“Hi honey, I'm home,” I called... Facetiously? Sardonically? Yeah, one of those. I had entered our home by the back door into the kitchen. This door is always unlocked to allow easy entry for our neighbors across the road, Sue and Jake. Jake is my best friend, and Sue is my wife Melanie's best friend. Sue is also my mistress, and Melanie is Jake's mistress, so ready access is good for all. Moving on...
“Oh, hi honey-buns,” Melanie trilled back. That stopped me in my tracks: my wife does not trill. Nor does she employ terms of endearment, except at moments of extreme intimacy. I am usually just plain Nick, or Nicky if I am in exceptionally good favor. After ten years of marriage, you become an an expert at interpreting your partner's coded signals. What the Hell?
Her next trill clarified things.
“Living room. Get your clothes off and get in here. I need your big dick in my mouth, right now!”
Okay. She has company and she is being busy. She's got one guy in her pussy and another guy in her ass, hence the only available slot is her mouth, so it's just a matter of 'Who?' now.
“On my way!” I dumped my Harry Rosen suit, Hugo Boss shirt and tie, and my underwear on the floor of the dining room as I passed through, then remembered my socks and tossed them back to the pile.
As I entered the living room, I was treated to the sight of my gorgeous wife, stark naked except for a pair of Jimmy Choo's with five-inch heels, on her knees, impaled on my friend Phil's dick in the reverse cowgirl position. Another of my friends, Pete, was behind her, astride Phil's torso, pounding his dick up my wife's ass. Phil is of average height, with mid-brown hair and a neat moustache. Pete is a tall, good-looking guy with a shaggy mop of blond hair. Mel's delightful handfuls of tit were bouncing wildly each time his dick pounded home in her ass; Pete reached around to grab them and dialed up the heat with her nipples as I watched. Mel's long, straight chestnut hair was swirling around her back and shoulders as she rode his dick enthusiastically.
“Hey, Nicko,” Pete greeted me with a grin. “Get stuck in. She's running hot!”
“Fuck yes!” concurred Phil breathlessly.
“Come on, Nicky, get me airtight,” my slutty wife urged, grabbing my erect cock and stuffing it into her mouth. I dropped to my knees in front of her to make her position more comfortable.
“I was looking forward to a nice hot cup of coffee,” I muttered. My wife pinched my ass viciously; Phil and Pete laughed.
“You can't swear with your mouth full, can you, sweetheart?” I observed with a grin. That got me another wicked tweak, which made me jerk and jam my cock farther down my wife's throat, which made her eyes sparkle with delight. She truly is a superb slut! She also has no gag reflex and swallows my eleven inches of meat effortlessly, right down to the balls. Needless to say, she is very popular with all of my male friends, all of whom do her regularly, in all orifices. Three-up is her favourite mode of operation. Twenty minutes of Mel sucking like a four-barrel Holly carb had me squirting down her throat by the gallon. She swallowed it all happily then cleaned my dick with her tongue like a mother cat.
I sat back and watched Pete hauling her onto his dick by her tits until he finally shot his wad up her ass, with Mel grinding that ass back into his belly mercilessly until his cock finally stopped throbbing up her ass, at which point Pete dismounted and Mel flopped over Phil's legs. Phil continued bucking underneath her, driving his cock hard up into her hot, wet pussy until he too ejaculated, whereupon they both became inert for a few gasping minutes.
Finally Melanie rose to her feet, muttered, “This calls for a nice cold beer,” and strode off to the refrigerator to fetch supplies.
When Mel stood over Pete where he lay propped against one of the three white leather sofas, to hand him his beer, he took it, nudged her thighs apart, and slid the freezing cold, long neck of the bottle into my wife's pussy.
“Ooh, that feels good,” Mel murmured, closing her eyes. “Can we try freezing your dick so it feels like this?”
Pete laughed as he extracted the bottle with an audible plop and took a long swig.
“Ah!” he sighed. “Gives it a nice, rich Melanie flavor.” Mel poked him in the ribs, smiling. She loves being the center of attention.
“Wanna go again, boys, when we've finished our beer?” she addressed the room shamelessly.
There was a unanimous murmur of agreement.
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I commandeered my wife's ass for the next round. Lying on the floor, I directed her to turn with her back to me as she stood astride my hips and lower her ass onto my dick. Once I was thoroughly embedded, she lay down with her back on my chest and spread her long, long legs wide for Pete, who knelt astride my legs, guided his iron-hard dick slowly into my wife's gaping, hot-pink pussy and slid it all the way home. Mel then swung her beautiful legs up onto his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around them to pull her in tight. Phil crouched over Melanie's face and drove his cock deep into her mouth until his balls were resting on her chin.
“Alright, boys, let's ride!” I ordered in my best Clint Eastwood drawl. And we did.
Mel gave another sterling performance, wriggling her ass sexily for the two adjacent dicks in her pussy and ass, respectively, until I felt Pete's cock begin to throb in her pussy just before mine exploded up her ass while slurping Phil's cock like an ice-cream until Phil gave her her favorite drink, a semen cocktail, which she gulped down as he sprayed it into her mouth.
