The Basement

  by RLM


Part 1:  The Plan

  It began almost a year ago after another frustrating and
somewhat boring New Year's Eve Party.  Paula and I had just
started our long drive home.  For the first five minutes, we
drove in silence.  At that point, Paula turned toward me from the
passenger-side seat.

  "Truth Time, Gordon?"

  Several years before, we had had problems because we were both
hiding things from one another.  I would tell Paula I had to work
late, but instead would go to a strip bar with the guys.  Or, I
would cheat with a woman and conceal it.  She had fucked several
men on the side and concealed everything from me.

  Finally, as was bound to happen, she caught me lying about
being with one of the secretariess at our firm.  Naturally, Paula
was infuriated, much more because I lied and concealed things
from her than because I had some brief sex with a secretary. 
Fortunately, I knew enough about women to keep my mouth shut, and
accept her stinging abuse and criticism of my behavior.  When she
finished and became quiet, I sincerely apologized, asked for her
forgiveness, and swore that I would never cheat like that again.
It was a promise that I have kept ever since.

  After my confession and apology, Paula lapsed into silence as I
awaited her decision about my fate.  All manner of things raced
through my mind during those few minutes, divorce, separation,
the humiliation of being forced to sleep in the guest bedroom for
several months, and others things even worse.  When she finally
broke her silence, I was at first shocked, and then later
enormously happy with her response.

  "Gordon, you have been so honest with me and so sincerely sorry
that I now feel absolutely terrible.  The fact is that during the
last two years, I've cheated on you with four different men.  All
of them have fucked me several times.  I'm so sorry, and I make
you the same sincere promise that you've just made to me.  I will
never cheat on you again if you will forgive me."

  A moment later, we were in each other's arms, kissing and
hugging, tears streaming down our cheeks.  Later, we walked,
arm-in-arm to the bedroom where we made passionate love most of
the night.  At one point when I my cock was buried deep in
Paula's pussy slowly moving in and out, I asked her about the
four men she had fucked.

  As her hips surged against mine, she said, "Judging from how
hard your cock feels, I think it turns you on.  Does it?"

  "Yes.  I never realized that it would, but it really does. 
Does it excite you to know that I screwed Melaine?"

  Her answer was to wrap her legs tightly about my hips, pull me
even deeper into her saddle and begin to tell me about the four
men.

  As a result of that evening, we eventually developed what we
came to call "Truth Time".  Whenever either of us wanted to know
the absolute truth about something that was troubling us, we
would as for a session of "Truth Time".  We agreed that only the
truth was acceptable during these times.  If either of us felt
the truth might really hurt, we would give warning and ask again
if the truth was desired.  Once we began this practice, a deep,
abiding trust quickly developed between us.  This has led to a
long, rewarding, and passionate marriage.

  Now, for some reason, Paula was requesting a session of "Truth
Time".  It is never refused.  I wondered if she had had an orgy
with a group of men at the party.

  "Sure.  Truth Time for the drive home.  What's on your mind?"

  "Did you really have fun at the party tonight or was it
something less than fun", she asked.

  "It was all right.  Just like most of these New Year's Eve
parties.  But, "No", I didn't really have fun."

  "Why not?"

  I thought for awhile before I answered, formulating my
thoughts.  "At everyone of these parties, there is always a heavy
undercurrent of sex, but it's mostly just teasing by the women or
men hitting on the women with little or no hope of success."

  "Why do you think it's that way?"

  Again I thought for a bit.  "Because, when a man hits on a
woman, even if she wants to go further, her husband is there and
there's no way for her to accept.  As a result, she becomes very
uncomfortable.  The best that she can do is arrange a secret
meeting later and start an affair.  She might like a hot sexual
encounter, but she doesn't want an affair.  So she has to
refuse."

  "Precisely!  It's amazing how well you understand women. 
Sometimes I think you must have been a woman in a prior life. 
What about the women teasing?"

