Chapter 7
At first Tom was angry. The thought that he had been manipulated by two women - one of them his own wife - made him see red. The thing that cooled his wrath was sweet memories of how exciting it had been to be with two women at once. The three of them spent several hours together, changing partners this way and that.
Tom had even been turned on watching his wife make love to another woman.
"Do you forgive me, darling?" Ann asked him after Susan had gone home to fix Dick's dinner.
He looked at her skeptically for a long time. At last, he laughed. "How can I not forgive you? After all, you're no worse than I am."
She looked at him smugly. "I was hoping you'd see it that way."
"You little bitch! I've got half a mind to make you suck my cock again."
"Any time, baby! Any time!"
Their sex life was very active over the next few days. The thought of Ann making love to Dick Major, though he had never seen it, excited Tom. He would never have believed he would have that kind of reaction. But he realized it made Ann something of an unknown quantity to him.
He could no longer take his wife for granted.
That put new life into their marriage.
It was only, a week later that Ann suggested they go to a "swinging party" with the Majors.
"You mean you want me to fuck a bunch of women I've never even seen before?"
Ann smiled sweetly at him. She looked like such a paragon of virtue, he thought. No one would ever believe the lusty thoughts she had in her head. "Well, Ann, if that's what you really want ... " Secretly, Tom was titillated by the idea. Fucking Susan Major had turned him on to parts of himself he had submerged for a long time. The taste, the feel, the smell of another woman was intensely stimulating to a man who had been monogamous for so long. He was ready for more, if that was what Ann wanted. And it was obvious she was at least as eager as he to broaden her sex life.
The prospect had its element of danger. It meant risking a security that had been comfortable. But, Tom reasoned, perhaps it was time to stop being quite so comfortable. He needed to experience more of the world outside his work. And if that meant more women, so be it.
Only great daring brought great rewards.
Ann dressed carefully the night of the party. She was excited, and she wanted to look just right. She decided on a plain white floor-length gown with wide sleeves covered with embroidered flowers and birds. She thought the dress made her look very much like an Aztec sacrifice. She looked beautiful and vulnerable. And vulnerable was what she would be once she got to the party.
She looked apprehensively at her handsome husband as he emerged from the bedroom, ready for the evening. It struck her suddenly that she was making her own sacrifice. She was yielding once and for all exclusive rights on her husband's lovemaking.
Their relationship would never be the same again. She took both his hands and reached up to kiss him. "I love you, darling."
"I love you too, beautiful. And remember, any time you need me tonight, just holler."
"Thanks, darling. I'll be okay." From the sweat on her husband's hands, she realized he was just as nervous as she was. They would be like babes in the woods tonight.
They drove to the party with Susan and Dick. The Majors had all kinds of advice to offer on what-to-do-at-your-first-orgy. Ann and Tom listened quietly. They were more absorbed in their own thoughts than in the talk around them.
They drove up to a large, prosperous-looking home. They were greeted warmly at the door by a woman named Norma. She was a striking brunette with long lustrous hair that reached almost to her waist. "Hi, darlings. Come on in." She saved her warmest smile for Tom. Linking her arm through his, she led them into the living room. "I'll let you introduce yourself. This is a friendly crowd."
There were about twenty people in the room. Ann experienced a sudden cold stab of fear as Tom walked away across the room with Norma. She felt horribly alone. It was a relief to feel Dick's reassuring arm round her shoulder. "Why don't you come with us, Ann? We're going to go talk to Sheila and Nick Burroughs. They're nice people. You'll like them."
Ann smiled gratefully at Dick. She went with them to sit by an attractive couple in their early thirties. Sheila was a flaming redhead. Nick was a quiet good-looking man, slightly gray at the temples. Like Dick, he was a photographer.
For the first little while, Ann didn't add much to the conversation. She kept looking back over her shoulder at Tom. He seemed to be getting along very well with Norma. They were laughing and talking together, their heads very close. Once, Tom looked up. When his eyes found Ann, he smiled. Ann smiled back, feebly. She was wishing he'd come and sit by her. But he went right back to his conversation.
Susan noticed what was going on with Ann. It was clear as the look on the blonde's face. She reached over and took the younger woman's hand. "Just relax, darling. You're going to have a wonderful time, believe me. And Tom's in good hands. Norma's a nice person, and she's madly in love with her husband." She winked knowingly. "No man-stealers at our parties."
"Oh, I'm not worried. I'll be fine." Ann was determined to be brave. It had been her idea to come to this party. She was going to enjoy herself, if it killed her.
At last, Ann began to respond to the remarks that Nick Burroughs had been addressing to her since they had been introduced. It was obvious that Nick found her very attractive. And Nick was certainly very handsome himself. They began to talk about photography and the weather and swinging parties.
Soon there were four men gathered around Ann, all of them eager to talk to her.
