We were driving along the road listed in the address we had been given, looking for the right number. It was dark, and the houses were mostly set back a few yards from the road, which was lined with hedges and trees. It was 1984, and I was driving our old Granada, trying to read the numbers. We realised we had missed the number we wanted, and had to turn around. Then we saw a small number disk by an open gate between two houses, and realised the house we wanted was set back behind the others. We drove up the narrow lane, which opened out into a wide driveway that seemed to go on for ages, then we turned a corner and Ang and I both looked at each other in shock. This was no house, it was a ruddy mansion. There were several cars in the driveway, all looking quite posh, even a big thing that might have been a Rolls. We got out of the car, and Ang adjusted her dress. The invitation had been quite clear that this was for formal dinner, and she was wearing a long black number with a low neckline, white pearls (fake), and a black ribbon in her red hair. I was in my black dinner suit and bowtie, and took her arm as we walked to the door, which opened before we could even find the bell. The invitation had come via a couple we had met on holiday. They had introduced us to wife swapping, but we hadn't seen them for several months, and had not been with anyone else. Then we got this note out of the blue, with a fancy invitation card included. We knew this wasn't their address, so guessed there would be others there. It seemed we were the last to arrive. The door had been opened by a pretty young girl (19?) in a maid's uniform. Very proper, not at all tarty. She led us into a lounge to meet our friends, Paul and Jill, who introduced us to our hosts, Sir K and Lady G. We were a little taken aback; this was NOT our usual social scene and Ang was clearly a little shy in such company. Sir K was a fit-looking fifty-something, greying hair but looking hard as nails. Ex-miliary perhaps. When I first saw Lady G, I was knocked backwards. Red hair like Angie, though darker, I would guess fifty one or two, but great looking and with an amazing figure. She was wearing a red dress with a low neckline, and a large ruby pendant lying in her very ample cleavage. Red hair and red clothes is unusual, but she made it work. We made some small talk, but it was only a couple of minutes before a bell rang, and we were told that dinner was served. Our hosts led us into a huge dining room, with a large circular table gorgeously decorated. There were two maids in attendance, looking very pretty. I was giving them a good look, but Paul leaned over to me and whispered "Sorry chum, the maids are off limits, but dont worry." We were all seated next to our ladies, with Angie on my right and Manan on my left. In addition to the others already mentioned, there were three other couples with us. Pierre and Manan were a good looking French (or perhaps Swiss) couple, early forties. She was quite petite, brunnette and very pretty. He looked like a James Bond actor and had a huge expensive watch and a diamond tie-pin. They both spoke perfect English, with very little accent. David and Maud were a little younger. He was an English banker with a posh voice, while she was a pear-shaped lovely with honey coloured hair and a smile that lit up the room. She laughed at everything, and was clearly very excited, but not at all stupid. None of them were. Finally, there were Toby and Zoe. They were both black, and I mean it literally. Their skin was deep ebony black, and they had the strong features of the full-blooded African. I could see that Ang liked the look of both of them, and Zoe held my attention like a magnet. Both were tall and lithe looking, and her off-white dress made a strong contrast with her skin, a good deal of which was on display. Dinner began, and the maids brought soup, followed by an excellent beef platter, then a course of cheese. Surprisingly to us, the talk was entirely confined to everyday chatter about the politics of the day, recent television we'd seen, theatre and opera (we had to bluff our way there), and even a light argument on some religious theological point which went right over my head. It soon became clear that everyone else had been to these parties before, and we were being given a lot of extra attention. Then it happened. Sir K stood up in his seat, and annouced that it was time for dessert. At this, the doors opened and in came the maids again, but the uniforms were gone and the girls (three of them now) were totally naked except for their shoes and little hats. They brought trays to the table, containing dishes of cream, yogourt, jams, fruit puree and custard. Sir K waved thanked them and they stood away from the table. Sir K then said "Ladies, if you would be so kind". Each of the women at the table (Angie copying the others), slid her chair back a little, and lowered the front of her dress to expose one or both breasts. None of them had worn a bra, and they had clearly chosen their clothing with this in mind. Angie was barely a second behind the others, with a huge grin on her face. She has nice tits, good handful but not too big, and enjoys showing them off. Then each of the girls took a spoonful of whatever they fancied, and dropped or spread a dollop of it on their naked flesh. Lady G then said, "Gentlemen, enjoy your dessert". Each of the guys then began to lick the stuff up, first from their own lady, then turning to the girl on the other side. I was seated between Angie and Maud. When I finished with Angie and turned to Maud's tit, I hesitated and she burst out laughing. She grabbed my