"The Apples are having a party Friday night." Ann said to Tom at dinner. "Phil asked us to come."
"Oh yeah? When did you see him?"
"He came into the shop a few days ago," Ann said. "You were out."
Tom wrinkled his brow.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked. "I guess I just forgot," Ann said. "Do you want to go? Phil said we should call and let them know."
"Sun, let's go. Why not?" Tom said. Ann had trouble swallowing her last mouthful.
She would have to get Tom on the subject of group sex or he would be in for a big surprise at the party.
"You know, I think the Apples might be into orgies," she said.
"What?" Tom said with genuine amazement. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"I think Betty hinted at it," Ann said. She didn't notice Tom's eyebrows leap at Betty's name. "Phil seemed to be hinting at it, too, when he came into the shop. Also, I saw Sarah go into a bedroom with a guy at the Taylors' patty."
That was about all Ann could say without giving herself away as a voyeur. She saw Tom's face take on his thinking expression. He had to admit to himself that, some wild things were going on at the Taylors', but he couldn't tell Ann that he had fucked Betty in the bathroom. Maybe she was right, he thought, but it did seem rather far out.
"I don't know, honey," he said. "I think you might be reading too much into this thing. I just can't believe the Apples would have an out and out orgy. I mean they might sneak off with someone else's spouse, but an orgy? And why would they invite us?"
"Maybe Sarah has the hots for you, or maybe Phil has for me," Ann said. "The important thing is that we decide what to do if the party does turn into an orgy."
Tom looked at Ann, trying to get a hint of what she wanted him to say. Could she be willing to join in an orgy? he wondered. He'd never thought of his wife as that sort before. If only he had known about her new hobby and what she'd been up to lately!
"Well, what do you think we should do?" he asked.
Ann began to fidget and squirm in her seat. She was dying to get into that orgy and wanted to tell Tom how she felt, but she thought she'd better go slowly.
"I don't know," she said. "The idea does turn me on, I have to admit."
Tom raised his eyebrows again. He kept on eating without saying anything.
"Well, how about you?" she asked. "What would you want to do if the party turns into an orgy?"
"I don't know, but I doubt that we'll have to make that decision anyway. Let's just play it by ear."
Ann wished Tom would be more specific. She knew what was going to happen at that party and she would have liked to know what Tom was going to do about it.
They didn't talk about the subject again until Friday afternoon. Ann reminded Tom of the party. He said he hadn't forgotten, but that was all he said. Ann didn't press him for his feelings about being involved in an orgy – it wouldn't have done any good, she realized, and she resigned herself to doing it Tom's way and playing it by car.
After dinner they sat around in the living room reading the paper. There was plenty of time, especially since they wanted to be fashionably late. Ann couldn't sit still, though. She couldn't get the memory of what she'd seen through the Apples' window out of her mind. She wanted desperately to have her body ravaged by Betty again, but with Tom and Ted and whoever else was there, too. If Tom copped out at the last minute, she would be furious.
They decided to leave at nine o'clock, and for Ann the time dragged. Her cunt was ready for some spectacular action, but there were still forty-five minutes before they would leave. She decided to take another bath to kill some time.
In the tub she had to fight with herself to keep her hands off her cunt. The urge to jerk off was almost overpowering, but she wanted to save every bit of her sexual energy for the party. She dressed in her mast alluring outfit – a pair of tight satin slacks and a flimsy blouse that had a plunging neckline.
When she was dressed, it was almost time to go. She spent the remaining minutes pacing back and forth.
"I wish you would relax," Tom said. "You're making me nervous, and you're getting yourself all worked up over nothing. I really don't think there's going to be the orgy you seem to be so excited about."
There was nothing Ann could do to convince Tom that there was going to bc an orgy, and she hoped he wouldn't freak out when thing got hot.
At about ten after nine, Tom was finally willing to leave. They decided to walk so they could drink all they wanted and wouldn't have to worry about driving while drunk. Tom even suggested that they walk acres the field rather than take the road, but Ann managed to talk him out of that.
"Are you kidding?" she asked. "Don't you realize how muddy it will be this time of year?"
