The Group Grope: Secret Sex Party

“Touch is probably our most underrated sense.”

-Martin Arvidsson

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Lesli was my wife’s dearest friend. She and Amanda may have been Sorority Sisters, but they had become like true sisters since their undergraduate days ended over 5 years ago. Though their lives had taken divergent paths, their friendship maintained the same course.

Lesli was a gorgeous full-blooded Mexican, but one couldn’t tell at first glance. Though fluent in Spanish, she spoke English without an accent and her natural dirty blonde hair had people assuming that she was either French or Portuguese. Currently, however, her hair was dyed an eye-catching neon green.

That wasn’t surprising if you knew Lesli; she constantly craved attention.

Lesli was thick-boned, but not in a masculine or negative sort of way. Her large breasts were proportional to her figure and her curvy ass always made my mouth water. And save for her face, almost every inch of Lesli’s voluptuous body was covered in colorful, exotic tattoos.

I knew this because Amanda and I had seen her naked many times.

Lesli had been working at the Watering Hole, a high-end strip club that was aptly named for its double entendre, for over 3 years. She was happy there, and why shouldn’t she be? Our friend was pretty and sexy, and could move her flexible body in very hypnotic ways. In fact, she made a better living performing at the Watering Hole a few days per month than she did at her regular full-time job. Lesli’s possessed the ideal body of a stripper which she shamelessly flaunted, and even had her own cult following at the club. She was, literally, comfortable in her skin in ways that most people could not relate to.

Amanda and I often watched Lesli perform at the Watering Hole as a show of support. I never hid the fact that I did not mind ogling her naked body— or that of the other strippers—– as she gyrated on a pole. Fortunately, my wife was extremely laidback and gave me a long leash to enjoy these things. She had even received several private lap dances herself! It was simply curiosity, Amanda maintained.

The irony about frequenting the Watering Hole was that my hot wife typically garnered as much attention as the girls there, if not more! I’d lost track of how many times a customer had propositioned Amanda because they had mistaken her for a stripper. And I’d be half-serious whenever I teased that she could easily surpass her current 6-figure salary if she quit her day job to dance at the Watering Hole.

That was NOT whimsical thinking on my part.

Amanda was stunningly beautiful, even if she was too modest to admit that blatantly obvious fact. Standing at 5’6 and barely 27 years old, she possessed straight black silky hair that ran to her hips and constantly exuded a flowery fragrance. Yoga, regular workouts at the gym, and running 10+ miles every week may have bestowed onto Amanda an athletic physique, including a V-shaped upper torso, toned limbs, and killer abs, but it didn’t detract from her feminine curves. Any man—and many women— within eyesight couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her perfect 34C breasts and incredible sculpted ass. Her narrow brown eyes gave her a decidedly exotic countenance, and always seemed to be twinkling with some sort of naughtiness or inside joke that only she was aware of. However, Amanda’s adorable freckles were perhaps her sexiest physical trait of all.

But all of that paled in comparison to her intelligence, compassion, and witty sense of humor.

Lesli was hot in a “bad girl” sort of way, but my wife was in a stratosphere all by herself.

Amanda was, in my humble opinion, the epitome of perfection.

Lesli WAS a bad girl in more ways than one, however, and the Watering Hole wasn’t all that it appeared to be. Sure, it was an upscale establishment whose primary commodity was nudity and adult entertainment. But the place had a wild secret, one that our dear friend had remained tight-lipped about for over 3 years.

The Watering Hole held a secret invite-only party at a different offsite location every year. The dancers were part of the event, if they chose, and each was allowed to bring 1 male guest and up to 3 female guests for free. Anyone beyond that was required to pay an astronomical entrance fee that, literally, made me sick to my stomach. Yet there were plenty of people willing to pay the price of admission.

Otherwise, the clandestine get-together was intended for the “special friends” of the strip club… namely, the big spenders. These “special friends” were VIP’s who routinely threw down thousands of dollars a night or were customers who had spent incomprehensible sums of money on their favorite dancer over time. It was widely known, though not openly discussed, that some of these patrons were Sugar Daddies to many of the girls. According to Lesli, one of her coworkers unabashedly bragged that a man who had been her regular customer for only 2 months had already bought her a car and was begging to take her on vacation to Brazil! And this party afforded the dancers an opportunity to thank their VIP’s for their patronage on a much more intimate level.

Basically, the get-together was a secret sex party.

Various waivers and non-disclosure agreements had to be signed and submitted first in order to be even considered for an invitation; proof of health had to be presented. No cameras or recording devices were allowed inside the location, just like they weren’t permitted in the Watering Hole on a normal day. However, during this particular event, people were frisked before they entered and all cell phones were confiscated.

It sounded akin to trying to gain entrance to some sort of top secret military installation!

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It was an ordinary weeknight for me and Amanda when Lesli told us about the Watering Hole’s secret gathering which was taking place in just 5 days. “You’ll have plenty of time to hand in all the necessary paperwork,” she assured us enthusiastically. We were stunned! Neither of us could believe that our friend was inviting us to a sex party!

Amanda and I were proud virgins when we first met each other 7 years ago, and had only been married for 3 years. We enjoyed a healthy sex life, but it wasn’t anything extravagant or over-the-top. We often watch X-rated videos together for foreplay and frequently experimented with new positions. I had even brought sex toys into the bedroom, something which we greatly enjoyed. My wife and I were madly in love; we KNEW were each other’s soulmate, and expected to grow old together surrounded by children and grandchildren. We would never be intimate with anyone else, and we happily accepted that. And considering that neither of us had ever slept with other people— which was remarkable to me since Amanda could’ve had any man she desired at any point in time— the idea of promiscuity or an open marriage was the furthest thing from our collective mind.

And now Lesli was inviting us to what was essentially an orgy.

Our sex life may have been fantastic, but I did sometimes wish for more. I was a typical male, after all, who often thought with the wrong head. I wanted to make love to Amanda in such acrobatic and exotic ways that it would make hardcore porn seem tame in comparison. I wanted to nail my wife in every hole as I listened to her moan and felt her writhe beneath me.

I dreamed of fucking my hot wife and her sexy stripper friend in a scorching threesome.

At least, that’s what I longed for in my darkest fantasies.

But this special event organized by the Watering Hole was another matter entirely, and I was immediately intrigued and excited about what it might entail. Luckily, Lesli addressed my wife’s 2 greatest fears and assured us that we would not be forced to participate in anything that we weren’t comfortable with, and that there’d be ample security present to make sure that nothing got out of hand. We could show up and simply enjoy the show and free drinks.

Amanda, of course, needed much more convincing than I did.

I figured that we had less than a 50% chance of succeeding, but after constant cajoling from me and her best friend for only a day, my gorgeous but prudish wife ultimately relented, much to our astonishment!

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Amanda and I filled out all the necessary paperwork and provided all the required health information that the Watering Hole was mandating, and within a day— less than 24 hours before the special event— Lesli came to our house to hand-deliver our guest passes herself.

The green-haired girl jumped up and down, and clapped her hands giddily, as Amanda took the guest passes hesitantly as if she was handling some kind of poisonous animal. Then Lesli whooped and gave my wife a fierce hug, their cheeks pressing together. “This is going to be so fun!” she exclaimed. “I promise you, you won’t regret it!”

I could sense Amanda’s misgivings, but despite herself, she slowly smiled. My wife and her best friend had experienced a lot of adventures together but, from a certain perspective, they were polar opposites. Lesli was always the “crazy” one, often acting on impulse without any consideration for the potential consequences; Amanda, who was always calculated and conservative, often had to reign her in. In fact, she had saved her tattooed friend from countless precarious predicaments over the course of their friendship. Not to mention, providing Lesli a shoulder to lean on when it seemed like the world was ending due to another failed romance… something that felt like a monthly occurrence to me.

Lesli, however, was innocent in a naïve sort of way, and always possessed a happy-go-lucky attitude no matter how grim the situation. Like Amanda, she was the type of person who made a new friend wherever she went though, unlike my wife, she couldn’t keep track of them. Amanda was fairly cerebral and by-the-book where our friend was on the flighty side. But Lesli possessed an infectious enthusiasm for life and exploration that often won over my much more subdued wife. There were often times when I worried about Lesli dragging her into undesirable situations, but they shared a kinship that was unbreakable and one that I didn’t want to interfere with. Amanda considered herself as stabilizing influence in Lesli’s life, and I knew that Lesli would never put my wife in a dangerous position… at least, not knowingly, anyway.

They loved each other, and that was enough for me to know.

“I cannot believe I’m agreeing to this,” Amanda muttered.

Lesli was still clinging to her, but let go and stepped back. “I’m telling you, girl, you’ve never been to a party like this before! It’ll be something you’ll never forget! You can’t even begin to imagine.”

“That’s the problem. I think I can imagine.” I chuckled at my wife’s deprecating response. I was very excited and curious about this event and, deep down, I knew Amanda was, too. But then she continued in an uneasy tone. “I don’t know, Les. The whole notion of it weirds me out.”

My excitement instantly deflated. While I was extremely enthused about the party, the last thing I wanted to do was place my wife in a situation where she wouldn’t feel safe even though I’d be next to her at all times. I opened my mouth to cancel when Lesli injected.

“Mandy,” she began with such severity that our heads snapped towards her. Lesli was the only person in the world besides me who addressed my wife by her pet name, and it always made me feel slightly jealous. “You know I love you like a sister. And you know that I would never let anything bad happen to you. I mean, you know that, right? Tell me you know that!” Her demand was fervent.

Amanda and I looked at each other. We both agreed that her friend possessed questionable characteristics; Lesli was immature, impulsive, and promiscuous, to say the least. But one thing that was unquestioned was her dedication to my wife.

“I know, Les.”

“Good!”

I chipped in glibly, “And don’t worry, Mandy. I’ll be stuck to you like glue. We’ll be attached at the hip during the entire time. I’ll be on you like a cheap suit. We’ll be—”

“Ok, I get it!” Amanda exploded. She sighed, helplessly shook her head, and lamented, “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” But there was a noticeable twinkle in her eye.

Lesli’s expression was almost sinister. “Mandy, I personally promise that neither of you will regret this. Like, ever. Shit, girl. You’ll probably be the star of the show!”

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After Lesli departed, my wife and I had a long heart-to-heart talk. Amanda was very open about how her misgivings and wanted to establish strict guidelines before attending the party. In short, she would generously allow me to look at— and flirt with— as many pretty girls as I wanted. However, Amanda did NOT want me joining in the festivities. My initial reaction was one of dismay. After all, we were attending an orgy! How could a man attend an event like that and not want to participate? But when my wife voiced her reason, I was reminded again how much I loved her and how lucky I was to be married to her.

“I don’t want you sleeping with other women because I don’t want other men sleeping with me; I want us to belong to each other… and to each other only.”

Amanda and I had, of course, never slept with other people. And while the notion of promiscuity was the fantasy of most men, the idea of it— and of participating in an orgy— was undoubtedly better in theory than in reality. There was just something romantic about my wife and I being exclusive to each other for our entire lives.

I hugged her fiercely as we pressed our foreheads together, which was our personal sign of affection. “Of course, Mandy. Look… but don’t touch.” I smiled broadly. “For both of us.”

But when my wife pulled back, there was a grave expression on her face. “Babe, I said no sleeping with other people; I didn’t say no touching.”

My jaw dropped to the floor.

Then Amanda burst out laughing, and I joined in soon thereafter.

“Do you think Lesli will bring a date to the party?” I asked curiously. “Or will she just bang every guy in sight once she gets there?”

Amanda didn’t appreciate my glib tone. “Lesli may be a lot of things. She has poor judgment, no time or money management skills to speak of, and, yes, she can be really slutty at times. But she’s still my best friend, Sy.”

I immediately felt ashamed. Lesli wasn’t just my wife’s dearest friend; she was my good friend, too. “I’m sorry, Mandy. I shouldn’t have said those things about her.”

“Well, that is Lesli for ya. I’ve learned to take the good with the bad when it comes to her. Now, explain to me why you’re talking about her when I’m right here.”

Amanda slowly removed her clothes.

Sex was with my wife was heavenly, as usual. It was physical and aggressive, but every movement and touch was born from love. And after I ejaculated into her, the only thing comparable to the idea of spending the rest of my life with Amanda was starting a family with her.