  "It's essentially the same thing.  A woman will press her
breasts against a man on the dance floor or show him more thigh
or breast than he's supposed to see.  The guy knows its an
invitation, but he has no way to accept.  His wife is in the
room.  Sometimes, he will become angry at the woman for teasing
him when she knows perfectly well that he cannot accept.  On
occasion, he will try to arrange a meeting later, but now we're
back to the affair problem.  Basically, there's no way to enjoy
sex at these parties without setting up an affair."

  "I agree.  That's exactly the problem."

  "Now it's my turn.  Did any men hit on you tonight?  What did
you do?"

  "Let's see.  Garland was grinding his erection into my belly on
the dance floor.  It was enjoyable so I pressed my tits against
him.  He asked me to sneak off to one of the bathrooms with him.
I told him sex in the bathroom doesn't exactly turn me on.  So he
suggested a meeting later in the week.  I politely told him that
I don't cheat on my husband.  That ended the matter."

  "Anyone else?"

  "I had my legs crossed giving a Mitchel a nice upskirt shot.  I
could tell he wanted to do something, but his wife was there and
all he could do was get hard."

  "Tyler told me he loved my big tits.  I thanked him for the
complement.  He asked me if there was any chance he could see
more of them.  I said, "Probably not".  He was disappointed, of
course, but it was what he expected.  Just like you said."

  "Preston had his hands all over my ass on the dance floor, but
that was as far as he had the nerve to take it."

  "Wow!  I had no idea you were that active.  Get you hot?"

  "Wait until we get home, and I'm going to show just how hot
those guys got me.  You had better be ready is all I've got to
say.  How about your evening?"

  "Pretty much the same but not as much.  Stacy managed to show
me her panties a couple of times during the evening, but what was
I supposed to do about it?  On the dance floor, Gayle told me her
husband was spending too much time with work and not enough time
between her legs."

  "That's pretty direct.  What did my husband say?"

  "I told her I would love to spend time between her legs but I
don't cheat on Paula.  I did follow that up by suggesting that
she and Brett might come over for dinner and spend a "romantic"
evening with us."

  "What did she say to that?"

  "She liked the idea but she said Brett would never go for it
and she was afraid to suggest it.  That pretty much ended
things."

  "See what I mean.  These parties are just one frustration after
the next for everyone."

  "I agree, but what's to done about it?"

  Paula sat in silence for several minutes.  "I think we ought to
host our own party next New Year's Eve.  It will take a lot of
planning and preparation but if it works, we will be the talk of
the town and everyone will be secretly hoping that they're on the
guest list for the next party.  What do you think?"

  Now I thought for several minutes and then said, "I think we
should do it.  And I think I'm going to fuck your hot ass off
when we get home."

  "Promises.. promises..", my wife grinned as she opened the top
of her dress, removed both breasts, and squeezed my cock.

  I wondered where in the hell the designated driver was when I
really needed him. ---------------------------------------------

Part 2:  The Invitations

  Starting in July, Paula and I began to lay plans for our New
Year's Eve party.  We agreed that we would call it our "X-rated
New Year's Eve Party".  First, we arranged all the obvious
things, the caterer and the food, the liquor and the wine,
several bartenders, music for dancing, a printer for our
invitations, the guest list, and the party times.  A month later,
all of these were arranged.

  Then we turned to the real task at hand.  How to make all our
guests comfortable with the arrangements and remove the type of
problems we had discussed during our "Truth Time" session after
the previous New Year's Eve party.

  We decided to divide the house into zones.  The downstairs
portion of our very large home would be the "PG area", using the
usual designations for movie ratings.  Here, we would have the
food, the wine, liquor, soft drinks, tea, coffee, etc.  We would
also clear the dining room and arrange for continuous dance music
on the downstairs sound system.  The music would be soft for slow
sensuous dancing.  This would be more fun and would not disturb
other guests who were not dancing.  Our plan was to dim the
lighting in the dance area, but still permit easy visibility.

