Unknown - The swap club

"How…?"

"I told you, the mirror. And when she went past on the way out, she didn't rebutton the skirt. I could see the garters and stocking tops. And the blouse was real thin. She was just bouncing away."

"Wow!"

Debby was quiet as we went out to the car. It was drizzling lightly, and we drove over. We drove in silence. I hoped I hadn't fucked up her view of her parents. I should have kept quiet. We pulled up outside Jerry and Carol's house.

"Look. I'm sorry I said anything."

Debby shook her head and looked at me, smiling. "It's okay. I just never thought of Mom and Dad that way. I hope she had fun." She leaned across the seat and kissed me lightly. "Ready?"

"I guess. Just remember. If you feel uncomfortable, or just want to go, say the word and we're gone."

"It's okay. Let's see what it's like." I walked her up the walkway with my hand on her ass, and felt thin lace panties under the dress. I looked at her quizzically.

Laughing, she said, "Last minute nerves." I laughed with her.

Jerry greeted us at the door. He was dressed like me, but with a sport coat on. Carol waved and came over. She was in a light silk chemise that came down to mid thigh, and heels. She kissed us both. Jerry steered me to the bar.

I literally stared at the scene. It was like nothing I had expected. "This is not what I thought it was going to be," I told Jerry.

He laughed. "What did you expect?"

"I don't know. Not this."

"What? Maybe a full blown orgy on the carpet?"

"Yeah. Or maybe just a scene from a Fellini movie. This looks just like a cocktail party."

Jerry laughed again. "It is! I told you. It's just like a cocktail party. Only it gets more personal."

"Well it's not there yet."

"The night is young."

I looked around. Most of the people I knew or was friends with. Dan and Cindy Loomis, the Summers, Bob and Bobbi, Jeff Golden and Denise Haller, and a pair I didn't know, Ted and Alice West. One thing, though, all of the women wore skirts or dresses, and none wore a bra, that I could detect. I got Debby a drink, and we separated. Like every party, the men talked in one group, and the women in another.

At least initially. After about fifteen minutes Dan Loomis, a tall fellow with that blonde "surfer" look, split off from the guys and went over to the women. He whispered in the ear of Bobbi Summer, a short, petite girl in a blouse and skirt, and then followed her down the hall. Then, I felt a tug at my arm.

"Could you give me hand in the library?" asked Carol.

"Sure," I said, and followed her down the steps.

Stupid me. I figured she needed some help. When we got there, she closed the door.

"What's the problem?"

Carol walked up to me, so close her chest touched mine. "I'm horny, and I need a good fuck," she said.

"Oh." So this is how it begins. What about Debby? Would I be able to come if she called? What if I fucked, and she didn't? A million thoughts ran through my mind before Carol called me back.

"I've seen you looking at me. Staring at me at the pool. Looking down my dress at the Christmas party," she whispered throatily to me. "Don't you want to see what you've been missing?"

"Uh…"

"Here. Give me your hands." Taking my hands, Carol lifted them to her breasts. The chemise showed a nice amount of cleavage, and while opaque, molded itself to her so that nothing was left to my imagination. She placed my sweaty palms on her tits, part on the fabric, part on her tits. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. Her tits felt so warm and alive. "God, that's good. Wouldn't you like to see them?" Leaving my hands where they were, Carol moved her hands to the straps and slowly pulled them down off her shoulders. The fabric covering her breasts slipped beneath my fingers, until my hands were touching her naked tits.

They were huge. Big nipples, hard and firm. The chemise slipped down her body to the floor. I looked down. She was wearing nothing but thigh top stockings under the slip. Suddenly my mouth was excruciatingly dry.

"Um… um…"

"Here, have a seat." Carol pushed me down onto a couch, and sat beside me. "Why don't we make you more comfortable." She moved her hands to my pants and undid my belt. Unzipping my pants, she asked, "I think this is more comfortable. Don't you?"

"Um… ah…"

I felt like putty in her hands. No thoughts entered my mind except this gorgeous woman pulling my pants to my knees. My cock was certainly comfortable, though. It seemed to have a life of it's own, and was as rigid as I could ever remember it. It pointed at the ceiling.

Wordlessly, Carol straddled my erection and slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt as if I would explode at the warm, wet contact, but she slid her hands down and squeezed the base of my root and stopped my imminent climax. Then she began to rock back and forth, lifting off and sinking back slowly. She unbuttoned my shirt, and rubbed her massive mammaries against my chest. Although, Debby and I had often fucked this way at home, somehow this was different, wonderfully, delightfully different. My pelvis reacted without conscious thought, thrusting upward to meet her increasingly rapid descents. Minutes later, we came in a heated rush.

After a few moments resting against me, Carol hopped off my lap and stood. "Let's get back to the party." I zipped my pants again, tucking in my shirt, but leaving it unbuttoned. Taking my hand, she led me back upstairs. She left her dress in the library. What would Debby say?

I was surprised to find the living room somewhat empty when we got upstairs. It seems that a number of people had paired off and were cavorting privately. I didn't know what to expect, and decided to watch and learn.

My concerns about Debby were ungrounded. She was sitting in Jerry's lap in an armchair, watching Cindy, Jeff, and Alice. Jeff was seated on the center of the couch, while Cindy sat at his feet and Alice knelt beside him. Alice was a slim blonde, and had removed her shirt to reveal, small, perky breasts. Jeff was leaning over sucking those breasts, while he had one hand under her denim miniskirt. Alice's moans told where that hand was and what it was doing. Cindy, an average size redhead with a cute figure, had unwrapped her wrap skirt. Now, dressed only in her tube top, stockings and garters, and high heels, she was deep throating Jeff. His pants were around his ankles, and he had taken off his shirt.

Jerry was watching the trio also, but he had matters well in hand. Debby's shoulder straps had been untied and her tube top had been pushed down to her waist. In addition, her skirt had been raised above her hips. Jerry's pants were unzipped, and his prodigious member was erect and stuffed up Debby's twitching pussy. He had shoved her panties aside far enough to fuck her. One of her legs was over the arm of the chair, and the other rested on the floor. She leaned back against her partner and both were watching the group on the couch.

Cindy's ministrations had the expected effect on Jeff. Grunting, he began thrusting his hand hard under Alice's skirt as he exploded onto Cindy's tonsils. Alice gave a small shudder and cry, and clasped his head to her breasts.

The sight definitely turned on Debby. She reached down to her crotch with both hands and began rubbing Jerry's buried cock and exposed nuts. Her cunt was spasming as he gave a final thrust and came upwards into my wife.

We fucked in that position every once in a while, usually while watching a porno flick together. Watching her do it with another man, while they watched a live sex show, really turned me on. My cock immediately came to attention again, harder than before.

"Where's everybody else?" I quietly asked Carol. "By my calculations, there's one more man than woman, at the moment."