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Saturday morning and the weekend was still stretching ahead of us, full of potential and with nothing other than the usual chores to fill our time. Our night of passion after the party had been everything you might imagine. Hot, sweaty, energetic and aromatic. I still had the smell and taste of Abi’s arousal lingering in my senses as we sat in the kitchen, enjoying our morning coffee. Inevitably, our conversation turned to last night and the way things had developed. We hadn’t talked much after we got home. Other things had occupied our time.
“I wonder how Fiona and Mark got on after the party,” I mused.
“I wonder. He certainly wasn’t pleased with Fiona’s performance at the end. Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of someone being that intimate with her.”
“Or with her displaying herself in public. I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.”
Abi leaned on one elbow and looked across at me. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“Come on Abs, there’s no way you girls won’t chat about everything that happened last night. I know you all too well. You’ll find out what that spat was all about before the week is out.”
She giggled and took a sip of her coffee. “You’re right, we’ll all be dying to find out what happened to Fiona afterwards. What about you, did you enjoy eating Sylvia’s ass?”
I kissed my wife, grinned and said, “I loved it. Could you taste it?”
She squealed, slapped me and said, “Don’t be a dirty so and so Ian. You obviously had a great night. Would you want to do it again?”
Would I? This was a new world for us, sharing sexual experiences with others, but I had enjoyed every minute.
“Yes darling, I think I would. What about you? I could see you had a great time with Mark, and he didn’t object to that, in fact looked to be enjoying something he had longed for even before last night.”
I kissed her again, more passionately this time. Abi eagerly responded, opening her lips to my probing tongue and licking back in what became a tango of desire in our mouths.
I slipped a finger between her pussy lips and wasn’t at all surprised to find a copious amount of moisture there. I sniffed at my finger then noisily slurped at it, enjoying the taste of Abi in the morning.
“Ian, don’t,” she cried, “I’ve not had a shower or anything.”
“Don’t care,” I replied, moving off my stool and parting Abi’s thighs. “I love the taste of my wife at any time, but especially when you haven’t had the chance to clean up. That’s amazing.”
Abi sighed and opened her thighs wider, as I knew she would. We enjoyed a lot of the same things, and my giving her head was one of them. She thrust her hips upwards in an open invitation to me. Her pussy was, frankly, a mess, her lips coated with a drying mixture of her natural juices and leaking semen from our exertions last night. The aroma was exquisite. I bowed my head and sucked both lips into my welcoming mouth, relishing the explosion of tastes that assailed me. There was also the acrid tang of stale urine, further stimulating my senses. But hardly had I got started than Abi suddenly pushed my head away again.
“Stop Ian, I’ve got to pee.”
“Pee away darling, I’ll drink every drop.”
“Don’t be so gross, you know I don’t like the idea of that,” she muttered, hurling herself across the room before it was too late. And so ended our morning discussion, with one of my fetishes denied again.
Life went on as usual for us for a while, and for everyone else too I suppose. The party wasn’t raised as a topic by anyone until the next time any of us got together. We guys were in the pub a week later, enjoying a few pints as usual. It being Friday night, the place was as busy as ever, but we had secured a table amid the hustle and bustle typical of a bar at the start of the weekend. We liked this venue in particular because it was popular with the younger crowd and, men being men, we enjoyed the eye candy. During the evening I indulged in one of my favorite fantasies while people watching - looking at the women and wondering about them. Which of them would get laid tonight, which were up for it, even who had moist panties already, and what they smelled and tasted like. I admit it, I have a fetish for women’s natural odours and tastes; but back to that evening.
I should add that the talent included our wives, who were sitting at another table. We all liked it that way, It was a convenient and entertaining venue for us all, but we kept to our own tables. The girls had their fun and gossip and we had ours. That night we were enjoying our beers and quietly eyeing the plentiful flesh on display, the younger women in particular dressing provocatively, as seemed to be the fashion. We’d had a few drinks, so our inhibitions were loosening.
“I swear,” said Mark, “the girls get prettier and sexier every year. They were never like that when we were younger.”
“Oh, come on Mark,” I replied, “our wives are as good looking and sexy as anyone here.”
“Yes,” came a rejoinder from Tom, “and we’ve seen more of your wife Mark, so we can easily compare.”
A silence descended on the table and the background noise seemed to fade away too, as we all gasped at Tom’s outburst. Surely he remembered Mark’s reaction to Fiona baring all and flirting? Mark looked round at us all and took a draught from his beer.
“About that,” he began, “you guys probably think I laid down the law to Fiona when you had all gone. It was actually the opposite. She was furious and said I had ruined a great night. I tried to say I was embarrassed by her performance, but she told me I didn’t seem embarrassed when I had Abi pinned against the wall, deep throating her. Those were her actual words. Sorry about that by the way Ian.”
