Friend's Party Holds Big Surprise

My wife and I were invited to a friend's house for a party. It was the middle of another cold winter in Chicago. Hey, in late January after the holidays we all need a pick-me-up.

We asked if there was anything we could bring.

"Just bring yourselves. It will be a fun night, I guarantee that," Jane said a week before.

So, the next Saturday around 8 p.m., Marie and I bundled up and drove the short distance, maybe 10 minutes, across our western suburb to Jane's house.

Jane lived in a raised ranch that, frankly, had more space than our modest three-bedroom home. I was always kind of jealous. A nice layout. A good party house.

You walk in the back door, up a few steps into the kitchen. Her office and bedroom were to the left. Down the hall to the right was a bathroom, and a guest room, with a living room to the left of the guest room.

Downstairs, to the left of the door, was pretty basic. Unfinished but she had some couches, chairs and a big-screen TV which made it a nice place to hang out.

When we arrived, we noticed quite a few cars parked on the block and in her long driveway that runs the length of her property back to the garage.

"Looks like a full house. We will meet some new people," I said.

Marie agreed.

"Steve, I know Joan and Chris will be here, along with some of Jane's friends," Marie said.

We parked far down the block, hustled through the 10-degree air, partly to stay warm, partly because we looked forward to a fun night.

"Welcome! Come on in," read a sign taped to the back door.

We opened the door. Right away, I heard party noises of people laughing and talking downstairs, to our left, and upstairs, to our right.

We headed up and were warmly greeted by Jane, who took our heavy coats and placed them in her office.

Jane and Marie hugged. Jane also gave me a nice hug.

"So glad you made it. You'll have fun tonight," she said.

"Wow, what a turnout," Marie said, glancing around the room.

"Yeah, I guess folks are ready to shake the winter doldrums," Jane said with a smile.

I looked around and saw some familiar faces and some I did not recognize. There had to be 30 or 35 people in the house. There was a electric feeling in the air.

One thing I like about parties is meeting people, perhaps making new friends It looked like we would.

"There are beers in the cooler, wine in the fridge. You can enjoy mixed drinks, too," Jane said, brushing back her hair.

There were a bunch of munchies on the kitchen table.

Ah, the kitchen.

Don't know about you, but that always seems to be a popular place during a party because - of course - that's where the treats are found.

Marie poured herself a glass of red wine and I grabbed a cold beer.

We helped ourselves to two small plates of munchies - love those jalepeno poppers - and began to walk around the house seeing old friends and introducing ourselves to new people.

It was a lot of fun, a great way to break up a boring cold January Saturday night.

I saw some people I recognized from church and around our village. The polite nods were exchanged.

Terry, a casual friend from the fitness center said, "Wow, great to see you. Didn't expect to see you two at this kind of party."

I shook his hand and shrugged, not knowing what "this kind of party" meant.

Eventually, we made our way back to the kitchen - the goodies were tasty - and settled there for a while visiting with people

When we were standing along one wall of the kitchen, opposite the table, a couple walked up and introduced themselves as Susan and David.

They looked to be a few years younger - we had just hit our 50s - and said they had recently moved into town.

"How do you know Jane?" Marie asked.

"Oh, we ran into each other at Pilates, chatted after class one day. We realized we had a lot in common and have had coffee together," Susan said.

"We've been together a few times. Jane is really nice and we get along great," she said.

David nodded.

"They sure do," he said as Susan playfully pinched his arm.

"And it's nice to make new friends in a new town. That's one of the reasons we are here tonight," David said.

"I couldn't agree more," I said. "We've lived in town for a long time and it's easy to get stuck in a rut doing the same old same old."

Marie nodded.

"Well," Susan said with a smile, "the same old, same old shouldn't be a problem here tonight."

Marie smiled, took a sip of wine and began chatting with Susan while I talked about Chicago's sports teams with David.

David, was about my height, 6-foot-2, had dark hair neatly combed and was clean shaven. He looked like he worked out often.

Susan stood maybe 5-foot-6 and had long dark brown hair. She had "the nice curvy body," as one friend would say. She wore black jeans and red sweater.

Since I'm describing people...

Marie is 5-foot-2 and 130 pounds. She wore her brown hair in a short attractive style. I sometimes kid her that she should go longer again, but she says it's too much work. Oh, well, I'm a typical guy.