Ann forgot all about her earlier discomfort. She was titillated by the idea of being at a party where she could potentially make love to any man she wanted to ... right away. It was the ultimate in sexual titillation. No beating around the bush. If you wanted to make love to someone, all you had to do was find a spot and do it.
Ann's nervousness returned as she realized things were happening around her. People were starting to get naked. Some couples were retiring to the back rooms. Others were making out right on the living room floor. The moment of truth was approaching.
Again, she looked back over her shoulder for Tom. She froze when she saw that he was naked, with the naked Norma wrapped cozily in his arms. Another naked woman was standing talking to them. She was running her hands over both Tom and Norma. It looked to Ann like the beginning of a threesome.
And this time, she would be excluded.
At first she felt overwhelmed by the feelings of jealousy and anger that were surging through her. She had expected the initial plunge into orgy to be hard. But not this hard. For one thing, she had expected Tom to be the one who found it hard to adjust, not her.
She watched in agonized despair as Tom bent down and kissed Norma. She could see his hand wandering over her breasts, pinching her tits. Norma's hand reached down and grabbed Tom's cock.
For one frenzied moment, Ann thought about rushing, over and pulling Tom away from the two women. It took an effort for her to remain where she was. For several seconds she didn't even notice the hand clasping hers. When she did, she looked around in irritation. A tall handsome young man was smiling at her appealingly. She felt a surge of relief. She smiled back.
"Do you want to come sit on the couch with me?"
Ann had no hesitation. She would show Tom she didn't need him any more than he needed her.
The man - Ann couldn't remember his Name, " though she had been introduced to him earlier - led her to the couch. He started to take off his clothes. Ann followed his example. She was a little startled by the mechanics of getting into an orgy. It all seemed so clinically impersonal.
The moans of the other orgiasts were titillating her. It was a strange experience to be surrounded by couples making love. When she was naked, she looked over to the corner of the room where Tom had been standing with the two women. They were gone. Her eyes shifted quickly around the room. She spotted Tom on the floor, eating Norma's pussy. The other woman was kneeling behind Tom, nibbling at his balls and asshole.
Ann turned to the waiting man and smiled. She held out her arms. "Let's do it!"
He pushed her gently down onto the couch. His fingers worked frantically over her breasts, her belly, her clitoris. Ann started to moan. She wanted things in a hurry. She didn't want to bother with foreplay. Once she was writhing in delirious ecstasy, she wouldn't have to worry about what was going on in other parts of the room.
"Fuck me now!" she told the man urgently. "I want it now." His hard cock grazing against her thigh told her he was ready. He reached back and guided his prick into position. With one rough shove, he had his swollen organ buried deep up in Ann's pussy.
"Wow! What a sweet cunt you have, baby!"
The young housewife thrust her loins spasmodically up at him, begging his prick to stroke into her. She felt desperate - with longing, with excitement, with despair. All the feelings were churning around in her head at once. She didn't want to think. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Obediently, the young man began to hump his buttocks rabbit-like down against her cunt. He moved in short staccato movements, never varying his pace. His ardor was tireless but unimaginative. Ann found herself feeling slightly bored, though her pussy was responding, was getting wetter. She wanted someone who would carry her right beyond herself. She wanted to get fucked so hard, she couldn't see straight.
"Ooohhhh!" She hoped her moans would egg the young man on. She wanted to get this encounter over with. She had never been so unaroused in her life. It was with a great sigh of relief that she felt the urgent lurches of his orgasm. She shifted uncomfortably under him, urging him to get to his feet. They smiled wanly at each other.
"Thanks, Ann ... that was great."
"Yeah," was all she said. She lay alone on the couch, not daring to look toward the place where she had last seen Tom. At last she summoned up the courage. To her surprise, he wasn't there. Once again, her eyes scanned the room. She found him standing not far from where she was lying. He was fucking a girl with short blonde hair up against the wall. Ann fought back the tears that threatened to spring to her eyes.
"How are you getting along?" The voice was familiar. Nick Burroughs sat down next to Ann on the couch. He was naked now. Ann was impressed by how handsome he was. His long thick cock lay almost fully erect on his lap. His eyes followed the direction of her gaze.
"Oh that ... " he said. "You look pretty sexy lying there." His dark eyes were smoldering pits of desire. "You look pretty sexy yourself." Ann was feeling a familiar surge of lust deep in the pit of her belly. The first man had just wet her insides with his cum. She knew instinctively that fucking this man would mean much more to her. She sat up on the couch. Their mouths locked in a hungry kiss.
"Mmmmmmm." Ann's pussy throbbed with hunger as he stretched her out on the couch and guided his cock to her cunt. His mouth never left hers. Their tongues clashed in hot search, mimicking the action that was about to take place at their loins.
