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“We need to talk,” Carol said to me. “This is going to be a big step for all of us. Do we really want to take it?”  Carol was astride me on our bed in our Virginia apartment. I was face down, and we were both nude. We spread towels on the bed and were giving each other massages as a prelude to sex. Carol’s strapon was laying on the bed next to us.  “I thought we’d worked this out,” I responded. “We agreed months ago that we would continue seeing other people. And we’ve refined that to narrow it down to just Mike and Paula. Are you saying you’d rather keep your relationship just between you and Mike? That’s okay with me, but isn’t Paula a complicating factor now?”  It was not unusual for us to have serious discussions during sex. In fact, it was just such a discussion that set the stage for this one back in the fall. Carol and Mike were fuckbuddies from way back. She never realized that I knew and approved of that arrangement until events with our roommates Roger and Denise opened to the door to some honest communication as opposed to avoiding the subject of infidelity.  It took a while, but Carol finally screwed up the courage and broached the subjects of swinging and bisexuality to Mike during one of their trysts. It turned out that Mike and his wife Paula were long-term swingers, and that Paula was bisexual. Mike admitted to begin bi-curious. One thing led to another, and within a week Carol had joined Mike and Paula at their home for a successful play date. Later, I had business with Mike (he’s our insurance agent) and got the chance to broach the subject with him. It turned out that he was a lot more than just bi-curious as he admitted to Carol. He sucked me off in my car after our meeting.  Following our new Rule Number Two, I was open and honest with Carol, Roger, and Denise about my assignation with Mike. Carol told Roger and Denise about her time with Mike and Paula. Over a bottle of wine we discussed the pros and cons of swinging. The emotional, mental, and health risks were roundly debated. We ended up making a decision and commitment to each other. Roger, Denise, Carol and I would continue as a foursome. I would bid farewell to my circle of bi friends in Texas (the group was winding down anyway) and Carol would invite Mike and Paula to meet Roger and Denise. If Mike and Paula hit it off with Roger and Denise they could join us as exclusive, regular sex partners. If not, Carol would end her sexual relationship with them and be exclusive to our foursome. And now it was springtime in Washington. Roger and Denise would arrive the day after tomorrow at our pied-a-terre in Northern Virginia. Mike and Paula were coming in at the end of the week to stay in their timeshare in Alexandria. We would spend time together doing the tourist thing during the Cherry Blossom Festival. The six of us would also get together and explore all the possibilities of group sex, and then make a final decision about Mike and Paula joining our group. “No, no,” Carol said as she pressed her thumbs into my shoulders and pulled them down either side of my spine. “That’s not where I’m headed at all. I’m just thinking that adding two more people to our foursome means that we have half again the chances of emotional baggage and drama. I like Mike and Paula, but with them it’s just sex. We’ve got something a lot deeper going on with Roger and Denise, and I don’t want to that change.” I raised myself up and twisted my head as far as I could, inviting my wife in for a kiss. She leaned down and gave me a nice wet one, then applied a little more massage oil and moved down toward my hips with her massage. I lay back down with a contented sigh. “I love you, woman,” I said, closing my eyes. “You’re right. We’ve lucked into something really special with Roger and Denise. A year ago I’d never have believed just how good it could be. But you said it yourself. It’s just sex with Mike and Paula. And no, I’m not fishing to know how long you and Mike have been fooling around.” “I just don’t see Roger or Denise having any issues,” I continued. “You and I have known Mike and Paula for twenty years, and they’re good friends, but we know them well enough to understand that we will never feel about them the way we do about Roger and Denise. You might be overthinking, but I love you for worrying and wanting to protect what we’ve got. Thank you. Oh shit that hurts!” That last exclamation was in response to Carol finding a tender angle on one of my sciatic nerves. She soothed it, shifted and kissed it to make it better, then really dug a thumb into the spot. I howled in a combination of pain and pleasure. We continued to talk as she worked my ass and thighs over. By the time she got down to my calves we talked through several scenarios and agreed to talk again with Roger and Denise in a couple of days. If there were any lingering doubts by the weekend Carol and I would let Mike and Paula know that we wanted to just have a platonic relationship with them, and let the chips fall where they may. Once we came to that conclusion Carol concentrated back on my ass. Adding massage oil again and changing her motions from massage to caresses. She spread my cheeks and ran her fingers over my anus, finally inserting one, then two, and then three digits to loosen me up. Once she was satisfied and I was moaning blissfully, she slipped into her strapon harness and we got serious about making love. And now it was Friday evening. Mike and Paula were due any minute. We had our talk Escort bodrum with Roger and Denise, and came to the conclusion jointly that we loved each other, but also liked the idea of having playtime with very select other partners. So we would go ahead and keep our playdate. The girls were dressed, or undressed, to thrill. We’d introduced Roger and Denise to Mike and Paula via some cam chats over the last several weeks, so Denise and Carol were comfortable with moving quickly tonight. Denise wore high cut white silk panties and a cropped white tee shirt that exposed the bottom curves of her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and prominent with her excitement. Carol was in a red satin pajama set with no panties or bra. She wore the pajama top completely unbuttoned, so that her breasts flashed as she moved. It was one of the sexiest looks I’d ever seen her in. