Monica had a feeling that Jerry was holding out on her, not telling her everything he knew and that this was on Kurt's orders. Kurt wanted to surprise her. So she told herself to be prepared for anything. Kurt had already proved himself to be an outrageously kinky guy, and there was no telling what he'd cooked up for this party.
The master bedroom had its own luxurious bathroom, and Monica used it to shower and re-do her make-up. She was wearing a black sequined jumpsuit that outlined every curve of her fantastic tall, body, and she knew she looked sensational in it, especially with the addition of three-inch heels. She marched into the living room just as Kurt was greeting the first guests, and they all stared at her.
"My friend Monica," Kurt explained smoothly. "Honey, please help me greet my guests."
Monica got to meet everybody as they arrived. They were successful looking people in their late twenties, thirties, and early forties, and they all came in couples. Monica gathered that most of them were married. It didn't sound like it was going to be a very interesting party, but at least the food looked great. As soon as she could, Monica drifted over to the long buffet table and started helping herself.
Jerry was one of the waiters at the buffet, and she smiled at him and said, "Well, Jerry, I don't see anything so different about this party."
He grinned wickedly and said, "You'll see something different if you just turn around."
Monica turned – and almost dropped her plate. In the middle of the vast living room a young woman was stripping. She was doing it in time to the soft sensuous music on the stereo system, and she looked very pretty and graceful. But the plain fact was that she was taking off her clothes in front of about a hundred people, and nobody was saying anything or even acting surprised.
"Oh, my gosh," Monica breathed.
"Didn't I tell you?" Jerry chuckled.
Monica figured she'd better sit down because her knees were feeling a little rubbery. She found a chair and absent-mindedly ate while she watched the stripping girl. The girl was a slender redhead, her long flame-colored hair waving as she danced to the music. She'd already kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her pantyhose and unzipped her dress. Now she was undulating around in just her bra and panties. As Monica watched, she reached around and unhooked her bra.
She let the bra slither down her outstretched arms and fall to the rug. She had small but very nice tits, firm and high, capped with little red nipples. Her tits wobbled enticingly as she danced. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started easing them down. Still nobody spoke up or protested or even looked embarrassed.
Several dozen people had gotten plates of food and were sitting watching the girl as she stripped. Monica almost thought she was part of the entertainment, until she remembered that the slim redhead had been introduced to her as somebody's wife. Monica watched breathlessly as the girl, skinned out of her panties, revealing her small copper-colored bush and nice firm ass.
"Nice going, Andrea," somebody called out.
The redhead smiled and went on dancing, stark naked now. She was moving around the room as she danced, looking the men over, and she finally paused in front of a muscular dark-haired guy in his early thirties. Monica remembered him from the introductions. His name was Bill, and he was sitting with his very pretty blond wife, Tracy. Andrea swayed in front of him, standing close, almost pushing her little red bush in his face.
"Hi," she leered, "I don't think you and I have gotten it on before, have we?"
"No, we haven't," Bill leered back. Then he turned to his wife and said, "Is it okay with you, honey?"
"That's what we're here for, sweetheart," Tracy smiled.
Monica was following this whole scene with her mouth hanging open. Her mouth opened even wider when Bill got up and started taking off his clothes. Andrea went on dancing in front of him, thrusting her mound at him in a way that left nothing to the imagination. She was horny for the guy, and she didn't mind if the whole world knew it. Bill stepped out of his shorts and revealed a cock-stand that wouldn't quit.
Monica swallowed hard, and once again she almost dropped her plate of food. It had started to slid off her lap, and she caught it just in time. She simply couldn't believe what was going on here. It looked as if Andrea and Bill were about to get it on in front of the whole party, and nobody acted like there was anything unusual going on. A few more people were watching them now, but nobody seemed shocked or upset.