"I wanted to fuck you the first minute I saw you," he murmured into her mouth. Just at that moment, his cock entered the hot dampness of her cunt.
"Oooohhhh, God-d-d! God, it's good!" Her mind became a lazy blank as she reveled in the heated fucking motion he was establishing up into her clenching pussy. Everything that was going on around her was totally forgotten, except perhaps for the moans and groans that now mingled with her own. It no longer mattered to her what Tom was .doing. She was getting fucked, hard and strong, just the way she wanted it. She looked up at Nick. "You're the answer to a maiden's prayer," she told him.
"You're every man's wet dream, baby." He plunged his cock again, and again deep into the warm clasping furrow of her pussy. He varied the rhythm, relishing the way she squealed for more when he held still in her for a few moments. "Uuuuhhhh, Christ! You're tight, baby! Really tight!" Nick was a veteran of fuck parties. It wasn't often he encountered a woman who turned him on the way Ann did. She was a real find - beautiful too. Typical of the kind of girl Dick Major finds for himself, he thought admiringly.
Ann ran her hands greedily over the man's back and buttocks. She loved feeling the way his ass clenched to summon up the energy to shoot his cock deep into her. When his buttocks failed to clench, when he was holding out on her, her frenzy of desire became unbearable. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" Her cries were loud. She was only vaguely aware that several men had gathered round to watch her go at it.
"Jee-z! Look at this one! She's really hot!"
"Yeah, man! I'd like to get my turn at that!"
Nick, too, was totally absorbed in the tantalizing sensations emerging from the blending of his cock and Ann's cunt. He paid no attention to the admiring stares and the comments. He just fucked. Fucked till his cock felt like a rod of tough steel, until it throbbed with the urgent need to break out.
It happened suddenly, unexpectedly. The pull of her talented cunt-muscles was too much for him. He blew into her.
The blonde was aware that his cock was shooting hot spurts of jism deep into her pussy. The knowledge barely registered, though. She kept on squirming under him. All she knew was that she hadn't cum yet. And she wanted to cum. Nick pulled himself slowly, regretfully off her. He would have liked to linger, to get it up so he could fuck her again. But that was not the code of the orgy. You had to give the other guys a chance. And there was a whole line of them waiting for their chance with sweet Ann.
No sooner had Nick pulled away than a pair of strong hands were pulling Ann round on the couch so her pussy was facing outward. A face buried itself between her thighs. A tongue lapped hungrily at her stiff clitoris.
Ann had no idea who the man was who was sucking her pussy. She looked down at him. His dark head labored eagerly against her cunt-slit. The sight let loose the wanton whore in Ann. She was being eaten by a total stranger and it felt good. It felt great! She lurched her pussy up to give him easier access to her throbbing genitals. "AAAAAgggghbhh! Ooooohhhh! Uuuuhhh!" She was a writhing mass of salacious arousal. Eyes closed, she rocked her head from side to side. She was totally caught up in eroticism now. All she wanted was pleasure or her pussy.
"Jee-zuz Christ, will you look at that?! I've never seen a woman respond like that in my life!"
"She's the hottest little pussy I've ever seen at one of these shindigs, I'll tell you that. Beautiful too. A real beauty!"
Ann had gathered an audience made up of two in her pussy. The mouth had deserted her down elements - the idle watchers who came over to get a few minutes' inspiration from watching her writhe and moan, and the hard-core admirers who were waiting in line for their own sampling of that dynamite cunt. Her cries dominated all the others in the room. She had in fact become the core around which the party was revolving.
Ann scarcely paid any attention when several hands lifted her from the couch and set her down on the floor. The man between her legs continued to eat her pussy. She could feel his tongue stabbing up between her cunt-lips. She could feel them throbbing with excitement. She was exploding inside. Exploding! Just as she was starting to whine out her first orgasm, someone shoved a cock between her lips. She began to suck like a starving, babe, suctioning her mouth around the prick and letting him fuck deep into her throat. Again she did not know who the man was. But she loved the taste and texture of his cock. She was aware of hands and mouths running over her firm round tits and flat belly. Her whole body was quivering with abandoned ecstasy.
It was true, what Susan had said. The more you got, the more you wanted. She felt someone shove a cock into her hand. Automatically, she began to slide her fingers sensuously up and down over the smooth rubbery surface. Cock in her mouth, cock in her hand, and in another moment, she had cock in her pussy. The mouth had deserted her down there, only to be replaced by a thick, filling prick. "Mmmmmm," was all she could utter around the thick tool fucking her mouth. She raised her legs and wrapped them around the back of the man fucking into her cunt. Her feet kicked him, urging her to pump into her, harder and faster and deeper.
