Although Alan was now effectively single, he continued to see us, about every two weeks and almost exclusively, for sex. He was seeing other women, but had no intention of forming a stable relationship. “Besides,” He said. “I am always comparing them to Alex. Nobody comes close, I would rather have a part of Alex than all of someone who does not match up.” He did however, tell us about his experiences with some of his ‘conquests’, as foreplay to our threesomes. Which is pretty much how we got into swinging in the first place. He sold the marital home and bought a city centre apartment ‘off plan’. When at last he moved in, he held a house-warming party and of course, we were invited. Some of the other guests we had met before; Didi and Kris, Clare and her husband Mike and Peter the Prong, all from ‘Vicky’s’. Didi cornered me and told me that ‘Vicky’s’ had gone downhill, at least the ‘club’ part. Numbers had dwindled. Alex and I had only been once as a couple, Didi had said that they were unlikely to remain members. The only couples now were Joanna, Corrinne and their respective partners. Assorted males came and went, numbers were made up with working girls, sometimes as many as four. She went on that she was trying to put together a private group, for the purpose of mutual satisfaction. Would we be interested? Alan was interested. Also involved were Clare and Mike, and ‘Peter the prong.’ I did some quick mental arithmetic, five men, three women. A bit uneven I thought. Didi said that this was just for openers, we should meet and discuss a ‘constitution’. It was very late when the party wound up. Not a problem for us though, Alan had invited us to stay over. The plan had been to have a threesome in his bed instead of ours. But it was late, we were all tired and slightly the worse for drink, so we agreed to save it until the next day. We went to the spare room and Alan went to his. I awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower running. It was ten-thirty. I had my usual towering ‘morning glory’. Normally Alex would have demolished it, but she was in the shower. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a few loving strokes, but then thought better of it, it would be a waste. The three of us went down to the café on the ground floor of the apartment block for brunch. Over coffee, we discussed Didi’s proposal. Alan was in favour. I did not want to declare either way until I knew how Alex felt. I was not sure that she would want to make herself available to ‘strangers’. How wrong I was. She was keen. Didi’s plan was for a regular meeting of members for what could be group sex in front of all present, in effect orgies, or serial partner swapping. In addition, the group would provide a pool of partners for threesomes, foursomes, of whatever ‘-somes’ members wanted to arrange in their own homes. Alex’ only concern was that there were practices that she might not want to indulge in and that she would be seen as a ‘party-pooper’. Clearly extreme practices would require consent, but there were two things which are regarded as normal that she did not do. “I hadn’t noticed.” Remarked Alan. “What is it that you don’t do?” Alex looked around to see who was in earshot. She leaned forward and whispered; “Facials. I don’t like to get cum in my eyes, it stings.” “Keep your glasses on.” Alan replied. I have already said that Alex wears glasses. She wears them all the time except in bed and in the shower. She has no vanity about it, she refuses to wear those slitty square things that are the fashion, she wears large, heavy rimmed ‘schoolmarm’ specs. Which I find incredibly sexy. They would protect her eyes. Semen goggles! She grinned and nodded. “What’s the second thing?” Alan enquired. Alex looked at me, implying that I should answer. My turn to check for eaves droppers. “Anal.” I mouthed silently. “I had wondered about that. Is it a ‘sensitive area’?” “It’s a restricted area. Husband only.” Replied Alex. “That’s something only you can decide then.” Said Alan. He called the waitress over and paid the bill. “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?” He asked. It was raining hard, so outdoor activities seemed unwise. “Let’s go and break some taboos.” Said Alex. Minutes later we were on Alan’s bed, naked and ready for action. Alex on her back in the middle with a mouth on each tit. Alan and I each had a leg over one of Alex’, spreading her for our access. I held open her cunt while Alan brought her off with his fingers. I then moved to mount her, but she stopped me. “Not yet,” She said. “I want you both to come in my face first.” She put on her glasses and sat on the edge of the bed. We stood before her and wanked. Alan was the first to come, he warned her to be ready and with a gasp, released five or six long spurts of thick white spunk into her face. Alex opened her mouth and caught some in her mouth, quickly gulping it down, then turned to receive my contribution. Jet after jet leapt from my tip to join Alan’s generous offering. Her lovely face was covered. The both lenses of her specs were obscured and rivulets of cum slid down her face to drip onto her heaving tits. I fetched a flannel to clean the mess from Alex’ face, then we fondled and kissed while the men recovered. Alan went down and used his mouth on Alex, bringing her to another orgasm. He carried on licking and kissing in her genital area, avoiding her clit, teasing her with oral caresses. Alex took my cock into her mouth and sucked gently, quickly bringing me back to ‘red alert’, ready to deliver my package wherever she wanted it. She preferred to suck, but stopped short of bringing me off. To complete the triangle. I squirmed round and took Alan’s boner into my mouth and gave him the treatment. After several blissful minutes of this, Alan pushed me away, took his mouth from Alex’ slit and went to mount her, but again, Alex had other plans. She instructed me to lie on my back and straddled my hips, guiding my prong into her very wet cunt. She rode me gently for a while, then held still and invited Alan to penetrate her anus. I felt a tinge of sadness. Our exclusive act, our remaining intimacy was to be surrendered. But after all that we had shared, I was glad that