Naked, Andrea and Bill danced to the center of the room, then sank down on the thick white carpet and started kissing and pawing each ether. Monica blushed beet red. Sure enough, they were going to make love in front of the whole party! As she was still sitting there speechless and red-faced, an attractive man passed by and remarked, "This ought to be really good. Andrea's never made it with him before."
"Uh, you know Andrea?" Monica managed to say.
"Yeah, she's my wife," the man replied casually.
He moved on and found a seat closer to the action. Now Monica's mind was totally blown. She glanced around the room till she saw Kurt, then hurried over to him. He was standing with a few other people, chatting, and they only occasionally glanced at the naked couple on the rug. Monica signaled Kurt that she wanted to talk to him privately.
"Kurt, what in the world is going on?" she whispered.
Kurt snorted with laughter. "Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" he said. "My friends and I are all swingers. I thought you might like to join us."
"Swingers?" Monica exclaimed. "You mean you have parties like this all the time?"
"That's right." Kurt smiled. "Just relax and see what happens, Monica. I think that once you get used to the idea, you're really going to have a good time."
Monica wasn't so sure about that. She'd had quite a few sexual adventures herself over the last few days, but she wasn't prepared for anything like this. She hadn't been riding in the fast lane. Here were two people actually making love in public, and nobody here seemed a bit upset – except Monica herself. She just hoped she could take Kurt's advice and relax.
She found a place to stand back against the wall where nobody would notice her. By now Andrea and Bill had progressed from steamy tongue-kisses to intimate touches. Bill had his hand between the redhead's legs and was rubbing her pussy, while she had her fingers curled around his cock and was pumping it. To judge from their flushed faces and bright eyes, the two were hotly aroused.
"Lady, in about a minute I'm gonna have to fuck you," Bill growled.
"Oh, goody," Andrea giggled.
Monica was still blushing furiously, but she forced herself to go on watching. She had to admit that she was interested. Watching another couple make love might be very exciting. She felt her pussy starting to heat and moisten. It was hard not to imagine the pleasure Andrea was experiencing, and that made Monica start to get those horny feelings again.
Bill's hand was soaked with Andrea's juices as he massaged her slit. Her fingers were sticky with the hot cream that bubbled from his piss hole and ran down his shaft. The two of them were panting loudly now. They'd also collected quite an audience. Out of about a hundred people, only a few weren't watching the show. People were laughing, talking, eating, drinking, just as if they were watching a nightclub act.
But the talk stopped for a second as. Bill rolled onto his back and lifted Andrea up to straddle him. She poised her pretty red bush right over his thick stiff-standing cock. Then she teasingly rubbed her slick wet pussy back and forth over the engorged purple knob of his cock head. But Bill was too horny to play games. He grasped her by the waist and started shoving his steel-hard cock into her.
"Unnhhhh, yessss," Andrea gasped.
"Ahhhh, baby, you are hot," Bill groaned. Scalding cream overflowed her cunt and dribbled down his cock as he pushed into her. The fit must have been tight, because it took him awhile to get fully into her. Then with only his big coarse-haired balls showing, he paused to catch his breath. Sitting fully impaled on his throbbing dick, Andrea looked down at him with lust-hot eyes.
"Fuck me, Bill," she begged hoarsely, "really give it to me, honey."
"You got it, baby," he leered.
He started fucking her hard and fast, and her slim body shook as if she were riding a bucking bronco. Her luscious little tits bounced up and down, wobbling enticingly. Andrea gurgled with pleasure as she took the rough deep thrusts of Bill's pistoning cock. She creamed steadily, the pearly liquid gushing down his blue-veined shaft and soaking his balls and lower belly.
"This how you want it, baby?" he grinned. "Ahhhhh, yeah, I love it," Andrea panted, "keep fucking me hard, Bill, don't stop."
As she watched intently, Monica realized that she wasn't blushing any more. The heat had left her face and gone to her pussy. Her cunt slit was hot as fire, and the crotch of her panties was soaked with cream. She watched Bill's thick cock hammering in and out of Andrea's juicy little cunt, and all she could think of was how badly she needed a cock in her own horny little pussy. For one wild second she wished she was in Andrea's plate.
