Before I find my voice, Misty says, “There’s enough for two if you want to join us?”
Pam doesn’t reply. Instead, she climbs on the bed, placing an arm around my shoulders and staring at the point of our union. She stretches up on her knees, kissing me with urgency. Misty pulls free during our embrace and when our lips part Misty is smiling as her finger jabs into Pam’s pussy.
In moments, the girls have me on my back and Pam is riding me as hard as she can. Misty kneels next to me, giving me something to play with while Pam has her fun. After watching my cock sliding in and out of Pam, Misty asks, “Did you have it all the way inside me?”
“Every time I bounced against your ass.”
Time passed, but I do not know how much until we lay together with a young lady snuggled in each arm. We lounged, joked, and teased one another as we recuperated. I caught fleeting glances of people checking on us, but in the dark hallway didn’t recognize who they were.
When we finally left the bedroom I discovered Linda on her back on the living room floor. I didn’t recognize who was fucking her, so I concluded it must be a coworkers husband. It didn’t matter, and Linda was indisposed to introduce him, so I left them to find something to drink.
With beer in hand, I held court from the patio table, greeting guests as they passed and watching the couples in the pool, until Misty and Pam came by at one point. They informed me it was time to open my presents.
From my chair in the living room, I opened my gifts. Most were gags, such as the trophy of the back half of a horse. Everybody got a kick out of the riding crop. I was trying to figure out why somebody would give me such a thing when Misty says, “Oh daddy, I’ve been such a naughty girl,” as she laid across my lap.
I playfully swatted her ass as everybody laughed. In a stern tone, she said, “I was terrible and need to be spanked.”
The leather flap smacked on her ass and she moans, saying, “A little harder, please.”
I do my best to avoid striking twice in the same spot as Misty yelps and cries out for more. After a dozen or more swats, she’s moaning and climbing off my lap, leaving my hard cock swaying. Before it registers she spins around and sinks her flowing cunt on my cock. She only needs a couple bounces to be screaming out her orgasm.
To my surprise, Misty climbs off my lap to reveal another lady waiting her turn. After the third lady leaves my lap with red welts on her ass and her juices on my cock, Stacy ignores Linda’s protests as she leads her to me. “This winch was extra naughty tonight. Show her no mercy.”
“And what misdeeds has she done?”
“She’s hogged all our husbands, letting them take her in the hole of their choice.”
“Is this true, young lady?”
“No, I only fucked five of them.”
“Who was the gentlemen you failed to please?”
“I don’t remember.”
The crop whistled through the air before smacking her right ass cheek. “It was George. He’s the only one I haven’t played with yet.”
“Sounds only fair for you to at least suck his dick.”
“I’m too tired tonight. I promise to do something special for him next time.”
“George, do you want to wait until next time to get your dick sucked?”
“I was looking forward to having it done tonight.”
“Then come over and let her blow you.”
Linda’s breaths are coming in pants as the crop slaps against her left ass cheek with a smack. “And don’t just give him an open mouth to fuck, winch. You owe him your best blowjob.”
She holds his cock steady, bringing her mouth to him. The crop finds her ass again. Linda withering over my cock as she sucks his dick soon had me hard. “Jump up, I have something else in mind.”
Keen for something other than the crop, Linda jumps to her feet. “George, take a seat.”
He took my seat, and I eased Linda over the arm rest. “There you go. We don’t want you getting a kink in your neck.”
Linda relaxes as she goes back to work on Georges dick and brings her gaping asshole into view. The instant she feels the head of my cock position at her backdoor she stiffens. Having allowed another man to fuck her ass earlier, she knew protest was useless, and steadied herself for my eight-inch cock for the first time in our marriage.
Soon Linda is meeting my thrusts with her own. She’s twisting and stroking George’s cock as she urges him on. Stacy wraps an arm around my shoulder as she watches my dick appear and disappear. A nibble on my ear lobe and she whispers, “Give it to her good. She’s discovered she likes anal.”
With one hand stroking George, and one on her clit, Linda worked herself into a fervor. Soon she’s gulping hard as George fills her mouth, and I’m adding my deposit to whomever left their load earlier this evening.
The party continues until shortly after three, when I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. But as Linda and I went to bed, others were still enjoying themselves. I thanked everybody for making this a special night, and said, “Will the last one out the door lock up before they go?”
This party started a precedence, we regularly met with one of these couples on our days off. Parties were common, and our sex life was off the charts. The strangest aspect of all this sex is it drew Linda and me closer together.
Six months later, Linda’s waiting alone at home when I arrive after work. She welcomes me with a kiss and asks, “Do you know what Monday is?”
“Yeah, it’s my day off.”
“It’s Valentine’s Day. Do you have anything special in mind?”
“You mean besides sleeping in?”
Linda rolls her eyes, “Just when I thought you found your romantic side. Our relationship started with a Valentine Card, did you forget?”
“You’re right,” I say reaching into my inside coat pocket. “I guess we can use these if you insist.”
“What do you have there?”
“Two first-class tickets to the Bahamas for next Sunday.”
“Just the two of us?”
“Yeah, I thought I might spoil you a bit. Is that romantic enough for you?”
Linda jumps onto my lab, saying, “It’s a good start. I hope you’re not planning on sleeping.”
I tenderly kiss her lips. “I have a suggestion.”
“I’m listening.”
“Being our relationship started with a Valintine Card, let’s declare Valintine’s Day as our day.”
“To be celebrated by just the two of us?”
I nod. “Regardless of what’s going on in our lives, this is the one day for the two of us.”
“Oh my God, you do have a romantic side.”
The End