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  I pulled Lisa up to a standing position. I needed a drink or ten. Maybe after a couple stiff drinks I could loosen up. I took her hand and helped her step over a guy who had a woman’s mass of long blond hair draped over his groin and a shapely woman’s ass over his face.

  Then as we stepped over the next couple, a handsome young man who had a woman riding his pole, cowgirl style, he shouted, “Don’t move!”

  My wife, who still had one leg in the air as she tried to step over him asked, “What?”

  A lascivious grin spread across his face. “What is right. What a sexy cunt you have. Would you do me the honor of sitting on my tongue?”

  As my wife put her foot down and started to lower her you know what toward his wriggling tongue, I jerked her across him and said, “Maybe later. You wouldn’t know where we could get a drink would you?”

  “Yeah, there’s a bar about forty feet up the way you’re going. When you reach the gal who’s taking all cumers in the ass, look to the right. Behind that mass of naked bodies is a bar.”

  “Thanks.”

  “You bring that lady back now so I can taste that tantalizing twat.”

  I ignored him and wrapped an arm tightly around Lisa. After about fifteen mist-filled feet we came to a line and I thought it might be a line for the bar. I tapped the last person in the line, a man who was jerking his wanker, on the shoulder. “Is this line for the bar?”

  He angled around enough to laugh, “Naw. This is the line to bugger Bonnie’s bodacious, brown, butt hole.” He pointed ahead and to the right. “The bar is over there.” He looked Lisa up and down. “Hey lady, you wouldn’t like it in the ass would you? This line could be cut in half if Bonnie had help.”

  Were my eyes deceiving me or did Lisa blush.

  “Sorry, my husband won’t even let me get fucked in the pussy.”

  The man got an incredulous look on his face. “Really, what’re you doing here then?”

  I jerked Lisa away and pulled her in the direction the man had pointed. “That’s what I’m wondering. Thanks for your help.”

  * * * *

  After waiting at the bar for ten minutes, getting pinched, felt up and finger fucked, while my hero got me a wine spritzer, I said, “We need to talk.”

  “Yes?”

  With my fists resting on my hips, I cocked my head and spread my feet. “I’m willing to let you have sex with anyone who appeals to you, but you keep hanging on to me like I’m some prized personal possession.”

  Steven gazed at me with contrition in his eyes. “I’m sorry. You are very important to me. I never knew you felt this way.”

  “I’m sorry too. Sometimes life is so boring, I need a little excitement.”

  He looked around with a smirk on his lips. “I’d say this is more than just a little excitement.”

  I tittered. “It is and it’s driving me crazy. Baby, Look at this.” I reached between my legs and scooped some crème on my forefinger. “See this. I’m so horny my juices are trickling down my legs. I need relief.”

  * * * *

  Lisa nudged me against the wall. “If you won’t let me fuck anyone else, I need to fuck you. If all these people bother you, close your eyes. I’ll do everything.”

  Lisa found an unused cushion, got on her knees in front of me and started to stroke my cock. At first I was embarrassed until I realized everyone was experiencing their own version of genital delight. As Lisa suggested, I closed my eyes. It actually helped me concentrate on the carnal sensations that ran from my cock up my body to my mind.

  All of a sudden, Lisa’s lips closed around one of my testes. She sucked on it then moved to the other. The sounds and smell of sex permeated the air. What my wife did, along with grunts, moans, and whimpers all around us, had me so worked-up, I could feel my heart thumping. Add in the heady almond-like aroma of aroused pussies, and the cleanser-like smell of fresh semen and it compounded my arousal. But what stirred me the most was the occasional cry of a woman experiencing the glory of orgasmic ecstasy.

  When Lisa’s warm wet tongue laved up the length of my stiff shaft, I could barely breathe. And when her long fingers dug into my buttocks and her lips wrapped around my nine-and-a-half inch wand taking it deep, thank God I was leaning against a wall because my knees buckled. I placed my hands on each side of her head and dug my fingers through her hair, while guiding her cock-sucking, I couldn’t take much more. “Oh God, baby. I’m close.”

  Lisa picked up her pace sucking and stroking me with her hand in tandem. The signs of climax were everywhere. From the tingle on every inch of my skin, to the tickly feeling running to every nerve in my body and the tightening of my gonads, I was on the threshold of orgasm. I shouted, “I’m coming baby,” followed quickly by the first of many spurts and a loud grunt accompanied each squirt.

