples at the same time because her boobs are so long and elastic. See what I’m doing.

“I can kiss them, too,” Judith says, and pulls one of his breasts to his mouth and sucks his nipple. I’m impressed by your legacy. I try to push her to the bed to fuck her; Instead, he sits on the edge of the bed, refusing to fall on the back. “No, not now!” he says. “Not yet!” For a moment, I’m scared, I fear rejection, a constant problem all my life, the fear of being denied. But before you get a chance to get into the alarm, you kneel in front of me. “I want to suck you first.” He’s fucking in my mouth.

Judith sucks me enthusiastically, with great experience. I didn’t get my dick in the mouth of many American women, and I’m very pleased with her. Except for Emily, the other American women who sucked me didn’t do it all the time. Neither, were Honey Bee, or Emily, high-quality suction level. My wife is very good at sucking, I know. And, Honey Bee, the famous Japanese prostitute of my youth, a woman I calculated once I sucked over 20,000 cocks, has always been the caliber I use to judge the quality of blowjobs. Judith is in that esteemed cocksucker class. Adding to my feelings is my knowledge that has already been here, perhaps with more than one guy, and probably had sucked their dicks, too. Judy’s thought sucking more dicks makes me sneeze. I take her head and cradle softly as she sucks my dripping hard dick. I’ll hold him down and kick his ass in the face. I like the idea that another man’s wife is really sucking my dick as she likes it! And I love the idea that this woman’s husband is close. What does Vic think of Judith suck the dicks of other men? For a brief moment, a vision of Emily with Vic goes through my mind. He could do the same thing with him that I’m with his wife.

After five minutes of Judith’s sucking, we go 69 on the bed, lying on our sides, hanging on the sides of the other, our heads bobbing in passionate appreciation of the genitals of the other. Her pussy is delicious; her genuine blonde pubic hair are silky soft; I thoroughly lick her pussy, her lips, her interior, her thighs, enjoying me immensely. I also let my tongue end up in her butthole, which seems to turn it even more, and she reciprocates, licking her balls, running her tongue under them, and propelling her tongue in my butthole. We lick each other the brown holes in this way for several minutes. Finally, unable to stay much more, I put myself on her. She hooks her ankles on my shoulders; I fuck her hard on our stomach to make big slapping noises when our common thrusts meet. Judith is very agile. I never fucked a woman who can turn her body like she’s doing, balancing herself with her heels on my shoulders while her hips pump to my dick.

I shoot my wad, a great one, in her; I look at his face as I come; is what I try to do; I always do it with Emily, even when I dump them in. Grims of Judah; no smile on his face; It is twisted, shrinks the teeth, the forehead is grooved, its eyes are tightly closed. I fall on her. After a moment, she tells me: “I can’t breathe.” I’m leaving.

Judith takes a towel that was thoughtfully located on the bed and wipes my dick out. With the same towel, she cleans herself too. She smiles, then she jumps up and disappears in the living room. I follow them behind, like a warm, grateful dog, following his master. Entering the living room, Judith leaves with another boy who had not been there before. I just dropped my load in her pussy; I feel slightly rejected, I’m just an orgasm tool for her.

Other people are coming. There’s a fat dark guy who still wears his clothes, talking to a naked victim. The fat guy has a woman with him. Vic seems a little nervous about the boy’s presence.

“All right?” I’m asking Vic when he leaves the guy sitting on the couch and comes to stay with me.

“That guy’s here,” Vic says. “The asshole said he’d call before he came to the party. He’s here. I know why he did. He knew I could say no. You know what the dick did? He received the address from our babysitter and approached without invitation. I told him he had to have a woman to get into the party. So he went to a bar and took one. He said he wanted to come, but he’s not a swinger! It’s just his ticket to get in. Guy’s an asshole. I’m sorry to tell him I work with him. "

I look at the woman. She doesn’t look bad; she’s about 45, 5'8, 135, and she’s going around looking at everyone, most of whom were naked, exclaiming “My, my, my, is not this a nice party,” and things like that. I think she’s drunk.

After a few minutes Vic cools and apparently decides to do the best. She goes to her friend’s pickup girl and asks her to dance. While they dance, Vic completely naked and she dressed, Vic starts taking off his clothes. The woman compels with exaggerated dance movements that allow him to remove clothes while dancing. It’s fun to watch them. First, his blouse turns out. Then her skirt, which she kicks. Then she slips, leaving her in underwear and bra. Vic scolds his hips in her and smiles, like a stormy queen.

Vic lets her go to the bathroom. As soon as she disappears, her place is taken by the fat husband of the chubby blonde who moves on the woman. The woman of the pickup, now naked, except for the bra and panties, dance without hesitation with him. His behavior made him warm and he’s rubbing in the fat dick. He destroys his bra and then follows down his panties. They fall in the arms of the other, his tits slipping into his fat chest, and continue to dance, the vagina to the dick. Their lips meet and you can almost see their languages working in the mouths of the other. I’m still in it, hot and heavy, when Vic comes back and sees that the woman he triggered is now generously giving his charm excited to another man. .