Tom had to agreed that his wife was right, and they walked along the road. As they walked, Ted's Jeep pulled up and he gave them a lift.
"I'm glad you decided to come tonight," Ted said.
Betty was with him, and she told them how happy she warn that they were going, too.
Tom thought it strange that they were making such a big deal out of their going to the party, but than he realized that they might know something that he didn't. Could Ann be right about the orgy?
When they got to the Apples', Phil met them at the door and said, "I'm so glad you came after all." After all? Tom wondered what that could mean, and he had to give his wife's theory about the orgy a little more credence.
Betty and Sarah took Ann aside and asked her if she explained the situation to Tom.
"I tried to, but he didn't seem to believe me," she said.
"Leave it to me," Betty said.
Ann knew that Betty could handle Tom. Now that her dream was almost a reality, Ann was getting so excited she could hardly sit still.
The Taylors showed up, making eight of them altogether. Ann was already thinking of all the things she would like to do with each person there, and she hoped to get some good views, too.
Everyone was talking and drinking and telling jokes, but there didn't seem to be an orgy in the works. Ann just tried to enjoy herself and not get impatient. But her cunt was leaking and her tits were aching for a good sucking.
Then, after about an hour of typical partying, things began to quiet down. People were sitting on the couch and on the floor near the couch. The music on the stereo became slower and softer. Lights were turned down.
Ann felt like she was about to enter a new realm of experience. Although she'd done some weird things lately, this was going to top them all. She sat down next to Ted and Bert Taylor. She was shivering with anticipation, and she could see that Tom was acting rather nervous, as though he was finally realizing that she had been right all along.
Betty went up to Tom and put her arm around him, leading him to a spot on the couch. Tom went willingly, and he looked at Betty with obvious lust, Ann noticed. He wouldn't be a problem. Ann realized.
"Madge, will you do your dance for us?" Phil asked Madge Taylor.
"Yeah, come on, Madge," Ted said, and everyone else joined in, encouraging the older woman to do it.
Madge got up and began moving to the music. Ann remembered that Madge gave modem dance lessons at the local YWCA, but she thought she would do something a little different now.
The woman's slim body began making beautiful movements around the room to the slow, sensuous music. She was remarkably agile for her age, Ann noticed, and she noticed too that Tom was enjoying it.
As she danced, Madge began unbuttoning her blouse. Ann felt a spasm in her cunt as Madge's tits came into view. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her tits were small but firm. When she had her chest bared, she continued dancing with her tits doing a dance of their own on her chest.
Tom looked over at Ann and gave her a look that seemed to apologize for doubting her about the coming orgy. Betty was snuggling up to him, running her hand over his leg, and to let him know that it was all right with her, Ann leaned on Ted and made her thigh brush up against Bert.
Madge began unfastening her slacks. Now her dance was becoming more like a striptease. The woman's hips were moving around and pumping in very erotic movements. She opened her pants and wiggled out of them. As they were pulled down, her body was displayed almost totally, and it was gorgeous. Ann decided to take dance lessons so she would look that when she was forty.
Madge continued her dance in her bikini undies. She turned and showed everyone the dark crack of her ass as it shook in the confines of the sheer nylon. When she faced the crowd gathered at her feet, her pubic curls could be clearly seen compressed in the skimpy garment.
Then she pulled the panties down ever so slowly. She lowered them to her crotch, turned, and pulled them down below her round, shimmering asscheeks. Bending over, she pulled them down over her legs and let her fury pussy peek out between her thighs.
She danced with her back to them for a while, then threw the undies over her shoulder. Phil caught them and held them to his face, breathing in noisily the funky odor. That sight gave Ann a jolt of passion, and when Ted put his hand on her thigh, she thought she was going to burst with wild lust.
Madge spun around suddenly, showing everyone her hairy muff. Her tits were spinning in opposite directions as her hips pumped. Ann wondered what it would be like to make it with a woman who had that much control over her body. She hoped to find out before the night was over.