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The Watering Hole’s clandestine get-together was approximately 3 hours away. The last hour of the drive was particularly excruciating not only because of the mounting anticipation, but also due to the fact that we had to carefully navigate treacherous, winding roads through the mountains. Lesli had hand-delivered the address to the location, which was stylishly handwritten on a fancy card with no other information, only 2 hours ago. We had been forced to be on standby, but the short notice was by design. Some authority figure which our stripper friend could not— or would not divulge— wanted to minimize this secret getting out.

When Amanda and I arrived, however, our eyes widened. We were prepared for anything and everything, but the palatial mansion looming before us was still astounding. Clearly, this was a party for VIP’s, indeed! First, however, we had to make our way through a security gate, where I had to input a passcode on a keypad. For a long moment, nothing happened and I suddenly feared that this had all been for naught. But then there was a loud beep, and the huge gates ponderously swung open.

I drove through.

“Of course this orgy would be at a mansion,” Amanda commented dryly. She sounded nervous, but maintained a calm air.

I threw her a lopsided grin. “Would you prefer to have it in a multi-million dollar mansion up in the mountains or in an abandoned prison out in the middle of nowhere?”

She chuckled. “Who knows, maybe there’ll be some kind of kinky prison theme set up in the cellar. You know, with naked people chained to a wall or sex slaves locked in a cell.”

We laughed hysterically.

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A valet who could’ve moonlighted as a model opened the passenger door for Amanda as I pulled to a halt at the main entrance. He was also built like a football player, and I had the suspicion that he was security, as well. “Good evening,” he greeted us politely. “May I see your invitations, please?”

Amanda nodded. As the valet took them from her, his smile was well hidden as he furtively glossed over my wife’s figure. I couldn’t blame him because she had come dressed to impress. While I was in a shirt and tie, khakis, and black dress shoes, Amanda was wearing a skimpy minidress that left little to the imagination. The thin fabric stretched over her body like another layer of skin, accenting every curve in the most flattering way. The minidress was sleeveless and shoulderless, highlighting Amanda’s sleek arms and neck. The bottom of the outfit didn’t even reach halfway to her knees and showed off her long, fabulous runner’s legs. The most attention-seeking feature of my wife’s minidress, however, was the strategic cutout over her mid-section, which essentially forced any onlooker to gawk at her washboard abs. Like her equally toned limbs, they rippled majestically with the slightest movement.

The valet was rightfully impressed and, unlike him, I didn’t attempt to hide my proud smile.

After accepting the invitations, the valet took our car keys. He, in turn, handed me a ticket number. “Just present this to the valet on duty when you’re ready to leave.”

“Thank you.”

The valet nodded and began to climb into the driver seat, but suddenly paused. He looked at Amanda sincerely. “I mean no disrespect to either of you, but if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re easily the most beautiful girl here. And there are a lot of beautiful girls here.”

Amanda was taken aback. “Why, thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

The valet nodded one final time, then drove off to park our vehicle.

My wife looked around; there was eerily no one in sight. “I don’t know if that’s saying much when there’s no one around,” she remarked self-deprecatingly.

But I was grinning broadly. “Come on, Mandy. You know you’re hotter than 99.9% of all women on the planet, and that’s when you’re having a bad hair day. I mean, how can you expect guys to not get a hard-on when you look like this?”

“Shut up!” Amanda slugged me in the shoulder. She was too modest to acknowledge her own immense beauty, but I dutifully reminded her constantly to the point of irritation.

“Come on, Mrs. Rappaport. Let’s go inside and see if this party is as crazy as our hot stripper friend claims.”

The love of my life smirked and took my hand. “Yes, sir, Mr. Rapport.”

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We climbed, arm in arm, up almost 20 steps that led to the grand entrance of the mansion, where 2 men in suits who were even more impressively built than the valet wordlessly stood guard on either side of the double-doors.

The doorway was like a sinister maw as it yawned open. And I could feel Amanda shiver slightly. New and exciting experiences were literally just a step away, and I was beyond eager to cross that threshold. But my wife needed to be ready and willing, too.

“Just say the word, Mandy, and we’ll go home.”

She took a deep breath as the men remained at attention, staring straight ahead as if we didn’t exist. “No, babe. I’m ok. This is just so nuts, you know?” Then she laughed and the sound was so uplifting….the brightness of her smile was so overwhelming… that I wanted to make love to her right on the spot. Amanda suddenly raised her head and set her shoulders straight, and her confidence was as sexy as her laughter and smile. “We didn’t drive all the way here just to go back home. Let’s do this!”

We hugged and touched our foreheads. Then Amanda reached into her purse and withdrew two small black items: domino masks that only covered around our eyes and the area in between. She handed one to me, and we looked at each other after donning them.

“Let’s do this!” I repeated.

The men opened the double-doors, and we stepped in.

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Save for the valet and the 2 doormen, the front exterior of the mansion was deserted.

Such was not the case inside.

The moment Amanda and I entered, our 5 senses were nearly overwhelmed. The heat from the tightly packed partygoers made it feel as though we were walking into a sauna. However, as the high temperature registered on our awareness, our ears were also greeted with a heavy bass from speakers blaring overhead, which had been completely undetectable from outside. The stench of sweat, alcohol, and other things that my wife and I were happy not to recognize wafted to our nostrils; it was so thick that we practically swam in it.

Yet all that paled in comparison to what we saw with our eyes.

Dozens of people, with the men easily outnumbering the women, were gathered in the foyer of the mansion. Only a tiny percentage was wearing some semblance of clothing like us. Every man was naked and most of the women were, too. Those who weren’t were wearing lingerie that left little to the imagination or some kind of themed outfit, like a sexy schoolgirl with a short plaid skirt, pigtails, and nerdy black-rimmed glasses or a naughty policewoman carrying a nightstick and handcuffs. Some people were simply lounging and idly chatting, but the majority were engaged in sexual acts that rivaled the most hardcore porn Amanda and I had ever seen.

No one else was wearing a mask, which made Amanda and I stick out even more.

Several men leaned against a wall as they received blowjobs. A few of the luckier ones were serviced by 2 or more females. One older, distinguished-looking gentleman even had 2 beautiful women on either side of him, his head seemingly on a swivel as he alternated kisses between them while a 3^rd sucked his cock.

The opposite wall was like an inverted image. 6 women— some looking like teenagers and others appearing middle-aged— stood with rapturous expressions while their men gave them cunnilingus. Every women had at least 2 men attending to them in some form. One blonde had 2 men kissing her neck from either side while the 3^rd licked her pussy. A tall African American woman with closely cropped hair was stroking a cock with each hand as she had 1 leg draped around the man kneeling before her as he tongued and fingered her pussy.

To our right, a wide staircase curved up to the second floor and there were people strewn all over the steps. A man with his sandy-colored hair slicked back was sitting on the bottom step and leaning back on his elbows as a stripper we knew as Nina straddled him. The blonde’s breasts were slightly oversized on her slim frame, and they bounced obscenely as she rode him. Another woman was next to the man, petting Nina as she whispered in her ear.

Further up the staircase, another dancer we knew from the Watering Hole was being spit-roasted in a threesome. A bearded man stood with his hands from his hips, and looked down upon the girl who stood 3 steps below him as she gave him a blowjob. Because she was bent at the waist, it afforded another man the perfect angle to penetrate her from behind. I stared, mesmerized, as the men worked the pretty girl over.

There were so many naked bodies writhing all over the staircase that trying to go up would be like tiptoeing landmines.

“Omigod, babe.” Amanda’s hoarse comment drew my attention back onto her. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I can’t believe we’re actually here!”

We had only entered the mansion moments ago, but heads were now turning in our direction as people began to notice my wife. She was the only woman who was fully clothed— even if her minidress was extremely skimpy— but everyone who was staring at her, men and women alike, had already undressed her with their hungry eyes. My pride soared and I was immediately aroused.

But I could feel Amanda assuming a defensive posture as she latched onto my arm. “Babe, stay close to me.”

The need to safeguard my wife instantly overrode all other thought and desire, and I glared at everyone in the foyer hostilely. Most people looked away, but some continued to ogle Amanda unapologetically, her immense beauty worth the risk of bodily harm. I regarded my wife sympathetically; it was a blessing and a curse to be so beautiful. And I only now started to appreciate how intimating a situation like this could be for her or any other female.

“I promised you that I wouldn’t leave your side, and I meant it,” I assured her as I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “Say the word, and we’ll get out of here.”

“I just don’t understand why everyone is staring at me. It’s creeping me out.” I wanted to express the obvious reason as a compliment, but it wasn’t the appropriate time. “Let’s look for Lesli.”

“Anything you say.”

I immediately led Amanda into the next room, great hall which was essentially a living room that was about the size of our entire home. But it was the same here as in the foyer: naked bodies littered everyone… some simply conversing but most fucking like rabbits… with very few people wearing masks to hide their identities. And like in the foyer, there were muscular bouncers dressed in suits and ties on patrol. But because this room was enormous, there were many more revelers here, bestowing a sense claustrophobia and making it appear as though the level of debauchery had increased exponentially.

We were about to wander when a tall man perhaps in his 60’s approached us. Like the bouncers, he was neatly dressed in a suit. However, unlike the bouncers who were all built like brick walls, this man was extremely gaunt. There was also a very elegant essence about him.

“Hello, both of you!” He greeted us jovially and shook our hands. “My name is Conrad, and I am the organizer of this wonderful event.” Then his tone softened. “I can tell that this is your first time. If you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you, Conrad. This is all just a lot to take in. My husband and I have never been to anything like this before.”

“I understand. This event can be frightening, no matter how prepared you think you are.”

“How do things work here?” Amanda asked curiously. “I mean, what are the rules? Do people just start… you know…” Her trailed off as she gestured to a 5-person orgy that was transpiring on a long plush couch only 10 feet away.

Conrad laughed good-naturedly. “That is the most common question that I get, and perhaps the most important.” He regarded us seriously. “There’s only 1 rule that all guests needs to abide, and it’s this: you must respect everyone’s wishes and they must respect yours, as well. You are free to join in whatever festivities you like just as you are free to simply watch from afar, untouched and unbothered, if that’s what you desire. There are no expectations, and I personally promise you that no one is ever be forced to do anything against their will. I also provide tight security to ensure that.” His expression left no room for argument. “The safety of our guests is my #1 priority followed closely by my hope that everyone will have a memorable and positive experience.”

“I guess that makes me feel better,” Amanda replied pensively. Then I looked at her, and her expression changed from thoughtful to amused. “What is it?”

“So, uh, Conrad.” I hesitated as I didn’t know how to articulate my question. “Just out of curiosity, how would one… er, ah… join in on the, uh, festivities… if he so desired.” Then I shot my wife a look of alarm. “I mean, if he or SHE desired!” Amanda shook her head in exasperation. “I’m just curious, that’s all!” I quickly added.

She deadpanned, “Of course.”

Conrad chuckled. “All you have to do is ask! I find that, very rarely, will any guest turn down sex… or more sex partners. At least the ones who have previously attended our parties.” His expression turned serious again as he regarded Amanda. “With a young woman as beautiful as yourself, I have no doubts that you’ll garner much attention tonight. You’re just that striking. But please— and I say this to both of you— please feel empowered to say no… or to get intimately acquainted with as many people as you wish.” A naked Watering Hole dancer sauntered by with a tray of champagne glasses. She big-breasted which attracted a lot of stares that the girl happily entertained. “Jessica,” Conrad called out. “Refreshments for our new arrivals, please.” He looked at us one final time as Amanda and I each took a glass. “Something to calm your nerves. I need to wander, but please enjoy yourselves.”

Conrad inclined his head politely and drifted off.

Jessica lingered for a moment. She smiled appreciatively at Amanda, causing my wife to blush, then leered suggestively at me, causing my penis to pulse in my pants. “Hi, guys. I’m Jessica. I’d love to have fun with the two of you if you’re free.”

I reflexively glanced at my wife, who coughed awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Jessica,” she apologized. “But my husband and I are only here to observe.”

Jessica’s expression didn’t change. “Come find me if you have a change of heart.” She threw us a wicked smiled and strolled away with her tray of champagne.

“I think she wanted to fuck you more than she wanted to fuck me.”

“That really gets you off, doesn’t it?”

“What, the idea of watching you have lesbian sex with a hot stripper… my fantasy of having a threesome with you and said hot stripper… or watching you get hit on by men and women, in general?”

“Omigod, babe.”