it was Alan who would take this last virginity, if we went ahead and joined Didi’s swinging club, I suspected that a small army of other men would be keen to follow. At least I would be a part of her final defloration, embedded deep inside her other hole I would be able to feel Alan as he pushed in, feel his strokes against my own straining organ, perhaps even feel it when he shot his spunk into her. Alan found some lubricant and used it to grease both his cock and Alex’ inviting arsehole before placing his tip against the tight hole. “Gently.” Said Alex. He was. Gentle but firm. His knob popped inside easily. He moved slowly and gently, gaining depth with every stroke. I could feel every stroke, an astonishing sensation as he became bolder, eventually burying his entire length up her arse. I could feel his hardness against my own, the underside ridge of his prick chafing mine through the thin dividing wall, his balls battering mine as, effectively, he fucked us both. Alex was yelling with pain/pleasure, experiencing something that no man ever can. It was enthralling for me, it must have been mind-blowing for her. Alan was on his short strokes. I swear that I could feel it as he came, grunting with every volley. It tipped me over the edge and I blasted her other hole with generous spurts of my own spunk. Alex too, lost control completely, screaming as a tsunami of an orgasm racked every fibre. Alan withdrew and I rolled Alex onto her side so that I could vacate her cunt. She just lay there, whimpering and convulsing. For so long that I became worried. “Are you okay?” I asked. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her exquisite body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Spunk welled from both of her plundered fuck-holes. “Alright?” She replied. “I’m fucking marvellous!” I thought that we were done. How could we follow that? Alex stayed in that debauched sprawl, everything on view. No secrets now, we had had the lot. She had never looked more fuckable. I felt my cock begin to stiffen again. I glanced at Alan’s. His too was showing renewed interest. Our re-arousal did not escape Alex’ attention. “If you think that I can take any more, you are going to be disappointed.” She said. “If you have anything left, I suggest that you come in each other’s faces, just so that you know how it feels.” It seemed only fair. Didi had organised everything. We met at ‘Didi’s Dance Studio’. Didi and Kris welcomed us with drinks and introduced those who had not met, three more couples and two very attractive young women, members of the dance school, we were informed, and ‘like minded.’ We were given a tour of the premises. Didi's was quite a smart setup. A two story building that had been a machine shop at one time. The dance floor occupied the entire top floor. The ground floor comprised of an impressive reception area, two offices, two lounges, a massage room, changing rooms/showers/toilets and a kitchen. Didi was very much in charge. She had checked the lease, nothing in it disallowed parties. Peter the Prong turned out to be a lawyer; he said that he could see no legal problems. The major obstacle was health and safety. No, we would not have to wear hard hats and safety glasses, but sexually transmitted infections were a problem. If we all agreed however, to use protection if we played away from home, any in-house activities should be safe. We should all have check-ups immediately and every month from then on. “Admission by certificate of sexual health.” Someone quipped. The first meeting was for arranged a month later. After welcome drinks and introductions, there were eight men and eight women, the men were asked to draw lots ‘a la Vicky’s’, with golf balls. We were not told why. We were then asked to undress, men to be naked, women either naked or just in fuck-wear. When we were all ready for the games to begin, Didi asked us to enter the dance room without speaking and to make ourselves comfortable for ‘the show’. The man who had drawn number one would be the first to perform; it would be obvious what was required of him once we were upstairs. In the centre of the upstairs room was a large black and white ‘X’. A human ‘X’. A woman was suspended from ceiling ropes fastened to black wrist cuffs. Her legs were held apart by a ‘spreader bar’. Her weight was taken by her legs, but only just, she really was stretched. She wore thigh length back PVC boots with very high heels. They were held up by suspenders running from a black cupless basque, also PVC. Her stretched arms lifted her fine tits so that any droop was not evident. She was blindfolded, again black PVC. Right at the centre of the ‘X’ was a small inverted triangle of black pubic hair, trimmed to form an arrowhead, pointing straight at her treasure. The outer lips of which were slightly open, caused by the spread of her legs. Her other lips were made up with black lipstick. A study in black and white. The only colour was her stiff dark pink nipples. Number one moved towards her, wanking his cock up to full strength. The woman tilted her head to one side, listening for movement. The man moved behind her. She turned her head from side to side, sensing rather than hearing him. She jerked when he touched her, out of my vision, but presumably on her buttocks. He placed his head alongside hers and said something into her ear, she turned her head to him to be kissed. He broke the kiss, bent at the knees and pushed his erect cock between her legs, then straightened up so that the shaft of his cock pressed against the length of her slit. His knob peeped out as though it was growing from her sparse black bush. He pulled back slowly, so that his knob rubbed against her gash. When his tip reached her entrance, he pushed up and forward so that he entered her. She gave a little cry as he stretched her. Still he pushed in until only his balls were visible, again looking like they grew from her junction. She moaned slightly, her sheath now stretched to accommodate his girth. He pulled out slightly, then thrust back in causing her to cry out again. Then his fucking became relentless, he rammed her hard and fast, she squealed and gasped as he pummelled her. Then he gave a little cry of release