But that was outrageous. No way in the world would she fuck in front of an audience. She wasn't criticizing these people's life style.
They were just having fun, not hurting anybody else. But it wasn't for her. Or so she told herself as she stood there with her eyes glued to the action. She just couldn't tear herself away.
Andrea's whole body was rising and falling with the hard impact of Bill's fucking. Her flame-colored hair was flying, and her head was lolling back in ecstasy. Her features twisted into a lusty grimace, her teeth flashing. Bill was fucking her to a fever pitch of need, and now, as Monica well knew, all she could think about was coming.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee," she wailed.
Bill was grinning like a maniac as he hammered his meat into her. Obviously he liked fucking that pretty redhead, but it was just as obvious that he liked performing for an audience. He kept glancing around to make sure he was getting attention and that people were enjoying the show. He was the director and the star at the same time. Monica couldn't help smiling at his antics. If he thought he was losing his audience, he fucked Andrea even harder, propelling her into a new round of squeals and yelps and gurgles.
Monica didn't see how anybody could be bored with a show like that. She was riveted. And it was having its effect on her, she couldn't deny that. Her pussy was on fire, her panties soaked with her helplessly gushing cream. She had an insane desire to play with herself. It was obvious that before the party was over she'd have to find a man to satisfy her raging lust.
But when she did, she'd whisk him off to a bedroom, not fuck him in front of the whole party. She didn't have Andrea's nerve. The wailing redhead seemed to have no inhibitions at all. She was letting Bill know in a very loud voice that she loved the way he was fucking her. She didn't care if the whole world knew she was horny.
"Fuck it to me, you big bastard," she moaned, "fuck the living shit out of me, honey. Unnnnhhhh, you're doing it to me so damned good."
Bill was loving being in the spotlight, but he couldn't stay there forever. His rock-hard cock looked ready to burst, and his balls were swollen and taut. Andrea's fiery-hot little cunt was gripping his meat and growing tighter as she hurtled toward climax. Bill's flushed face and rolling eyes testified that he was just about to shoot his load.
"Awwwwww, fuckin' Christ," he groaned. "Give it to me as hard as you can, honey," Andrea groaned, "fuck my brains out."
Bill gathered his strength and fucked her like a stallion, making her body shake violently with the impact. She threw her head back, closed her eyes tightly, and rocketed into a powerful orgasm while the whole, room watched. As she let out a hoarse wail of ecstasy and began to convulse, a few people even applauded. But Bill didn't have much time to enjoy the applause, because he was coming himself a second later.
"Ahhhhh, honey, you did it, I'm coming," Andrea howled.
"Awwwwwww, shit, fuck, awwwwww!" Bill bellowed.
Andrea was coming so hard that she rolled right off his squirting cock, and his thick jizz spurted high in the air. That was a surprise ending, and it got laughter and more applause. Monica almost joined in. By now she was totally absorbed in the party and not at all embarrassed. But she was very, very horny by now, and she knew it was time she started looking around for a man.
Before she could get started, though, another couple walked to the center of the room and started to strip. Andrea and Bill were still lying there catching their breath, and as they recognized the new couple they began to laugh. It was Bill's wife Tracy and Andrea's husband Jim. In fact most of the room was laughing, and Monica joined in.
"You guys think you're such hot stuff," Tracy grinned, "we just had to show you what a class act really looks like."
"That's right," Jim chuckled, "we're gonna make you look like amateurs."
"Bull shit," Bill exclaimed.
"You guys are really full of it," Andrea agreed.
But she and Bill moved back out of the way as their spouses took over the show. Tracy was a curvy little blond with large firm tits. Jim was tall and lean like a basketball player. Physically they were so mismatched that Tracy had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. Monica was full of naughty curiosity, wondering how they could get it on with that huge difference in their heights. She'd soon rind out.