head and pushed my mouth onto the lovely jam and cream covering her prominent nipple, and made me lick her very clean. Ang behind me was moaning with it (Pierre was at her), but then she loves titty play and can cum from that alone. I looked across to see Sir K enjoying a feed from the lovely Zoe, while Lady G was looking absolutely splendid. I was hoping we would go around the table and I could suck her lovely melons, but it was not to be. The maids stepped up with warm towels and the ladies all cleaned themselves up as best they could, though of course some clothes were a little soiled and stained. Sir K stood again "Thank you ladies, wonderful as always". Then he turned to us. "As you know we have two new members here tonight, so we shall welcome them in the traditional manner. Bring out the keys." One of the maids came forward with a porcelain bowl. Sir K reached in and presented Angie with a large key on a white wooden keyring. Then he gave me a key with a black tab on it. "If you would care to go upstairs, the maids will show you to your rooms." One girl took Ang by the hand, and another took me. We were led up a grand staircase and along a hall. Angie was told to use her key in the first door, while I was taken to the far end of the corridor and shown my own room. It was decorated with a lot of Japanese lacquer work (black wood), and contained a large four-poster bed. The maid told me to wait for five minutes, and not to get undressed. A few minutes later, the door opened, and there stood both Jill and Manon. They stepped into the room and turned the key. "Two of you?" I asked? "Yes" said Manan. "We like to make newcomers extra welcome. And we won you in the draw." Apparantly they used keys and matching colour tabs in a jar to draw lots for partners, but newcomers got a special draw. Jill and I had fucked before, as I said at the start of this story, but this time was VERY different. The two ladies stepped out of their dresses and revealed that there were no panties to worry about. Nobody shaved in those days of course, and both girls showed a good crop of pubes. They soon got me out of my suit and shirt, and Jill was all over my rock-hard cock. I had never been so turned on in my life. My only regret was that Lady G wasn't one of them; those tits of hers were just flashing in my imagination. Manan leaned over me and let me lick at her boobs. There was still some taste of yogourt on them, and while small (like most French titties) they were well shaped and very enjoyable in the mouth. Jill was now sucking fairly frantically at me, and I was having a hard time holding back, so I asked her to back off and let me cool. The two women used the interval to kiss and peck at each other, and to finger one another's bodies, so I had to think really hard about fixing oil leaks on Fiats to get my little friend back under control. Then we all fell into gentle cuddling, fingering and sucking with no sense of urgency. They said we had lots of time, and we spun it out. Manan got fed up with that first, and sat herself on my cock while I was kissing Jill. Manan was pretty tight around me, and it all went very well for a few minutes, then she came and that sent me over the edge. I came a bucket right up inside her. This was before AIDS scares, and the girls were all fixed or on the pill, so condoms were never thought of. Manan then set to work with her tongue to get me hard again (not too difficult in my mid-twenties - those were the days), and Jill told me to give her the old missionary treatment, which we both enjoy. Manan was licking at my bum hole while I rammed Jill hard into the pillows, making it last as long as you can with a second cumming. Then Manan felt my balls and put a finger in my bum as she kissed me on the mouth. Jill was licking Manan's tit and I gave a huge heave and blew my second load right up Jill's love hole. After that we all just crashed out, and I think we all slept a little. A while later, I was woken by the girls getting up. A maid was at the door, back in her uniform again (shame). Jill whispered to me that Sir K hired the girls from a local college. They were nudists anyway, but he didn't want a scandal so they were well paid and strictly "off limits" to the guests. Jill told me not to dress, so we all slipped on kimonos and slippers that were provided, and went back downstairs. Everyone was gathered (I was last again), and all the ladies had that "well shagged" look about them. There was quite a bit of lipstick in all the wrong places, and most people were not being too careful to keep their kimonos tightly closed. I got another look at Lady G, and indeed at Zoe who didn't cover anything at all. She looked amazing. Coffee was served, and everyone chatted. Angie sidled up to me and asked how I got on, and who had come to me. Then she told me that Pierre and Sir K had teamed up for her. She was quite impressed by both of them, very gentle but vigorous, but said she was disappointed she didn't get Toby. Looking over at him, I could clearly see why. Must have been 9" even when not hard. The hour was well after midnight, and we gradually sorted ourselves out. We got dressed upstairs, looking very worse for wear, and headed back to the hallway. Lady G was kissing everyone very enthusiatically, and I grabbed a feel of her tit while kissing her. She didn't bat an eyelid. God I wanted to fuck that woman so badly, but I didn't get the chance. We drove off into the early hours, and got home about 4am. Straight to bed, where we fucked like rabbits until dawn, when I finally slept, dreaming of lying on Lady G's belly with her tit in my mouth and my cock in her cunt.