  Usually, after warning her, Lisa pulled away and I give her a pearl necklace. However, the licentious atmosphere of the pool party must have affected her, because she deep-throated my entire rod and dug her stiletto tipped fingers into my rump. As I was pumping my spunk in Lisa’s mouth, severe pain in my rear caused my eyelids to flick open.

  Chapter Three

  Robert stood just a few feet away, smiling. “That sounded like a dandy climax.”

  “It was. Hi Robert. Where’s Nicole?”

  “Cleaning you up. I hope you enjoyed Nicole as much as I’m enjoying Lisa.”

  My eyes rounded when I looked down. Lisa was blonde. No make that the girl who blew me, whom I thought was Lisa was blonde. Her blue eyed gaze met mine. “Hi Steve, did you like it?”

  It was Nicole, Robert’s wife, but where’s Lisa. I glanced back to Robert. He wasn’t looking me anymore. Rather his face was contorted from pleasure. I dared to lower my gaze. His pleasure giver was on her knees with her back to me, but her long, reddish-brown hair would’ve given her away, anywhere. My Lisa was sucking Robert’s cock and apparently from all appearances, loving it. I wanted to punch the son-of-a-bitch in the mouth, but decided it wouldn’t be very sporting, considering I’d just deposited a gallon of Steven Sawyer’s select, premium jism down his wife’s throat.

  I was stuck, in more ways than one. Nicole still had the claws on one of her hands buried in one of my buns as she frenetically worked my cock over with her hand and mouth.

  “Nicole. What are you doing?”

  “I’m getting you up so you can fuck me. Did you like my blow job? Robert says I’m the best.”

  It was good and to top it off, Nicole is every bit as hot as Lisa. What was I worried about? I’d be fucking a woman I’d give my eye teeth to fuck, if I wasn’t married.

  Because after Lisa finished sucking Robert off, he would most likely fuck my wife, like I fucked his.

  “You must like me sucking you off, ’cause I can tell you’re tense and you’re gritting your teeth.”

  “Your blow job was the best I’ve ever had.”

  “Good, now you can pay me back by fucking my socks off.”

  “But you don’t have socks on.”

  “Figure of speech, baby. I’ve been dreaming of your big dick plugging my hole for weeks.

  “Mona. Come over here and help me get Steve hard.”

  “With pleasure. Why didn’t you tell me Lisa was married to a hunk who has a big dick?”

  All of a sudden, Mona joined Nicole in the stroke-a-thon of my cock, alternately sucking on it like it was a cherry flavored Popsicle. There I was with two of the hottest women on the planet, let alone Hollywood, taking turns gobbling my dick, so I could get hard and fuck their socks off their feet. What could I do? They were making me hard. What should I do? The obvious answer was to fuck the socks off their sockless feet.

  Then I remembered Armando. I just knew he was next to Robert and Lisa was taking turns sucking on their tally-whackers. In a panic, I opened my eyes. Relief flooded me when I saw that Lisa was still servicing only Robert.

  Suddenly, Lisa went off like an air raid siren. What the…? Then I saw it. Following her
sashaying buttocks I saw she’d spread her legs and Armando lay on his back with his ‘Ripley’s, Believe It Or Not’ oral massager up Lisa’s wide open saucy snatch.

  He lay close enough that had not Nicole and Mona been in the way, I could’ve stomped on his balls. I’d just decided crushing Armando’s family jewels wasn’t very sporting of me either when Nicole announced. “He’s ready. Do you get him first or can I have him?”

  “Why don’t we find a quiet place and let him fuck and eat both of us?”

  They rose and each grabbed an arm. Did I want to go with them? It seemed like if I stayed here I would have to watch two strapping studs fuck my wife. I didn’t want that. Maybe if I left and fucked two dazzling women, it wouldn’t seem as if she got fucked. I looked at Nicole and then Mona, smiled and said, “Lead the way.”

  “Good. Robert we’re going to see if we can find an empty fuck room.”

  * * * *

  I didn’t see Steve leave, but I heard Nicole tell Robert they were going to a fuck room. I knew when I turned my husband’s cock over to my best friend, Nicole, I left him in good hands. In the meantime, thanks to the magical tongue of Armando, I had the longest lasting, most mind blowing oral orgasm ever, but I would never tell Steven that.