“I’m going to be honest, Mandy. I love it when you get the type of attention that you do. It turns me on; it makes me hard. I don’t know why, but I can’t help it. And I think deep down inside, I think you enjoy it, too.”

“Hmph!” My wife sniffed.

It was notable, however, that she didn’t argue.

We looked around. In the few minutes since we had spoken to Conrad, it seemed as if the grand hall had become even more crowded. The 5-person orgy had 7 happy members now, and it was so astounding to witness it firsthand that I stared more in curious fascination than with licentious desire. Even Amanda couldn’t tear her eyes away from the tangled mass. In fact, there was sex occurring everywhere with varying numbers of participants, from people masturbating on their own to groups that were parties all onto themselves.

It was not surprising that Amanda instantly became the object of everyone’s desire as we wandered through the grand hall. She may have been the only clothed female, but her revealing outfit left just enough to the imagination, magnifying her sex appeal exponentially. People even paused in the middle of having sex to look up and stare at her as she strolled by!

But then something that was surprising did occur.

Someone recognized us.

“Sy… Amanda?!?!”

Stunned, we turned around.

An older man and woman were staring at us in disbelief. They were mask-less, so my wife and I recognized them immediately: Tabitha and Craig. The married couple lived only 4 houses down from us. Though Amanda and I didn’t know them very well, we’d always stop to chat whenever we saw them in our quiet neighborhood.

In their early 50’s, Tabitha and Craig were almost 15 years older than me while Amanda was young enough to be their daughter. Craig was tall and wiry with a flat stomach, and a clean-cut face. Tabitha was slightly plump, and her blonde pixie-cut was highlighted brightly in sharp contrast to her husband’s graying hair. While her nose and cheekbones were abnormally sharp and poignant, Tabitha’s face, like her breasts, appeared strangely rubbery. I didn’t consider her old by any means, but her breasts— in my humble opinion— were too even and symmetrical. They were identical in size and shape, hung high on her chest, and were stretched so tightly that they barely shifted whenever she moved.

Tabitha must’ve had a fantastic plastic surgeon since she didn’t have any visible scars, but it was a shame that a woman with natural beauty felt the need to hide behind so much plastic.

Right now, however, Tabitha’s nipples and bare clit were fully erect, and her husband’s erection was as painfully noticeable, as well.

“We can’t believe you’re here!” The older woman exclaimed. She rushed over and hugged my wife, who was too stunned to return the display of affection. Tabitha then hugged me, as well.

“Tabby… Craig… hi!” Amanda tried to sound cool and casual. “It’s, um, good to see you.”

Craig nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll say!”

It was uncomfortable looking at our acquaintances since they were naked. “Is this your first time here?” I asked awkwardly, desperate to start some kind of conversation.

“We been attending these parties for 4 years now!” Craig answered.

“Wow, we’ve never seen you at the Watering Hole before,” Amanda commented, then added curiously, “How did you know it was us?”

“Sweetheart, you may be trying to hide behind that mask, but my man and I can recognize your body anywhere.” Before either of us could react, Tabitha’s hand fell seductively on Amanda’s hip. “And you, too, Sy.” I nearly jumped when she groped my crotch.

“I agree,” her husband chimed in. “I have a confession to make, Amanda and Sy. You’ve both always seemed like a lot of fun, and Tabitha and I constantly talk exploring some things with you.” The look he gave us definitely contained sexual undertones.

“That’s… very flattering.” Amanda didn’t know what else to say.

Her compliment caused the man to perk up in more ways than one. “I think it’s a sign that we ran into each other here. Why don’t we enjoy the party together? Tabby and I have always wanted us to be swingers. You two are exactly what we’re looking for, and we’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask.”

Tabitha nodded eagerly. “It’s like destiny that we’re here together! We can have so much fun!” For emphasis, she subtly twisted at the waist, causing her ample bosom to stretch even tauter.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Amanda was so embarrassed that the words tumbled out of her mouth. “Sy and I are just here to enjoy the atmosphere, that’s all.”

Their hopeful eyes shifted to me.

“Like Mandy said… sorry, guys.”

Tabitha and Craig were visibly crestfallen, but did not argue. “Such a pity, but we understand,” the older man acknowledged politely. “It takes a while to feel comfortable in these types of situations.”

We nodded emphatically.

“Maybe you’ll have a change after you settle in.” Then Tabitha levelled us with her most intense gaze. “Perhaps we can even continue this conversation at a later time… in the privacy of your bedroom or ours. Who says that this is the only place where we can play together?”

I tried not to appear too embarrassed… or too excited. Tabitha may have been my elder and, literally, too plastic for my tastes, but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t happily sleep with her with Amanda’s blessing. “Thanks. We’ll keep that in mind.”

Craig hooked his arm around his wife’s waist. “Come on, hon. Let’s go find some people to sleep with.” They gave us a pleasant “good-bye” then sauntered off.

Once they were gone, Amanda repeated indignantly. “‘We’ll keep that in mind’?”

“Hey, I was just trying to be nice!”

“I will never look at them the same way ever again.” My wife suddenly gave me an odd look. “I guess everyone has their secrets.”

Before I could ask her what she meant, we discovered, as expected, that Craig and Tabitha weren’t the only people we knew here.

“THERE YOU ARE!!!”

Lesli’s voluptuous breasts bounced beautifully as she sprinted toward us from across the room. There were other people with tattoos present, of course, but none wore them as well as our friend. Her body was a colorful palette and, like her bright green hair, gave her a unique sexiness that my wife, despite her physical perfection, could not match.

Amanda was smiling with amusement as her best friend practically tackled her. She was outwardly happy and relieved to see Lesli. They laughed and giggled and whispered in each other’s ears like schoolgirls as I waited patiently, but then Lesli came to me and gave me a crushing hug as well. I could feel her pert nipples poking me even through my shirt, and knew that she could feel the stiffening in my legs, too. Before she withdrew, she kissed me on the lips that lingered just a split second longer than it should have.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come,” Lesli admitted breathlessly. “You said you would, but I wasn’t sure. I really thought that the two of you might chicken out like pussies.”

“Thanks,” I cracked dryly.

“What’s with the masks? And why are you both wearing clothes?”

“Maybe, Les, it’s because Sy and I have a sense of modesty, have never been to a gangbang before, and —”

“Orgy,” our friend corrected.

“Whatever! As I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted… and maybe it’s because we’re not sluts like you are!”

Lesli would’ve been offended had anyone but my wife uttered those words, but merely laughed instead.

Then her eyes widened as she remembered something.

“Guys, I want you to meet someone.” Lesli turned and gestured to a man standing quietly near us. We were so distracted that Amanda and I didn’t notice his presence until now. “This is Charles, my number one friend from the Watering Hole. We’ve known each other for years.” Then she addressed the man: “These are my friends whom I’ve been telling you about. Amanda and Sy. Wonderful, now we’re all friends!”

Charles appeared to be in his early 60’s and still in decent physical shape. He was thin but wiry, and sported toned arms and legs. Thick gray hair and silver-framed glasses gave the naked man a scholarly look. Otherwise, there wasn’t anything too distinguishable about him.

Amanda and I smiled awkwardly at Lesli’s “number one friend from the Watering Hole“.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. My Baby Girl has been looking for you for the past hour, and talks about you so much that I feel like we already know each other. And if you don’t mind my saying so, Amanda, you’re even more beautiful than My Baby Girl described. Why, you’d be an instant sensation if you ever decided to dance at the Watering Hole.” The older man spoke cordially, but became wary as he glanced my way. “No offense intended.”

“None taken. If fact, I whole-heartedly agree.”

“See, I told you!” Lesli cried. Amanda blushed as her best friend turned to Charles. “I’ve been telling Mandy that for years! Literally, for fucking years! Even her husband wants her to be a stripper!” Her voice was so loud that everyone around us heard it.

“Uh, ok, guys,” my wife muttered, clearly wanting to drop the subject. She glared at me, and I could only smile back sheepishly.

Lesli bounded into her companion’s arms. Then they kissed for an exorbitantly long time while Amanda and I stood, and uneasily watched and waited. We were about to leave them to their own devices when Lesli spoke to us in a very low tone. “Come upstairs with us.”

Amanda and I glanced at each other again. We were slightly afraid of what our friend had in mind. But before we could object, Lesli grabbed our hands and began towing us along. She led us back into the foyer and up the grand staircase, where we had to carefully step over anyone fornicating on the steps.

Charles trailed behind, following Lesli like an obedient puppy.

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The top of the staircase led into a hallway that was guarded by 2 security personnel. Like the others, they were dressed in suits, powerfully built, and looked like models. They immediately approached us with determined looks as soon as we crested the top step, but halted as soon as they recognized Lesli.

“It’s ok, boys. They’re with me.”

The guards nodded and were returning to their posts when Charles materialized. They started towards him when Lesli held up her hand. “He’s with me, too.”

The shorter of the 2 guards chuckled. “Of course he is.” He grinned knowingly at the 4 of us, and it was the first time I had seen any of the guards crack a smile.

They waved us through.

The long hallway contained numerous doors. Though they were all shut, we could hear laughter and moaning emanating from behind them. Amanda and I were uneasy, but Lesli was nonplussed as she continued to happily skip along with us in tow, and Charles lagging a bit further behind. When Lesli arrived at a particular door, however, she opened it and ushered everyone inside.

Amanda and I stepped into the room. Though it was just one of the many guest bedrooms of this opulent mansion, it was perhaps twice the size of our own master bedroom, bathroom, and walk-in closet combined! Along the far was a single large semi-circular window that allowed bright sunlight in. An enormous, oversized bed was positioned in the center. And like the dresser, table, and chairs in the room, it was made of heavy wood, ornate, and antiquated with a heavy Victorian flair.

Even more noticeable, however, were the dozens of toys in room. Ranging from porcelain Venetian dolls to fuzzy stuffed animals, they were everywhere: carefully lined on shelves, and scattered haphazardly on the bed and most of the other furniture. The more fragile and expensive-looking ones, however, were on display in a stout glass case near the window.

This was clearly a child’s room.

Or intended to appear like one.

Amanda and I turned back to Lesli, but she and Charles were already making out like 2 dogs in heat. “Mmmm… Baby Girl, Daddy wants to play with you so badly.”

Lesli’s response was just as breathy. “Good… because Baby Girl wants to be very good to Daddy.”

My wife and I looked at each other awkwardly.

The couple began kissing passionately again and stumbled right past us as if we didn’t exist. Craig brushed off the stuffed animals off the bed without looking before he and Lesli collapsed on it together. I thought he might take command.

“What game does Daddy want to play with his Baby Girl?” Lesli asked girlishly.

“Daddy wants to fuck his Baby Girl’s tits again,” he growled.

Lesli laughed and, without further comment, scooted higher on the bed then lay on her back. Once she was set, Charles buried his face in her chest and licked the cavernous space between her breasts, leaving Lesli’s skin glistening. Then he straddled her upper body and lowered himself so that his erection slid smoothly against the wetness he had left behind.

The older man started pumping furiously the moment Lesli pressed her breasts together.

I watched the titty-fuck appreciatively. It was something that Lesli and many other strippers from the Watering Hole had simulated on me countless times. Truth be told, an actual titty-fuck was one of my favorite sex acts, right up there with blowjobs and anal sex. Amanda had the perfect tits to do it, and so did her best friend.

My wife turned away in embarrassment.

“Do you want to go back downstairs?” I asked quietly.

“Yes. I feel like we’re the 3^rd wheel here.”

But Lesli wouldn’t have any of that. She look at us even as she kept her breasts sandwiched around Charles’ penis. “Stay. I don’t want you to leave.” Her plea wasn’t from fear of being left along with this man, but due to a need that I didn’t understand.

Amanda opened her mouth to refuse, but when Lesli pleaded more insistently, she reluctantly acquiesced.

Not wanting to disturb the lovers, I sat carefully sat on a plush ottoman near the side of the bed. My wife, in turn, sat across my lap, and we held hands. We looked elsewhere at first, but it was difficult not to focus on the scene that was unfolding before our eyes, so close that we could reach out and it.

And once again, I was mesmerized by the titty-fuck.

“You do it better than Lesli,” I whispered playfully.

Amanda elbowed me in retaliation. She sighed helplessly, then leaned her head on mine as we continued to watch her best friend with, whom we assumed, was one of her highest paying clients at the Watering Hole. I wrapped my arms greedily around my wife as she snuggled against me.

