Following the surprise end to the party night, we kept in touch with Jim and he and my wife messaged each other regularly. As it turned out, he was much deeper into the scene than the odd date with an unsatisfied wife or two. There was nothing to suggest anything sinister, but he did move in a few select circles of likeminded professional adults. Not entirely secretive but very discreet.
Exchanging messages one night I asked her to question him a bit more about that and he was happy share more about it. Jim had occasionally attended party nights, in private houses both in the UK and France. They were strictly for male/female couples only, and there were a few ladies he could rely on to be his plus one for the night. Intrigued, we asked about the dynamics and he was smart enough to realise we were showing some interest and asked if we thought it was something in which we would like to be involved. He told us that he was heading back to the UK for business and there was a gathering quite soon in Oxfordshire and he may be able to add us to the ‘guest list’. Obviously, we would need to discuss it more but he would see what he could do in the meantime and we should think about it. Was this a door we should open?
A week passed and Jim was back in contact to say that there was an opening if we were interested but the first step was to provide a recent photo for ‘approval’ and a brief description of ourselves to the hosts. This was clearly a select group by invitation only which we thought was a good thing and with nothing to lose did as we were asked. A reply eventually came to say we had been accepted to attend, the dress code (“classy yet risqué”), and a list of house rules. No means No, leave cameras, phones on the door etc. There is normally a contribution towards food and drink but wasn’t required for us as first timers. We talked about it some more and decided to accept the invite as everything seemed above board and Jim assured us that there was literally no pressure, in fact sometimes couples were there just to be voyeurs or just to socialise. We booked a hotel nearby. An early check in to give us time to prepare.
This was all new to us and we were both excited yet a little worried about making fools of ourselves, being new to the party so to speak. We spoke to Jim again a couple of times to get more of a heads up. The gents generally wore suits, the ladies, elegant dresses and heels. Something that didn’t shout ‘fuck me’ but had an air of sophistication but availability. “Just show off your best bits!” he joked. My wife ordered a few dresses along with some new underwear. The trying on took an entire evening, landing on a black strappy tight fitting dress, ending just above the knee, exposing enough cleavage to merit attention. To cover the risqué, she decided on a pair of red high heels to contrast the dress. She wanted to keep the underwear a secret for now but there would be nylon. We hoped it would fit the description. I would wear a dark blue suit with an open crisp white shirt. Easy!
A message came through as promised with more details. It looked like quite a remote country house, not quite a mansion but close. Our hosts, Charles and Penny would welcome us at 8. This all suddenly became very real, and we felt both a little nervous but not apprehensive.
After our journey to the hotel, we checked in and found our way around. My wife carefully hung up our outfits and had booked a massage for us both followed by a swim and sauna. It was nice to be pampered a little. The day before she had been for a full wax and this was evident with her swimsuit clinging tight on the smoothness of her pussy.
Back in our room, we shared a bottle of fizz and talked about what lay ahead that night. We were heading into a setting where people assembled for sex. What would the other guests be like? Did these things turn into orgies? With so many unknowns, I suggested whether we should set some boundaries or just go with the flow. We landed on the latter, but don’t rush into anything, keep a low profile and take in the surroundings and see if it’s for us or not. Naturally, we could leave at any time. My wife was more candid. This may be the only time we do this, we arrive together and leave together. We shouldn’t feel like we need to seek approval from the other for anything that happens in between, which may be nothing. Just trust one another. “I am not going in there and just dropping my knickers for anyone”. Thoughts of her enjoying the company of other men entered my mind which led to a late afternoon of sex. Would someone have the pleasure of parting her thighs again later? I certainly hoped so.
We booked a taxi for 7.30 and my wife began to get ready. “I need to get this right, and would like you to disappear for a while”. I took a shower and was quickly dressed, looking I might say quite dapper, and headed to the lounge bar for a couple of drinks. She would join me when ready and to have a G & T waiting.