Ann was immersed in a sexual Paradise. Every part of her was receiving the attention it craved. Her whole body was being tantalized into wanton madness by a thousand fluttering touches and licks and cock-strokes. "Uuuuhh! Mmmmm!" She squealed with excitement as the cock in her mouth exploded in a hot mouthful of cum. She swallowed hungrily, licked the shaft clean. It was then that the cock in her pussy exploded, filling her for the third time that evening up between her thighs.
New cocks replaced the ones that deserted her mouth and her cunt. Ann gave them the enthusiastic reception that she had given the others. She whined and wiggled and ground her ass in flagrant excitement until they too had spilled their precious goodies into her greedy belly, from both ends.
Gradually, there came a lull in the party, when people drifted back into conversation as though to summon up new energy for the rounds ahead. Ann struggled to her feet, felt the wet cum spilling from her pussy as she walked toward the kitchen. She felt badly in need of a drink.
Tom was in the kitchen. He looked tired but happy. He had his arm's around two women. One of them was Sheila Burroughs. He left them and walked over to Ann. "How are you, honey?" There was a touch of concern in his look.
Ann grinned at him. "I'm just fine. Susan was right. Orgies are the greatest!" Someone poured her a drink and she took a healthy swig.
Tom seemed to relax when he realized Ann was truly enjoying what was happening to her. He leered at her. "How many cocks tonight, baby?"
Ann looked at him with a vague feeling of disgust. "I lost count after the first four or five."
"You did, eh? That's some hot little cunt you've got there." He reached down and stuck a finger deep into her pussy. She groaned involuntarily. She didn't like this rough treatment from her own husband, but the finger felt good. She was highly sensitized by all that had been happening to her this evening. "Ready for more, are you?" There was a hard edge to Tom's voice. He turned her round and bent her over the sink.
"Tom, what are you doing?" They were alone in the kitchen now. Still, somehow Ann did not like the idea of her husband taking her like this. It was too much like a gesture of ownership.
His fingers spread her pussy-flanges and his cock surged on up inside. She groaned with pleasure. Despite her misgivings, her body could not deny the tantalizing flutterings speeding through her nerve endings. While she clung to the edge of the sink, she began to rotate her ass back in search of Tom's cock.
"Oooohhh! Uuuuhhh!"
"You know, Ann, I never realized just how much you can take! You're a real little piggie when it comes to fucking, aren't you?" His voice was hard, hoarse. Tom was intensely excited by the way he was taking his wife, right here in the kitchen. From the corner of his eye, he could see a few spectators gathered in the doorway.
Ann felt cut by Tom's words. But she was too excited to really. worry about what he was saying. It was what he was doing that counted. His cock was massaging her cunt into seething arousal. She could feel her nerve endings opening wide against his hurried assault.
"God, that woman never quits!" It `was a woman's voice.
Ann turned quickly toward the source of the comment. Several men and women were watching her and Tom. Somehow, Ann felt dirty. But her cunt was throbbing. She was excited. She was playing the game. Everything told her to keep on doing what she was doing.
"Uh, baby, feels good! You're still tight as a drum!" Tom was more titillated than he had been all night. There was something perversely exciting about throwing it to his wife after she had been fucked or pawed or used by most of the men at the party. She was still his woman!
"Oh Tom! Oh Tom! Do it to meeee!" Ann was letting go the last of her inhibitions. She didn't even care any more that there were people watching her and Tom fucking each other. Their sex life was no longer private. They were now part of an "open relationship". All the rules were out the window.
"I'm fucking you, baby! I'm fucking you!"
Tom sent long, deep stroke after stroke far up into his wife's clinging pussy. Wet as she was from all the cum she had gathered, her walls still clasped him with inciting tautness. He wanted to cum in her, but he was going to wait for her. He wanted to show her he could still do it to her as well as the rest of them.
Rotating her ass like a passionate zombie, Ann `struggled to climb the peak, to wrench one more orgasm from her much-used body. At last she could feel the telltale shudder deep in her belly. She was letting loose. Tom was making her cum! "Tom darling! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
As soon as he heard her victorious cry, the big man rushed to meet her. He plunged his cock again and again deep into her spasming belly, until he too was gone. "I'm cumming with you, baby!"
As husband and wife quivered in climactic exhaustion, a loud burst of applause erupted from the doorway. Norma walked toward them and caressed them both.
"It's good to see a husband and wife who can still get their best pleasure out of each other. You looked like real lovebirds, the two of you, going at it."
Ann grinned sheeplishly. She wasn't sure if she felt like a lovebird. She realized there had been a certain amount of hostility in her encounter with Tom. They were testing each other, to see if the night's experience had changed them any. Already, Ann knew, there was a hardened worldliness in their response to one another. Both knew there were other cocks, other cunts in the world. Right at arm's reach, for the taking.
Norma clapped her hands for attention. "I'm going to need some help getting the goodies ready."
Six naked women bustled around the kitchen, preparing the midnight snack.