Watching Lesli and her lover was fascinating in an indescribable way. It was like witnessing porn firsthand. And the fact that it involved our gorgeous friend was completely different than simply viewing dirty videos with Amanda, to say the least. Nothing could compare to having a front row seat to the real thing.

As I stared at Lesli’s breasts being used like a sex toy, I reached for my wife’s without thinking and gave them a squeeze. They felt perfect, as usual. My cock twitched so hard that Amanda felt it through our clothes. She turned at looked at me. When she didn’t comment, I shifted subtly, let my burgeoning erection rub against her bottom and groped her once more.

“Babe,” Amanda admonished softly. “If you think I’m going to that to you right now…” She inclined her head toward Lesli.

“No, Mandy. I would never ask you to do something like that in front of other people. I just… I just want to feel you.” I squeezed her breasts again then slid my palm down her body. Her 6-pack was so impressive that her ridges were easily discernible without looking, but my hand continued to her hip and then her thighs, which, too, felt chiseled like granite. “Your body… my god… fuck, I could just sit here and touch it for the rest of my life.”

To illustrate the point, my penis pulsed beneath her again.

“Why don’t you join us?” Lesli and Charles didn’t stop what they were doing as they regarded us intently from the bed. It was Charles who had spoken and he continued, “Baby Girl and I can make this a night to remember.”

“I’m sorry, Charles. But my husband and I are exclusive to each other… and we’re only here to watch.”

I was surprised at how sullen and disappointed Lesli appeared. “What don’t you just fuck next to us?” Our friend suggested hopefully. “This bed is big enough for all of us.” She threw Amanda a meaningful look that neither Charles nor I noticed.

The idea of having sex with my wife next to another couple was thrilling, but I tried to keep my expression neutral as Amanda shook her head definitively.

Lesli pouted, but her partner simply shrugged and resumed fucking her tits.

“Are you disappointed, Sy?”

“Who, me? No… why would I be?”

“Because I saw the look on your face when I said ‘no’.”

“I’ll be honest, Mandy. Fucking you next to them would be kind of awesome, but I’m more than content sitting here with you.” I spoke with genuine conviction, and Amanda knew it.

She remained quiet as we resumed watching the couple. However, my arousal wasn’t dissipating. In fact, quite the opposite was occurring and it was not due to Lesli and Charles. My wife’s presence was so intoxicating that all she had to do was make the slightest physical contact with me to cause a massive erection.

I nuzzled her smooth neck and kissed it. And when Amanda cooed pleasantly, I pulled her tighter against me, and did it again and again and again. My palm returned to her firm breast, cupping it and squeezing harshly in the manner in which I knew she enjoyed.

Then, feeling brazen, I slipped my hand down the front of her minidress.

“Um, what are you doing?”

I licked my lips and spoke from my heart because I didn’t know how to lie to my wife. “I want to touch you… and show you off,” I confessed softly.

“Omigod, babe. They’re right here!” Amanda tried to keep her voice low.

“And I’m right here, too.” I gently thrusted my pelvis to remind her of my arousal.

Amanda stiffened on my lap and I froze with her, not wanting to force anything that made her uncomfortable. I was about to tactfully withdraw my hand when, to my surprise, I felt her relax. But even then, my hand remained where it was: planted on her breast beneath the fabric. And when she still didn’t flinch, I boldly took the plunge.

I pushed the top of Amanda’s minidress down, exposing 1 breast.

Lesli’s and Charles’ eyes widened as they stopped to stare. Lesli grinned in appreciation while her lover’s tongue dangled lecherously. Amanda trembled and I held her tightly. Slowly, I began massaging her exposed breast, mainly to comfort her but partially for our audience’s benefit as well. And as they looked on, I continued to knead her warm, firm flesh. The goose bumps on her skin gradually diminished, and I could feel her nipple stiffening.

Amanda was becoming aroused just like the rest of us.

“God, I love touching you,” I told her for the countless time. “I wish I could show the entire world how perfect you are. I wish they could feel what I feel.”

I meant that last statement in every sense of the word.

Amanda was still sitting across my lap when she turned to face me, palmed the back of my head, and mashed her lips onto mine, slipping her tongue as far down my throat as she could. But I met it with mine, and our tongues wrested as they explored each other’s mouths. Amanda grinded her hips heavily on my lap, intentionally rubbing my bulge with her bottom. In response, I groped her exposed breast and, with my opposite hand, did the same to her incredible ass.

As we murmured into each other’s lips, I felt a touch on my knee. Realizing it wasn’t Amanda, I opened my eyes and looked up to see her best friend grinning broadly. Then Lesli reached for Amanda, who took her hand, and they gave each other an affectionate squeeze.

“You’re too fucking hot for your own good!”

“So says the most popular girl at the Watering Hole!”

“Well, I won’t be if you ever decide to work there.”

“Whatever!”

“You know, Mandy,” I interjected. “I would be so proud to tell everyone that my wife is a stripper. I’m serious. Like, I would, literally, tell the world and wear it like a badge of honor.”

She sighed and shook her head. “Sy, the worst part is, I believe you.”

There was new occurring on the bed when we looked back over. Charles was no longer titty-fucking our green-haired friend. Instead, he was on all fours with ankles hanging off the edge of the mattress. Lesli was kneeling on the carpet directly behind him, and when she leaned forward, Amanda and I both started as we half-expected her to rim him!

Instead, however, Lesli gripped the man’s erection with both hands, one over the other, and commenced masturbating him in short, rapid tugs.

“Mmmm,” she hummed girlishly. “Does Daddy like it when his Baby Girl milks him like a cow?”

“Daddy REALLY likes it when his Baby Girl milks him like a cow!”

Lesli spanked Charles once while continuing to tug on him. “Daddy is being a bad, bad boy. Maybe his Baby Girl should’ve worn her hair in pigtails for him today.”

“Oh sweet Jeezus…”

Amanda and I frowned. While we were becoming more comfortable in this general setting, this was still too bizarre for us. “Les, Sy and I are heading back downstairs.”

“Awww, but this is where the fun really begins!”

“Yea… if you say so.”

Charles turned his head toward us and was about to speak when Lesli slapped his bottom again, this time much harder, and snarled at him. “No more talking, Daddy! Not unless your Baby Girl tells you to!”

Charles opened his mouth again, but when Lesli held up her hand threateningly, he lowered his head meekly and remained silent.

When Lesli addressed us, her tone was conversational. “I really wish you’d stay and join us, but I know that neither of you have the balls.” She rolled her eyes. “Such pussies!”

I ignored that last comment. “Uh, Lesli? Are you going to be ok?” It was hard to speak soft enough so that Charles wouldn’t hear, but I was worried for our friend. After all, there was potential for bad things to occur while she was alone with a man at a sex party, especially since she had been drinking.

But my tattooed friend threw her head back and laughed. “Of course I’ll be ok, Sy! Chuck and I have played this game at least a dozen times.” Lesli playfully spanked him. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”

“Yes, Baby Girl.”

I looked at Amanda, who shrugged. Then she addressed her best friend. “Please be careful, anyway, Les. Check in with us when you’re done.”

Lesli’s façade momentarily vanished as she threw my wife a grateful look, and an understanding beyond my comprehension passed between them. But then the Lesli I knew reappeared in a heartbeat. “Sure. But I still have other clients waiting for me,” she replied matter-of-factly in front of Charles. “I’ll hook up with you after that.” She planted a warm kiss on Amanda’s cheek then on mine.

The sound of skin striking skin was echoing in the room before Amanda and I even reached the door. Lesli was growling commands at Charles now, who was whimpering like a puppy. We hastily exited the bedroom and returned downstairs, and I wondered what kind of depraved sexual interactions our friend was going to have with her other “clients”.

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While Amanda and I owned a home that was we proudly considered large and luxurious, this mansion made it seem like a tiny guesthouse. We wandered through the countless rooms, admiring the wall hangings, vases, and other expensive furnishings, as we tried not to bump into people having sex while stepping around— and over— them. Strangely, the fact that there was so much fucking everywhere was rapidly desensitizing us and making it all feel commonplace.

It also helped that wherever we turned, there was a muscular security guard.

Still, I wrapped my arm protectively around Amanda. Even with a place full of hot strippers and other gorgeous women, her ethereal beauty stood out. She was like a powerful magnet that everyone was attracted to, and men and women leered at her wherever we went. And though my wife was getting better at tolerating the attention, people were getting bolder as the party wore on. Most were polite, and simply nodded as we graciously declined their advances. Some men tried humor, thrusting their erections at Amanda with intentionally cheesy pickup lines like “Care for a drink?” or “Can I get some help here?” which drew a chuckle or an eye roll.

I felt a major ego boost whenever a woman propositioned me for sex. However, of those that approached us, many were interested in Amanda as well which, to me, was even more exciting. Interestingly, they were often less willing to take “no” for an answer compared to their male counterparts, sometimes to the point of becoming openly hostile.

I had finished my champagne long ago, but my wife was still milking hers when someone almost bowled us over, causing Amanda to spill her drink on herself. “Hey, watch it!” she snapped irritably.

A man who appeared to be in his early 30’s and clad in only silk boxer shorts, retorted with equal ferocity, “Why don’t you watch it!” Then noticed he Amanda, and the snarl on his lips suddenly transformed into a greasy smile. He looked her up and down lecherously, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of appearing uncomfortable. “Well, hello there, darling. Even in that dress, I can tell that you’ve the hottest pussy here. And that body… shit, and those tits… mmm… my, my my. How about you ditch your date, and we can find some other pretty people to party with? Or if you prefer, you can have my dick all to yourself.”

“Get lost, creep, before I kick your ass.”

“Ooh, a kitten with claws. I love it. Let me feel those tits and see how—”

The man brazenly reached forward. Amanda was more than capable of defending herself, but my hand shot out first to grab his wrist before it could get anywhere near her body. Then I twisted harshly, causing the man to yelp in pain and drop to his knees. I was resigned to the fact that it would only be a matter of time before someone crossed the line with my wife. It was irrelevant that we were at an orgy where sex was rampant; no woman deserved to be harassed. There was always 1 bad apple in every group and, unfortunately, he had found us.

I was ready to send the man to the hospital for insulting Amanda when a security guard suddenly materialized behind him, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and yanking him away from me. Then the security grabbed the same wrist that I had just released and hyperextended the man’s arm in a slightly grotesque manner. The man cried in pain again as the security guard hauled him way. There was a 2^nd security guard behind him, and I held both hands up to signify that I wasn’t a threat as he approached.

However, he made a placating gesture. “Don’t worry, sir. My partner and I witnessed the entire exchange. You weren’t in the wrong, as far as I’m concerned.” Then the suited security guard looked at Amanda. “Miss, on behalf of the establishment, I apologize for what just happened. Did that man hurt you in any way or put his hands on you?”

“No… thanks to my husband.”

The security guard nodded in approval. “The man will be dealt with accordingly.”

“Wow. That sounds really… sinister.”

There was a faint smile of amusement at my wife’s comment, but the security guard continued nonplussed. “Again, I apologize for your troubles. Please let us know if the establishment can makes things up to you and your husband in any way.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded again, and the 3 were suddenly gone.

“Are you ok?”

“Yep. But you prevented me from having fun. I would’ve like to have embarrassed that asshole by beating the shit out of him in front of everybody.”

I smiled appreciatively at my wife’s impressive physique and, more importantly, at her infallible attitude. “I absolutely adore you, Mandy. You know that?”

She blushed, making her adorable freckles somehow even more adorable. “And I love you with all my heart for everything you do for me… and for always looking out for me.”

Amanda and I were like the calm eye of a storm as we hugged and held each other for a long while as nakedness and craziness was ensuing all around us.

Unfortunately, she was still slightly wet from the spilled drink, so we headed to the nearest bathroom to cleanup. The door was open, so we entered. We abruptly halted, however, was Amanda and I almost crashed into a man receiving a blowjob. His blonde female partner sat on the toilet immediately to our left as he stood before her. The woman’s hands were latched onto the man’s hips just has his hands were clamped around her head. I thought the girl may have worked at the Watering Hole, but I couldn’t be sure since her face was buried in his crotch.

The sink was on the other side of the toilet, but the couple was partially blocking our way.

“Um, excuse me,” Amanda said politely. In the context of our surroundings, her civility was comical yet endearing.

The couple was too engulfed in their passion to notice. I figured that would deter my wife, but Amanda simply contorted her body to squeeze past them. Not wanting to let her get more than an arm’s length away, I gently nudged the man aside and followed.