Now, all the people were grabbing and massaging each other. Ann saw Betty reach into Tom's crotch and rub his stiff prick. Ted was grabbing at her tit and Bert was sliding his hand up her thigh to the damp region of her pussy.
Madge danced up to Phil, who was sitting on the floor. She brought her cunt to his face and he stuck his muzzle right into it. Everyone watched his head moving with the lashes of his tongue in that pussy. It seemed to be a signal that the orgy was officially on.
Ted attacked Ann's chest with his hands and face. She helped him unbutton her blouse, then he was gobbling up her stiff nipples. Bert worked on her pants while Ted thrust his tongue into her mouth.
When Ted left Ann's mouth and tits while he undressed, she looked around and thrilled to the sight of all the guests going wild. Clothes were coming off and hands and mouths were replacing them. Betty's tits were out and bouncing around Ann's husband's head while she helped him get his cock out. When Ann saw Tom's prick handled by that other chick, she was glad to find that she didn't feel the least bit jealous. It was a wonderful voyeuristic treat to see that prick she'd played with for years in the hands of that sexy little creature.
Bert had pulled Ann's pants down and off her legs, giving her a super sensation of being ravaged. Ted was once again smothering himself in the ample piles of tit flesh on her chest, and now Bert was kissing his way up her thigh. She spread her legs as she waited for his mouth to arrive at her soaking, hairy crotch.
Madge still had her crotch pressed to Phil's face, but now she was leaning over him and bringing her face down on Tom's stiff prick. The sight of the woman sliding her husband's prick into her mouth made Ann hungry for a prick to suck on, and the sight of Phil sucking Madge's twat made Ann long for that experience, too.
As Phil's mouth arrived at her pussy, Ann slid down farther and spread wider. She pulled Ted's head from her tits and pushed him into position to eat his meat. She opened wide and took his fat prick into her mouth just as she'd seen Sarah doing through the window a week before. Ted's huge dong filled her mouth so tightly she could barely move her tongue around the head.
Tom was sucking Betty's tits as Madge sucked his prick, and Ann saw Sarah come to his aid, taking Betty's other tit into her mouth. As she sucked Ted, Ann kept looking around the room at the other action. She didn't know what was more exciting – the tongue in her snatch, the prick in her mouth, or the sight of all that sucking around her.
Pricks and cunts were passed from one person to the next until the eight of them were strung out on the floor in the big circle. Each had their mouth busy on a crotch. Ann was sucking Bert's prick, and Ted was sucking her cunt.
As she looked around at the members of that kinky circle, she noticed that everyone seemed to be sucking gently, and Ted was tonguing her pussy with a lazy stroke, so she assumed that the sucking was just a prelude to more vigorous games which would come later. She moved her head back and forth slowly, sliding Bert's prick over the wet surface of her tongue.
Ann saw Sarah drop Tom's prick from her mouth, then crawl out of the grip Bert had on her hips as he ate her. The daisy-chain began to break up, and Ann was eager to see what would happen next. Tom had been eating Madge, but when he pulled his head from her crotch, she gave a yell and pulled him back into the vee of her thighs. Apparently she'd gone too far to stop.
Everybody else gathered around the last of the chain to watch. If Madge wanted Tom to bring her off, he would, and the others could enjoy the sight. Ann wondered how Tom felt being the center of attention at his first orgy. He didn't seem to mind.
Ann felt the lust that only a voyeur can know as she squatted beside the head of her husband as it bobbed over that older woman's cunt. The others seemed to be enjoying the show as much as she was, and a few of the men were sucking tits as Tom worked on Madge's pussy. Betty reached between Tom's thighs from behind and played with his balls.
The twitching cocks that stood from all the men's laps added strange quality to the scene, Ann noticed. Bert and Phil even grabbed their own pricks and held them as they watched. When Madge began moaning in ecstatic bunts, all eyes shifted from Tom's sucking to the woman's face. Her pretty features were turned into a mask of passion. Her lips were drawn back in a sardonic grin and her jaw hung slack. Her eyes were closed, but she opened them every now and then to watch herself being watched. She must have enjoyed the eyes on her, Ann thought.
