The Group Grope: Secret Sex Party

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.