As Amanda turned on the faucet, I heard more voices around the corner at the far end of the bathroom. I glanced at her, and she nodded in understanding. Curious, I tiptoed to the corner and peeked around it.

A spacious walk-in shower was built into a wide recess that was layered in expensive marble. Ornate showerheads were set at each end, which was currently cascading warm water on 5 occupants. Beneath one showered head, a hot brunette whom I did recognize as a stripper from the Watering Hole was bent at a 90 degree angle with both arms fully extended to brace against the powerful thrusts that her lover, a tall and well-built African American man, was giving her. Beneath the other showerhead, 3 beautiful girls… a redhead, a brunette, and a blonde… were giggling as they soaped each other down. The way the sudsy water flowed down their young, fit bodies was as delicious as the way they touched each other.

I almost touched myself as I watched.

I was still staring at the quintet when Amanda glided next to me. We stood quietly holding hands while enjoying the show. The bodies in the shower were wet and beautiful, and it was difficult not to get aroused. They quickly noticed us, however, and before they could invite us to join them, Amanda grabbed my hand and towed me away.

I glanced back at the 5 and grinned in approval.

The first couple we encountered in the bathroom had traded places. Now the man was seated on the toilet with the woman looming before him. Her arms were gently wrapped around his neck as she cradled her lover’s head against her ample bosom. The man was licking and sucking the woman’s nipples, and steadily working his way down to her pussy.

Amanda merely gave them a perfunctory glance as she scooted past them while I threw the attractive woman a longing look.

I held my wife’s hand as I followed her down the hallway and back into the great hall. Amanda kept her eyes lowered to the floor as we navigated through the crowd, but my head was on a swivel as I took everything in. Occasionally, she would glance back at me with an amused expression, but I was too caught up in my surroundings to notice.

Off to the side, an attractive middle-aged woman was holding on to a life-sized Statue of David for balance as she stood on 1 leg, slightly bent at the waist, while her youthful looking partner hooked his arm beneath her other leg and fucked her from behind.

Directly in front of us, a pretty girl stood with her legs bowed as her female lover gave her cunnilingus while her male lover gave her analingus.

Further down, a curly-haired blonde was viciously stroking a man with both hand hands as he lay on his back. And the considerable crowd that was watching them erupted into a cheer as the man himself erupted. Undaunted, the blonde continued to masturbate him furiously, jacking him off as if she was spraying champagne from a bottle.

And that was just a tip of the iceberg.

The great hall was crowded to the point of feeling oppressive, so I pointed to a set of French double doors that led outside. Amanda nodded, and held onto my hand as she led the way. As we made our way to the exit, however, we knifed through more revelers that reeked of sweat and sex. Hands that were unidentifiable in the crush of bodies groped us, and they darted away whenever we tried to slap at them or turned to see who they belonged to. It took us some time to reach doors, and we gladly opened them and stepped through.

Amanda and I found ourselves on a covered terrace that was only slightly less crowded. Steps that were symmetrical on either side led down to huge garden that seemed to be the size of a football field. It was filled will beautiful trees and colorful shrubs, and also contained a pool area that was directly below us. The Olympic-size pool and the hot tub beside it were both crowded.

The swimming pool, however, was where most of the excitement was occurring. Several men and women sat on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water as their partners stood partially submerged while giving oral sex. In one corner, 3 men where gangbanging a tall blonde in pigtails while 2 women were servicing 5 men— and each other— on the steps leading into the water. There was more action occurring in the swimming pool than my eyes could discern.

Amanda and I observed everything from our high vantage point.

“Shall we go down there and mingle?”

“It looks even more crowded out here than inside.”

“I know. But at least we won’t suffocate.”

“Then lead the way, ma’am.”

As was becoming hilariously predictable, people seemed to stop and stare at Amanda. It was admittedly cheesy, but I couldn’t help but compare her to an angel descending from the heavens as she slowly made her way down the steps. At least, that’s what my wife must’ve looked like to everyone admiring her from below.

Amanda suddenly stopped and backhanded me solidly across the chest. “You have that stupid look on your face again.”

“It’s just that everyone is staring at you again, and I love it. They’re probably wondering why you’re the only girl here wearing clothes. Not that it matters….they’re all undressing you with their eyes, anyway.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

We chuckled together and descended.

When Amanda and I reached the garden area, several people were already making a beeline for us. We froze as they came at us like a tidal wave, but 2 young men had pushed their way to the forefront and reached us first. They were both similar in height, possessed the same bronzed complexion and thick head of black hair, and were barrel-chested. They there both also very well endowed.

Even I had to admit that they were handsome male specimens.

One of the spoke up with a heavy accent. “Excuse me, milady. But my brother and I couldn’t help but notice you. You’re very beautiful. Will you please be with us?”

Though my wife had seen and heard many things today that made her blush, she seemed genuinely thrilled. My interested was piqued! She peered more closely at the men, and we realized that they were identical twins. Amanda hesitated before she looked at me and turned a shade darker of red.

My eyes widened. Is she actually going to take them up on their offer?!?!

I could’ve swore that my Amanda’s shoulders imperceptibly slumped with regret when she finally spoke. “Thank you for the compliment, I am so flattered!” Amanda devastated the good-looking twins with her best smile. “But my husband and I are just here to observe.” I wasn’t sure if I was more relieved or disappointed. However, then she threw me a crooked grin that they didn’t notice. “But if I were to have fun with anyone here, it would definitely be with you two gorgeous men!”

They beamed proudly, and the other twin suggested, “Maybe you would feel more comfortable if he joined us?” They looked at me hopefully.

Amanda made the pretense of considering. “Unfortunately, he’s very shy so I’ll have to decline your generous offer on his behalf.”

They begged for another 10 minutes.

“Those guys were so hot,” Amanda sighed wistfully as we watched them leave. “I love Italian men.”

“Hey!”

“I’ve never been with 2 guys at the same time before. And the fact that they were brothers… identical twins! Omigod, how fun would that have been?” But her remorseful expression flipped into naughtiness. “Babe, are you jealous?” Amanda added innocently, “I thought you’d be excited to watch me in a threesome.”

My injured look turned into a grin, as well. “I will happily bring those guys back, Mandy, if that’s what you want. Hell, even with all the crazy shit going on here, I bet I could charge people admission to watch and make a small fortune!”

Amanda laughed. “You’re incorrigible!”

“It sounds so sexy when you use big words.”

The twins hadn’t been gone for more than a few moments when 2 attractive couples invited us to join them in a 6-way bisexual orgy. A day ago, Amanda and I would’ve either laughed out loud or fled in horror. But now we took it in stride and politely declined. It took the group even longer than the twins to take “no” for an answer.

After fending off two more propositions for sex, my wife and I eventually made our way to the pool area. There were several padded lounge chairs set in a row by the water. Luckily, the one at the end was unoccupied, so I sat down. Amanda, in turn, planted herself across my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her as we observed.

It seemed like everyone in the swimming pool was gravitating towards the center into a massive literal clusterfuck. It was a fascinating scene, yet the splashing and tangle of limbs obscured most of the action to the point where it appeared like one large amorphous movement. But as the splashing and moaning increased, it appeared more like a feeding frenzy.

To our right a well-built man with his brown hair slicked back was currently having rather physical sex with his partner, whom we recognized as a stripper from the Watering Hole, as she lay on the padded lounge chair. Her thighs were pressed to her chest and her feet flapped wildly above the man’s head with each thrust. There was a small group, 3 women and 2 men, standing around them watching. 2 of the women we fingering themselves and kneading their breasts while one of the men was openly masturbating. The third women suddenly leaned in to kiss the man having sex with the stripper while the last man thrusted his erection forward. The stripper was on her back and taking a pounding, but she happily swallowed the cock whole.

“This looks like the scene from the porn link we watched yesterday.”

I expected a retort to my flippant remark, but Amanda snorted as she snuggled against me. Her body was incredibly warm and firm, and her soft, silky hair was so fragrant that I nuzzled it, causing her to giggle and squirm. I held onto my wife fiercely as if afraid to lose her.

“I want you so badly right now, Mandy.”

“I can tell.” To emphasis the point, she rubbed her bottom against my erection.

“That’s not fair,” I protested mildly. “I would fuck you right now, but then everyone would want to join in.” I thought about Amanda’s countless hours at the gym and yoga studio as well as the 10+ miles she ran every week that blessed her not only with an incredible body, but with unparalleled stamina, as well. “But knowing you, you could handle a small army without breaking a sweat.”

Amanda suddenly kissed me so passionately that I thought she might smother me. She caressed my cheeks as she remained on my lap, and my hands explored her sexy body, from her thighs and hips, and to her neck and shoulders. The fabric of her minidress was so thin that I could easily discern the smoothness and firmness of every curve.

Goddamn, you taste so perfect… you FEEL so perfect…

The kiss lasted a wonderfully long time before my wife finally withdrew.

“Where did that come from?” I asked dreamily.

“I’m starting to feel comfortable around here… and a bit frisky.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really.” Then Amanda’s lips curled into a smile and as she noticed something behind me. “I think you’re going to want to see this, babe.” I turned to look where she pointed.

Behind us on the grass, a petite female about 5 feet tall was on her knees with her back to us. Her long, layered hair which was darker than Amanda’s flowed to her pert ass. I immediately sensed, without having seen her face, that this tiny girl was Asian.

A tall man with a gray beard towered over her, and the girl’s head bobbed smoothly as she sucked his cock, which was obstructed from view by the back of her head. The way the man he lolled his head back and moaned rapturously, however, told me all I need to know about her oral skills. The Asian girl’s figure was sleek and toned, and her back muscles rippled strikingly with each head movement.

But the cock wedged down her throat wasn’t the only one that had her attention.

The petite girl also rubbed one in each hand.

The man standing to her right was African American, and wielded an erection so huge that it resembled a club or baseball bat; the man to her left was much older to the point of appearing almost frail. His erection, in comparison, seemed laughably miniscule, but the Asian girl didn’t seemed seem to mind as she serviced all three with equal fervor.

Amanda felt me pulsate and uttered an understatement. “You’re getting really hard.”

“I’m sorry, Mandy. I can’t help it… you know I can’t help it.” I possessed such an unabashed fetish for petite Asian women that even my wife was aware of it!

My penis throbbed painfully. She would never allow me to make love to her in front of an audience, but I also knew that I couldn’t endure a 3-hour drive home in my current condition. And since I couldn’t— and wouldn’t— touch another woman, I figured that my best solution might be to run to the bathroom and masturbate. Then I noticed the multitude of people pleasuring themselves unabashedly in the open and wondered if that might be an option.

“I want to go home. Right now.”

Amanda’s request came out of nowhere. Despite my need for release and a momentary pang of disappointment, I didn’t argue; her happiness and safety always took precedence. “Sure, let’s go,” I replied without hesitation. I began easing my wife onto her feet.

“Sy, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I was in the process of rising when Amanda planted her hand on my chest and pushed me back down. I regarded her quizzically.

Then she sat next to me and casually began unbuttoning my pants.

“Mandy, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to unzip your pants, pull out your penis, and give you a handjob.”

“Um, you realize we’re not alone, right?”

She nodded towards a Watering Hole girl getting triple-penetrated 3 lounge chairs down. “What I’m proposing is vanilla compared to everything happening, don’t you think?”

“So when you said you wanted to leave… was that a test?”

“Maybe. Now shut up, sit back, and relax. I want to have some fun with you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I quickly extended my arms behind myself and leaned back. Amanda deftly undid my pants and fished out my erection, and I was suddenly in ecstasy. Between my wife’s expert touch and finally joining the sexual energy all around us, I was experiencing an excitement beyond anything I had ever felt before. But Amanda decided to be very cruel.

“I’m going to take my time with you, Sy. I’m going to take it nice and slow… very slow… to drive you crazy. I’m going to make you beg for it.”

Amanda had tormented me like this a thousand times, and the power she wielded over me was absolute. “Fuck, Mandy. Please don’t make me beg… not again. Not right now… not when you know how I badly I need it… how badly I need you.”

She chuckled evilly, maintaining her slow but heavy pace. “Patience, babe. Patience. Good things come to those who wait. Now spread your legs more so I can get in there deeper.”

“Fuck…”

Amanda lovingly gripped my erection and masturbated me steadily. Her wedding ring sparkled as her hand rubbed up and down my length, balls to tip and back. I couldn’t believe what she was doing! While my wife was obviously feeling more comfortable in our current environment, this was still extremely bold by our standards.

