Vic and Judith

“This man and his wife love key parties” Emily said it. “The boys throw their keys in a pile and the women pull a set and go home with the man who belongs to the keys.”

“What? That’s not how they do it, is it? I asked her. I was intrigued, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed about this, but I never believed they were true. I thought people were just telling stories, wishful thinking, I’d say. My wife, barely 28, let me meet one of those “key” people. Apparently, when I talked to Emily about these things, I made an impression, and since Emily has a nice pussy, I think she was herself excited by the thoughts, especially knowing I’d give her permission to fuck other men.

“They call themselves swingers” Emily said it. I’ve never heard such a term. A swinger, I thought, was someone “hiep,” like an art lover, a wigler, a musician. The term seemed odd.

The moment is here. There’s a man in my living room who says, “I’ll show you a picture of my wife.” If he takes it out of his pocket, I hope it’s from a naked woman. I’m looking, it’s not. It’s a regular picture of a demure and respectable-looking blonde woman in a modest dress. I’m a little disappointed. What did I expect? I’m not disappointed by her appearance; in fact, she looks nice and innocent. But I assumed that people who did these things, if they really existed, “swingers” would be an exhibitionist group and wouldn’t intend to pose for the camera. After all, I took naked pictures of Emily. No. The appearance of Vic’s wife doesn’t disappoint me; She was a woman I would turn my head to look at when I saw her on the street; She was beautiful and her shape, visible in an A-line dress, was fun. Vic said his wife Judith is 30 years old, like me. I thought she’d look like a slut.

We’re talking a little bit about who we are. Vic is a seller; He talks about it like that, sort of jaunty, with a forced, somewhat nervous aggressiveness.

“You want to go to a swinging party,” he asks us. He’s trying to prepare us by telling us That sometimes you meet strange people at these things, but I don’t pay too much attention. As far as I’m concerned, swingers are all weird, but I’m fine with that, because I introduce myself to his blonde wife.

We’ll meet Vic and Judith at their house. Emily gets in their car with Vic; Judith gets in mine and we all drive to the rocking party in town. Fitting, I think, we ride with each other’s husbands. That’s what swingers do. I feel very gradually modern, very hip, so the term seems to fit. Judith is also very nice. She’s also very beautiful, prettier than the stiff picture Vic showed us. She has soft, beautiful combed blonde hair, blue eyes and pale white skin. A real blonde. She’s about 5'10.”

We’re being let in by someone who knows Vic. There are already three couples at the table. The man invites us to join, but the four of us refuse to see that we have just arrived a little early. We’ll have a drink at the little buffet bar. I’m sitting on the couch with Judith and Emily sitting on the love chair with Vic. Soon the food will end and more people will come.

The living room is very dark and I don’t immediately see traffic going in and out of the back room. I suppose people go to the bathroom, or just find a private place to talk. I’m not aware that there’s going to be a sling until a beautiful brunette sitting on the couch by my side speaks to me and says, “Some women go back and stay there.” Her words scared me.

I’m looking for Judith. She disappeared in the back room and has been gone for a while. I hadn’t warned her yet. I feel a little abandoned. I thought Judith was with me. I turn my head and look at the woman sitting by my side.

“Do you know Gil?” Asks them. I’m shaking my head. “He’s the man who throws these parties. This is his house. He has a restaurant. She mentions the name; I’ve heard of it. As she talks, a naked man walks out of the back room. “Oh, there he is,” cried my speaker. He’s the first completely naked person I’ve seen tonight.

I realize it’s probably time to take my clothes off. There’s a fat guy out there who’s only dressed up to his pants. So, taking the sign from him, I’ll do the same. His wife, a chubby blonde, who earlier, at the dining table, I remember, referred to someone they talked about as “a prude,” is in the middle of the living room floor, dancing alone, wearing a negligee of a non-prudish kind that tops off on the middle of her thighs. Her legs are chubby. She keeps looking at me, smiling at me, and I think she might want me to dance with her, or more. I’m tempted, but I’m still nervous about this whole swinging thing. When Judith comes out of the back room, I feel some kind of loyalty to her and get that chubby blonde out of my head. I’m glad to see Judith.