I took a seat in a quiet corner waiting anxiously and sent her a message asking for a photo of what she was wearing under her dress. As you can see I wasn’t disappointed. Eventually in she walked, turning a few heads in the bar. Her hair was sleek, pulled back from her face and held up with a clip. Light make up and red lipstick. Her body looked amazing in the dress, which was a little shorter than I remembered. As she sat, her stocking tops were revealed a little, through a slit in the dress just enough to raise the temperature. A drink or two later our taxi arrived and we were off on our adventure. As we got closer, she squeezed my leg and whispered “are we sure about this?” I smiled and nodded enthusiastically “What could go wrong”.
We were now really out in the countryside and approached a gated drive, which opened as we approached. This led to the large old house which looked Elizabethan. The front lit with a few flaming torches. Nice touch I thought as we pulled up near the entrance. A doorman asked us for the password we were given and we entered a big reception hall. There were already a few couples enjoying drinks and a magician circulating along with a roulette table. We stood still for a moment holding hands and looking around, our chosen outfits were pretty much spot on. Then out sprung an attractive blonde women to welcome us. “I’m Penny, you must be and , welcome to our home” she said cheerfully. Her husband then appeared to introduce himself, offering us a glass of champagne which we happily accepted. They were both obviously wealthy, mid fifties, and in good shape. He was quite flamboyant, remarking on my wife’s appearance. “We must thank Jim for our new guests don’t you think Penny?” he joked, and we both laughed nervously. A little small talk followed, then Jim arrived and it was good to see a familiar face. He embraced my wife and shook my hand “So good to see you again” he said “Let me introduce Rachel” ushering his date towards us. She was a stunning brunette who must have been 20 years younger than him and he gave me a knowing smile. I noticed a wedding ring on her finger. We all stood together at a poser table and got acquainted. Rachel was nice, down to earth and we got on well. “So how do you know Jim?” she asked. I explained we met at a mutual friends party, and she glanced at my wife in conversation with him and looked back at me, no doubt reading between the lines.
After a few glasses, I saw the magician leave and Charles appeared and rang a little bell. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the lounge is open so enjoy your evening and don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”. I counted roughly 12 couples including us. All were attractive and obviously carefully selected. The lounge as it turned out was a large room, lit only by candlelight, sofas scattered around with copious wine buckets full of ice and bottles, finger food and strawberries. The large windows were covered in long velvet drapes. There was soft music playing in the background. At the far end, two other doors led off the room.
I managed to have a quick chat with my wife to check she was comfortable. It was nothing like she had imagined as so far it was just like a ‘normal’ party. She was relaxed and enjoying herself. I asked if she saw anyone she liked the look of and with a wink said, “maybe one or two have caught my eye”.
Over an hour or so, it felt like we became the centre of attention (particularly her), and had some interesting conversations with various men and women. All professionals in their 40’s and 50’s. There was no mention of sex or anything along those lines, just normal social interactions. The drinks flowed. It was now about 10 and the music volume suddenly increased and the energy in the room changed. One area quickly became a dancefloor. Rachel took my hand and asked me to dance. I looked at my wife who pulled me in close and said, “Go and dance, remember no approval needed”.
I left her with Jim and with enough alcohol hitting the spot, I soon got into the music with Rachel. Looking across, my wife had now moved to a large leather sofa, Jim one side, and Hugo, a guy we had spoken to earlier, sat flanking her other side. A couple of other guys were hovering nearby joining in the conversation. Rachel noticed and got my attention. “She will be fine, just relax” and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek which I have to say gave me a little twinge down below. She took my hands and pulled me close, wrapping her arms around my neck. A few songs later, I felt a squeeze on my ass and turned to see Penny standing before me “May I?” she said and Rachel replied “Of course darling” handing me over to the hostess. Rachel was quickly joined by another man, who clearly was already known to her.
Penny and I danced for a while until a sofa in the corner became free and Penny led me over to sit with her and grabbed a bottle and two glasses. As we talked, her hand rested on my thigh. I noticed a few of the guests disappearing through the doors including Rachel with my replacement dance partner. Penny explained that this led to the bedrooms upstairs. There are no locks on any of the doors, however a closed door means the same as if it were locked. A door ajar means you are welcome in to watch. An open door is an invitation to join whoever is in the room at the time. For the more adventurous, there’s and area downstairs in the basement. I wondered what was down there, but didn’t ask!