The energy level around us seemed to be increasing as well as people noticed us. I could see Amanda was looking through the corner of her eye at all the heads that were turning our way. We were no longer simply just a shy couple observing from the sidelines; we had become active participants of the event!

And that turned Amanda into an even brighter beacon.

It wasn’t for purely altruistic reasons that I wanted to call more attention to her. While I did enjoying stoking Amanda’s ego for her benefit, I had quickly discovered that I derived an abnormal thrill from people lusting over my hot wife. In truth, that kink had always been there, but this private sex party was allowing me to acknowledge it more freely.

I groped Amanda’s breast as she continued to masturbate me.

Amanda didn’t flinch. We gazed lovingly to each other’s eyes as we touched one another, more heavily and passionate with each passing moment, as something profound occurred between us. More people drew closer with keen interest in joining us but we didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, feeling increasingly bolder like my wife, I shifted my hand to her leg. It was smooth like the rest of her body, and I brushed her skin with my fingertips.

Still lost in each other’s eyes, my fingers drifted slowly up Amanda’s muscular thigh but stopped just short of her slit. Veins were bulging from my erection that had taken on a dark, angry shade, and a pungent aroma emanated from its head as it began to leak like a volcano preparing to erupt. I desired to go further, not because I simply wanted to be a greater part of this wild get-together but because I wished to please Amanda just like she was pleasing me. However, I still wasn’t sure how far to push the envelope.

I looked questioningly at my beautiful wife, and she gave me her consent by spreading her legs.

Amanda wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I slowly sank 2 fingers into her warm hole.

“You’re as wet as I am.”

“Why don’t we take off our clothes?” she suggested mildly.

“Mandy, are you sure this?”

My wife had the uncanny ability to appear sweet and innocent when she was being very, very naughty. “You heard me, babe. Maybe it’s time we did something crazy and outrageous, and live a little bit. Besides,” she added self-deprecatingly, “maybe we won’t stick out as much if we’re naked like everyone else!”

“Right, Mandy. Because going nude is the perfect way for everyone not to notice you.”

Amanda stopped stroking me and asked seriously, “Do you want to do it?”

Now the tables were reversed: she was letting me dictate things and express what I was comfortable with. But it wasn’t, nor was it ever, about me. I swallowed hard to gather my thoughts. The idea of being naked under the sun was exciting, but it was much, much more than that. And though I realized that my next words might shock my wife, I could never conceal the truth from her. “Yes, I do. Because I want everyone here… no, everyone in the world… to see you naked… to see you as your normal self which is also you at your very best. I want everyone to see your sexy body so they can worship it with me. I want every man and woman to crave you as much as I do… to want you so badly that all they can think about is touching you.” I looked at her and asked seriously, “Does that make me a terrible husband?”

Amanda knew that I spoke with pure love and adoration. She blushed and pressed her forehead to mine. “It doesn’t make you a bad husband, just a very silly one. Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Can I trust you?”

“I would rather die than betray your trust in me.”

“I know, Sy. Stand up.”

I did as told. But Amanda remained sitting on edge the lounge chair as she calmly lowered my pants and underwear to my ankles. I flushed and looked around in embarrassment as my erection sprang into view. But before I could fully process the moment, Amanda rose before me. And with a deliberately slow pace, she loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt before tossing them aside.

I was suddenly naked like everyone else.

Well, almost everyone else.

My wife eyed my penis and remarked admiringly, “Show off.”

But the best was yet to come. “You’re turn.”

Her expression as steady as she extended her arms overhead.

Accepting Amanda’s permission to strip her naked, I took hold of the bottom of her mini-dress and peeled it upwards. The material was unbelievable snug, making the pleasure of undressing her even more exciting. I drank in the glorious sight of my wife’s body as it was slowly revealed, and it was the same type of joy that a child experiences when opening gifts on Christmas morning.

Amanda was smiling confidently as I lifted the minidress over her head, and tossed it onto the grass with my clothes. We stood naked, save for our masks, chest to chest beneath the bright blue sky on a perfect warm and sunny day. Her smooth body felt like silk as it glided against mine, and I pressed my forehead to hers. We’d never been naked outdoors before, much less around other people, and the moment was as exhilarating as we imagined it’d be.

Amanda’s clit and nipples were as erect as my penis.

People stared at us, primarily at my wife’s flawlessness, some with mute appreciation and others with vocal lust.

The floodgates had been opened, and the moment had the potential to go in drastically different directions. “Now what?” I was suddenly more nervous and embarrassed than Amanda, and I felt the urge to cover my private areas even though I was eager remain exposed. However, it was from Amanda’ burgeoning confidence that I drew inspiration.

She gestured back to the petite Asian girl who was still servicing 3 cocks from her knees. I was so caught up that I had forgotten about her. “Do you want to go take a closer look?”

I didn’t know what else to say. “Sure. Lead the way.”

Amanda noticeably didn’t make eye contact with those who had gathered around us hoping to form a new orgy or, at the very least, watch us have sex. Instead, she casually strolled by them with her head high I as I followed, and the fact that she ignored everyone who was gawking at her made them desire her even more.

Amanda knew what she was doing; perhaps she fit in this scene better than I realized!

And witnessing these strangers lustily admire my hot naked wife was enough to make my erection wag obscenely as I trailed behind her.

Amanda and I carefully approached the foursome as we didn’t want to interrupt. The tiny Asian girl’s body appeared even tighter from our new vantage point, and her chiseled frame was even more pronounced up close. The quartet was totally engrossed in what they were doing, so Amanda and I tactfully circled around them so we could get a better view.

I looked at the girl’s face and was instantly smitten.

The petite Asian wasn’t a girl but a WOMAN in the best sense of the word. Her feline face was pale and unblemished like the rest of her body, but slight wrinkles at the corners of her brown, almond-shaped eyes, which did not detract from her exotic beauty whatsoever, indicated that she was much older than I had assumed. The woman was in her late 40’s, yet she flaunted the body of a 20-year old that even rivaled Amanda’s. In fact, excluding my wife and next to Lesli, I instantly desired her more than any female at this party.

Along with her compact figure, the Asian woman’s most alluring aspect was the way she moved. This lady was the epitome of cool, operating with a composure lacking in many of the younger women present. There was an easy flow to her movements, like someone who knew and enjoyed what she was doing; like someone who was totally confident with herself.

“She’s gorgeous,” Amanda commented quietly.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Yes, she is.”

The Asian woman’s face was currently pressed into the abdomen of the tall man she was deepthroating. However, her head turned imperceptibly as she heard our remark, and the petite woman studied us with one eye even though she was still sucking cock. Amanda and I return her gaze.

With a sudden burst of energy, the exotic-looking Asian began attending to her lovers with a fervor that was not present a moment ago. Gone were the slow and measured movements; now her head was bobbing so quickly that her long hair whipped in air, and her hands stroked her other 2 partners so rapidly that they were a blur. She was still in total control, but rather than savor the moment it now appeared that her only mission was to get the 3 men off as quickly as possible to move onto bigger and better things.

She achieved that goal.

The men threw their heads back and howled as they somehow climaxed simultaneously. Copious amounts of milky white sperm arced into the air to splatter harmlessly on the grass. Amanda and I were mesmerized as the petite woman’s cheeks suddenly sunk inward as she sucked hard, and the rise and fall of the lump in her throat indicated that she swallowed every last drop.

There was stunned silence as the 3 men stumbled backwards while the Asian woman stood up. She was tinier than I thought— perhaps a hair’s width below 5ft tall— but more even beautiful as I was now able to look onto her fully. The woman no longer paid any attention to her discarded lovers as she strode towards us.

“Hello, I’m Maleah.” Her heavy accent was sexy, and her tone was low and melodic.

“Maleah… that’s a very pretty name. I’m Amanda, and this is my husband Sy.”

“Nice to meet you, Amanda and Sy. You are both new to these parties.”

We nodded.

Maleah took our hands and squeezed them with a strength that was surprising for such a tiny thing, then placed them over her breasts. It was electric, and even Amanda’s reaction was a pleasant one. When the woman boldly made eye contact with me, I discovered that I couldn’t look away. “You are both so beautiful, and I would be honored to be your first.”

The idea of a threesome with my hot wife and this beautiful Asian woman was beyond my wettest fantasy. And the fact that Amanda and Maleah were both hungrily eying my erection as if they were about to fight over it only made it that much hotter. But I had vowed never to touch another woman or break my wife’s trust in me.

I was about to politely decline Maleah when Amanda spoke up. “My husband would like to play with you.” My cock couldn’t get any harder at that point. “That is, if you’re willing.”

The Asian woman’s responded softly, “Of course. But only if you are willing, too.”

Amanda looked at me with unrequited love, and nodded.

“Mandy, what in God’s name are you doing?”

But she ignored me. “I do have some rules, though.” Maleah’s expression was gentle and patient, and she inclined her head for Amanda to continue. My wife’s look was serious as she formulated her thoughts and emotions. “I don’t actually want the two of you to have sex,” Amanda explained as she looked between me and my new playmate. “But I know Sy would really enjoy what you just did to those men… and I’d love to watch.”

“Of course. As long as I have your permission.”

“You do. Thank you for asking, Maleah.”

I was stunned. “Mandy, I thought you said we were only going to watch?”

Amanda grinned, and it was as if the world was suddenly spinning in the opposite direction. “Do you want her?” Her volume was loud enough for Maleah to hear. I was about to stammer a deflection when she cut me off. “It’s a simple question, babe. Do you want her?”

I glanced at the Asian woman, who was regarding us with a mixture of amusement and unexpected tenderness. Ever cell in my being desired her, and the conflict between that primal need and the faithfulness I possessed for my wife pulled me in opposite directions. Ultimately, though, I could never lie to Amanda, no matter how upsetting the truth might be.

“Yes,” I confessed. “My god, yes.”

Amanda smiled then nodded once at Maleah.

I was unable to articulate any words as the petite Asian woman dropped to her knees. I was strangely feeling something akin to panic as Maleah slowly opened her mouth, and I stared at Amanda in horror… and I was still staring at her when Maleah took me into her mouth.

“Omigod…”

“Shhh… relax, Sy. Relax. Enjoy the moment. Let Maleah be good to you.” To the Asian woman currently giving me a blowjob, my wife told her, “Treat my husband well. He loves it when I suck on his balls and stroke his cock at the same time.”

“Mandy!”

The Asian woman murmured an affirmation as she took Amanda’s statement to heart. Twisting her head down and around, she deftly vacuumed the left side of my scrotum into her mouth and licked it as her hand massaged my penis. Like the oral expert that Maleah was, however, she soon crammed my entire sac into her mouth and lathered it all over. But her hands never stopped rubbing my cock.

Maleah slurped loudly, and the friction from her hands made my skin harder than a rock and hotter than lava. Then she licked her way from my scrotum up the underside of my shaft to the tip before swallowing my manhood fully down her throat. Amanda may be have been the ultimate goddess on her knees, but this woman was a close second.

I shuddered and my legs nearly buckled.

I immediately felt a surge between my legs that made me feel uncontrollably giddy, and I reflexively tried to twist away. But Maleah planted her hands on my hips to keep me in place— I was surprised, yet again, by the tiny woman’s strength— as she continued to flaunt her oral skills. I tightened my pelvic muscles in a desperate move to stave off orgasm.

“It’s ok, babe.” Amanda crooned softly in my ear, and it had an immediate calming effect on me. “I told you… enjoy the moment”

I didn’t even look down at Maleah as her lips began to sweep up and down the length of my pole. Instead, my attention was transfixed on my wife. “Mandy, I wasn’t asking for this.”

“I know. That’s why I want it for you.”

“Why are you so good to me?”

“Because I love you as much as I know you love me.”

I hooked one arm around my wife’s waist and gave her a ferocious kiss. For a moment, the only thing that existed in my world was Amanda’s taste on my lips and the feel of her warm, firm body pressed against my side. My misgivings had quickly overtaken my primal lust, and I began groping her breasts with my free hand as our tongues continued to wrestle.

All the while, Maleah never stopped sucking me.

I was still holding Amanda close when she looked at Maleah. Wordlessly, my wife weaved her fingers through the woman’s illustrious hair. She didn’t control or impede Maleah’s head movements; instead, her hand merely provided gentle guidance.

“Omigod,” I moaned again. It was getting REALLY hard not to cum.