Judith wears a Frederick’s kind of slip, which shows a lot but nevertheless is more modest than the totally naked man. I appreciate her discretion. One of the women who dined earlier when we arrived is lying all naked on the floor. I’m a little shocked to see her like that. She seemed so respectable and now she’s there for everyone. I’ve never seen an American woman naked to a group of people. I’ve been through a lot of fucking situations alone, and with Emily, but they’ve always involved me, or us, alone, and only once with another woman.

Vic walks to Emily and extends his hand to her. She takes it and lets him lead her to the back room. While she’s chasing Vic, she’s looking at me like she’s being reluctant and maybe checking my reaction. I think she’s insecure. I give her a wave and I call her to encourage her. If she sees that I have no objection to what she’s going to do, she’ll also disappear in the back where people, I think, do it.

I want my wife to have fun because I want to have fun with Judith. That’s what swingers do, right? Judith sits next to me, and I get crushed between two sexy women on the couch, their bare thighs pressing against mine. I feel my dick hardening, I’m dripping. I’m glad I left my pants on.

After a moment, the other woman, perhaps thinking I’ve reserved for Judith, apologizes to herself and moves to another corner of the room and talks to another man.

After a few minutes, Judith gets up; She takes my hand and says, “Come on, let’s get you to the party!” She’s willing to lead me to the back room. I come into the room behind her, hoping to see Emily there with Vic, but we’re the only ones in the room. Apparently, there’s more than one bedroom.

From the sight of the others my courage returns; I’ll pull my pants down and get out of them. I’m approaching Judith, I’m putting my hands on the straps of her sliding over her shoulders. It falls on the floor and Judith is completely exposed to me. She’s slim, very white and soft to touch. Her tits are really stretched out, but nice, I think. She’s the first woman I’ve ever been with except Honey Bee, with tits hanging so low. I reach down and lift them into my hands, and bring their nipples to my lips. I realize I can kiss both nipples at once Because her tits are so long and stretchy. She sees what I do.

“I can also kiss them,” says Judith, and pulls one of her breasts to her mouth and sucks her own nipple. I’m impressed by her clairvoyance. I’m trying to push her back to the bed to fuck her; Instead, she sits on the edge of the bed, refusing to fall on her back. “No, not now!” she says. “Not yet!” For a moment, afraid of rejection, a constant problem my whole life, the fear of rejection. But before I get a chance to wallow in alarm, she falls on her knees for me. “I want to suck you first.” She takes my dick in her mouth.

Judith sucks me with enthusiasm, with great experience. I haven’t had my dick in the mouth of many American women, and I’m very happy with her. Except for Emily, the other American women who sucked my dick, they haven’t done that in a long time. They’re also not of the Honey Bee, or Emily, high quality sucking level. My wife is very good at sucking, I know. And, Honey Bee, the infamous Japanese prostitute of my childhood, a woman I had ever calculated to suck over 20,000 dicks, has always been the meter I use to assess the quality of pipes. Judith is in that esteemed dick-sucking class. Adding to my feelings is my knowledge that she’s already been here, maybe with more than one man, and probably had suck their dicks, too. The thought of Judy sucking multiple dicks makes me suck. I grab her head and cradle it gently as she sucks my dripping stiff dick. I’ll keep it quiet and fuck her face. I love the idea that another man’s wife sucks my dick like she likes it! And I love the idea that this woman’s husband is around. How does Vic feel about Judith sucking other people’s dicks? I’m thinking about a vision of Emily with Vic. She might do the same to him as I did to his wife.

After five minutes of sucking Judith’s, we go 69 on the bed, lying on our sides, hanging on each other’s hips, our head nodding in passionate appreciation of each other’s genitals. Her pussy is delicious; her real blonde pubic hair is silky soft; I thoroughly lick her pussy, her lips, her inside, her thighs, enjoy myself enormously. I left my tongue in her asshole too, which seems to turn her on even more, and she recreates, licks my balls, walks her tongue under them, and floats her swirling tongue down my asshole. We lick each other’s brown holes for a few minutes. Eventually, unable to stand, I climb on her. She puts her ankles over my shoulders, I fuck her hard’ our stomachs make great sounding blow noises when our mutual thrusts meet. Judith is very agile. I’ve never fucked a woman who can twist her body like she does, balance herself with her heels on my shoulders while her hips pump to my dick.