I was learning quickly, feeling much more relaxed now and scanned the room for my wife. She was being led to the dancefloor by Hugo who had clearly taken her fancy. He was soon holding her by the waist, her arms over his shoulders, dancing close. “It looks like your wife has found a new friend” Penny teased. I tried not to be distracted but love watching her in the arms of another man. All part of the experience. Penny silently taking in the view, squeezing gently on my thigh. Hugo’s hands were now running down the small of her back and onto her ass. Words were being exchanged between them making her laugh. A proposal maybe? Whatever he said next made her look around the room, before looking back up at him. Hugo leaned in closer, said a few words and brushed his mouth onto hers. There was no resistance. Her head tilted to one side and their lips joined in a sensual kiss. Releasing her, he took a step back, took her hand and they drifted away. She didn’t look back as they disappeared through an exit door. They were followed shortly afterwards by Jim and a busty redhead who I had spoken to earlier. “Don’t worry, she’s in good hands, I can vouch for that” Penny said suggestively and at that moment Charles appeared.
“Darling, why don’t you show our guest around?” I had a feeling I knew what that meant and was in no position to argue. She was quite petite but not skinny, a typical little English rose. “Would you like that?” she asked and took my hand. We stood and she led the way back out towards the reception hall and into a vast kitchen with stairs leading off. “Come on handsome” Penny said and I followed her up the stairs, along a hall into what I rightly assumed must be their marital bedroom.
There was an oak four poster bed and a stand alone bath tub. The whole room was very opulent. Clearly not one to stand on ceremony, she walked across to the bed and slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her body was a definite 10/10. Black and red lace and silk lingerie, stockings and suspenders. “You like?”
Penny was in control and I certainly wasn’t. She stepped towards me, took my hands and tilted her head for a kiss. I responded and flet her tongue dart into my mouth. She began to unbutton my shirt, taking her time, before lifting it back over my shoulders. Her focus then moved to my trousers, which she slowly unfastened and pulled down to the floor. She then went down to relieve me of my shoes, socks and I stepped out now just in my tight boxers. “Lets see what you have for Penny” she said and peeled down my underwear and helped me wriggle out of them. My cock bounced out and I felt her take hold of my shaft.
She led me over to the bed and pushed me back onto the edge, parted my legs and knelt between them. She kissed all the way up my legs until she reached my groin, before her tongue flicked gently on my balls. I leaned back and she glanced up at me, her blue eyes looking a picture of innocence. Taking hold of my cock she knelt up and I felt the warmth of her mouth accept me inside. Penny then engaged in fellatio of the highest quality, which has only been matched by my wife. Sensing I was getting close, she kissed my cock goodbye and almost commanded that I lay back on the bed. This women definitely had a dominant side. She walked around the side of the bed and straddled my chest before shuffling upwards, pulling her knickers to one side and positioning herself over my face. Grabbing the headboard, she hovered over me, her smooth pussy just a few inches above before lowering herself within reach of my tongue which circled her moist lips and clitoris. Penny gyrated on my mouth making sure I was hitting all the right spots was breathing heavily now, pressing herself onto me with a little more intensity. There was no escape, not that I wanted to. Penny tasted divine. She became vocal, her high voice repeating “Yes, Yes, Yes” and with a final squeal, she reached orgasm, gushing onto my face. She held herself still for a moment before leaning across to the bedside drawer and fetched out a condom which she waved above me. “I suppose we should but we don’t have to, I cant, you know, get pregnant”. In that moment I made a quick decision and took it from her and it was discarded. She reached back and found my cock, and I was soon hard again. As she shuffled back I felt her pussy make contact and she carefully edged down and eased me into her. She started to fuck me slowly. It was a glorious view, her blonde hair brushing my face as she leaned down for a kiss before rocking back, her hands using my thighs for balance. Things heated up and her gyrations increased, up, down, side to side, now riding me with untold vigour. She began to moan loudly as I placed a thumb on her clitoris twinkling in the soft light. I felt her tighten around my cock, her head jolted back, and her body shuddered as another orgasm flushed through. Setting me off, I could hold out no longer and heard myself let out a groan as burst into her.