and held himself deep inside as his cum flooded her. He pulled out immediately and walked back to the group. As number two moved towards her, a trickle of spunk escaped to run slowly down her leg. Number two faced her and placed an arm around her, pulling her to him. He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The woman moaned. He repeated the treatment with the other tit, then knelt and kissed her bush as he unfastened the anklets of the spreader. He placed his arms between her legs, reaching up to cup her arse cheeks, then stood, lifting her with the bend of his arms behind her knees. He then lowered her onto his erection, feeling for her entrance with his tip, finding it and pushing his length into the spunk-wet hole. She wrapped her legs around his waist, freeing his hands to cup her tits as he fucked her. Another man left the group. It looked like he was wanking gently, but in fact he was smearing lubricant onto his prick. He moved behind her and guided his cock into her arse, she howled as he gained entry. Now the two of them fucked her, hard and fast as had number one, they sawed at her body as if they had rehearsed the act. The cock in her cunt came first, I could see his arse cheeks clench as he spat his load into her. When he had finished, he stayed inside and held the woman until her arse-fucker reached his climax. They gently lowered her until she could support her own weight on her legs, but her knees buckled and she hung from the wrist restraints. Now the trickle of spent spunk was a flood as it ran from her holes onto the floor. She was allowed no rest. Stud number four moved in quickly and repeated the method number two had used, lifting the woman’s legs around his waist as soon as his cock was buried inside her dripping cunt. The woman alongside me, who had been fondling my cock since the show began, spoke; “Aren’t you number five?” I nodded. “Give it to her up the arse.” She urged. I did as I was told. I had no lubricant, but none was needed, she was juicy with the lube from her previous sodomisation, plus the large helping of semen pumped into her arse by number three. I was ball-deep in a single thrust. It was easy to find the sawing rhythm needed to double fuck-her, anything else would have meant slipping out of her. And in spite of her wetness and my being conscious that this was my first ever public fuck, I came very quickly and it was my turn to hold the victim in position until number four caught up and added his own contribution to the spunk-cocktail already inside her cunt. Number six fucked her from behind. A solo performance. He was able to bend her forwards now that she could straighten her legs slightly and we were treated to the spectacle of her luscious tits bouncing in time to his vigorous thrusts until he came. Number seven had her from in front, legs wrapped around him. After he had finished, the woman was left hanging by the wrists. Spunk now flowed freely from both holes, pooling on the floor beneath her. Two of the other women went to her and supported her while she removed her wrists from the ‘restraints’. They were simply loops that her hands had been pushed through. She had gripped the points where the loops were formed for the entire performance, but she could have released herself at any time. The anklets also, were just Velcro. Not really bondage at all. All an illusion! ‘Madame X’ was being escorted, rather unsteadily, to the bathroom by her two rescuers. I realised that there were eight men present, but only seven had taken part in the gang bang. Wendy, my cock-fondler, read my mind. Don, the partner of ‘Madame X’, had declined to join in, she explained. “Alex is now getting the benefit.” She went on. “The rest of us girls will have to make do with seconds.” Sure enough, Alex was kneeling on a sofa, holding onto the back while Don fucked her enthusiastically from behind. I gave Wendy seconds there and then. The adventure continues. The ripples started by our first tentative dip into the swinging pool continue to spread like ever increasing circles. Membership of Didi’s club changes all the time. Not quickly, but fairly steadily. It had been decided that a maximum of twenty-four would be the upper limit, and it was usually about that, people joined and left for various reasons, so there was always ‘new meat’ available. Ideas for group sessions seem inexhaustible, some more successful than others. Alex is no longer mine, she is anybody’s, and she loves it. We still fuck, but the intimacy has gone. Our most exciting sex is with others or in groups. What was fantasy is now real. She has become an exhibitionist, she is always popular because she is game for anything. A typical event was when she decided that she wanted three men at the same time. Not me. Three others. She invited them to our own home to fuck her while I watched. And did they fuck her! Singly, in pairs and all three together, mouth cunt and arse all together. I have no idea how many loads of spunk were fired in her or on her, none of it mine. It was a spectacle, I was a spectator. I wanked myself to climax four of five times, but her body belonged to them. Or rather theirs belonged to her. She drained them all. This event, and others witnessed at group sessions, like one woman having twelve men wank onto her; a cum shower, led Alex to wonder just how many times she could be fucked in one session. It had to be a group session, Didi made the rules. A fuck was defined as penetrative sex to ejaculation. No dry runs. Alex amended this to be ‘cunt only’, but various positions were allowed. I was involved. In fact I was invited to open the batting; to fuck her first. After that there would be no running order, if a man felt that he was able come inside her, he was welcome. The men were on their honour to declare if they could not squirt. Seconds, thirds even, were not only allowed, but required, until Alex called a halt. There would be breaks to allow spunk to be mopped up, but other than that it would be non-stop. Didi would keep score. Alex managed twenty-two before she declared herself unable to continue, but she did say later that she considered the event to be practice for next time, or until another woman broke her record!