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, and pretty clearly the satin draped over them was keeping them that way as it brushed back and forth. Roger was also in satin. His drawstring pants were black, and his package was prominent thanks to the leather cock and ball strap I insisted he wear. He had on a classic red smoking jacket up top, tied at the waist. I was in my most conservative (if you could call it that) thong. It was a white microfiber pouch with a red elastic waist and red piping. I considered it more conservative because it was the least see through lingerie I owned. I had on a simple white cotton button down dress shirt, with a single button closed at the waist. Both Roger and I had buttplugs inserted. We’d helped each other cleanse in one bathroom while our wives primped in the other. We were all primed and ready. We had a spread of light finger food and I had mixed a pitcher of my famous margaritas. Carol and Denise had insisted that we four do a shot of tequila to calm our nerves and loosen our inhibitions. Carol had two shots already poured and waiting for Mike and Paula when they arrived. Carol jumped a bit when the phone rang, showing that she was still tight despite the warmth of the liquor. It was the front desk of our building letting us know that we had visitors. I asked the concierge to show our guests to the elevator and send them up. I took Carol in my arms and kissed her warmly. “This is going to be fun,” I reassured her. “I think Mike and Paula are going to fit right in. Remember what I told you the other day. It works best if you just let yourself go and get into the spirit, and we’re on our home turf with our lovers. Mike and Paula are the ones who should be nervous, and I bet they are. Let’s be good hosts and make them feel welcome?” Carol smiled at me, nodded, and kissed me back just as we heard a knock on the door. By previous agreement I was to be the designated greeter. I released my wife from my arms. She moved toward the counter to get the shots as I went to the door. Mike was a good looking man. I don’t generally go for full beards, but his neatly trimmed red beard and mustache suited him. It also went with his wavy red hair. He was about my height, but a little stockier of build. He spent every minute he could on his fishing boat on the Texas coast, and it showed in the crow’s feet around his eyes and deep tan that he kept year round. He was dressed in his usual jeans and western shirt with boots. I found out later that he was commando, and had on a stainless steel cockring inside his 501s. Paula has long been one of my favorite women of our friends in Texas. She is a pixie of a woman, about five foot six with a waifish figure. She and Mike never had kids, so her breasts and hips were still as tight as a young woman’s, even in her early fifties. She wore her brunette hair short in what was almost a boy cut, similar to the way Carol wore her hair. I estimated that her breasts were about a C cup, and maybe thirty four inches. I was looking forward to finding out, but I couldn’t tell yet because she was wrapped in Mike’s trench coat. I kissed her cheek and offered to help her out of the heavy garment. Before I could remove Paula’s coat Carol put a shot glass in her hand, kissed her on the cheek, and passed the other glass to Mike. “Drink up,” Carol commanded. “It’s a party!” Paula and Mike toasted each other and the rest of us, then dutifully downed their shots. I helped Paula out of her coat, and was stunned by what was revealed. Paula’s outfit was literally nothing but leather straps and stainless steel. It was a harness that fully exposed and encircled her breasts (35C she later told me) in straps that were connected by stainless steel rings. Two long straps led from rings below her breasts and met in a “V” at her pussy, which was topped with a thin landing strip of hair and was smooth shaved beneath. Those straps met and became one below her vaginal opening and ran back up her ass like a g-string. My jaw dropped. Roger was equally speechless. Denise caught her breath and said “Oh, my,” and Carol let out a wolf whistle. Talk about your ice breakers. “Damn girl, you do know how to make an entrance!” Carol laughed, moving into kiss Paula boldly on the lips. Paula slipped her hands inside Carol’s top and wrapped them around her waist. This exposed Carol’s tits and they rubbed their breasts together. “I’ve got to get in on that,” said Denise. She ripped her short top up over her head and strode into close contact with the other two women. “Hi, I’m Denise,” she said to Paula, mashing her tits into Escort Kuşadası the scrum and pushing her tongue past Paula’s lips. “Shit,” Roger said quietly. His satin pajamas