She leant forward and we kissed firmly. I felt a presence and over her shoulder noticed someone stepping out of the room. It was Charles. I had no idea how long he had been there.
Penny and lay together for a few minutes. She was first to break the silence. “Well, welcome to our little troop, I guess we should get back to the party, I would hate you to miss anything”. It then struck me that my wife had disappeared with Hugo earlier and had a pang of guilt. “Come on handsome” Penny said, “I need to freshen up but you should go and see what is happening, I am sure you can find your way back”.
Whilst it all seemed a bit transactional, I gathered up my clothes, dressed and headed back down through the kitchen, stopping for a glug of water. I must have been gone for a good hour, maybe longer. What now? I thought. I really wanted to find my wife to check that she was ok. I found my way back to the lounge and things seemed quite relaxed although it struck me that most of the female occupants were now down to their underwear. I heard a familiar voice and it was Rachel. “And where have you been you naughty boy?” she said handing me a glass of wine. At some point she has also been separated from her dress and I must say looked gorgeous in a lace corset and stockings. I wondered if she had been fucking too. Unable to see my wife anywhere I asked if she had seen her. She hadn’t but suggested we go look together if it would make me happier. We walked across to a door leading upstairs and made our way along the landing. A couple of doors were closed, but there were another 3 or so where the doors were ajar and looked inside. All were empty, bar one, and there was certainly activity by the sounds of it. Rachel was first to peak inside and looked back at me, eyes wide with a nod. We both quietly stepped inside.
It was quite dark, with just a table lamp glowing in the corner. In the centre of the room was a large bed and a few arm chairs dotted around. Another man, sat alone, just relaxing and observing. It was Penny’s husband Charles. He acknowledged our arrival with a wry smile.
Meanwhile on the bed, my wife was on her back, naked apart from her stockings, suspenders and heels. Droplets on her body glistened in the light, someone’s cum perhaps? Holding her legs wide, Hugo was devouring her pussy. Another man was leaning down, his mouth on hers, exchanging tongues as she held his big hard cock, masturbating him slowly. Jim.
Rachel looked at me and mouthed ‘You ok?’. I very much was. This was beyond expectations. Taking me by the hand, she led us to the love seat in the window, just big enough for two. We had a side view of the activities taking place on the bed.
Jim broke away and positioned himself and his substantial cock near my wife’s face. Holding her head with one hand he shuffled forward. Her lips parted welcoming him into her mouth. His head jolted back as he felt the warmth. As this was unfolding before us, Rachel gently rubbed her hand up and down my thigh.
Hugo removed himself from between her legs, and held his sizable manhood in one hand. He paused for a moment to admire my wife’s pussy, taking his time, savouring the moment, her legs spread out before him. Access was most definitely granted. He approached, gently teasing his cock onto her clitoris. She broke away from sucking Jim for a second, “fuck, please fuck me again” she said breathlessly.
Rachel squeezed hard on my thigh as he penetrated his cock deep into her, not for the first time tonight it seemed. A loud moan filled the room, which became muffled as she reached for Jims dick and accepted him back into her mouth. She was immersed, lost to these two men. They were in rhythm, my wife willingly taking a thick cock at both ends. I was aroused anyway but Rachel began to whisper into my ear, “I can tell you like seeing her being fucked?” as her hand reached down and skilfully unzipped, releasing me. Her fingers traced up and down my shaft. It was bliss.
We watched as he fucked my wife for a few minutes, before they switched positions. This was only a short respite as her mouth was soon full of Hugo’s cock with Jim eyeing up what lay between her thighs. He gently eased into her wet pussy, raising her legs up, he held her ankles tightly, thrusting and driving his dick home. It was pure sex but the atmosphere felt somehow intimate at the same time. Indescribable. Rachel continued whispering in my ear as she stimulated my now very hard cock.