  The PG area would have two TV sets going for those who wished
to watch the New Year's Eve ball games.  We would rent additional
furniture so everyone had comfortable couches and chairs thus
removing the need to stand.  In the den, we would have a pool
table and dart games.  We figured the two full bathrooms and one
half-bath in the downstairs portion of the house would be
sufficient.  During the first part of the part, we intended to
use the master bedroom for coats and for guests who had had too
much to drink.

  The deck behind the house with our large hot tub would be the
"R-rated" area.  The temperature was usually in the high 40's or
low 50's, but the heat of the tub would be sufficient to keep our
guests comfortable.  The tub was large enough to accommodate
eight and with some crowding, ten.  Neither Paula nor I thought
anyone would complain about being crowded.  After some
discussion, we decided to permit the women to be topless in the
hot tub if they wished, but all guests had to wear suits below
the waist.  Our plan was to provide an ample supply of new suits
to guests who had not brought their own.

  There were to be three "X-rated" areas.  The first was our
completely finished basement.  We would clear everything out
except for the sound system.  Soft music for slow dancing would
be played in a continuous loop.  Our plan was to blackout all
sources of light in the basement save for a small red light over
the entrance from the stairwell.  We would hang two black tarps
to cover the entrance and provide a buffer zone that would
prevent any light from entering the basement area when our guests
entered or left.  The red light would permit people to find the
exit when they wished to leave.

  The second X-rated area would be the second floor of our house.
 There were four bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.  Their
were locks on all doors for privacy.

  The third X-rated area were the men and women's dressing rooms
beside our outdoor pool.  The pool would be covered for the
winter and present no danger.  We had a comfortable chair and
couch in each dressing room.  Neither was very large, but a lot
of room isn't really necessary.  The doors of both rooms locked
and the rooms were heated so they would serve nicely.

  With the house partitioned, we now made a list of the
additional items we needed.  They included: a large supply of
sheets and towels for the bedrooms and the poolside dressing
rooms, a large basket of condoms in all X-rated areas.  In the
basement area, these would be placed at the bottom of the stairs
where there would be enough light to see them.

  All that remained was to prepare the invitations and provide
our guests with all the details for the party.  Paula and I
worked for several weeks to prepare the wording.  When finished,
we planned to have the invitations engraved and sent special
delivery to all invited guests two months ahead of the party to
give everyone more than ample time to decide if they wished to
attend or not.

  Each letter contained the engraved invitation and another
sealed envelop inside the first.  For example, the engraved
invitation to Garland and Karen Arcemont read:

Dear Karen and Garland,

We would like to extend a cordial invitation to you to attend our
X-rated New Year's Eve Party on December 31st.

The enclosed information contains the schedule of events, party
times, and directions to our home.  We also explain the nature of
the party.  We think it best that you decline our invitation
unless both of you agree that it would be fun and desire to
attend.  If possible, we would like to have your RSVP no less
than two weeks ahead of the party.

We hope to see you both.  If you do elect to attend, we're
certain that it will be a party you will long remember.  If not,
we wish you both a joyous, safe, and happy new year.

Sincerely, your friends, Paula and Gordon

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This invitation was accompanied by a sealed envelop.  Inside was
the following letter:

  Before you decide whether to accept our invitation or not,
there are several things you both should know about the party we
have planned.  The schedule of events for December 31st is as
follows:

8:00 PM - Midnight - Party begins, snacks, finger food, liquor,
wine, soft drinks are all provided.

Midnight-1:30 AM - New Year's late dinner: Prime rib, crown rib
roast, turkey, desserts and all the fixings.

1:30 - 10:00 AM -  Party time - sleeping accommodations available
for all guests who wish to stay over.

10:00 AM - Noon - Late breakfast, brunch.

Noon:   Party ends.