I shoot my flat, a big one, into her; I look at her face as I come; it’s what I look to do; I always do that to Emily, too, when I unload into her. Judith grimaces; no smile on her face; It’s twisted, she grinds her teeth, her eyebrow is grooved, her eyes are closed. I’m falling on top of her. After a moment, she says, quietly, “I can’t breathe.” I’m rolling down.

Judith takes a towel that lays thoughtfully on the bed and wipes my dick. She wipes herself with the same towel. She smiles at me, then she jumps up and disappears back into the living room. I follow her, like a meek, grateful puppy dog who follows his master. When I enter the living room, Judith leaves with another man who hadn’t been there before. I just dropped my cargo in her pussy; I feel a little rejected, I’m just an orgasm tool to her.

More people are coming. There’s a fat dark man still wearing his clothes, talking to a naked Vic. Fat guy’s got a woman with her. Vic seems a little excited about his presence.

You okay? I’ll ask Vic, if he leaves the man on the couch and stands with me.

“The guy showed up,” Vic says. “The bastard said he’d call before he came to the party. Now he’s here. I know why he did it. He knew I’d say no. You know what that prick did? He got our babysitter’s address and came by unsolicited. I told him to have a wife to come to the party. So he went to a bar and picked one up. He said she wanted to come, but she’s not a swinger. She’s just his ticket to get in. He’s a jerk, I’m sorry to work with him.”

I’m looking at the woman. She doesn’t look bad; She’s about 45, 5'8, 135, and looks around at everyone, most of them were naked, yelling “My, my, isn’t this a fun party,” and stuff like that. I think she’s drunk.

After a few minutes Vic cools down and apparently decides to make the best of it. He goes to his girlfriend and asks her to dance. When they dance, Vic gets all naked and she gets dressed, Vic starts removing her clothes. The woman commits to making overly danced movements that allow him to take off her clothes while they dance. It’s nice to look at them. First her blouse goes off. And then her skirt, which she kicks off. Then she slips, leaves her in bra and panties. Vic grinds his hips in her and she returns like a burlesque queen.

Vic lets her go to the bathroom. As soon as he disappears, his place is taken by the fat husband of the chubby blonde who comes to live with the woman. The pickup woman, now naked, except bra and panties, dances with him inconspicuously. Her own behavior has made her hot and she rubs her crotch in the fat man’s dick. He unties her bra and pulls her panties down. They fall into each other’s arms, shove her tits into his fat chest, keep dancing, cunt to dick. Their lips meet and you almost see their tongues working in each other’s mouths. They are still busy, hot and heavy, when Vic returns and sees that the woman he has prepared now generously donates her excited charms to another man. .

Vic gets mad. “Hey Fatty,” he calls the man. “What do you think you’re doing?” The chubby blonde’s guy says something about “look who’s talking” because Vic’s not really slim either. Although the fat man looks a bit scared and reluctant, he and Vic face each other, almost moving in a circle, hesitating to suck each other up. Host is coming out of the back room, apparently disturbed by another party person. I hear him muttering furiously, “Jesus Christ,” and “I invited a bunch of teenagers.” He steps for Vic. “I think you should leave,” he says. Since Vic wasn’t a guest, I think he should go instead of the fat one. While Vic takes Judith out of the back room, Emily and I put on our clothes. I’m sorry to leave, but since we came to the party, the four of us are going out.

And that’s the end of our first swinging party. But our night is not over yet. We’ll follow Vic and Judith to their house. As soon as we get there, we’ll undress and sit on their couch with the four of us. On the right side of the bench Judith plays with my dick; on the left I observe my wife and Vic. Emily sits on his left; Her head’s in his lap. She sucks his dick! It’s the only time I’ve ever seen her with another man. She sucks his big dick slowly and with quiet pleasure. My wife sucks. Vic leans against the armrest, his right arm stretches over the back of the sofa, his head bent down, looking at my wife’s head keeping his fat dick, watching her lips slide over his bulging dick head, making it disappear, then watching her take half his height in her mouth.