As for me, I am 6-foot-2 and weigh 225. Not an Olympic athlete, but not bad shape either as I work out three to four days a week at the town's fitness center.

Eventually all four of us were talking with one another about typical suburban things like home improvements, kids, vacation plans and upcoming concerts.

i noticed Susan and David were easy to talk with, like old friends, and, yes, easy on the eyes. Susan was a warm person who touches your arm when she talks. A welcome, friendly gesture.

That's when things took an interesting turn.

"It's 10 o'clock, folks, let's get this party started," Jane said in a loud voice.

"Started?" Marie mouthed to me, eyebrows raised.

Jane held up a large glass bowl that was filled with folded slips of paper.

I figured that was some kind of game - trivia, perhaps - and watched the bowl being passed around.

Each person or couple would take a slip of paper from the bowl.

I saw one woman we know, she had been a teacher at our kids' grade school, grab a piece of paper, unfold it, and smile. She was maybe 40, young with blond hair and a cute petite figure.

She and her husband - who had played high school football - then walked over to another couple, maybe 10 years older.

I recognized the man as a local store owner and his wife as the operator of a food pantry for the needy.

After some nods and laughter, they strolled into Jane's bedroom - the wives holding hands - and closed the door.

In the corner of my eye, I noticed an older couple embracing and kissing a young woman.

That's when it hit me. This wasn't a trivia game. This was a swingers party.

I looked at Marie. She was oblivious to what was unfolding, deep in a chat with Susan about remodeling plans.

She and Susan were sitting on the kitchen floor, their backs against the wall, as they chatted.

That's when the bowl was passed to David, who handed it to Susan. She reached into the bowl, pulled out a slip of paper and smiled.

Susan rose from the floor, walked over to me and whispered in my ear, "I drew your name, Steve, but I really want your wife."

I smiled at her - knowing a bit about Marie's curiosity - and whispered back, "Well, you have to ask her then."

Susan returned to where Marie was sitting, kneeled beside her and, cupping her hand, whispered into her ear.

Marie smiled, had an intriguing look on her face, and said "I've always wanted to try that."

Susan gave Marie a little kiss on the check and slowly moved her right hand to cup Marie's right breast.

I could tell Marie was nervous when she glanced around the room.

"No, not here," she said. "How about down the hall, the guest bedroom?"

Susan nodded towards David and I. The four of walked down the hall from the kitchen to the guest room, which was still empty. My heart was pounding.

Along the way, I glanced to my left and saw several people in various stages of undress as the party had, indeed, started.

Our friend Joan, her top off to display her creamy white tits, was on her knees, sucking off an older gentleman, a village trustee. His wife played with Joan's nipples.

Joan's husband Chris was kissing another woman while a man rubbed his crotch. It looked like more was in store.

We got into the guest room and closed the door.

"So, is this what you meant when you said 'the same old, same old shouldn't be a problem here tonight'?" Marie asked Susan.

Susan smiled, and wrapped her arms around Marie, puling her close.

"Lots of new tonight," Susan said as she gave Marie a long hug, her hands reaching down to grab Marie's butt cheeks.

I was delighted that Marie did not shy away.

So evidently, was Susan, who after the hug smiled and leaned in for a kiss. As their lips met, I couldn't help but feel a twinge in my dick. I glanced over at David and saw him watching closely, too.

Their lips soon parted and I saw Susan snake her tongue into Marie's mouth. Marie is not a big fan of French kissing, but at this moment, she certainly was.

They must have kissed for a good 30 seconds or so, Susan's hands again kneading Marie's cheeks in her tight blue jeans.

Susan playfully pushed Marie down to the bed. Marie nervously giggled. Then Susan leaned down and unfastened Marie's jeans and slowly lowered the zipper.

Getting no resistance from my wife, Susan tugged at Marie's jeans, pulling them down to expose light blue panties where were darkened with her wetness.

Obviously, Susan knew how to turn on a woman.

We were all in stocking feet, so Susan easily pulled off Marie's jeans and tossed them to the side.

Meanwhile, David and I enjoyed the show, bulges in each of our pants.

Susan smiled.

"Remove that sweater, young lady," she ordered.

"Must I?" Marie playfully asked and happily took off her sweater.

Susan reached up and unfastened Marie's bra, which was clasped in the center between her breasts.

She pulled it off Marie, exposing her 36B tits.