Vic gets mad. “Hey Fatty,” he calls it. What the hell do you think you’re doing? The chubby blonde’s husband says something “look-who is talking” because Vic is not even very lean-and-trim. Although the fat seems a bit frightened and reluctant, he and Vic joined each other, almost move in a circle, reluctantly gypsy each other. The guest comes out of the back room, apparently disturbed by another party. I hear it abruptly biting, “Jesus Christ”, and “I invited a group of teenagers”. “I think you should leave,” he says. Vic wasn’t a guest at dinner, I guess he should go, rather than the fat guy. While Vic recovers Judith from the back room, Emily and I are putting our clothes on. I regret leaving, but since we came to the party with them, the four of us all go out the door.

And this is the end of our first party. But our night’s not over. We follow Vic and Judith at their house. As soon as we get there, we get rid of it and the four of us sit on their couch. At the right end of the sofa, Judith plays with my dick; at the left end, I observe my wife and Vic. Emily is sitting on the left; his head is in his lap. He’s sucking his dick! It’s the only time I saw her with another man. She is sucking her big dick slowly and with quiet pleasure. My wife sucks, I know. Vic is leaning against the armrest, the right arm extended to the back of the couch, the head bowed down, looking down my wife’s head serving her fat dick, looking at her lips slipping over the head of the protruding cock, making her disappear, then looking at her take half her length in her mouth.

Judith keeps masturbating. While he does, I play with his long breasts hanging. He looks at me like I measured my reaction to his body. “They embarrass me,” she says.

“I like them,” I say.

“You want? "

“Yes, I know. They’re so manipulatible!”

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” He asks.

“Yes,” I reply, thank you for your suggestion, because I am slightly embarrassed to be in the same room with my wife while she is sucking another guy. It turns me on, but I feel embarrassed to watch my wife fucking another man in my mouth. I feel guilty.

In the bedroom, Judith is at the end of the bed. Look at me, a smile on his face. Now that I’m alone with Judith, with her watching me, ready to have sex with me, I don’t feel guilty. But I’m a little nervous. “What do you do,” I ask you, like you’re in a brothel.

Answer: “Oh, almost everything. "

“Did you ever get it in your ass? "

“Yes,” he says, slightly hesitant, I think.

“How did you feel,” I ask you.

“He felt good. But then I felt like I had to shit all the time. But, all in all, I liked it. But I prefer to do something else!”

I don’t want to fuck her in the ass, so I’m pissed off my courage and I overwhelm my self-consciousness and say what I feel. “I really liked being sucked. "

He’s on me. In the dark room, against the bottom light of the hallway, I look at his shaped blonde head give me a first-class bobbing blow. I feel his mouth slumping enthusiastically to my nob; I hear his wonderful sounds, his sleds caresss my ears, his wet velvet lips softly moist on my polished knob. In the background light flowing through the open door I see his spit and my sperm slipping on his hands.

I am very great; it corresponds to my courage. “I want to fuck in dog style.” I am intent on getting my favorite sexual action with this gorgeous innocent looking blonde slut wife.

Judith moves on the bed; she goes to the knees; his elbows and forearms are on the bed, his face in the pillow. I’ll take my last assault position, kneeling behind her. I take his wonderful white globes with my hands. I put my dick in her well-lubricated pussy; probe the soil of his heart-shaped ass, then his small life, and above his back behind, and finally to the crests of his small white shoulders. I begin the final campaign; I adhere to the hips; I push back and forth; As a heavy artillery, my hips beat against his pretty white ass.

Exploding; it is an unstoppable gusher; I overflow her receptacle pussy. In total surrender, he falls on his stomach. I fall over her, crushing her to the bed, victoriously crushing my last blows in her interior, leading her to a shuddering stop. A long time passes. I’m leaving on my back. In unconditional surrender, it slips down on my soft dick and subduing lick our dick juices from my dick. She rests at my hips; My victorious spent the clean dick and dripping her last piece of sperm in her mouth. The breath fills the room.

Let’s go back to the living room. I expect to find my wife and Vic again, but they’re absent. Judith and I sit down and watch the naked bodies. I hear Emily’s voice, an orgasm song jumping from the hallway, “Ooh!

“It really fits,” comments Judith, hearing Emily’s wave. I’m impressed by my wife’s desire, too. I experienced a lot of first tonight, and hearing my wife being taken away from another man really turns me on. I am determined that I will take advantage of her hot pussy and experience this luxurious fun again, and again, and again!

The back room sounds ebb. My naked wife returns with Vic; they are holding hands. She just fucked my wife, I think. Thought makes my switch.

“How was my wife?” Vic asks. His question embarrasses me, asking me if I should say something like “Your wife is a real dick sucking the bitch”, but I tend out to express my emotions.

“I loved it,” I say terrible.

Emily and I dress up and say good night to our naked hosts.

“Wait, I’m coming home,” Vic announces. “You want to fuck like I’ve never fucked before.” I wonder what that means.

Let’s go back to our house. I learned what Vic’s words meant. Emily and I are fucking till dawn. My wife sucks my dick like she never sucked it before. It brings me to the end and sucks my dick until it’s just a dry and squeezed Vienna sausage. The exchange made us better fuckers. We found our call.