“It wasn’t a problem for me Mark, I know Abi likes to flirt with other guys and, if I’m honest, seeing you and her turned me on.” I almost added that seeing Fiona naked had a similar effect, but I didn’t think that would have been wise.
Alan, who had been quiet up till now, chimed in. “I really enjoyed the night and kinda hoped that we would do it again. But I suppose that’s out of the question now.”
A couple of us spoke at once, both agreeing with him and disagreeing. We didn’t see why we couldn’t do it again and shared our feelings that it had been a fun night.
I spoke again. “We had a bit of harmless fun, no one was injured or hurt, although we may have crossed boundaries for some of us. I, for one, would be up for more parties like that, just among ourselves for privacy, but anyone who wouldn’t feel comfortable with that needn’t come.”
“Oh, I’d love to come, more than once,” joked Tom. “Seriously, I’m in.”
“Funnily enough, so am I now I’m used to the idea,” said Mark.
Alan nodded and said, “Me too. But how do we go about organizing another party like that?”
All eyes swiveled in my direction. It seemed I was to be the ringleader in this circus. I glanced across at our wives, who seemed to be having a great time as well. I had noticed earlier that they too seemed to like comparing the men in the bar. No doubt trying to cop a look at their packages, comparing sizes, physiques and general hunkiness. Is that a word? It seemed right in the circumstances. Right now, something had them all huddled in a fit of the giggles.
“I think we’re forgetting that our wives might want to have a say, since they’re going to be involved too. Why don’t we all speak to our better halves later and sound them out?”
Everyone seemed to agree with that idea, and so we went back to chat about other things. There was occasional speculation about what we might do at those parties, but I suggested we just take it one step at a time and see what the girls thought first.
Later that night I had a chance to chat with Abi about her night . No surprises there, it had very much been like ours. All the girls had enjoyed themselves at Mark and Fiona’s and none of them regretted anything. Fiona even said she was happy to take part again, whatever Mark said, although she thought he had probably changed his mind after their chat and rather fancied seeing more of the other wives.
“Turns out she’s right. He’s up for another night. I wonder what happens next though?, The other guys seemed to want me to organize things but I think we would have to find some other games to play if it’s not to become too boring.”
“Oh I have some ideas darling. So do the other girls, but why don’t we start with a get together at ours, where we can chat about it openly and make sure everyone is truly on board?”
And so it was that the following Friday everyone gathered at our house for another evening of fun, this time with a difference. We all knew what was going to be on the agenda tonight, but I saw no reason why we shouldn’t enjoy ourselves as well. Once we were all gathered and relaxing with a few drinks under our belts, I spoke up.
“Guys, I’m not quite sure how to broach this, but it seems we all had a good time at Mark and Fiona’s and we’d like to try something similar again. Am I right?”
There were nods and general signs of agreement from everyone. Some were already looking excited in anticipation.
“Well, I hope you’re not expecting too much tonight, because I think we have to set some ground rules first. It’s important for everyone’s safety and well being.”
“Trust you,” grumbled Tom, “Always want to be the organizer.”
“Not at all Tom, I’m happy for someone else to do that if they want to, but someone has to do it. Any takers?”
I didn’t think there would be. The only reason I usually organized things was because no one else could be bothered, just being happy to sit back and let someone else make all the arrangements.
We had plenty of nibbles, plenty to drink, and so the initial discussion about what was to be ‘our club’ went fairly enjoyably and smoothly. We’d all agreed that we wanted more sexy fun, that everyone was free to decide not to take part at any time and that we would all maintain strict secrecy about our games. We all had reputations to think about.
I sensed, however, that folks were getting bored with all the talk, so decided to ramp things up.
“Great. I think we’ve talked enough about rules, now let’s get to know each other better. This is all supposed to be about sexy fun, so why don’t we start by telling each other of a fantasy or a fetish that we’ve kept quiet until now.”
There were general laughs, some more nervous than others but, overwhelmingly, the calls were for me to go first since it was my idea. I had anticipated that and so didn’t have to think too long before I answered, “OK, here goes. For a long time I’ve been fascinated with the idea of BDSM and I’ve wanted to try it.”
Abi’s eyes were almost on stalks as she registered what I had just said.
“You mean you want to be spanked and whipped, or you want to do that to me?” she asked.
“No Abs, the whole scene is much deeper than that. It’s all about a trusting relationship between two consenting adults where one becomes dominant and the other submissive while they play. At least, that’s what I’ve read.”
“And which would you want to be?” Fiona chimed in.
“I don’t know Fiona, I haven’t tried either yet, but I’d like to. I really don’t know much about the scene at all. What about you Fiona, tell us your secret fantasy.”
“I will in a minute, but first I want to know how you feel about bondage Abi?”
