As Rob and I have told you, in our previous stories, we have been active swingers for some years. I usually prefer the MFM threesomes, possibly cause I’m greedy, or the fact I’m just not bi-sexual, unlike most women in the swinging scene. Or at least the ones I’ve met are.
Anyway as a result of this, Rob has to work really hard to get me interested in going to swinger’s parties, or hosting them. This particular Saturday night was one of those where Rob worked really hard.
“Oh, come on hon, it’ll be fun. You like Mark and Jocelyn. And their parties always have a great mix of people.”
Rob was right about that aspect. I’ve never seen such a diverse group of people, all after the same sexual gratification, as those that seemed to congregate at Mark’s parties. I’ve fucked newspaper editors, (one of Sydney’s major newspapers in fact) lawyers, doctors, multi-national company directors, jockeys and taxi drivers. People from all walks of life.
I really don’t care for Mark that much, he’s never satisfied me properly fucking me, but he does have a great tongue and has certainly brought me to many an orgasm that way.
I do like Jocelyn though, like me, she has a nursing background, and we share a lot in common. She also loves taking cock in her arse and was the first women, apart from me, my husband had ever fucked anally.
“I just don’t feel like fucking tonight darling. You go on your own, there’s always a spare woman, Mark makes sure of it!” Doesn’t he just, I thought.
“No babe. I’m not going without you. Besides you know what a buzz I get out of seeing you sucking and fucking other guys. It gets me as horny as hell!”
I know it does, I thought. Sometimes I think he’d rather watch me, than fuck someone himself.
“Oh, what the hell. I suppose it’s better than watching Saturday night crap TV.”
“That’s my girl. You go and have a shower. I’ll have a shave and shower after you. How would you like to go to that great little seafood restaurant at Kensington? It’s on the way to Marks place.”
“OK.” He really was working on it
I went and took a shower. While Rob was showering I selected what to wear. I picked out a black lacy G-string, matching half cup bra that nearly showed all of my nipples, lace top stay-up stockings, black leather mini skirt and see through, burgundy long sleeve shirt. Stuff it, I thought. I may as well look horny, you never know, it might put me in the mood.
Rob chatted while we drove to the restaurant, mainly about previous parties at Marks. It did get me thinking though, and brought a smile of pleasure and that familiar warm feeling in my crotch as I thought of some of the experiences. Like the night I was virtually gang-banged. Well, it wasn’t really a gang-bang I suppose. There were only four of them. But they were insatiable and left every hole in my body immensely satisfied, particularly after three of them came in me at the same time. But that’s another story I’ll tell you at a future date.
My choice of what to wear must have been OK. I drew appreciative looks from the males as we walked to our table at the restaurant, and glares from the women.
I’m happy with my body. I’m 44 and still have a 36C bust, reasonably narrow waist and my bum is still very tight and firm. I think my legs are my best asset though. They have a great shape, my calf and thigh muscles are very firm. Probably from my nursing work, always on your feet and moving quickly. Even if it is only to dodge a lecherous doctor’s hand
Anyway, all through the meal I kept thinking about previous parties and by the time we arrived at Marks I was ready to fuck!
The party was a little slow to get going, although there were some familiar faces, like Kevin the jockey and his partner, Lyn. You know what they say, big man big dick, little man ALL dick. Kevin was really hung. A good 9” and thick as my wrist. Once you got over the pain of getting it in, you never wanted to let it out!
Not that I’m into big dicks. I believe it’s the quality, not quantity that counts. My hubby’s only average 6”, but quite thick, but he really knows how to use it, and it’s how you use it that counts.
Funnily enough, Lyn didn’t get off on penetration but lick her pussy and you could hear her screams in the next suburb.
Back to the party. As I said it wasn’t really moving along so Mark and Rob got out one of those question and answer games, like trivial pursuit, but the rules of this game were if you missed a question you removed an article of clothing. The boys were smart enough to juggle the questions so that not many correct answers were achieved.
Within about half an hour most were naked or nearly naked, but still no action. It seemed like no one wanted to make the first move.
Really unusual for one of Mark’s parties.
A newcomer, George spoke quietly to Mark.
Mark then announced “Listen up everyone. George here is studying massage and would like to give a demonstration. Anybody interested?”
Nobody made a move, so I thought what the heck George is quite a good looking guy. You never know where the massage may go!
“Yes,” I said, “I wouldn’t might a rub.”
“Good on you Catherine. I’ll get some towels and the oil.”
The towels were spread on the floor. I removed my last vestige of clothing, my black lacy G-string, revealing my shaved pussy and lay face down on the towels.
George knelt at my head, poured oil onto my back and shoulders and started to work from my neck down. He was very good, really working on my neck and shoulder muscles. I could feel the benefits almost immediately. George explained what he was doing, how to work certain muscles etc as he worked his hands over my lower back.
“This really relaxes muscles,” he explained.
However, when I looked up, my face was almost in his crotch. His muscle certainly didn’t look very relaxed. In fact I would say this particular muscle was very stiff indeed.
George was now leaning right over me, his hands working on my bum. The warm oil trickling down between my cheeks and over my pussy lips.
Then I felt his fingers slide between my cheeks and start to probe at my pussy and arsehole
I did what any sane and horny girl would do. And boy was I getting HORNY!
I looked up and slid my lips over his very stiff cock. Oh, it was good to have a cock in my mouth, particularly one that was very turned on. Makes a girl feel wanted.
I started to suck him earnestly, taking his length deep down my throat, then coming right back up to the head again, and repeating the process over and over. I could feel his cock getting harder and thicker.
