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First Published: 16 January 2015

Impromptu Party
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, shared wife, Swingers, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

Johnny and I were having a quiet drink at our local pub; the only unusual thing from any other Friday night was that there was no one from Johnny's rugby team drinking with us. Johnny's phone rang at nine o'clock almost making us jump out of our skins as his loud ring tone bellowed out in the silent bar.

Johnny had a quick conversation, he kept saying no, kept saying that he was out with me, he said that we were in the local pub and it was totally empty. They were trying to get Johnny to go with them to an impromptu party at Pete Smith's, the team captain's house. Johnny kept saying no, he didn't want to leave me on my own on a Friday night. Suddenly the pub's doors burst open and three of Johnny's team rushed in, they'd had good news as well as a bit of good fortune, two of the lads had been over to France and picked up a van full of beer and they had just received a judgement in an appealed game from the Sunday before and it meant that Johnny's team would be promoted a division the next season.

Johnny was still saying no but then one of his mates started to work on me, they put a lot of pressure on me as well as Johnny and in the end I was the one to say that I thought we should go to the party, just to stop all fifteen of the team turning up at the pub and dragging us to Pete's house.

The music was far too loud, even from one hundred yards away the music was too loud. Sarah Smith opened the door and grabbed Johnny and kissed him passionately on his lips and after Johnny managed to break away she grabbed me and gave me a hug and a quick peck on my cheek as I went through the front door.

I saw Claire Merrifield dancing with Pete Smith, so there were three wives there at the party at least. As I passed through the hall and into the kitchen I hoped I'd see a few other wives but there weren't any in the kitchen. I went through the kitchen and on to the dining room, the dining room was empty, well, empty of people, there was a dining table, six dining chairs and an old rocking chair but the light over the table didn't work so the room was in darkness apart from the light from the doorways into the living room and kitchen. I wandered into the living room, Johnny was dancing with Sarah Smith, Gavin Cooper brought me a drink over and after I took a sip he pulled me into the middle of the room and started to dance with me.

I spotted that Johnny was grabbing a good handful of Sarah's arse as they danced together and Pete Smith was definitely letting his hands wonder all over Claire's backside. Gavin didn't miss the grab ass either and within a few seconds his hands were on my backside and he was pulling my abdomen against his boner.

Paul Maitland switched two up-lighters above the hi-fi on and the main lights off before making a raid on Claire and pushing Pete out of the way. Pete had a drink and then he was watching Gavin and me very closely, he was waiting for the end of the track and he was planning on making a dive for me, I could see it in his eyes.

Johnny and I had arrived at Pete and Sarah's house at nine-fifteen and by nine-forty things had descended into anarchy. Two of the players were actually pulling on Sarah's arms as if she was a wishbone. And the fight lasted for five minutes before Sarah snapped, not actually but figuratively. She pushed both men off of her, called them some unprintable names and then turned the music off, 'Here we go, Sarah's snapped and that's the end of the party, well, at least Johnny and I can have an early night!' flashed through my mind.

"Right, there's only us three women to your fifteen men and I'm not going to be fought over for a minute longer."

Sarah gave me a whiteboard marker pen, "Right Vicky, while I write the men's names on slips of paper, you mark up a table on the back of the door, our three names across the top, fifteen minute time segments down the side and as I call out the boy's names, you write them in below our names, the first under my name, the second under Claire and the third under your name, then the fourth under my name on the second time slot and keep going until we all have five names under each of our names. The man can dance with the girl for the fifteen minutes allotted to him."

It made sense to me and to fourteen of the fifteen men, only Paul Smith's brother Mark objected, Mark was the team's twenty-four stone prop-forward and he bleated, "That's not fair, I don't like dancing so I get left out of the fun!"

Sarah thought about it for a moment, "Well then Mark, when it's your fifteen minutes you can take your partner out and just sit and chat with her or whatever you like!"

