The next morning Roger was gone, as were the kids, when I awoke. I got up, dressed myself and started to catch up on some housework. I was wearing old painting pants, my shirt was a messy rag that I seldom wore, and my hair was in a pony-tail high on my head.
I was preoccupied with thoughts of my recent bad behavior. I would never thought in a million years that I would be fucking all these strangers. And with my husband Roger taking part? Suddenly, I heard what sounded like keys jingling in front of the door. There were voices laughing and talking quietly.
It turned out to be Roger and a girl, whom I'd never seen before. She was a young, shapely blonde who had a nice tan, and who was wearing a short skirt. Her knee bumped into Roger's rear and he cleared his throat.
"This is Joyce… from work. This is my wife, Paula."
"Hi," I said. "Nice meeting you."
"Well, we can't stand here like this all day," Roger said. "I might as well level with you all."
Now I was really confused. What was going on? And why was Joyce here with Roger?
"I got off work early and asked Joyce if she'd like to come by the house. Well, actually I had been talking to her about Paula and my action. She seemed interested and we thought we'd see if Paula was interested in a threesome."
I let out a loud sigh. At least I was off the hook somewhat. Roger didn't seem mad, rather he was planning some action. We chatted a bit more, and soon both Roger and Joyce had stripped down to nothing. Roger went over to the closet and grabbed some of his ties. "Come here, Paula." He beckoned me.
I wouldn't move so Roger walked over to me, looked at me and shook his head. "Get up!" he ordered.
I didn't move. He motioned Joyce to come help him and she quickly was at my side. Before I could really resist, I was tied up. "Roger, please untie me. I am not comfortable with this." I begged.
"No way! I've still got to fuck you and I kinda like the idea of you being tied up like this."
"Roger!" I shouted.
Then he reached over for some lotion and started applying it to my body. He squeezed out as much as he could, then threw the container down, and I could feel his long cock beginning to enter my cunt.
My pussy lips were so numb from all the fucking that I had been doing lately that I could barely endure his thrusts. Roger's hard, erect cock was now moving in and out of my pussy. I tried to move my hips so he could get his rocks off sooner, but I couldn't move. His cock was ramming against the insides of my worn out pussy. My juices were just beginning to trickle down my legs and I knew Roger's cock still had a long way to go.
"Hey, want some pussy to lick?" Joyce inquired. I raised my head and tried to indicate I did not want any more action, but before I could even attempt to motion, she was thrusting it in front of my face.
"Come on, Paula, eat her pussy. It takes good." Roger told me and I wondered how he knew.
I didn't want to, but I didn't have any choice. It was there, wet and hanging in my face. My mouth was dry, the taste of cum had gone sour in my mouth, and every muscle in my body hurt and ached. I opened my mouth, slowly licked her lips.
Roger was still wildly humping my rear, oblivious to my pain. I felt a sudden surge in my pussy and I was having an orgasm. The juice was flowing out of my cunt, but I was so tired and sore I couldn't really feel the effect. I couldn't even believe I was coming.
Roger started shooting his wad, and I could feel his cum smacking against the walls of my cunt. It was hot, and there was lots of it, yet I wasn't into this. Joyce still hovered above my face. She was getting restless and complaining to Roger about my performance.
He started to berate me for letting him down. The doorbell rang through the house suddenly. Finally, I thought, I would get my much needed rest. I wondered who it could be. Maybe it was the police. Maybe they would come in and arrest them for doing this to me. At this point I really didn't care. Just so they untied me.
Joyce stood up and pouted. Roger stood up, leaving me on the floor.
"Please," I pleaded, "will someone untie my hands and legs?"
Neither of them seemed to hear me as their attention was focused on the doorway. I strained my neck to take a look and to my surprise there were Dick and Cindy. Oh, thank God, if nothing more, Cindy would untie me.
But that wasn't about to happen. Roger was inviting them in for some fucking, and, as usual, Cindy was eager for anything. She agreed to run home and start calling all their swinging friends. Roger said he'd run up to the grocery store and get something to drink. It was the makings of an all-night orgy.
Cindy left for the phone and Dick and Roger were still talking.
"Okay," Roger said, "I'll run to the store and pick up some snacks and booze."
"That will be great, here's a few bucks," Dick said. "And then the others will start arriving pretty soon. Oh, by the way, where's Paula?" Dick asked. "I haven't seen her."
"She's over there being punished, all tied up. Why don't you go over and give her a good fuck?" he said.
I closed my eyes with the thought of that. Ever since that day with Cindy, I'd wanted to get some more action with Dick, but not this way and not tonight.
"I think I'll give her a try," he answered.
Dick came over and started taking his clothes off. Obviously, he didn't know I heard his conversation, because he didn't say anything to me. His clothes were all stacked in a neat pile and I could feel his fingers probing around my pussy. It felt good only because I knew it was Dick. I wanted his warm, large cock inside me, but I was so worn out I knew I wouldn't feel any pleasure.
My muscles were so sore and stiff, I didn't even know if I could respond to his moves. I wanted desperately to fuck him good, but I knew I couldn't in this situation. And I couldn't tell him no, especially after all the others.
Then there was a sharp jab in my asshole. It was his cock. I couldn't believe it. My pussy was wet, and even itching with desire for his cock, and he had to insert it in my ass. It was dry and his thrusts hurt me a little. He kept it going. I tried to raise up, but I was so tired it was a major effort. Finally I lifted myself up on my elbows and began to rotate my ass slightly.
His prick was well inside my ass. It was becoming somewhat smoother to fuck and his constant pumping motion was exciting me.
"Does it feel good, Paula?" he asked. "Do you like my cock in your ass?"
"I guess…" I started to answer and he cut me off.
"Good, because I'm going to finger-fuck you while I also fuck your ass. It could be a thrill, you know what I mean, Paula?"
"Yes…" I whimpered.
And with that he thrust into my ass even harder, sending a shock wave through my entire body. This guy meant business. Then three or four of his fingers entered my pussy and began quickly going in and out. The juice in my cunt was making their entrance nice and slippery. My cunt was now juicing everything in sight and I thought I was ready to burst with an orgasm any second.
Then I felt a shot of cum in my ass. Dick was now leaning into my ass as hard as he could. His cock was shooting sperm all over the place and his fingers were fluttering wildly inside my pussy. Dick started slowing down. His cock was beginning to slip out of my ass and he pulled his fingers out of my cunt.
I lay there on the floor exhausted and sweaty as hell again. There was cum dripping out of my cunt. I took a deep breath and decided to wait a few minutes before asking to be untied. He laughed a bit and said no. He told me I was the entertainment of the evening. I was officially scared.
The front door opened and Roger and Cindy came back in. Roger quickly took off his clothes and began taking off Cindy's. Once she was undressed, she went down on Roger, still standing in the doorway, and a funny feeling ran through me.
Then I couldn't believe my eyes. Chuck walked in with some guy I had never seen before. There appeared to be more people behind them. I heard many different voices and laughter. It was like a circus. I closed my eyes and opened them. A few minutes later the whole room was filled with new bodies, most of them naked and getting it on. I buried my face into the carpeting. I wanted to cry, but was too tired.
I wondered if I would ever get my feet and hands untied.