Judith keeps masturbating me. While she does, I play with her long breasts. She looks at me like she’s measuring my response to her body. She says they embarrass me.

“I like them,” I say.

“Really?”

“Yes, I do. They’re so manipulatable!”

You want to go to the bedroom? She’s asking.

“Yes,” I answer, thankful for her suggestion, because I’m a little embarrassed in the same room with my wife as she sucks another man. It turns me on, but I’m ashamed to see my wife with another man’s dick in her mouth. I feel guilty.

In the bedroom, Judith is at the end of the bed. She looks at me, a smile on her face. Now that I’m alone with Judith, looking at me, ready to have sex with me, I don’t feel guilty. But I’m a little nervous. “What are you doing,” I ask her, like I’m in a brothel.

She answers: “Almost everything.”

Did you ever take it up your ass?

“Yes,” she replied, somewhat hesitant, I think.

“How did it feel?” I asked her.

It felt good. But then I felt like I had to shit all the time. But I enjoyed it. But I prefer to do something else!”

I don’t want to fuck her in the ass, so I ruin my courage and overwhelm my self-consciousness and say what I feel. “I really liked being sucked.”

She’s coming at me. In the dark room, in the back of the hallway, I watch her blonde silhouette head give me a first-class blowing head blowjob. I feel her slut mouth pulling enthusiastically to my nob; I hear her beautiful sounds, her slurps stroke my ears, her wet velvet lips gently blow away on my shiny bud. Against the background of light flowing through the open doorway I see her spit and my sperm glittering on her hands.

I’m getting very big, it suits my courage. “I want to fuck you in dog style.” I intend to get my favorite sexual action with this amazing innocent blonde slut woman.

Judith moves on the bed; She’s on her knees; Her elbows and forearms are on the bed, her face in the pillow. I take my last attack position, on my knees behind her. I grabbed her beautiful white globes with my hands. I’ll stick my dick in her well lubricated pussy; I’ll examine the terrain of her heart-shaped ass, then into her little waist, and up her back to her shoulder blades, and eventually to the ridges of her little white shoulders. I’m starting the last campaign; I’ll grab her by her hips; I push back and forth; like heavy artillery, hit my hips against her beautiful white ass.

I exploded; It’s an unstoppable gusher; I’m gonna go over her pussy holder. In total surrender she falls on her stomach. I fall on top of her, crushing her in the bed, shaking my last shots in her interior, bringing her to a terrifying stop. A long moment passes. I’m rolling off her on my back. In unconditional surrender, she slides down on my soft dick and submissively licks our fucking juices out of my dick. She gets on my hips; My victorious spent dick wilts and dripping his last bit of sperm into her mouth. Our breathing fills the room.

We return to the living room. I still expect to find my wife and Vic, but they’re absent. Judith and I sit down and watch each other’s naked bodies. I hear Emily’s voice, an orgasmic song from the hallway, “Oh! Ooh!

“She’s really getting in,” says Judith, listening to Emily’s whining. My wife impresses me too. I’ve been through a lot of firsts tonight, and I hear my wife gets excited by another man. I am determined that I will take advantage of her hot pussy and experience this lusting pleasure again, and again, and again!

The back room sounds low. My naked wife returns with Vic, holding hands. He just fucked my wife, I think. The thought makes my dick shake.

How was my wife? Vic’s asking. His question embarrasses me, making me wonder if I should say something like “Your wife is a real dick-sucking slut,” but I weasel out of expressing my emotions.

“I really enjoyed it,” I said stupidly.

Emily and I will get dressed and say good night to our naked hosts.

“Wait, I’ll get you home,” Vic announces. “You’re gonna fuck like you never fucked before.” I wonder what he means.

We’re going back to our house. I’m learning what Vic’s goodbye words meant to us. Emily and I will fuck until dawn. My wife sucks my dick like she’s never sucked it before. She takes me to the end and sucks my dick until it’s just a shriveled-up little Vienna sausage. Swinging made us better bastards. We have found our calling.