Sarah winked at her brother-in-law as she said 'Whatever you want!' and Mark suddenly cheered up and found another drink, my first name out of the hat was actually Mark Smith, I didn't mind too much though because the third and fourth names were Gavin Cooper and Paul Wren, both guy's I'd had a crush on before I married Johnny and I'd mentioned fancying them to my husband during our courting pillow talk before we married and the fifth name on my list was Pete Smith.

While Sarah and I were making the spreadsheet on the back of the door one of the guys who was good with computers set Pete's laptop to the task of driving the stereo, he set the player software to play for fourteen minutes and fifty-five seconds and then go silent for ten seconds where we would change partners again and the music would play for fourteen minutes and fifty-five seconds again.

Mark walked in from the kitchen, through the dining room, closing the door from the kitchen behind him, he looked at the back of the living room door, then he looked at me and smiled, Sarah was counting down from five and at zero the music started blasting out of the speakers and Sarah and Clare were taken into the middle of the room by their first two men, the other twelve sat around the edge of the room, taking every available seat, Mark looked around the darkened room, then he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dining room where it was almost pitch black, Mark sat on the rocking chair and then pulled me down across his lap.

Even in the dining room the music was too loud really to have a chat but mark started to talk to me and after two minutes of fighting to understand each other there was a more quiet part of a track, "I said, you know, if we were dancing like, I'd try my luck, you know, a little grab and dash. Would you kill me if I tried it on while we weren't dancing?"

I didn't really understand exactly what Mark was saying but I guessed he was talking about the way the guys would play grab ass or bump and grind as we danced so I just shrugged my shoulders. Mark grinned and kissed me on my cheek, then his left hand slipped onto my knee and gave it a little, gentle, squeeze and his right hand started rubbing over my arse, all through my dress of course.

Johnny was one of the men who was sitting out the first few rounds of dancing, he had Claire as her fourth partner and Claire's husband, Martin had Sarah as her third but I think that was more 'Managed' by Sarah than left to luck.

Johnny stepped into the doorway from the living room into the dining room, blocking most of the little light coming from the living room; Mark was nuzzling at my neck, kissing around my neck and up my earlobe. Johnny smiled at me and mouthed, 'Are you alright?' silently.

I smiled back at him and nodded my head, Mark was just sliding his hand along my thigh and I froze slightly, Johnny watched his friend's hand getting closer and closer to my cunt and he smiled again, 'Are you sure you're all right?' I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head again.

Our pillow talk had often turned to what we thought we'd do if we caught the other with another lover, Johnny had always said that he thought he'd be okay with it but I wasn't so sure, I got the feeling that if push came to shove, Johnny would suddenly become jealous. I was just waiting to see if Johnny flew off at Mark when his hand reached my pussy through my dress or third base as schoolgirls would have it.

Mark's fingertips were less than an inch from my pussy mound when I stiffened slightly as I watched for Johnny's reaction and Mark must have felt that stiffening through his fingertips and his hand suddenly jumped from my legs to my breasts, his left hand cupped under my right breast and he began to fondle and palpate my tit through my dress and bra or grabbed at first base as girls were wont to say.

Johnny was watching Mark closely and he gave me another smile before he went back into the living room. Mark's left hand did make another sojourn southwards and rubbed in the general vicinity of my pussy mound, I wasn't sure if I should open my legs for him or not but he didn't ask me to so I didn't, this was, after all, his fourteen minutes and fifty-five seconds.

Mark's hand was back at third base when Johnny, Gavin Cooper and Paul Wren came and stood in the doorway watching Mark and I on the rocking chair, it wasn't really rocking though, only if one or the other of us shifted our weight, it moved a little back and forth. Johnny was in deep conversation with Gavin and Paul and they both seemed to be enjoying what my husband was setting out for them in what definitely looked like Johnny's plan, brought about by watching Mark's clumsy hand-jive around my genitals and secondary sexual characteristics. Johnny, Gavin and Paul were still watching me and Mark when the music stopped, Mark helped me off of his knee and he stood up, he kissed me before he escorted me back into the living room and thanked me for the dance.