Susan smiled in appreciation. Her left hand quickly reached up and she began tweaking Marie's right nipple between her finger and thumb.

Susan rubbed gently over Marie's blue panty with her right hand, pressing slightly now and then with her thumb as she rubbed.

Her fingers soon reached up and found the waistband and she gently pulled down the blue barrier to what she coveted all night.

Susan glanced down at Marie's neatly trimmed light brown bush.

Using her pointer and ring fingers, she spread Marie's pussy open gently, allowing her middle finger access to her hard little button.

Marie sighed with delight as Susan's middle finger lightly played over her clit as her left hand was working that right nipple.

"Oh, Susan, that feels so good," Marie whispered.

"So will this," Susan whispered, leaning forward as her fingers spread my wife's pussy open for her tongue to find that clit.

"OMG," Marie moaned loudly when she did.

I could see a smile briefly on Susan's face, as she finally had what she desired all night long. Then she got down to business.

Susan used a nice slow rhythm to lick up and down, her tongue moving from Marie's sweet opening and up to her clit then back down again.

This was not Susan's first rodeo, I thought, as I rubbed my hand over my bulge.

Glancing over at David, I saw he had already pulled out his cock and was stroking.

It was the first time I saw another man jerking off. He moved his hand slowly, lingered on the head, then down to his balls. It was sexy.

Who was I to not follow suit?

I unfastened my belt, unzipped, and let my pants drop to the floor. I pulled off by briefs and my cock sprang out. I also began stroking as I watched his wife pleasure my wife.

"Ohhh, Susan," Marie moaned again as Susan skillfully licked my wife's pussy. "Mmm, that's perfect."

As Marie laid in the middle of the king sized bed, I couldn't help but notice plenty of room.

I caught David's eye and nodded toward the bed.

He smiled and removed his shirt, getting totally naked. So did I, both our cocks hard, throbbing and bobbing.

David must have read my mind as he kneeled on the bed to the left of Marie's face.

I did the same, kneeling to the right of my wife's lovely face. Feeling the bed shift with our weight, she opened her eyes saw two hard cocks pointing at her.

She smiled and turned her head to the left, taking David's purple cock head into her mouth and licking around it.

Meanwhile, she stroked mine with her right hand. After a few moments, she took David's cock out of her mouth and turned to her right.

"Sharing is good," she whispered as she took my cock into her mouth. Ah, i loved the familiar mouth that had sucked me off so often over the years.

She then brought our cocks together in front of her mouth, tip to tip. It was incredibly sexy feeling his spongy cock head on mine. A wave of desire swept over me.

She then licked the undersides of our cocks, back and forth, teasing our cum holes and driving us to new heights of ecstasy..

Marie did that a few minutes and then said "one at a time."

David watched with wide eyes, stroking his cock, as my wife sucked her husband's seveninches. He was about sixinches and bit wider than me.

Marie alternated between our two hard cocks, spending about two or three minutes on each before trading.

All the while, Susan was expertly licking her pussy.

I saw Susan reach down with her right hand - she had stripped after Marie got naked - and was playing with her own pussy.

Susan took her left hand off Marie's tits, slid it into Marie's pussy to get it wet, and then began playing with Marie's asshole.

Usually a rare visit for me, Marie had no qualms about Susan fingering her tight hole, moaning her appreciation for the double stimulation as Susan kept licking her pussy.

Susan slid one finger in that tight ass and wiggled it as Marie groaned deeply.

I could hear moans and groans of lovemaking echo throughout the house as the party had definitely become XXX-rated.

I wondered who was with whom.

Maybe some guys were trying their first cock or sucking a familiar one?

Perhaps women eating a pussy for the first time? Maybe in a 69?

Perhaps a husband and wife swapping with another couple?

Old with young. Black with white. The town banker or minister with clients or church members, all letting their animal desires control them.

I thought, "what are our friends Chris and Joan doing now?"

It was a turn on, no doubt, thinking about what fun they could be enjoying in the living room.

Meanwhile, Susan's tongue kept working its magic.

Marie kept moving from cock to cock as Susan began sucking on Marie's clit, taking it between her lips.

"That'll do it," I thought and smiled, knowing how that always sets her off big time.

Knowing my wife was getting close gave me that delicious pre-cum feeling, one of the best.