Amanda chortled. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

My wife lay her head on my shoulder and studied Maleah in admiration. “She does seem really good at what she does.”

I planted a sweet kiss on Amanda’s forehead. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I’d be kissing my wife while another woman gave me a blowjob. This was beyond my wildest fantasy coming true, and I couldn’t last much longer. My cock was starting to twitch as I neared the point of no return.

But cumming inside another woman, even if it was just in the mouth, seem wrong. Though Amanda was allowing it, it felt too disrespectful to her. Besides, I didn’t want to be a hypocrite since I would never want another man to ejaculate inside my wife.

Then I recalled Amanda’s dreamy tone when she had commented on Maleah’s oral skills, and I suddenly had a fabulous idea.

“STOP!”

My sudden command was like the crack of a whip, and both ladies were so startled that they immediately pulled back.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Maleah’s almond-shaped eyes regarded me questioningly as she wiped her chin clean.

I grinned roguishly at Amanda then bent down to whisper in the petite woman’s ear. When I was finished, her toothy grin matched my own as we both looked at my wife. Then, still on her knees, she scooted over to Amanda.

Amanda looked at me suspiciously.

“Spread your legs,” I instructed her quietly. “It’s your turn.”

Somehow, my wife always looked impossibly more beautiful when she blushed.

“You need to get in on the fun, too. Because I think you want Maleah as badly as she wants you. Tell me I’m wrong.”

To my knowledge, Amanda never had a bisexual experience before, but she couldn’t meet my challenging gaze.

My wife’s cheeks were flaring as Maleah drew closer to her wet sex. “It’s ok, darling,” the Asian woman assured her. “I’ll be as good to you as I was to your husband.”

I addressed our new friend, “Mandy enjoys it when I play with her tits as I’m licking her clit. She also loves it when I drill 3 fingers into her pussy and scrape her inner walls… that’s her G-spot.”

“Babe!”

It was tit for tat, indeed!

“‘Mandy’.” The attractive woman uttered my wife’s pet name as if testing it. “How adorable.”

Then she proceeded to eat Amanda’s pussy.

My heart thundered as I watched. Amanda sighed contently and closed her eyes as Maleah lapped her slit like a dog drinking thirstily from a bowl. My wife’s head suddenly rolled backwards as a faint whimper escaped her lips. Then Maleah murmured into her, causing Amanda to moan even louder.

I wanted more for Amanda; I needed more.

I took Maleah’s hands and placed them over Amanda’s chest.

I was enthralled as the beautiful Asian woman licked and groped my wife.

The scene was like a work of art… like the most beautiful painting ever created.

I didn’t care anymore; I stroked myself in public as I watched.

My wife suddenly opened her eyes. We regarded each other intensely as the petite woman continued to slurp her loudly. But then Amanda gently placed her hands over Maleah’s and began guiding her movements much like she did when Maleah was giving me a blowjob.

“Dear god,” I murmured.

“Do you like watching me, Sy?”

It was a rhetorical question since she already knew the answer but I answered, anyway. “I love watching you breathe, Mandy, so you can be damn sure that I love watching you get your pussy licked… and your tits played with.”

There was a rustle of movement. A throng of spectators had gathered to watch our show. And they were packed so densely around us that it felt claustrophobic even though the open sky was above us.

Maleah didn’t stop pleasuring my wife; we were never sure if it was because she hadn’t noticed our audience or simply because it didn’t bother her. Amanda and I, however, stared at each other with uncertainty. Our limits were changing, and it was now a matter of how far we were willing to explore.

A lanky man in his late 20’s— Amanda’s age— stepped forward. Naked, he had dirty blonde hair that was braided in long dreadlocks and a noticeable stubble. The man easily stood over 6-feet tall and was very handsome in a very Bohemian sort of way.

“Excuse me,” he began graciously. “I’m Sebastian. Would anyone mind if I join in?”

“You’ll have to ask them.” Maleah inclined her head at us, and my response was immediate.

“I’m sorry, friend. But my wife is off limits.”

Around us, there were groans of dismay. But the lanky man seemed nonplussed. “That’s ok, dude. I totally get it.” He gave Amanda a complimentary smile. “If you were my girl, I wouldn’t share you with other guys, either.”

She was openly touched. “Why, thank you, Sebastian.”

“I’ll just watch and jerk off, if that’s cool.”

Neither of us could respond, so thankfully Maleah spoke up again. “Of course.”

Sebastian nodded. “Maybe you can play with me next, gorgeous, when you’re finished with your friends?”

“Of course,” she repeated, this time in a tone that was more like a purr.

I resumed touching myself as Maleah’s attention returned to Amanda’s moist slit. The petite Asian was no longer groping my wife’s breasts; instead, she had driven 3 fingers into Amanda’s pussy like I had suggested while fingering her own as well. After maintaining a sawing motion for a long moment, Maleah suddenly rotated her wrist so that her hand was now palm-up. Then she made a scraping motion, rubbing Amanda’s inner walls with her fingertips.

Amanda’s scream was shrill and glorious. “Oh god, yes… right there!”

Her reaction made my heart soar. Though the sight of my beautiful wife with another woman was wildly arousing, it was her happiness that excited me more than anything. But I wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. Sebastian was masturbating as furiously as me, as were most of the spectators. And it wasn’t just men who composed our considerable audience. An equal number of women were touching themselves, too.

Directly across from me, a portly man stood tall while carrying a slender dancer from the Watering Hole. Her arms encircled his thick neck and she rested her head on his shoulders. Furthermore, the girl’s long legs were wrapped around the man’s waist for support as he bounced her easily on his cock. But even as the man impressively fucked the stripper from a standing position, I noticed that his eyes were glued to my wife.

“Please let me be next.”

“I need to get a piece of that!”

“She’s got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen!”

“Lick that pussy!”

“My god, those fucking tits…”

Plaintive pleas to lewd comments sounded from everywhere as Amanda and Maleah displayed their intimacy for all to enjoy. The crowd was growing exponentially by the moment. Even better, I could tell that my wife was gaining traction from all the stares and comments raining down on her and her partner.

Sebastian and I stood closest to the ladies, and the tall and lanky young man spoke again. “I will pay whatever you and your wife want just to have 5 minutes with her,” he pleaded desperately. “Alone… or with you and a bunch of other people. I don’t care.” In another time and place, Amanda and I would’ve considered those words an insult. But here, in this crazy situation where everyone was naked and having sex with strangers, we knew that it was meant as a high compliment.

Amanda petted her current lover as she looked up shyly. “I’m sorry, Sebastian. I can’t give you what you want. But… you can touch me… if you like.”

She then looked at me gravely, and it was like a jolt of electricity when I realized that my wife was doing this as much for my benefit as her own.

With a calmness that belied his eagerness, Sebastian gently placed his hand on my wife’s breast.

The crowd inched forward. My wife raised her head and straightened her back, her way of welcoming Sebastian and letting those gathered glimpse at her full form. The lanky young man was now fully under Amanda’s spell as he stared at her breast while touching it.

“Goddamn, I’ve never felt anything so…” He was speechless for a moment before he managed to finish: “Perfect”.

“Thank you, Sebastian.”

“Would you mind if I touch myself, too?”

Amanda gentle smile was disarming. “Not at all. In fact, I would like that very much.”

My wife stood still as Maleah continued to lick her pussy while Sebastian gently fondled her breast. Then his expression changed, from a hypnotized stare to one of impending rapture as he started to masturbate. Around us, everyone was doing the same. Even the slender girl from the Watering Hole had stopped riding her portly man and was staring at the trio.

Amanda studied the crowd that had surrounded her until her gaze fell on me. As we locked eyes, she palmed the back of Maleah’s head to draw her tighter. Then my wife placed her hands over Sebastian’s to guide him and let him know what she wanted… how she liked to be touched.

My wife watched me stroke myself as I, in turn, watched her being pleased.

Sebastian was already panting. “Fuck, I can’t hold it!”

“Wait!” Amanda interjected. “You’re such a delight. I want to do something for you.” She gently ushered Maleah aside and sank to her knees before the tall young man. I was instantly overcome with jealousy and anger followed by a strange eagerness as I thought that my wife might give a complete stranger a blowjob. Instead, however, she placed the flat of Sebastian’s considerable erection between her breasts and squeezed them together.

Then, following a dramatic pause to throw me a naughty wink, Amanda began gliding her body in a smooth up-and-down motion, wonderfully tittyfucking her new friend.

Sebastian moaned in disbelief.

Now I was jealous! Along with traditional vaginal sex, fucking my wife’s incredible tits was right up there with oral sex. But, ultimately, it didn’t matter what part of her body she used… mouth, pussy, or breasts… because Amanda could make me cum anytime, anywhere.

And now, she was about to make me orgasm without even touching me.

My cockhead was leaking when Maleah pressed into Amanda from behind, and the petite Asian woman greeted her with another hot kiss. And their tongues were still tangled when Maleah boldly replaced Amanda’s hands with her own, mashing my wife’s breasts together as Sebastian began pumping his cock more violently between them.

I was too consumed by the trio’s actions to comprehend the licentious murmurs in the background. To watch another man pleasure himself with my Amanda’s body as another woman touched her was a thing of beauty. It was a deviant voyeuristic fetish, to be sure, perhaps even slightly misogynistic. But Amanda seemed to be enjoying herself, and that along with her safety was all that mattered.

However, Sebastian’s last comment proved true. After only a few more passes, he cried in warning, “I’m gonna cum! Shit, I’m gonna cum!”

Amanda flirted with danger as she rubbed her breasts against him several more times. But just when I thought she was willing to take a cumshot blast to the chest, my wife lunged aside. At the same time, Maleah darted forward to take her place.

Then the petite Asian took Sebastian’s cock into her mouth a second before it erupted.

The lanky young man roared as he thrusted hard, unable to contain himself. Maleah, to her credit, gulped his offering with relative ease. Amanda was impressed by her coolness, and affectionately kissed the top of Maleah’s head as the woman swallowed one final time. Then my wife rose and gave Sebastian a warm kiss on his cheek, as well. He blushed boyishly.

As Amanda stepped back, however, several naked forms instantly washed over her like a tidal wave, sweeping Maleah and Sebastian aside until they were lost in a larger sea of bodies. People had watched Amanda with envious lust as she played with her partners. Now, overcome with impatience, they could no longer simply stand back to admire her unparalleled nudity.

They needed to feel it for themselves.

A gray-haired man perhaps old enough to be Amanda’s grandfather stepped forward and groped my wife’s breasts, appearing on the verge of cumming instantaneously.

A familiar stripper named Scarlet materialized behind Amanda and began stroking her neck lightly. Contrary to her name, I had always suspected that the girl wasn’t a true redhead. However, that never mattered much to me; with a slim but toned figure, wonderful 34B breasts, and a pretty face, Scarlet was easily the dancer whom I spent the most time with—and the most money on— at the Watering Hole.

Besides Lesli, of course.

A middle-aged Middle-Eastern man slid next to my wife and wrapped one arm around her waist as he touched her belly, enthralled by her incomparable 6-pack.

An attractive, well-endowed female who looked as though she could make a fortune as a stripper appeared next to Scarlett and petted Amanda’s ass.

A young blonde man who stood opposite of the one of Middle-Eastern descent traced the curves of my wife’s hip, his finger coming dangerously close to her vagina but never trespassing on that forbidden area.

A tall and lean olive-skinned woman with a shaved head and tattoos adorning her back managed to weave her way to stand before Amanda, whispering compliments into her ear as she caressed my wife’s freckled face.

More and more people clustered around Amanda as they vied for the opportunity just to touch her. Such was the power she unintentionally wielded over them. In the blink of an eye, my wife was practically engulfed.

I experienced a moment of terror when it appeared that Amanda might be physically overwhelmed. There were so many people on her and even more impatiently waiting that I feared for Amanda’s safety. I moved forward with the intention of pulling her out.

But then I noticed a peculiar thing.

Sure, people were practically fighting each other to get to my wife. But once they reached her, there was a surprising gentleness to the manner which they fondled and petted her. Even though Amanda stood before them naked and vulnerable, their touch, though born of carnal need, was filled with respect as everyone respected her tacit boundaries. It was as if they understood that Amanda’s beautiful form was meant to be appreciated, not desecrated.

And those who couldn’t get close enough to touch it settled for the next best thing: they stared at Amanda allowing her body to be used for sexual pleasure as they masturbated.