were tenting, as was my thong. Mike’s face was bright red and his eyes were locked onto the six breasts rubbing together. The women finally broke their hug and I completed the rest of the introductions. Mike and Roger shook hands, while Carol and Denise both bussed Mike thoroughly. I thought that Mike’s jeans had to be incredibly tight around his cock. Paula, not quite so bold, hugged Roger and kissed his cheek, then did the same to me. I noticed Mike was holding a small kit bag, and I gestured for him to follow me to the bedroom to put it down. The others gathered around the hors d’oeuvres and the three women fell into an immediate happy chit chat, almost like cocktail parties always started with naked women and blatant sexual displays. When we got back to the bedroom Mike spoke quietly. “Listen, Steve,” he began nervously. “I haven’t told Paula about what you and I did that day yet. Can we keep it close to the vest?” “Do you think she would be upset? After all, this is supposed to be a sex party, and we haven’t kept it a secret that Roger and I are bi.”“I don’t know,” he replied, licking his lips as his eyes darted from side to side. “She knows that I’ve said I’m bi-curious, but I just don’t know how she would react if she knew I was a little more than that.” “I see,” I said. “Well, I’m not the marriage police, so she won’t hear it from me. But does this mean you don’t want to do anything with Roger or me this evening?” “Actually, I’m kind of hoping something does happen,” Mike said, a hunger entering his eyes. “But will you help me if Paula freaks out?” “Buddy,” I said with a chuckle, placing my hand on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Denise doesn’t keep Paula so busy that she won’t even notice anyone else! That is one hot number you’ve got there, and I can guarantee all of us want to tap that.” “Thanks, thanks a lot,” Mike said, stepping closer to me. Our eyes met, and we might have kissed had Denise not suddenly stepped into the room. “Steve, didn’t I see some nipple clamps out here?” she asked, not noticing how she broke the mood. I had two TV tables set up in the corner of the room, draped with towels. One held a large pile of condoms and several different bottles of lube. The other had our array of toys on display, handy for play. Hand towels were stacked on a bedside table. “Sure, babe,” I replied. “They’re next to the cockrings. Who’s the victim?” “Paula, of course,” Denise grinned wickedly. “We’re going to accessorize her outfit. Mike, you won’t mind if Carol and I steal your wife away for a while, will you?” Mike and I followed Denise back into the living room. In the few moments we’d been gone, the mood had already changed dramatically. I took in the scene. Carol had lost her pajama pants. She and Paula were leaning against the breakfast counter, making out. Paula had two fingers buried in my wife’s pussy, and Carol was pulling and pinching Paula’s nipples. Roger was standing over next to the television, furiously pulling on his cock sticking out of his pants as he watched the two women in their foreplay. Denise walked over to Carol and Paula, pushing her tongue into the mix for a three-way snog. Then she pulled back and grasped Paula’s right nipple between thumb and forefinger. Stretching the nipple out as far as she could, she clipped one of my small paddle clamps onto Paula’s tit. Paula sucked in her breath. Then Denise did the same to Paula’s left nipple, and let the chain that connected the two clamps dangle down. She whispered into Carol’s ear. “Guys, don’t be offended, but we’re going to get this party started without you,” Carol said out loud. She moved and grabbed the chain connecting Paula’s tits. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back shortly,” she said, blowing each of the guys a kiss and leading Paula toward Roger and Denise’s bedroom.” “You guys find something to keep you busy while we’re gone,” Denise added, following closely behind the other two women and closing the bedroom door. We heard the lock click. You could have heard a pin drop on the carpeted floor of the living room. Roger froze in mid-wank, a stupid grin on his face. Mike’s face had gone from red to purple, and he just stared at the locked door. I was also frozen in my tracks, not even realizing that I had cupped my cock and balls with one hand and the other was straying across a nipple. A chorus of giggles filtered out through the walls. I recovered first. I turned and walked over to Mike reaching to loosen his belt. Roger moved closer too. “Buddy, you look like you’re going to pass out,” I said to Mike with a grin. “I told you Paula would be distracted. Let’s get you out of these pants.” Roger helped. We led Mike over to the couch and sat him down after removing his belt and undoing his jeans. We each took a foot and pulled a cowboy boot and sock off, then Roger did the honors of pulling down the tight, cowboy-fit jeans. Mike’s cock, hard as a platinum rod, flopped free, the stainless steel cockring flashing. Mike still seemed to be in a daze. I leaned down and kissed him, and that snapped him out of it. He shifted uncomfortably. I’d apparently pushed the envelope. “Sorry about that,” I said, smiling at him. “I know a lot of guys don’t get into kissing men. Roger and I are definitely not in that camp, but we’ll bodrum escort respect your limits.” I stood, pulled Roger to me, and we kissed greedily. “It’s not that,” Mike said. “I guess I’m still nervous. And I’ve never seen Paula like this. We’ve been swinging for years, but she’s always