The Swingers Group Pt. 03

The Swingers' Group, Pt.3: The Pleasure Table Again

I've mentioned the so-called "pleasure table" at the group we used to go to. I got involved with it a second time, again at the insistence of Julie, our hostess. She rounded up some of the men and had a little group discussion with us.

"Now, Alice is over on the pleasure table."

We glanced over, to see a mid-thirties brunette with a very fine figure lying on the table. She was essentially naked, but unusually a small towel was covering her pubic area.

"The thing is," Julie went on, "Alice has a thing about being ejaculated on. She's told me that her husband, and some previous boyfriends, have been happy to do it for her. Mostly, they just come over her tits and that's it. Nice enough as far as it goes, but she would like something more. She would like a group of men to do it for her, and I wondered if you gentlemen would be up for it."

I glanced around at the others. We were all nodding our heads, and looking at each other for confirmation. One of the guys didn't like the idea, and withdrew politely, leaving five of us.

"I think Bill ducked out too soon," said Julie. "We've thought of a little twist on this which I think would make it more fun for the men. Obviously, it involves all of you having a hand job, but to make it more interesting I'm going to invite some women to do the job for you. Usual rules: not your partner, and only coming somewhere safe. That's why Alice has the towel over what some of you may think is the most interesting bit. We don't want any risk of body fluids going where they shouldn't. So, belly, tits, and anywhere Alice specifically asks for it."

"Do we get to choose who does our hand job?" asked one of them men, and we all chuckled at that, including Julie.

"Oh come on, where's your sense of adventure?"

A few minutes later, five men stood around Alice at the pleasure table, all naked and all sporting half-erections. Julie rounded up five women to help us out, and we all said hello to Alice, which was comically formal when you think about it. My wife Mary was standing next to the man opposite me, and gave me a wink. Next to me was an older woman, who introduced herself as Maureen. Her husband was busy elsewhere, apparently.

"I must say this is a first for me," said Maureen. "I mean, I've given hand jobs before, but never in a group, and never targeted at another woman!"

Julie hung around just long enough to make sure that we all had a partner in crime, and then went off with a wave.

"Well," said Maureen, "I don't know about the rest of you but I'm feeling a bit warm."

She slipped off her bathrobe and stood naked next to me. The other women followed suit. Those half-erections perked up a bit. We really did have some gorgeous women in that group!

Alice looked around with interest, maybe seeing what she was about to be supplied with. She was already looking flushed, and her hands couldn't keep still. They moved up towards her breasts as if she could hardly keep a hands off herself. Indeed, she did stroke her nipples a few times, and then one of the hands strayed down her body and slipped under the edge of the towel, where it appeared to be moving very slowly but rhythmically. It was clear how she was going to get her satisfaction. The men moved in close, and proceedings began.

"How do you like it?" asked Maureen. "Do you prefer it slow, or fast?"

"Slow as you like," I replied, and a thrill went through me as I felt her hand cupping my balls. She fondled them for a minute, and then moved up to my shaft, running a finger up and down it. Well, I had said she could take it slowly!

I noticed one or two of the women opposite were jerking their men off very fast, something which I've never enjoyed very much. Half the pleasure of sex, it seems to me, is in the anticipation and the building up to a great climax. If you don't savour that, you miss half the pleasure, and the climax usually isn't as good anyway.

There were some helpful accessories on a side table. Maureen paused for a minute and reached for a tube of lube. Then she spread some of this up my cock, and continued just to stroke it with one finger. I have to say this was incredibly pleasurable, and my cock soon responded by stiffening further, a drop of pre-come appearing in the end. As Maureen continued stroking, the drop grew bigger and fell onto Alice's stomach. She breathed a deep sigh at this, and smiled up at me.

"That's just for starters," muttered Maureen. "He's going to give you a lot more than that if I have anything to do with it."

"Yes please," said Alice.

Then one of the guys opposite began to pant very loudly and rhythmically. He staggered a bit and bumped into the table. Then with a cry he shot his first spurt of come over Alice's breast, closely followed by several more. She laughed with glee, but suddenly the laughed changed to a gasp of pleasure. She threw her head back and cried out several times, her hand under the towel moving faster than ever. There were one or two muffled cheers from those around, but the sight of her in the throes of orgasm was too much for another couple of the men. They also leaned forward, and started shooting their loads over her body. One shot over her navel in the area around it, and the second over her breasts and upper arm. He produced an impressive amount, and it began to trickle down under gravity. Alice's hand got busy under the towel again, and she moaned and sighed, looking down at the dribbles of come.

There were only two of us left now: me with Maureen and Mary still with one of the men opposite. Maureen was still working slowly at me, but the hugely sexy sight in front of me had nearly got me there. I glanced over at Mary, and saw that she was working the man next to her in a similar slow, gentle way. He too was dribbling pre-come, a string of it hanging down to Alice's hip. Alice was panting as if she was about to come again. I let out an involuntary gasp, as I could feel myself nearing take-off. Maureen responded by pausing, and then resuming stroking even more slowly and tantalisingly. Then to my surprise I felt her other hand, gloved and well lubricated, between my buttocks. She paused her ministrations to my cock again, and began to rim my anus gently. Before I knew it her fingers had slipped inside, and she was making slow circular movements on my prostate! I had never had this done before, but it was quite extraordinarily pleasurable, especially when she restarted her stroking of my cock. I felt a moment of embarrassment, but when I glanced at Mary she smiled and gave me a thumbs-up with her free hand. What a woman!

Alice was about to come again, to judge by the panting and moaning that was going on. The man that Mary was working on was there too. She took his cock firmly in hand, and, still stroking, pointed it at Alice's very fine cleavage. With a groan he shook and shuddered. Mary put her free arm around him to steady him, and directed a copious series of ejaculations down the centre of Alice's body, trying to cover anywhere that hadn't been included so far. Alice moaned loudly, and launched into another orgasm, even more energetic than the first. The sight of a woman in orgasm is the sexiest thing I know, and I could hold it no longer. I cried out as Maureen finally brought me over the edge, and my first spurt went over Alice's nipple. Like Mary, Maureen made sure to direct my come over any area that hadn't yet had the benefit! As Alice came down from her orgasm she carried on moaning, and used both hands to spread five men's come all over the front of her body.

"God, that's lovely," she said. "I've always felt I could bath in the stuff, and this is probably the nearest I'll ever get."

A man of about 40 came up to the table and grinned down at her. Apparently, this was her husband.

"Hello love," he said. "Well, all of these guys have been helping you out, I see. I should think that's a dream come true for you."

She looked up at him, her hands sticky and globs of come all over her belly and breasts.

"Something like that," she said. "You know this is a fetish of mine. I love it when you do it, but you must admit that you can't produce this much."

"If only," he said. "Well, looks like you had a great time. It also looks like you need a shower!"