"The just before" is what Marie calls it. Knowing you'd be cumming soon and not wanting that glorious feeling to end.

Looking at David, his eyes closed, I could tell he was close, too.

"Mmmmm," Marie moaned loudly,

"I'm fucking cumming," she exclaimed as she pulled David out of her mouth.

"Mmm hmm" Susan moaned as she sucked harder on Marie's clit.

Marie writhed on the bed in the midst of her mind-blowing orgasm, bucking her pussy on Susan's face. Susan's face was drenched.

Sexy? You bet.

That set me off and I began spurting. Marie turned her head to catch most of my jizz. The rest fell on her neck and tits. David watched, his eyes wide open.

"Hold on, hold on," I told him

After I came, I told Marie to "take care of David."

Susan added: "Finish my husband, you cum slut."

She did, turning to her left and wrapping her warm wet mouth around his throbbing cock, just in time to catch the jizz that began spurting.

"Mmm, mmm" she moaned. So did David.

I smiled, knowing how much she loves cum and how Marie closely guards her sexual history.

I often wonder how many cocks she has sucked as she is careful to never say much about her past.

She has told me about two men prior to me, but I'm not sure. There must be more, I think. Maybe a few pussies?

Then again, this could be the first cock she's sucked that's not mine in years, I thought as i watched her gulp down David's semen with her eyes closed.

After Marie came in Susan's mouth, she pushed Susan away, as she usually does to me, because her pussy and clit are too senstive.

Susan sat in a char, playing with her pussy as she watched a new woman, a total stranger, gulp down her husband's cum.

Susan soon starting moaning, turned on by the scene in front of her, and had her own orgasm on her fingers as her other hand tweaked her hard nipples.

David pulled his softening cock out of my wife's mouth, and she began to lick any extra cum off his shaft.

I reached down and caressed her face, running my fingers through her hair, as she tended to him.

I dipped one finger into the pool of cum on her neck and licked it clean, savoring the taste of my jizz.

I glanced around the room and smiled, thinking what a party this had become.

"So, I'm guessing you two were were surprised?" Susan said, breaking the quiet.

"Um, yeah, you can say that," Marie said and we all laughed. "We had no idea Jane was a swinger. She kept that secret."

Susan laughed.

"Well, I found that out a few weeks ago when after Pilates she invited me and a couple other women here for wine and snacks. Turned out the snacks she wanted were us. There were four of us. We all ate pussy at the same time in the loving room. It was so fucking hot," Susan said.

"That night I told David about it. We fucked hard, and he said we should do some swinging," Susan said. "We had talked about it for years in foreplay."

"You, too?" I asked. "We've been doing the same for years. It was always a good turn-on for both of us."

"And now you've had the real thing," David said. "What did you think?"

"Well," I said, "I think we've only started tonight. There's a lot of party left. I'm thisty. Anybody else?"

I started to pull on my clothes and then thought "wait a minute, I'd be the only one dressed."

So, I opened the guest room door and shut it behind me.

As I walked down the hall, I noticed all kinds of naked people having fun.

I saw Joan on the floor lying on her back, her legs up on the chest of the village trustee as he fucked her while his wife sat on Joan's face.

Joan's husband Chris? He was busy sucking off one of the elders from their church, the man who was earlier rubbing Chris' crotch. The man's wife was sucking on Chris' large cock.

Chris must give good head, as the elder had a smile on his face when he murmured "good, so, good, don't stop."

And what of out naughty hostess Jane?

Jane was laying atop the kitchen table. She had replaced the munchies. and was on the menu.

The female director of her church choir - a stately, proper looking woman in her 70s, the kind who's presence demands respect - was slowly licking Jane's pussy. I saw her pink tongue delicately lick the pussy lips and find the clit.

Jane's head hung backwards off the table, her gray hair falling back, perfect for the upside down sucking of a young man's hard cock. He looked about 30 years old with eight inches to work with.

The angle allowed her to deep throat his cock, both of them groaning in pleasure as he fucked Jane's throat.

An older man stood to the left. Jane's left hand was slowly stroking his shorter but fat cock, her fingers dancing over the head. He stood smiling. He had white hair on his head and around his cock's base..

Jane's right hand held a tiny bullet vibe that was whirring as she used on on the clit of an older woman, perhaps his wife, standing beside Jane's other side. She zeroed the vibe in on clit as the woman sighed deeply.