Giving all three dicks a parting suck before getting to her feet, Melanie then said, “Okay, boys, off you go. I've got things to do. Your wives are all coming round tonight for a meeting of the Play Group management committee.”
“Oh, are we coming too?” Pete inquired.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Pete? You men have no say in the management of the group. The Play Group is managed by the women, for the women. So, no, you are not invited.”
The Play Group is what we call our little group sex consortium.
“What's on the agenda?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of my common sense.
“Expansion,” my lawyer wife replied succinctly, then added, “We ladies want more cocks.”
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I got the rundown later that night, after their meeting, as we lay in bed. It was a Friday night; Fridays. Saturdays and sometimes Sundays are designated 'four-in-a-bed nights', the four being Melanie, Jake, Sue and myself. While I was busy doing Sue doggy style and Jake was busy doing Mel in similar fashion my wife decided to elaborate on her earlier declaration.
“We ladies decided that each couple in the Play Group will be tasked with finding another attractive couple to join the group, thus doubling the membership in one fell swoop. So each of the existing couples will target a potentially suitable couple and attempt to seduce them into a night of wife swapping. If the target couple goes for it and providewife-swapping good service, then the seducers will offer them the opportunity to join our happy little band of swingers. If the couple decline, then the recruiters will move on to another target, repeating until they succeed. If they accept, the newbies will be initiated at the next full Play Group session. Thus, the ladies will get the 'more cocks' they require.”
“And we lucky guys will get six more sexy playmates too,” Jake chirped enthusiastically, never one to miss an opportunity to state the obvious.
“Uh-huh,” concurred Sue. “And we women will be able to run four simultaneous airtights,” she added, licking her lips salaciously.
“Leaving eight other women standing around drooling,” Melanie pointed out, the lawyer in her finding fulfillment in pouring half of the water out of the glass.
“Yeah, but our guys are all studs, right, Mel? So they can do them next in two groups of four,” Sue enthused.
“Sounds like we are going to be busy,” I remarked to Jake.
“Yeah. Ain't it great having sluts for wives?” Jake replied.
“Talking of slut-ism,” my Queen Of Sluts wife interjected, “Can I borrow my husband back for a while, Suze? I fancy a sandwich.”
“Sure, but I get 'em both after the refreshment break. Then I'll show them how it should be done.”
“Yay!” yelled Jake. “I call dibs on Mel's ass!”
“There's a surprise,” muttered his wife.
“You know you are always welcome up there, lover,” my slut wife assured my best friend.
“Of course he knows that,” I murmured. “He practically lives up there.”
Sue dissolved into a giggle fit.
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Melanie sucked Jake's cock back to life while Suze did the same for me, then Mel mounted me in the reverse cowgirl position and Jake slid his slightly undersized dick smoothly up my wife's ass with the ease of long familiarity. Mel made a small appreciative noise in the back of her throat, relishing the feel of being double-dipped.
“Alright, boys, give it to me hard and fast now, just the way I like it,” she instructed.
Sue slid around in front of her on our huge bed and spread her legs wide, saying, “Eat me while they do you, Mel.”
Melanie smiled at her friend.
“I charge extra for that, you know, Kitten,” she teased. “But, 'cause you're so special I'll trade you. You do me with the biggest strap-on you've got before we go to sleep.”
“Ooh,” Sue cooed, her eyes going like saucers. “Can I do your ass with it too?”
“Whatever you want, you gorgeous, titsy slut,” Mel replied with a grin.
“Ooooh, I can't wait,” Sue breathed.
“You're going to have to,” I interrupted. “After we have finished doing Mel, you are getting sandwiched too.”
“Mmm-mm. I want your big dick up my ass for that, Nicky. It will be a good warm-up for that huge dildo. Yummy!”
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Melanie was superb, as usual, with Jake pounding away up her ass while I jacked her up with my dick as the lever in her pussy and she slurped away on Sue's sopping slit as she enjoyed the ride. Mel then lay gasping for air as Jake and I double-teamed Sue, with me reaming her ass from underneath as she lay on my chest with her legs over her husband's shoulders while he plumbed the depths of her slippery slit. Jake and I both came in her simultaneously when she orgasmed.
“Mmm,” she murmured as she lay on her back, legs spread wide, gasping. “I don't think I could ever go back to being monogamous again. I just love getting double-dicked too much! I could not go without my sandwiches and spit-roasts. Talking of which, when can I get airtight again?”
“As soon as you organize another Play Group meeting,” I responded eagerly.
“I'm on it,” she chirped just as eagerly, reaching for her cell phone.
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“So, do you fancy that little blonde tartlet that moved in down the road in the spring?” my wife enquired with a grin.
“Little blonde tartlet?” I queried, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, you know, the one who wears the tight tee-shirts with no bra and the Harley Quinn short shorts that show half her ass. The one you ogle whenever we see her when we are out for a walk.”
“Oh, that little blonde tartlet,” I conceded. “That description fits you too, you know. Well, not the blonde bit.”