Despite being thoroughly surrounded, Amanda managed to cast me a reassuring smile.

It was inexplicable how I, as her husband, could be aroused at seeing so many people pleasuring themselves with— and to— my wife.

I suddenly felt a warm smooth form sidle against me on my right and then another on my left. I looked to my right first, and was delighted that Scarlet had made her way to me. Her long fingers, with those blood-red, manicured nails, suddenly wrapped themselves around my cock and gave it a tug.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Sy,” she intoned softly, and I realized that she had recognized me and Amanda.

To my left, another Watering Hole dancer— this one, a tall platinum blonde whom I had seen plenty of times before but never spent time with— cupped my scrotum and began massaging it with the precise amount of pressure to make it feel heavenly.

I hooked my arms around the girls and pulled them against me.

Amanda and I never broke eye contact as complete strangers became intimate with our bodies.

Both girls lay their heads on my shoulders and continued to pleasure me as, together, we watched countless hands explore Amanda. Their touch was electric. I lowered my hands and gave their firm asses a squeeze in repayment, eliciting gleeful giggles.

The combination of watching strangers pleasuring themselves with my hot wife while 2 beautiful girls rubbed my manhood had me craving release in short time. My erection turned harder than a rock and thick dark veins threatened to burst from its skin. Amanda, still surrounded by desperate men and women who didn’t seem inclined to let her go any time soon, beamed me a devilish smile that made me throw caution into the wind.

In a normal situation, I would’ve been more than happy to allow Scarlet and her equally attractive partner get me off. However, I shrugged them away, much to their surprise, and stomped forward to reclaim what was mine. With a zeal that could’ve moved mountains, I began pushing everyone away from my wife. Most threw me an angry glare, but immediately shrank back when they noticed the determination that even my mask couldn’t hide.

I suddenly stood before Amanda, and it was as if we were in the eye of a storm as the now massive crowd gave us some distance and regarded us in silence.

“Babe, is everything ok? Are you mad?” Her brow furrowed in concern.

“Mad? No, Mandy, I’m not mad. Call me a deranged… call me a pervert, but watching these people put their hands all over you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She visibly relaxed. “Then…”

I placed my hand on Amanda’s shoulder and ushered her to her knees. There was a collective gasp as the onlookers assumed that I was seeking a blowjob. In fact, I knew Amanda would infer the same. But I lay her gently on the soft grass instead.

Then I took my rightful place between my wife’s legs. “You have me so hot that I’m going to fuck you, right here and now, in front of all these people. And they’re going to hate me for it because we both know that each and every one of then wants to fuck you, too.”

Amanda smiled with happiness; showing her off may have stoked her ego, but my possessiveness was what she truly wanted.

Mere moments ago, my shocking statement would’ve elicited a much different reaction, but we were no longer the same people. “I need to remind everyone who this pussy belongs to.” I yanked Amanda’s thighs apart by the ankles, and her smooth slit gaped invitingly.

“Yes,” she growled exuberantly. “Show them who owns this pussy. Claim it… own it!”

The crowd rumbled, some with enthusiasm and some with resentment, as we spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. But Amanda and I didn’t care either way. We suddenly enjoyed being exhibitionists and were no longer embarrassed by our nudity. But more importantly, my beautiful wife and I didn’t simply want everyone to know how much we cared for each other.

We wanted everyone to know how badly we wanted each other.

It was primal.

It was about ego.

It was about love.

Grabbing my erection at its base, I didn’t bother with foreplay or romantic pretense. I simply lined my cockhead up with Amanda’s cunt and slammed in as hard as I could. She screamed shrilly, attracting more spectators. They packed so densely that we could feel the heat of their breaths as we fucked. I hiked Amanda’s legs over my shoulders and pinned her wrists above her head as I thrusted savagely. Even in the open air, the dull sound of skin pounding skin was clear, as I experienced an animalistic fury unlike anything before.

I loved my wife and adored her… craved her… and wanted the whole world to know.

Men and women drew closer to watch as if Amanda and I were actors in a play. They began to touch us again. Hands sought whatever portion of Amanda they could find, slithering like serpents through the spaces between our bodies. But despite those intrusive hands, Amanda’s eyes were wide behind her mask as we focused only on each other.

Still buried in Amanda’s vagina, I released her wrists and let her legs fall from my shoulders as I rose to my knees. More hands instantly darted in as they took advantage, latching onto my wife like blood-sucking creatures until she was practically covered below the neck. I felt fingers pawing at me as well… on my back and shoulders, and on my hips and buttocks.

I shivered with excitement and, for reasons I could never understand, removed my mask.

Amanda saw me and did the same.

There was an audible gasp as men and women were able to gaze upon my wife’s face for the first time. Their reactions were unsurprising, even to be expected, since she possessed unmatched beauty in every sense of the word, yet it still made me beam with pride. And when I glanced at Amanda again, she was glowing with confidence.

This was how my wife was meant to be witnessed.

In absolute naked perfection.

Amanda smiled appreciatively at the attention, and her swagger was as arousing to me as the sight and touch of her sexy body.

Fingers weaved through her long black silky hair as I gazed down up her. Someone was gently stroking my wife’s cheek and while a masculine hand caressed the other side of her face. And as those thick, meaty fingers traced down her jawline, Amanda turned her head and sucked on them very suggestively.

The sexual innuendo was clear, and her audience reacted.

I swore under my breath and instantly stiffened again. However, instead of pounding Amanda furiously, I slowed the pace. I no longer merely wanted to fuck her.

I wanted to make love to my wife.

Amanda sensed the change on my demeanor. The numerous hands that were touching her retracted as she sat up. I was still, literally, connected to her as we rolled in unison until we had traded places: now I was on my back while she was straddling me like a cowgirl.

People quickly stepped forward to grope and fondle her again, but Amanda shook her head. And as women reached out to touch me once more, she emphatically pushed their hands away. “Sorry, ladies,” she told them. “But this one’s mine.” The hands that were on me abruptly withered away. Then Amanda stared down at me supremely. “You’re mine, Sy.”

“God, I love the sound of that.”

She began to ride me.

Although they wanted to touch her again, our spectators were spellbound as they watched Amanda grind and shake on my pelvis. Like a Watering Hole dancer, she gyrated seductively, using the power of her femininity to hypnotize her admirers. Amanda’s arms weaved overhead as her breasts heaved heavenward, making them appear fuller and impossibly more perfect. Several hands reached out to feel them, but stopped; no couldn’t bring themselves to interrupt her performance.

I placed my hands over Amanda’s breasts.

Squeezing hard, her engorged nipples poked into my palms, and I rubbed them lovingly. From my vantage point, I gazed up at Amanda and at the undersides of her breasts and, for the countless time, was incredulous at their perfection.

Amanda placed her hands over mine as men and women watched us jealously. And her expression was intense as she subtly pushed my hands away to cover her breasts herself. Then, still commandeering everyone’s attention, my wife played for me as she began touching herself while continuing to grind into my erection.

Amanda cupped her breasts and wiggled them at me.

She pinched her erect nipples, and rolled them between thumb and forefinger.

Amanda mashed her breasts together, reminding me of all the wonderful titty-fucks she had gifted me and all the times I splattered her chest with thick white hot sperm.

My wife was taunting me… teasing me…

“My god… fuck, I love watching you touch yourself,” I breathed. “And…

“And?”

“And I love watching people touch you. Especially when they’re rough with tits… and when they slap that incredible ass of yours.”

My wife suddenly lifted herself until only the head of my erection remained in her hole…

… then slammed onto me with her full force.

I swore, grunted, and moaned in pleasure as Amanda bounced on my cock repeatedly with seemingly little regard for my physical well-being, and each impact was more toe-curling than the last. My hands groped the entirety of her body…. her tits… her rippling 6-pack… her hips… her firm ass… as she jackhammered HARD. There was no way I could endure such a wonderful pummeling. Truth be told, I didn’t want; I wanted to cum right away because I knew it would be the most splendid orgasm that I would ever experience.

I was about to pull my wife onto me and kiss her with all the passion that my heart could muster when a very familiar voice interrupted the moment. Of course, I thought ruefully.

“I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I JUST KNEW IT!”

A tattooed, green-haired voluptuous figure elbowed her way to the forefront of the crowd until she was, literally, right on top of us. The smell of alcohol on Lesli’s breath was even stronger than before. But before we could react, however, she dropped to her knees. And what she did next barely fazed our audience but made my mouth drop in astonishment.

Lesli mashed her lips onto Amanda and smothered her with a kiss… one that was much more intimate than someone would give to a platonic friend.

I gaped at the ladies from my back. My wife momentarily froze but did not resist. In fact, after her initial surprise, Amanda caressed her best friend’s face and slipped her tongue down her throat! Those gathered watched nonplussed. There were many same-sexed lovers at the party, and the multiple orgies and general debauchery occurring all around us made the girls’ kiss seem tame by comparison. But, even though I was already hard, seeing my hot wife making with her sexy friend turned my cock harder than diamond.

I continued to stare at the girls as they held each other with a visible emotion that could only be considered genuine love. It was based on a familiarity and affection that could not be faked. It was the type of kiss that my wife and I had shared countless times, but not one that I would not have expected her to enjoy with anyone else.

Not even with Lesli, her former sorority sister and best friend.

They were smiling warmly at each other when Amanda finally pulled away.

“Mmm… you taste just like I remember, Mandy.”

“You, too, Les.”

“Do you remember our first kiss?”

Amanda laughed. “How could I forget?”

I knew Amanda was a virgin before she met me and, to my knowledge, the furthest she had ever gone sexually was giving a previous boyfriend a handjob. But the fact that my relatively prim and proper wife may have had a bisexual experience in the past had NEVER crossed my mind.

However, I knew Amanda and Lesli loved each other unequivocally. They weren’t just former Sorority Sisters, they were sisters in life. Maybe their intimacy wasn’t so far-fetched, after all.

Besides, the idea of the two hottest girls I had ever known lusting for each other coincided with some of my wettest fantasies.

The girls were giggling like young coeds.

“It was after that boring frat party,” my wife recollected.

“The one were those preppy frat boys kept hitting on us and tried to take us to their bedrooms, and you lied and told them that if they didn’t leave us alone, our boyfriends from the lacrosse team would come and beat their asses.”

Amanda cried with laughter. “We were so drunk that I don’t know how we managed to stumble across campus back to our apartment!”

“You kissed me as soon as we got inside.”

“You kissed me!”

They girls laughed uproariously as they briefly reminisced. I was practically drooling as I listened. Then they both looked at me, and it was a look at 2 predators might give to a prey trapped between them.

“Would you like to hear what happened next, Sy?” Amanda asked me slyly.

I could only nod dumbly.

There were murmurs of agreement around us. Amanda grinned as she pressed her cheek against Lesli’s, and the innocent but sensual act, literally, wound the crowd tighter. Encouraged by everyone’s reaction, the girls continued as if telling a campfire story.

“We spent a long time making out in the doorway,” Lesli recalled.

Amanda nodded. “I was so nervous… I had never kissed a girl before!”

“You’re still the best kisser I’ve ever known, Mandy. Better than any boy or girl I’ve ever been with.” Lesli smirked at me. “Mandy and I took each other’s clothes off… and we ended up my bed together.”

My wife was smiling, and it was from neither embarrassment nor humor, but rather due to fond remembrance. “The way you touched me that night, Les… I still remember. I can still feel it. No one’s ever touched me like that… not even…”

Amanda inclined her head towards me, and I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.

The girls kissed again but this time there was much more yearning behind it. Their hands explored each other closely as the love that had always been present but lay dormant with age was rekindled again. But even though her best friend was currently consuming much of her attention, my wife didn’t forget me. Amanda began slowly riding me once more as she and Lesli breathed heavily.

I glanced around us. A healthy crowd still surrounded us, but it was starting to thin as people began to masturbate on their own or break into groups to fuck. They all still kept an eye on us, however, and I felt a strong sense of pride knowing that we were their inspiration.

As the bodies around us shifted, I spotted Maleah and Sebastian just several feet away. The beautiful petite Asian woman was on her back, her toned legs wrapped around the lanky man’s head, as he hungrily lapped at her pussy while blindly reaching to play with her breasts. Maleah’s eyes were closed and her fingers were interlocked behind her head as a blissful expression adorned her pretty, exotic face. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched Sebastian pleasure the woman whom I greatly desired. But the mismatched pair seemed oddly perfect together, and I was content knowing that Maleah was being treated well.