Abi paused and looked up at the ceiling, obviously deep in thought. “Well, first of all, I never knew you felt that way Ian, but I can kind of understand that you might be scared of my reaction. You needn’t have been, you know that I’m fairly adventurous, and I guess I would be happy to give it a try, just gently at first though. We’ll see. Now Fiona, answer the question."
Fiona smiled nervously at Mark, and then said, “I’ve always had a fantasy that I was a glamour model and was asked by my photographer to pose for increasingly daring photos, ending up with really rude ones. Just the thought of that makes me amazingly horny.”
There were whoops of delight from three of us guys, while Fiona looked at Mark again, an imploring look in her eyes. Realizing what was happening, we all looked at Mark too.
“I nearly blew it last time didn’t I? I over-reacted then, and I’m not going to do it again. Fiona my darling, I’m enormously proud that you’re my wife and I find you so very sexy. And now, having thought about it a lot, it turns me on that other men might feel that way about you and that you would be willing to share your amazing body with them. I wouldn’t object, but only in photos.”
Everyone burst out in a round of applause and cheering, Fiona rushed across and hugged her husband and I believe I could say the ice was well and truly broken. Just to make sure, I got busy refilling everyone’s glass.
Meanwhile, Abi called out, “Thanks so much for that Mark. While you’re on a roll, what about your fantasy?”
“Well, it’s just a fantasy, I would never act on it, but I’ve always fancied trying a threesome, me and two women. That’s a real turn on.”
Fiona kissed Mark and whispered in his ear. None of us heard what she said, but I’m sure most of us could guess. Mark’s turn to looked startled.
Sylvia announced, “I’ll go next. Mine is simple. I would dearly love someone to go down on me, lick me and tease me until I come, then drink my juices. Tom doesn’t like doing that.”
There was a chorus of cries from others offering to do it, including a couple of the girls. Interesting. Tom, meanwhile looked sheepish, and said, “I’m sorry darling but the thought of it makes me feel sick. But I’ll tell you my fantasy, and you would love it. I wish I could watch some other guy lick you out like you want, and make you come. There, I’ve said it, I want you to make love to someone else while I watch.”
Things were really heating up now. Fiona and Mark were still cuddling together and were kissing passionately, oblivious to the rest of us. The alcohol was doing its work and I think the rest of us were also feeling pretty randy. I know I was. Sylvia had copied Fiona and was now sitting on Tom’s lap and dry humping him, their lips locked together in a frenzy.
“Hey, hang on guys,” I shouted, “three of us haven’t revealed their secrets yet. If you can tear yourselves away from each other long enough, let’s hear what they’ve got to say. Christine, how about you?”
Christine had been relatively quiet up till now, but she took a deep breath, gripped Alan’s hand in a vice like grip and looked deep into his eyes.
“I’ve only ever swallowed one man’s cum. Yours Alan, and I love the taste and excitement of doing that. But I’ve always wondered how I would feel swallowing someone else’s. Is it all the same, or is there a difference?”
“I don’t know sweetheart, never having tasted any. Your fantasy would obviously mean sucking another guy’s cock until he came in your mouth. Is that something you want to do?”
“I’ve never really thought it through darling, but I suppose it would. It’s only a fantasy though, right?”
“Well maybe my love, but my fantasy is something similar. I wouldn’t mind tasting another man’s cum, but only if I could taste it from your pussy. I want to watch someone else giving you a good fucking and coming inside you, then I want to clean you up with my tongue afterwards.”
The shouts and cheers had died down now, but there was an electric buzz of excitement in the room. No matter whether our wee group kept going, there were going to be a lot of new sexual experiences and excitement for all of us.
Poor Abi had waited patiently for her turn, and spoke out now.
“My secret? Ian, I’ve always been interested in the idea of food play, and would love it if we could try that. I want you to put food inside me and eat it out, both front and back. Maybe fuck me with a big sausage, then eat it. Stick some chocolate in my ass then thoroughly clean it. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”
“Deal,” I replied, totally aroused by the idea. “Everyone, we’ve learned a lot about each other tonight, but can we please remember that it all has to be our secret. I for one am happy to have more get togethers like this, but we’ll see. Right now, let’s get some more drinks and enjoy the rest of the evening.”
Enjoy was probably too loose a term. The rest of the night mainly consisted of plentiful drink, soft jazz music in the background and writhing bodies, some less dressed than others. It wasn’t an orgy, nobody shared their partner, but it was getting close. Eventually everyone drifted off to their own homes where, I have no doubt, they continued a night of passion. I know we did.
What would happen next? I had no idea, but hoped more fun was on the horizon.
Hi John, congratulations on a fabulous Part Two. Sorry, I'm late getting here. You write amazingly, and this tawdry tale is warming up beautifully.
Well John the conversation and the fantasies certainly got the group going I am anticipating the next chapter