shy at first around new people. And she’s never just gone off without me.” “Don’t worry,” I chuckled. “Carol and Denise have come to really like pussy, but I’m not worried about them going completely over to the other camp and stealing Paula from you. They are playing with our heads as much as they are playing with each other in there.” “Oh fuck yes!” Carol’s voice, muffled by the door, called out. We three guys all tried as hard as we could to activate our x-ray vision, staring at the door. “Well, maybe they’re playing with each other just a bit more,” Roger said. He sat down next to Mike. “So if you’re not against kissing, how about I try?” Roger asked Mike. He leaned in close. Mike groaned a bit. Grabbing Roger by the neck with both hands, he pulled Roger in for what could only be called a torrid kiss. I took the opportunity to drop to my knees and spread Mike’s legs. His cock was raging, and clearly needed some relief. Mike was just a bit longer than average, maybe seven inches or so. But he was thinner than either Roger or me. His cut head, engorged by lust heightened by the cock ring, was considerably larger in diameter than his shaft. As a result, this particular cock resembled a long purple mushroom more than any cock I’d ever seen. His balls were shaved, but he had trimmed tufts and wisps of red curly hair on his mons. I placed my tongue at the point where shaft and scrotum met, and licked slowly up the shaft in one long, smooth motion. Mike’s cock jumped at the touch of my tongue. He and Roger were making out like high school sweethearts. I tickled the underside of Mike’s cockhead and then took the entire bulb into my mouth. The firm sponge pulsed against my tongue, and I applied some light suction. Holding this for several seconds, I slowly drew my head back and allowed Mike’s cock to pop out from between my lips. His whole body shuddered. I thought to myself that this first round wouldn’t take long. Roger had Mike’s shirt open. He was running a hand back and forth on Mike’s chest, pausing briefly to pinch or flick a nipple when he came in contact. Mike still had his hands on Roger’s neck and cheeks, seemingly lost in the thrill of kissing another man. I got serious about sucking the seed out of Mike. I grasped the base of his shaft and his balls in one hand. This would allow me to control the angle of attack and simultaneously roll his nut sack around my fingers. Then I swallowed as much of his shaft as I could at one go (I’ve got too strong a gag reflex to be consistently successful with deep throat) and began pumping up and down, swirling my tongue around the shaft and head as I sucked. I was wrong about how long Mike could last. The constriction of the cockring must have been a factor, but I wasn’t complaining. Mike’s cock was delicious, and I got to savor it and play with it for quite a while. During this time Roger stood, dropped his pants and untied the sash on his smoking jacket. Mike gasped at the sight of Roger’s cock in its leather straps. Roger climbed up onto the couch and stood over Mike, steadying himself by touching the wall. Roger offered his cock to be worshipped. Mike grabbed Roger by both ass cheeks and pulled him forward. He apparently had no gag reflex at all, because it appeared to me that he swallowed Roger to the root on every thrust. With my two male lovers moaning above me, I could no longer distinguish sounds coming out of the bedroom. We were lost in the heat of the moment. The veins on Mike’s cock were standing out. The whole member was pulsing against my tongue, and his precum was leaking copiously. Roger was quietly repeating “Yes, yes, yes, yes…” as he pumped his hips back and forth, his cock plunging into Mike’s mouth steadily. Sometime during this the door to the bedroom quietly opened and our three wives came back into the room. Since Roger and I had our backs to the door and Mike apparently kept his eyes closed the entire time we men did not notice them. The first hint I had was when I heard the ice dispenser on the refrigerator in use. But since neither Mike nor Roger reacted to that sound, I decided to just remain in the moment and let whoever was behind me enjoy the show. I sped up with my sucking of Mike’s rod, and let my hand slip down from his balls to massage his anus. That elicited a louder moan from him, and his sphincter “winked” against my finger. I took that as a good sign, and released his cock from my mouth long enough to spit on my finger for lubrication. I ran my finger into his ass up to the second knuckle. At the same time, I concentrated hard on relaxing my throat and was able to take him into my mouth until his curly red pubes tickled my nose. Roger was getting close. Apparently Mike’s experience as a cocksucker was considerably greater than he let on. Either that or he was a talented amateur. Either way, Roger told me later that this was one of the best blowjobs he ever had. Roger’s chanting had turned to continuous moans as he began to lose control. Mike’s cum spurting into my mouth came as a surprise, and I gagged a bit as the first powerful jets hit the back of my throat. I recovered quickly, caught my breath, and put a vacuum lock on his cock to pull the nectar from it like a straw. His hips only bucked slightly, but his cock twitched like crazy with each spasm of his orgasm. I saved the cum in my mouth. Roger lost it too, but he announced his orgasm in a loud clear voice and his cum sprayed the wall, the back of the couch, and Mike’s face.

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