  As Nicole and I had agreed, I planned on having sex with Robert, while she seduced my husband. I always liked Robert’s looks, so Nicole didn’t have a hard time talking me into it. He was like a cross between Steven and Armando, having Steven’s blue eyes and Armando’s black hair, though not as long and thick.

  Armando devouring my pussy had been a heavenly bonus. Frantically rubbing my swollen bundle of nerves with his thumb, sending shock waves through my body, Armando had slid his incredibly long tongue inside my juicy channel and reamed my pussy. I don’t think it took sixty seconds before fireworks went off in my body and I went off like a banshee.

  Now, Armando had sidled up next to Robert, his cock at attention. I felt like Calamity Jane with a loaded gun in each hand. I snickered. Only my guns shot thick, slippery spunk instead of lead. I knew Nicole was a swallower, so I was sure that was what Robert expected. Hell, Steven might expect it too, after today, assuming Nicole went south with his load.

  Suddenly, a tall, handsome, well-built man with a close trimmed Van Dyke beard and a John Holmes-size shaft walked up and laid a hand on Robert’s and my shoulders. “Hello, Robert. Who’s the pretty lady?”

  “Hi Jack, This is my friend Lisa Sawyer. Her husband just went off with Nicole.”

  “Hmm. Lucky man. You’re a lucky man too.” Turning his attention to me, he offered his hand. “I’m Jack Hanson. With my wife’s help, I’ve be putting on these shindigs for over two years. You’re new aren’t you?”

  I shook his large hand. “It’s a pleasure. Yes. This is my first party.”

  He smiled. “I have to keep mingling, but believe me when I say the pleasure is mine. Make sure you attend next month’s gala. We’ll be celebrating Beltane and I’d like you to be one of our maidens. You might even get elected Queen of Beltane.”

  “Thank you. I will try to make it.”

  When the host left, I went back to stroking both of my male fantasy men, I alternated sucking on Armando and then Robert. Like Steven, they both had oversized cocks that were a challenge to keep from scraping my teeth against.

  Moaning and groaning, they both seemed close to cuming, so I suggested, “I love sucking you guys off, but I’d sure like to have one of these salami sized shafts buried in my treasure trove while I serviced the other.”

  * * * *

  With both gorgeous ladies holding my hand we entered the side entrance to the Hanson Mansion. Mona informed me, “The fuck rooms are converted bedrooms.”

  Nicole squeezed my cock and smiled. “Yeah. Instead of having a bed, the floor is covered with gymnasium mats.”

  “Sounds good to me. Have I told you gals how great you look sans your clothes?” I snickered. “’Course, I never saw Mona in clothes.”

  Nicole and Mona both kissed my cheek. Then Nicole flashed a coy smile. “Thanks for the compliment Stevie. Ah here we are. Look for a room that has a green light above it.”

  “Down the on the right.” Mona pointed excitedly. “It looks like the only unoccupied one.”

  “Good. I was worried we might have to go in the basement and use a bondage room.”

  “I didn’t know they had bondage rooms,” exclaimed Mona

  “Yeah, I’ve been in one a couple of times, but I’m in a straight sex mood tonight.”

  I tensed as Mona squeezed my cock. “Me too. Steve’s cock and tongue sex. You too, if you’re willing.”

  “Why not. You’re as beautiful as Lisa and I’ve done her.”

  Shocked, I stopped and turned to Nicole. “You’ve had sex with my wife?”

  “Loosen up baby. We were roommates in college. I guess Lisa, Robert and Armando will have to find somewhere else to fuck.”

  A glimmer of hope shot through my mind. “Maybe she won’t want to do any more than blow them.”

  Nicole cruelly dashed that hope. “Dream on, Stevie. Lisa’s been counting the days until she could come here and get some strange.”

  My brows dipped low and my mouth fell open. “But Lisa specifically said she just found out about the party.”

  “I’ve been after her to come and bring you for months.”

  Mona pulled the door open and both ladies grabbed an arm. After they pulled me in, I surveyed the room. It was square, perhaps fourteen feet by fourteen. One of the walls was mirrored as was the ceiling. Life-sized posters of people fucking and sucking in various positions covered the other walls. The room had a bath and a closet which seemed to hold sex toys.

  Nicole waltzed into the closet and returned with a half dozen foil covered condoms as Mona locked the door and switched the red ‘occupied’ light on. Red seemed to be the color of the day as the spongy floor was covered by a custom-sized, red satin sheet, which stretched across the room and attached to the walls.