Jim was pounding harder now, his balls slapping, and she was willingly taking him, filling her with each stroke. She had released Hugo, and was panting heavily. As she reached orgasm, letting out her unmistakable high pitched moans of satisfaction, Hugo grabbed hold of his cock and pumped his seed over her face, neck and breasts. Gratified, he took a step away, gathered up his clothes and slowly left the room. Jim now had her to himself, flipping her over and entered her from behind, taking hold and pulling her onto him. How long can this guy last I thought, as Hugos cum dripped from her onto the bed.
My wife became vocal. “Yes that’s it, fuck me, fuck me” now gripping tightly on a pillow.
Charles got up from his seat and started to undress and was soon naked. He was a little overweight but good looking. Quite tanned, short grey hair and piercing blue eyes. He manoeuvred over to the bed, facing my wife who, feeling his presence, lifted herself up onto her elbows. Her hair now dishevelled obscuring her face. He dragged it back over her ears so she could see him standing before her. Jim slowed down and Charles presented his hard cock. He was a very big man. A good 9 inches and girthy. Taking a step closer the end of his thick penis was now enticingly close. Jim provided some forward momentum from the rear, and her lips opened instinctively. Her body lurched forward welcoming our host into her mouth with each thrust from behind.
Rachel shifted from our seat, gave me a little kiss and moved her head south and without a word began to suck my cock. I was captivated by the view of the sight on the bed and this brunette beauty working her magic. It felt like a dream.
Unsurprisingly Jim could hold out no longer, his ass cheeks clenched and let out a yell releasing his hot load into my wife. He held her by her hips, until every last drop had departed his balls. Charles looked down and said quietly “are you ready for me now darling?” She almost looked helpless, nodding politely, her mouth stuffed full of his cock. She was about to give herself to him too.
As soon as Jim separated from her and departed, Charles withdrew and took his place. Moving her onto her back, her thighs spread wide in anticipation. He mounted her, and they kissed passionately. Insatiable at this point, seemingly craving for more, she reached down, took hold of his cock guiding him into her. He was very gentle and only went in a little at a time. Once he had half of his shaft submerged I could see her hands pushing up on his chest, indicating to him that it was all she was comfortable with for the moment. He got the message and held still for a second, then pushed her legs further apart driving his full length into her inducing a loud gasp from my wife.
Charles was taking long powerful strokes and her nails were digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. “Oh my fucking God. Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes!” she cried, her legs wrapped around his body. He was deep in her and she was soon cumming loudly again. This was too much and I had to warn Rachel that I was about to do the same. I grabbed hold of her hair, as my cock began to pulse. I felt a wave of pleasure as she held her position gulping me down her throat. She moved back up to me, licking her lips, smiling, and blew a kiss as she drifted out of the room.
Charles was going hard on my wife, completely focussed, nuzzling into her neck, tearing at her stockings. Dominating. Her arms around his torso uniting their bodies, head angled back, eyes closed and mouth open gasping noisily as he fucked her. He looked across and looked at me as if to say “We are equal now” and upped the tempo, driving his huge cock forcefully into her. My wife was surrendering, submitting with full consent. At this moment she belonged to him. Charles was now breathing heavily, almost growling, pounding powerfully into her pussy. Squeezing hard on her thigh, his body tensed, arching his back, with a final surge she let out a cry of “yes, cum in me, cum in me”. Charles obliged, ejaculating with a low pitched roar, pumping a torrent of semen homeward. Exhausted, he rolled off allowing some air between them and lay next to her, stroking her stomach gently. She remained almost motionless, eyes closed, her body glistening, getting her breath back. Her stockings in a tangled mess at her ankles. Charles looked at her admiringly for a second and placed his lips on hers. She stirred, accepting his kiss and their tongues entwined as she ran her fingers lightly through his hair. Detaching his mouth, he said something quietly and a smile appeared across her face, then a little laugh. Opening her eyes, she looked across at me and held out her arm. I took her hand and she pulled me closer. “Hello you” she said softly. Charles was now propped up caressing her hip “Thank you darling, you are an absolute delight, I wish I could keep you all to myself but must now return you to your husband” “Your wife I believe” he quipped and turned away, lifting himself off of the bed. He wasn’t shy and as he stood I couldn’t help but notice his cock, now flaccid, it still looked 6 inches in length. He gathered up his clothes and with an “au revoir” disappeared from the room closing the door behind him.