“Well?”
“I guess I wouldn't kick her out of bed.” That earned me a poke in the ribs. “Why?”
“I was thinking we should target her for our recruitment.”
“You just want to bang that dishy fireman husband of hers,” Sue interjected.
“What is it with you women and firemen?” Jake inquired. Neither woman deemed that worthy of a response. What's not to like?
My slutty wife swung her legs up until her feet were behind her ears, slid three fingers into her pussy and said, “Uh-huh, I think he would fit just perfectly in here.”
Jake dived in face first.
“Slut,” I observed with a smile, tweaking her right breast.
“Always,” she admitted with a self-satisfied smirk. Jake slurped. Melanie purred.
“Let's do it,” I concurred.
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The following evening, Mel and I went out for a walk around the neighborhood. It was a warm summer evening, and the little blonde tartlet and the fireman were sunning themselves on their porch in their Adirondack chairs. We stopped to chat.
“Ella, Bill,” I greeted them. Several minutes of agreeable conversation ensued, the culmination of which was Melanie inviting them around for dinner on the following Saturday night, which they eagerly accepted.
The hunt was on.
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Saturday night rolled around; another warm summer evening. The little blonde tartlet, Ella, was dressed to kill in three-inch heels and a red silk mini-dress that showed a massive amount of cleavage and barely concealed her panties when she was standing and didn't manage even that when she sat down on one of the three white leather sofas set in a horseshoe arrangement in our living room: Great legs and red lace panties. Bill was wearing a tight golf shirt that showed off his muscular physique, and tan chinos.
Melanie was also dressed to kill, in the classic little black silk dress that was just as short as Ella's and equally low-cut, showing the entire inner and outer curves of her ample breasts with just a tiny triangle of black silk clinging to her rigid nipples to prevent her becoming entirely topless. The hem of her dress just barely concealed the tops of the stockings that I knew she was wearing because I had watched her dress. When she sat down on the sofa opposite Bill and Ella and crossed her long, long legs with her knee pointing right at Bill, our guests were treated to a delightful view of long milky white thighs above vividly contrasting black seamed stockings, black garters with silver skull buckles and five-inch stilettos. Bill's eyes bugged, so my slut wife recrossed her legs the other way, taking care to spread them a little as she did so, to give him a glimpse of the almost nonexistent black lace thong that she was wearing. I don't think Bill realized that he was licking his lips.
I mixed cocktails for everyone and distributed them while Melanie made small talk. Ella's shoulder-length straw-blonde hair swirled around her face attractively as she gestured animatedly while telling a story about some baby raccoons that she had been feeding in their back yard. My eyes were riveted on her breasts, which were doing their best to crawl out of her dress as she flapped her arms around. They almost made it, but not quite. Disappointing!
With the cocktails polished off, I tossed Bill a beer, and he joined me on the patio as I barbecued some steaks.
After a couple more beers, Bill was relaxed enough to tell me what was on his mind.
“Your wife is red hot, man,” he began.
“Yeah, she is,” I agreed. “Yours is pretty damn hot too, buddy.”
“You better believe it. Say, do you guys swing?”
“What's that?” I asked disingenuously.
“You know, fool around.”
“Oh, yeah, it has been known. In the right company.”
“Are we the right company?”
“You are, as far as I'm concerned. I'd love to do your wife. But you should ask Mel.”
“What do you think she would say?”
“I think she will probably have her hand down your pants before you finish speaking, but I'm just guessing.” Make the guy do some work for it.
Bill grinned. “So she's as hot as she looks, then?”
“Hotter. You have no idea.”
“Okay. I'll ask her.”
No surprise there. Who wouldn't?
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The meal was delicious. I was seated opposite Ella and enjoying the view.
After a few glasses of wine, Ella looked across at Melanie, who was seated across from her husband, and said, “Hey Mel, your husband is staring at my tits!”
Melanie gave her throaty, gurgling giggle. “That's alright, Ella, your husband is staring at mine.”
Ella giggled throatily. “What say we give them the full show then?” she queried.
“Fine by me,” Melanie replied, slipping her arms out of the spaghetti straps of her dress and letting the top fall to the waist. The dark nipples on her alabaster 36C breasts were standing to attention, pointing at Bill like tiny gun barrels. My slutty wife then cupped her breasts in both hands and tweaked her nipples.
“Oh god, Mel,” Bill suddenly blurted. “I so want to do you right now. How about it, do you want to go?”
Melanie answered by standing up from the table, hitching her dress up above her waist, and walking over to one of the sofas, displaying her perfect ass in the tiniest possible black lace thong, with the black and silver embroidered garter belt above and the garters running from hips to stocking tops along milky white, incredibly long thighs, swishing her hips, before sitting down on the target sofa, swinging her left leg onto the left arm of the well-padded sofa while keeping the right flat on the floor, so that she was spread wide open in invitation, and saying, “You bet. Come and get it.” The perfect slut, as always. My dick was hard; Bill's must have been like iron. Mel told me later that indeed it was, and very satisfying.