The second name on my list was Dan Flint, a nice enough bloke for a rugby playing accountant coming to the end of his playing career. Dan was well on his way to being pissed, he did grab at my arse and he tried to do the bump and grind with me a few times but he was more being held up by me than dancing with me and at the end of fourteen minutes he looked really happy to be sitting down next to his pint.

There was still almost a minute of music left; the PC Screen had a countdown clock with numbers four inches high on the screen. I looked over at Johnny, still standing with Gavin and Paul deep in discussions with each other, when Johnny realised that I was alone on the impromptu dance floor he nudged Gavin, the next name on my list and Gavin steamed straight in, not bothering to wait for the clock to count down to zero.

Gavin swaggered up to me, he did a bow with a flourish, "May I have the pleasure of this next dance?"

I swatted at his head with my hand but he was too quick for me, he stepped back, grabbed my hand as it passed close to his face and he towed me through to the dining room. Gavin sat on the rocking chair and I turned to sit across his lap as I had with Mark but Gavin stopped me, he closed his feet together, then he pulled me round in front of him so that I was facing him, one foot either side of his feet. He reached down with his right hand and grasped my left knee and started to haul it up and over the right hand side arm rest of the rocking chair, I had to wrap my arms around Gavin's neck to stop myself falling backwards. It was very awkward, mainly because Gavin hadn't communicated with me what he had planned but eventually he managed to get my right leg up and over the left arm of the rocking chair.

I was now suspended above his lap, my bottom just an inch or so higher than his lap, held in place by the arms of the chair and the fact that my lower legs were both hanging down on the outside of the chair. Gavin started kissing me and rocking the chair quite vigorously and every so often his thighs would hit my bottom.

Gavin's arms were around my lower back and he kept pulling me as he rocked so that my body was getting closer and closer to his and as I got closer my legs were parting wider. When Gavin had me in the position he wanted me in he slipped one arm around my front and slipped his hand under the front of my dress, he didn't touch me but I could feel that he was undoing his trousers and not just his zipper either, he even pushed them down a little so that the next time his thighs crashed against my bottom I could feel the heat of his bare flesh against my buttocks.

Gavin started to masturbate himself under my dress with his right hand as he slipped his left hand under my dress, he worked his hand up past my waist and eventually reached my bra, he just pushed the cups up so that they ended up under my chin, as he fondled and played with my tits his right hand sped up on his cock, I was kissing him passionately and trying to drag my lower body closer to his, I was trying to work fast because I could feel that he was close to exploding. I felt lips against my ear and Johnny whispered, "Your bra seems to have slipped up."

Johnny flipped the clasp at the back of my bra and he managed to take it off through the shoulder straps and down my arms. Gavin realised that Johnny was right there and was helping him out by removing the encumbrance of my bra and having one of his best friends helping to seduce his wife was too much for Gavin and he fired off just as I got my pussy lined up with his cock. I might not have got there quickly enough to use Gavin's cock but I certainly got the full force of the blast, all over the gusset of my knickers.

I cursed myself for being so slow at taking charge earlier and missing out on the chance to feel Gavin inside me but he was spent now and even though there was still a little of Gavin's time left, I wriggled off of his knees to get into the toilet and try and dry out. I wiped between my legs with toilet tissue but the gusset of my knickers were so wet from the spunk on the outside and my inner juice that I had to take them off, I balled them up and hid them in the cupboard under the sink, I wiped my own moistness as best I could, smoothed the front of my dress down and headed out to the living room.

I walked in to the living room from the hallway instead of going back through the kitchen and dining room, Paul, my next partner wasn't in sight, Johnny was waiting for his turn to dance with Claire, from her movements with her partner on the dance area it looked like they were fucking standing up. As I couldn't see Paul I decided that he was probably waiting for me in the dining room so I headed in to see, Paul was standing by the rocking chair talking to Pete Smith, Pete was my fifth and final partner on the list and I was a little worried that the two of them were planning on doubling up on me.

