As I walk through the sea of naked bodies I wonder how I got here... I bet the Sisters at Our Lady of the Mound didn't envision me being the "Lady lapping up the mounds!" Neither did I. I really was once a nice Catholic school girl, as cliché as that sounds.
When my husband, Shawn, and I started talking about other people, it was exciting just to even think about being with someone else. We would share our secret fantasies, just to spice things up. After three years of marriage and two kids, I finally got up the nerve to ask for more nipple action; so confessing my attraction toward women was a REALLY big deal.
When I told him that I longed to know what it would be like to make out with a woman, to feel her naked breasts pressed up against mine... I got so wet I could barely sit still. "And," I whispered," I want to spread my lips apart and feel her glide her tongue up and down the folds of my labia before she flicks my clit and plunges her tongue into my pussy." "Oh my fucking god," he said, before embracing me. We fucked until I was screaming like a banshee that night. That was three years ago.
Tonight, I find myself looking for a place to sit and recover, but all the places to sit are covered with bodies or some form of sticky wetness. So I could sit on naked flesh, or I could sit on the wet spot. Not tempting. So I'll just stand here, for a minute, watching the room writhe.
I walk into the open kitchen and have coffee with a naked couple from Omaha. Her ass was red, from the many lashes she took. And he looked hard enough to go again. He offered to strip me down and spank me, but I freaked out just a little. Ok, break's over. Time for me to find my dear husband.
"I guess I'm overdressed," I say when I come upon my shirtless husband. "My new friends were kind enough to help me fit in," he quips, "are you ready for us to help you out?" I'm getting there, but my panties aren't wet enough yet, and I'm kind of liking the attention I'm getting in my skirt. Before I respond he slides behind me, cupping my breast, then gives my right nipple a little tweak. Standing in front of me were Chelsea, a bottled blonde with fake tits, her older husband, Ric, and a redheaded firecrotch named Rita.
Chelsea steps in and shoves her tongue down my throat. I tense up, but Shawn calms me down with sweet kisses on my head and neck. His kisses then turn lusty, as he knows how to kiss my neck well enough to ruin a good pair of panties. "NMmmm." I start moaning and breathing harder. Rita comes up and kisses me gently. Wow. She's warm and soft and natural. I just melt into her. I melt, it's unbelievable! Now I have Shawn kissing my neck and Rita making love to my lips with hers and I am in HEAVEN! Ric and Chelsea start making out too. Shawn whispers in my ear, "Are you ok?" I quickly nod, not wanting to let go of Rita's tongue. "Can I undo a button?" I say yes, barely pausing from the sweet lips in front of me. He paws at a button on my white shirt with his big hands, fumbling a little, before exposing my cleavage a little more. I'm starting to get into the attention being lavished upon me. "You are so sexy, baby!" God, I love it when he gives me low growls like that! I feel myself get flush.