Watching Madge's body shake and jerk made everyone began grabbing at each other again, so that when she finally settled down in satisfied easy, and Tom lifted his face from her wet gash, everyone had almost forgotten about them.
Ann felt hands on her tits and looked up to see Sarah leaning toward her. It seemed that all the chicks were bisexual, and Ann was thrilled to be getting some lesbian attention. Sarah's kiss reminded Ann of the wonderful feminine way Betty's lips had felt when she'd first experienced the pleasure of lesbian passion.
Ann's and Sarah's tit mashed together in a bouncing collision of soft flesh. They added their hands to the piles of heavy boobs, massaging and squeezing. They were lying side by side on the floor, and Ann suddenly felt the blunt, hot tip of a cock touch her ass. She didn't know who the prick belonged to, and it was exciting to remain ignorant.
The prick was helped between her asscheeks by a gentle hand, and it moved to the oozing slot of her cunt. There, the prick-knob got wet with her juice, then retreated to her asshole. When she felt the spongy head press at that aperture, Ann tried to relax the sphincter muscle so the cock could squeeze in.
Ann stuck her tongue deep into Sarah's mouth tithe cock slid up her a. Higher and higher that prick moved into her ass-channel, until she felt the guy's hips press into the well-padded cheeks of her ass. When the dong began pumping, Ann [missing text].
"Let me eat you," Ann gasped as she took her mouth from Sarah's.
Sarah moved into position and spread her crotch. Now with a cock up her bum, Ann stuck her head between Sarah's legs and felt her bristling curls on her face. When she stabbed that twat with her tongue and stirred it around she was filled with lesbian wantonness.
The prick in her ass was moving faster and deeper, causing Ann to grunt into the cunt she was wearing on her face like a mask.
The explosions of Ann's breath in Sarah's cunt made it the best cunt-lapping she'd ever had.
Sarah was shaking her body so violently before long that Ann had to hold on to her ass to keep her face in the gash. At the same time, the prick up her ass was feeling hotter and stiffer. She knew it wouldn't be long before her asshole was filled with thick gism.
Sarah and the anonymous buggerer behind her came at about the same time, giving Ann the feeling of being eaten alive by a pack of wolves, but this was more fun. The heat of flowing gism filled her ass as Sarah's cunt oozed hot cream over her cheeks and chin.
When the prick was removed from the ring of her asshole, some of the cream it had left behind leaked out, but Betty had seen what was going on, and she was there in a flash to clean up Ann's crotch with her tongue.
With that little lesbian cunt-sucker's tongue in her cunt again, Ann was being lifted into the rare atmosphere of ecstasy. She lay sprawled on the floor, only aware of the tongue that was moving like a crazed snake in her crotch. When Bert came over and shoved his dork into her mouth, Ann began sucking automatically, without even being aware of the cock.
With her hands on Bert's shaft and the fat head of his prick in her mouth, Ann prepared for his load, but the exquisite sensations Betty was licking into her were much more important. Betty stuck a finger into the gism lubricated asshole while her tongue reached up her twat-tube.
Ann's body twitched convulsively, causing her hands to jerk Bert's prick violently. He began to grunt, but Ann didn't even hear him, and only when she felt a hot bullet of scream burst into her mouth did she really understand that she'd been giving a blow job.
As she came, she let her mouth open with a scream of rapture, letting Bert's gism escape and drool down over her tits. Once again, there was a tongue waiting to mop up. Madge bathed her husband's spewings from Ann's tits.
Ann was temporarily fucked-out. She lay there while her body was used by this person and that for weird games. When she was rested, an idea struck her. She climbed up on the couch, then slipped out of the room. Her body was shaky from the onslaught of the cocks and cunts she had encountered, but she wanted to get a slightly different kick.
Slipping out the back door, she went to the window where she had peeked before. There was an almost identical sight. As she grabbed her twat and rubbed it madly, the idea that she had just emerged from that pile of flesh added the only thing that could have made her voyeurism more pleasurable.
Watching her husband and the rest of them slithering in that knot of bodies, Ann gave herself the best orgasm of the evening.