I wasn’t sure what to expect when my wife, Belinda, and
I started swinging three months ago. Belinda wasn’t
sure that group sex was the answer to our bedroom
blues, and I … well, I too wondered if we hadn’t
bitten off more than we could chew.
As things turned out, I needn’t have worried. My wife
took to swinging like a duck to water. As for me, the
jealousy I expected to feel never materialized and I
quickly realized, as I watched Belinda sucking and
fucking other men, that we had stumbled into sexual
heaven.
This is the story of the last group sex party we atten-
ded. It was very special, in that Belinda was the star
attraction.
Our group sex experiences up to that time had triggered
within my wife a fantasy of being screwed by many dif-
ferent males in one night. She dreamed of being sucked
and fucked into a state of happy exhaustion by twenty
or so virile men, with me watching.
When she told me that she had made all the arrangements
with Roger, one of our closest friends and a fellow
swinger, I was beside myself with excitement.
When Belinda walked downstairs after two hours of pre-
paration in the bathroom, she was striking. She had on
sexy makeup and was wearing a short maid’s dress that
buttoned up the front.
I asked her if the outfit was Roger’s idea, and she
replied that she had planned the whole thing herself.
I threw her coat over her shoulders and we left.
We arrived at the party house before anyone else, and
Belinda showed off her maid’s uniform to an apprecia-
tive Roger, explaining that she would be serving drinks
for everyone before she started.
The guests, mostly young executive types, arrived a few
at a time and began to party immediately. By the time
the guest of honor, a professional striptease artist,
entered to raucous hoots and howls of appreciation,
there were about twenty men present.
Belinda kept busy serving drinks and getting a few
pinches as the stripper performed her act.
Out of the blue, Belinda, holding a tray with both
hands, asked a guest if he would mind unbuttoning the
first four buttons of her uniform. This allowed a good
view of her black lace bra and her succulent cleavage.
The man’s surprised expression turned into a knowing
smile as Belinda thanked him and continued on.
Not much later, she asked another guest to unfasten the
remaining buttons. The fellow had to get on his knees
and under her tray to do so.
While he was down there, he opened my wife’s uniform
dress wide and gave an appreciative whistle.
By now all attention was on Belinda strutting around in
her bra, matching panties, garter belt and black silk
stockings, her dress flowing behind her.
The next lucky volunteer got to help my wife remove the
dress completely.
My mind, not to mention my cock, was exploding! I
hadn’t gotten laid in a week, and here was my wife
walking around practically naked in front of twenty
men!
Her little nothing of a bra and flimsy panties only
accentuated her vulnerability. The guys looked her over
hungrily as she cordially instructed them to let her
know if she could be of service to them in any way.
When someone asked her’ for her bra and panties, she
pulled them off and handed them over without hesita-
tion.
“Oh, Miss,” Roger called from behind the crowd, “my
friend here has a problem he’d like help with. His
zipper is stuck.”
The sexual energy was so thick you could taste it. As
Belinda stepped into the circle of admirers on her way
to Roger, it closed behind her, leaving me on the out-
skirts of the activity.
Fortunately, I was not the only one who couldn’t see,
and the bitching got so loud that it was decided to put
Belinda and Roger’s friend, whom she was still “help-
ing,” up on the dining room table.
The crowd moved into the large dining room, and Roger’s
friend, who turned out to be a tall, muscular black
man, stood on the thick oak slab with his erection
swaying heavily from his midsection and glistening with
my wife’s saliva.
In front of all those leering men, Belinda did every-
thing she could think of to that fat hose of a cock.
She was being felt by everyone who could reach her,
with each man giving his appraisal of the part he was
feeling, some of them commenting on how hot and wet
her pussy was.
I climbed on a chair for a better view. Imagine how I
felt after a week of forced celibacy, seeing my pretty
wife naked, on all fours, being mounted by a big black
stud — while surrounded by a bunch of bellowing men
who freely fondled every inch of her body.
Suddenly I remembered my camera. I ran to get it and
jumped back on the chair in time to catch a shot of
Belinda in the throes of orgasm, the black rod sinking
into her glistening pussy as dozens of roaming hands
encouraged her total abandon.
I took the next shot as Belinda pulled away from his
spurting log to stuff it into her mouth. She choked
on the gushing semen and pulled back, coughing, letting
most of the man’s come splash against her breasts.
Before she could get the black cock back in her mouth,
the men swarmed over her. It was a tribute to the
craftsmanship of the table that it held up under the
weight of so many lusting male bodies.
My wife was insatiable that night. Luckily for her,
most of the men, surprised at their good fortune,
fired off their loads after just a couple of minutes
each.
Still, it’s amazing how much come twenty horny men can
produce, and my sexy wife, being the target of all of
it, was positively soaked by the time it was over.
Each man came at least once, spewing his creamy seed
into my wife’s pussy, mouth or asshole.
When the group had dwindled down to five, I joined in.
There is no way to describe the liquidy feeling of
Belinda’s cunt after so much copulation. She had no
idea it was me as I banged her from behind.
When the man in front of her asked me to trade places
and I stuck my super-stiff cock under her nose, she
recognized my genitals and looked up at me with the
biggest, sweetest smile. She hugged my waist and kissed
my abdomen tenderly.
“It’s about time you showed up,” she said lovingly.
“I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
She sucked my cock in deeply. Her whimpers of pleasure
vibrated around my shaft, and it was very obvious that
the man behind her was pleasing her. The better he
fucked her, the better she sucked me.
The last two remaining studs came up on either side of
her face and gave her their bobbing tools. When the man
behind her dumped his cream into her, it started a
chain reaction, her muffled cries inspiring the two men
to release a torrent of syrupy come onto her face, and
me to fill her mouth with seven days’ worth of the
same.
As the night came to a close, I held my wife warmly in
my arms. Ever since that night, Belinda has been a much
freer person. She proved to herself that she is capable
of anything where sex is concerned, and this knowledge
has helped to further liberate our relationship.
Neither of us needs a repeat performance. Belinda says
she’s been fucked in every conceivable way and has
experienced cocks of all dimensions. And we have a
beautifully wicked photo album with sixty pictures of
my lovely wife at her most sluttish.
Belinda says that she’d like to see what I would do
with a small bunch of her girlfriends, so I’ve got my
fingers crossed…