  Nicole padded up, handed me a condom and threw the rest on the sheet. Then her long fingers and thumb wrapped around my chin and squeezed my cheek. “Yes, pretty boy. Lisa is going to fuck my husband and Mona’s boyfriend, but you, my dream-lover, are going to fuck Mona and moi.” As Nicole reclined onto the mat and spread her legs, Mona eased up behind me. Pressing her grapefruit sized breasts into my back, she looped a hand around me and stroked my burgeoning cock. Nicole lifted her hand, an obvious invitation to sample her wares. “Mona and I are going to make you feel so good you won’t care what Lisa does.”

  * * * *

  Robert pulled me to my feet. “Armando, Lisa wants it bad. What do you say we find our own fuck room?”

  Armando edged up so close his cock brushed my abdomen while my breasts pushed against his broad hairy chest. “Is that what you want?” he asked with a slight accent.

  “Yes.”

  He cocked his head. “Have you ever been with two men?”

  “No.”

  “You’re going to love it.” Armando lowered his lips to mine and kissed me, his long passionate tongue filling and swirling around my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his left hand undercut my thighs, lifting me into his arms. Armando swung around and Robert led the way heading back toward the entrance, while I felt as if I had somehow got the better of the deal. After all I was about to have my first ménage à trios.

  Robert led Armando with me in his arms past each of the occupied fuck rooms. “It looks like we’ll need to go upstairs and see if we can find an open bedroom or downstairs—”

  Armando took his tongue out of my mouth long enough to reply, “No, not the bondage rooms. Not for our girl’s first time. I’d rather fuck her in a bed anyway. Wouldn’t you?”

  “Absolutely. Let’s see, there should be some service stairs right over…ah, there they are.”

  We headed to and up the stairs. Unlike the fuck rooms the bedrooms had no ‘occupied’ lights. The first two doors Robert t
ried were locked. “Here we go,” Robert said, when the third room was empty. He waltzed in followed by Armando, who set me on the fancy, four post, king-sized, canopy bed. The room was large, somewhere around fifteen by eighteen feet. The underside of the canopy was mirrored and bawdy bordello paintings hung from the walls, but otherwise the room appeared to be decorated in a gay nineties motif. A matching dresser and two nightstands rested against the wall which had a fancy chair rail at table height and flowery, red and gray, flocked wallpaper from the chair rail to the ten inch crown molding which wrapped the room at the ceiling. I decided this was an auspicious place to have my first ménage à trios.

  * * * *

  In a daze, still having doubts, Mona apparently tried to reassure me, when she whispered in my ear. “Go on baby she wants it and so do I.”

  I knelt betwixt Nicole’s splayed legs, not sure whether I should, but my hard cock had no doubts. It was ready for action. I remembered Nicole’s admission, “You, my dream-lover, are going to fuck Mona and moi. I’ve been dreaming of your big dick plugging my hole for weeks.”

  Nicole’s eyes revealed how much she wanted this. A finger in her squirming, warm, humid pussy confirmed this. Admittedly, she wasn’t the only one. Nicole’s beautiful lithe, but shapely body was a titillating vision. I always admired her looks, but had never expected to get an opportunity to have sex with her. Especially, since her best friend happened to be my wife.

  I wanted to eat her luscious pussy, to swallow her cum the way she had swallowed mine by the pool, but her beautiful blues implored me to insert my shaft into her waiting slot and fuck her. After Mona applied a condom, I guided the head of my rigid cock to the entrance to her deep pink well. Without inserting, I rubbed my manhood back and forth against her expanded clit. Breathily, she beseeched me, “Oh, please, Steve. Please, I’ve got to have you inside me.”

  As Mona suckled one of Nicole’s swollen nipples, I inched my hardness slowly into her sodden chamber until I met resistance. Nicole wrapped her hands around her thighs just above her knees, and pulled her legs up and out offering her pussy in an even more optimum fuck position. “Now, I’m ready. Give me every inch of that big fat cock.” This time it slid in further, then all the way. Oh God! The feeling as Nicole’s hungry pussy swallowed my entire member felt indescribable. As my shaft glided in, her pussy muscles seemed to cinch around it as if embracing and welcoming my plunging penis. Nicole groaned and thrust her vagina against each penile probe. I had my cock in my wife’s best friend and she orchestrated it.