I joined my wife on the bed. I could smell a mixture of cologne, perfume and sex. She turned to face me, hugging into my chest and we lay together in post coital reflection. Although it had not been me inside her tonight, it was nice to be reunited and alone together. “Are you ok?” I asked. Her eyes looked up at me and she whispered “Yes, lets talk later”. I heard footsteps and laughter outside and suddenly remembered where we were. My wife really needed the bathroom so I stepped out and found one a couple of doors down and borrowed a bath towel. She wrapped herself up and snuck out.
I looked around the room for her clothes which were scattered far and wide and was curious to retrace her steps. So the dress came off just inside the door, her bra and knickers a few feet nearer the bed.
On her return, whilst she had the glow of a women who had clearly been recently entertained, she had made herself a little more presentable to the public in quick time. She dressed, leaving the suspender belt and stockings behind. They had served their purpose tonight.
No one batted an eyelid when we entered the lounge. Jim and Rachel were sat on a sofa and he motioned to us to join them. He was smoking a cigar. “Well” he said with a grin “Have you both enjoyed the evening?” My wife blushed and squeezed my hand tightly. “I think the answer is a yes from both of us thank you” I replied “But its late and I think its time we called it a night”. In the end he persuaded us to have a nightcap while we waited for a taxi and were joined by our two hosts. We thanked them and said our goodbyes. Charles said the pleasure was all theirs and kissed my wife’s hand “especially you young lady”. Our car arrived and after a farewell embrace and we now were heading back to the hotel. We held hands in the backseat all the way.
I was desperate to talk to her about everything but had to wait until we were in the sanctuary of the hotel room. Still under the influence of alcohol, we both made a couple of confessions. I told her about Penny and Rachel and she was accepting but didn’t want details. She knows that I do though and was more than happy to share. I asked what Hugo had said to her on the dancefloor. It was something along the lines of that she had the ‘best tits’ of the night and he bet she was also the best kisser too and could he test the theory which led to her giving him a taster. He then suggested they find somewhere a little more private ‘to talk’ which took them to one of the bedrooms.
She said they did actually talk for a while and she found him to be the perfect gentleman. Charming and funny. There was no pressure, she felt comfortable being alone with him and if there was one person she would have slept with then it would have been him. He eventually had asked if she would like to return to the party or would she like to spend some more time in the bedroom. She knew this meant ‘Can I fuck you’. She remembered saying something like “Oh I think we could stay here for a few more minutes Hugo” and gave him a kiss. The rest is history so to speak, but it wasn’t long before she was out of her dress and on the bed sucking his cock. They had 69’nd and then fucked. She had two orgasms. She thought that was that for her first party experience but as they lay under the duvet together, Jim had poked his head into the room with a bottle of champagne. Hugo must have left the door ajar I thought to myself. “I thought you only had eyes for me” he teased, “May I join you?”. She said she looked at Hugo who was unfazed and anyway, Jim was already undressed and pouring her a glass.
He climbed in next to her in and she was now between them. Before long, the stroking and kissing started from them both and she admitted she was enjoying the attention and what would inevitably follow. Jim kicked the duvet off and led her hand towards his cock. She had masturbated and sucked the pair of them before Hugo went down on her to warm her up. She hadn’t realised that Charles was present or when exactly Rachel and I had arrived on the scene. Too occupied, too immersed.
She said the final encounter with Charles was unexpected and was in two minds until she saw his cock. “I am not sure why but just couldn’t say no. My god his dick felt so big, I can still feel it now”
Hearing her talk about it always arouses me, but on this occasion my wife was understandably too weary for any thought of marital sex and we fell into a deep sleep until late morning. We took breakfast in bed. We had taken the opportunity, had ventured into the unknown. There were no regrets.