Jim's cock matched the rest of him. It was long and lean, and right now it was hard as steel, weaving heavily and lewdly before him. Tracy didn't even have to kneel to get it in her mouth. She eagerly fisted the stiff shaft and guided the swollen purple head between her lips. She started sucking loudly and hungrily on his meat, and the big man shivered with pleasure.
"Go easy with that stuff, baby," he leered, "or we're gonna have a mighty short performance."
Tracy nodded but went on sucking, greedy for his cream. She had her cheeks drawn in sharply, and she was suctioning the hot juice out of his cock and gobbling it. Monica found herself drooling as she watched. She was pretty hungry for some cock juice herself. She'd go looking for a man of her own very soon, but she just had to see the rest of this performance. She could see how easy it would be to get hooked on these swinging parties.
"Christ, I'm about to come," Jim gasped, staggering back away from Tracy.
His long rigid cock was glistening with her spit, and it was dripping a steady supply of hot cream. He'd barely managed to keep from coming as the hungry little blond sucked his cock. His lust was urgent, and Tracy recognized that. Without any more delays she dropped to her hands and knees on the deep soft rug. Jim gave a lusty growl and knelt behind her, grasping her slim but curvy hips.
He socked the engorged head of his cock into her juicy little cuntal opening.
"Oooooo, yeah, honey, get into me," she squealed.
Monica shivered with need and creamed heavily into her soaked panties. She watched Jim's massive boner gliding slowly but steadily into Tracy's cunt. It seemed to go into her forever, and it was almost agony for Monica to watch, she needed to be fucked so badly. She imagined that rock-hard boner cramming her cunt, and she gave a little moan of longing.
"Oooooo, shit, ooooo," Tracy was squealing, "this guy's got the longest cock in the world."
Tell me about it, Monica thought feverishly. That settled it – the moment this little show was over, she was going to seek out a horny male and do something about the raging fire in her cunt. Jim and Tracy might be followed by other acts, but if she stayed to see them she'd go out of her mind with lust. She stood there grinding her thighs together in a hopeless attempt to ease her horniness. She moaned as Jim slid his cock the last inch into Tracy's pussy.
"Mmmmmmm, honey, that feels great," Tracy sighed. "Now fuck me with it, fuck me real hard."
Jim snorted with lust and began fucking her like a pile driver, his flat belly slapping loudly against her ass. Like Bill before him, he was too horny to be slow or gentle. His eyes gleamed with hot lust as he hammered his long hard prick into the girl's juice-slick pussy hole. Tracy clawed the rug and wailed in ecstasy as she took his rough quick fucking.
"Oooooo, shit, that's it," she panted, "really give it to me, honey, fuck hard."
Monica was practically whimpering with horniness, and once again she had the insane urge to play with herself. She was sure that half a dozen strokes of her clit with a stiff finger would do the job. She could whip into the bathroom and get herself off in no time. But she didn't want to do it that way. She wanted to be fucked. And she also wanted to see the end of this exciting fuck between Jim and Tracy.
"Ooooo, shit, whaahhhh," Tracy was howling. Jim was giving it to her so hard, her whole body shook, her nice ripe tits swinging and wobbling. She had to grasp the rug to keep from being knocked over. But her face was a mask of ecstasy as she took the hot hammering, and in a few more seconds she let out a piercing wail of release.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, fuck, ahhhhh!" she screamed, her petite body convulsing in a hot orgasm.
"Take my come, baby, take it, aaaggghhh!" Jim roared.
"Yeah, cream me, fill me!" Tracy moaned. By now Monica was too urgently horny to stand still any longer. She started around the room, on the prowl for an attractive man who wanted to fuck her. She figured that in this crowd she wouldn't have to very far. Everybody was fair game, all marriage vows temporarily suspended. She could fuck any guy in the room, a thrilling prospect for the frantically lusty young bride…