As soon as Pete saw me he backed away and left the floor open to Paul. Paul sat on the rocking chair and beckoned me over to him, as I approached him he was already opening his trousers. I didn't stand at his feet as I had with Gavin, I walked to the side of the chair and as I started to lift my leg to straddle the arms of the rocking chair, Paul was easing his trousers and underpants down to his knees. I tried to stop myself grinning like the cat that got the cream when I saw his cock bounce into view, he had a beautifully shaped banana standing up between his legs and not one of those little Dominican bananas, Paul's was definitely imitating the South American banana, long, fat and with just a hint of a bend.

Because I mounted the chair as if it were a horse, I started out in about the position I had ended up at with Gavin and because I was mounting the rocker unaided Paul's hands were under me as I settled down into place. I felt his hands exploring around my bottom and when he realised that I was commando he grinned at me, then he wriggled one hand out from under my dress and turned my head so my ear was next to his mouth, "Johnny told us that if you had no knickers on we could fuck you, you happy with that?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, smiled at him as I leaned in to kiss him. Paul took his cock in his hand and rubbed it around my cunt, I lifted myself so that his cock could line up with my vagina and then lowered myself down, his cock was engaged in my cunt by two inches before Paul started rocking back and forth. As we rocked and kissed Paul's cock went from two inches in my cunt to four inches. I was climaxing before the second track played out and Paul kept me climaxing for the rest of his time, speeding up just before his time was up and as the room fell silent Paul suddenly pushed me off of his cock and blew his load all over my pussy mound and belly soaking the front of my dress at the same time.

Suddenly two hand towels appeared between us, Pete Smith was grinning at us like a Cheshire cat as Paul took one towel and I took the other. Pete watched closely as the two of us dried spunk from our lower bodies. I slipped off of Paul's lap, there was no way Paul could cover himself other than with the towel that Pete provided. I had to run for the toilet again, Paul had deposited so much spunk up me that it ran out of me like I was taking a piss. It took an age to dry myself and quite a bit of Pete's fourteen minutes had elapsed before I got back to the dining room. Johnny was waiting for me, "Pete's gone up to his bedroom, he told me that Paul fucked you, were you happy with him doing that?"

"Yes, I was happy, are you okay that I let him?"

Johnny just looked at me and grinned, "Pete said that I should take you up to him and if it's okay with you I can watch."

I took Johnny's hand and allowed him to lead me up to the bedroom, Johnny sat on Sarah's vanity seat and watched as Pete pulled my dress off over my head and I stood there totally naked in front of my husband and the manager of his rugby team. I was looking into Johnny's eyes as Pete impaled me on his cock, not as big as Paul's cock but Pete had years of experience behind him and certainly knew how to use it.

I was hitting my eighth climax under as well as over Pete when the door opened and Sarah walked in, she trailed her index finger over my arse and then walked over to Johnny, "Come on baby, you made promises on the dance floor and now I'm here to collect."

Pete watched his wife strip my husband naked, then she started to undress herself, Pete doubled his fucking efforts on me and as Johnny and Sarah slipped onto the bed at our side he redoubled his efforts all over again totally blowing my mind with the force and strength of my orgasmic train. It seemed to me like Pete was showing off his virility to Sarah because she was fucking a much younger man.

Johnny was so turned on by everything that he actually filled Sarah's boots before Pete shot off in me. We were both invited to stay the night but Johnny wanted to get me home and into bed so that he could have me all to himself. I had to use my mouth to get Johnny up for his second cum of the night and as we fucked he was talking to me about Gavin. "Gavin felt a proper Charlie earlier, he told me he went off half-cocked when you were moving in on him, he asked me if he could join in again at our next party."

"You planning on another party like that?"

"I was hoping that we could make a regular thing of it, all of my mates fancy you, some of their wives do too!"

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