Unknown - The swap club

"You didn't?" said Debby.

Blushing, Denise nodded and said, "Yep. I couldn't even tell who it was. They didn't talk. These guys didn't just fuck me. I had to blow them, too. A couple knelt over my chest and titfucked me and came on my face. Once, they let me up to go pee. And kept my hands tied. I had to blow somebody while peeing. Then they tied me back to the coffee table, this time face down."

"No," said Debby.

"Then I took it in the ass." For all of Denise's blushing, her breathing became more rapid, and her nipples really perked up. I glimpsed Debby's hand move slowly to her crotch. Maybe we'd have to do that sometime.

"Anyway. Two, please and thank you go a long way. It's not just 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'." Warming to the subject, Jeff continued. "Three. Like at any good party, mingle. Try to screw all the women, not just one or two. They do appreciate the attention." Denise and Debby really giggled at his comment. "Be sure to screw the host or hostess, so they know you enjoyed the party. If you can't bring wine, crotchless panties are an acceptable substitute. Fourth, this is not a football game. Do not pat the other men on the ass. High-fives after successfully scoring are okay, if a bit gauche. And don't smoke a cigarette afterwards, unless the host and hostess allow it."

I laughed deeply. Any lingering nervousness I had felt vanished. "So none of the guys go both ways, then."

"Not unless you're the first."

"What about the women?" asked Debby.

"Usually not, but it's not unheard of. Denise and Alice occasionally swing that way." Denise blushed and nodded. "Of course, I've always felt that the only thing better than lesbian sex is watching." We both laughed and high-fived.

With the talk and the rest break, I felt a second wind returning. Or perhaps, a third wind. I looked down to where Denise lounged at our feet. Boy, she had big hooters. Almost as big as Debby's. "So it would be proper if I politely asked Denise to please suck me off?"

Jeff grinned, and said, "Assuredly."

I didn't even have to ask Denise, who rose to her knees before me. Jeff looked questioningly at Debby, who also smiled and rose to her knees. The two women unzipped our pants and pulled them down. Denise looked over at Debby, and said, "Race you."

Debby looked at me and smirked. I'd had a lot of women before we got married, going back to junior high school, and nobody has ever matched Debby at blow jobs. She had told me once that she really got turned on sucking cock, coming as her man did. She loved the feeling of power she got when a man twice her size was reduced to a whimpering idiot by her lips. Sometimes, when she had her period, when we were alone, she would go the entire time topless, blowing me whenever I looked funny. God knows she had turned me into a whimpering idiot often enough.

Both women bent to their labors. And it wasn't even a contest. For one thing, Jeff wasn't as well equipped as I was. Nothing wrong, mind you, he was merely average. Debby had long experience with an extra few inches. And Denise simply wasn't up to Debby's level of expertise. Her teeth tended to nip a little too much, her tongue action was minimal, and she seemed limited to a plain up-and-down Hoover action. Jeff popped after only minutes.

Debby licked her lips and looked over at Denise. "Want to know what really gets Jimmy going?" Denise, too polite to talk with her mouth full, simply grunted out a mumbled 'uh, huh'. "Put a finger in your pussy, and get it good and wet."

Denise moved a hand into and up her cunt. I knew what was coming and felt myself move closer to orgasm.

"Now, take your finger, and slowly stick it up his ass… That's it… Carefully… Watch the nails… Now, really suck, hard."

I came. I blew. I exploded. Jeff watched in fascination as my hips bucked, pouring an endless stream of jism down Denise's throat. "Wow!" he said. "Honey, you're going to have to remember that!"

Denise allowed my now limp member to drop from her jaws. "Now, make sure you lick everything off," finished Debby. Denise bent down again and licked the lingering come off my cock. Then she looked up and smiled at Debby, and they gave each other high-fives. Jeff and I both laughed at them.

The party, or whatever, broke up shortly after the dueling blow jobs. Debby and I dragged our sorry selves home, and despite the information that it'd be better to fuck each other, we literally collapsed on our bed and fell asleep.

I awoke first, late in the morning. I thought about a wake up screw, but decided I really needed a shower first. I felt covered with dried juices, sort of sticky and crusty. The hot water felt great, and I stood under the spray quite a while.

When I got out, Debby had awoken and seemed to feel the same. After a perfunctory kiss, she whispered, "Later," and stepped under the still running stream. Through the glass I could see her really scrubbing.

I put some old gym shorts on, and got out an outfit for Debby. Then I went down to put on some coffee and make some toast. I had finished and sat down in my lounger, when I heard Debby go into the kitchen. From the sounds, I could tell she, too, was dining on toast and coffee. Then she came into the den.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?"

I looked her over. The outfit I had selected determined her choice of words. She was dressed simply. Very long, sheer black, thigh top stockings went up her long legs, almost touching her crotch. Her feet were strapped into slim black shoes with five inch heels. Otherwise, she was naked, except for a tiny, white lace apron. The apron tied behind her back, and hid her trim blonde pubic hairs only by the most vivid imagination.

I studied her for a few minutes. She maintained an erect, expectant posture, as a proper servant should. Then I motioned towards my coffee cup. "More, please."

"Of course, sir." She leaned at the waist slowly, giving me a good view of big tits swinging in my face, and then slowly picked up the cup and saucer. She sauntered from the room, her buns in a fascinating figure eight motion.

She returned and set down my cup in the same fashion. Slowly, I picked up the cup and sipped. Nodding, I indicated my acceptance.

"Any other way I can serve you, sir?"

Looking her over again, I reached down to the waist of my shorts. Grasping the elastic firmly, I pulled them off my bulging organ and tucked them down below my balls.

Studying my erection, Debby said, "Yes, sir. Orally, vaginally, or anally?"

Pretending to ponder, I waited a moment, and then said, "Um, your mouth, I think. Yes, your mouth. We'll save the rest for later."

"Very good, sir."

Debby knelt between my spread legs and proceeded to give me a world class mouthfuck. Oh, man, I thought, this was even better than last night! After bringing me to the brink at least three times, Debby took her mouth off and looked up at me. "Would you like me to titfuck you as well, sir?"

I gurgled out an appropriately pompous agreement, and she stuffed my wet cock between her mounds. Clasping them there with both hands, she bounced her tits up and down around my cock, sucking the head every time it approached her lips. This time she let me come, licking up the come shooting out of my cock. Some dribbled onto her tits, which she wiped up with her fingers, licking them off.

The rest of the day passed this way. Debby was the ever attentive servant, and I was a very attentive master. I fucked her several times, had a box lunch, and got her off twice with nipple massages.

That evening, Debby put on a very revealing dress, very low cut and lots of slits well up her thighs, and I took her out to dinner. We went parking out at the reservoir, where I did her twice in the back seat. Then home again, for a fairly normal screw in bed.