  This is an adult New Year's Eve party.  No children are
allowed.  We have partitioned our home into three general areas.
All guests may, at their own discretion, limit their party
activities to a single area or two or all three.  The areas are
described below:

First:  The PG-part of the party (PG in the sense of movie
ratings) will be held in the downstairs portion of our house.  If
you elect to restrict yourselves to this area, we will be
delighted.  If that is your decision, you may expect the party to
be very similar to other New Year's Eve parties you have
attended, except we hope your find our food and drink to be
superior.  This area will include a dance floor, game room, TV
room, and all food and dining areas.


Second:  The R-rated portion of the party includes use of our hot
tub on the deck.  It will accommodate 8 easily and 10 with some
crowding.  Bare breasts will be permitted in the tub, if desired,
 but all guests must wear bathing suits below the waist.  We will
provide new suits for all guests, but, of course, you may bring
your own if you wish.  Towels and cosmetics will be provided. You
may expect some sensuous fondling to occur, but no actual sex
will be permitted in this area.


Third:   The X-rated areas include our completely furnished
basement, which will be a slow dance area in essentially total
darkness, the four bedrooms and baths on the second floor of our
home, and finally, the men and women's dressing rooms beside our
outdoor pool.  In these areas, full consensual sexual encounters
are permitted, if desired by our guests.  As usual, "NO" means
"NO", and what happens at the party, remains at the party.


  If our invitation has offended you, we extend our regrets, but
not our apologies.  This is to be an adult party, for adults
only, who respect the views of other adults even when they
disagree with their choices.

  We hope to see you December 31st at 8:00 PM.  Please return the
enclosed self-addressed, stamped card indicating your intention
to attend or not.

Sincerely, Paula and Gordon
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  Paula and I mailed out a total of 25 invitations by
mid-October.

  "How many couples do you think will accept?" I asked her.

  "Who knows", Paula replied.  "Maybe a lot or maybe we're going
to be stuck with a lot of food to eat by ourselves."
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Part 3:  Preparations

  The preparation for the party were a lot more work than either
Gordon or I had anticipated.  My husband helped as much as he
could when he wasn't at work or out of town on business.

  One afternoon in late October while working on the music
systems for the dining room and the basement, the doorbell rang.
When I answered, Eric Bunkley was standing there.

  "Hi, Eric.  Are you looking for Gordon?  He's at work."

  "No, actually I wanted to talk to you about the party you've
invited Cristal and I to on New Year's.  Have you got some time?"

  "Sure.  Come on in.  Would you like a drink?"

  "Do you have beer?"

  "Sure."  A few minutes later, Eric and I were sitting in the
den.  He had his beer.  I was sipping some wine.

  "What about the party?  Something you wanted to discuss?"

  He seemed a little uncomfortable, so I helped him out.  "Come
on, Eric, I'm not exactly a blushing virgin.  What do you want to
discuss?"

  "Well, the invitation sounds like it's going to a sex party. 
Is that right?"

  "Only if you and your wife want it to be.  It's entirely up to
the guests.  If you stay in the PG areas, it will be like any
other party except for the very erotic knowledge of what is going
on elsewhere in the house and outside.   Do you and Cristal think
you will attend?"

  Eric shrugged.  I know that we both want to, but every time I
ask her if she would like to go, she says, "It's up to you.  I'll
go if you want to."  And to be fair, if I wait until she brings
up the subject, I usually say the same thing.  Neither of us
wants to be responsible for being the one to decide to go in case
it's a disaster."

  "Eric.  That's one of the penalties for being the man.. you're
in charge.  Sometimes that's good for you; other times, like this
one, it puts you on the spot.  Cristal isn't going to tell you
she wants to go to a possible sex party unless you give her the
green light in advance."

  "I'm in charge, huh?", he said, thinking about the implications
of the statement.  I was not unaware that he was looking at my
legs, trying to see even further up my dress.  I uncrossed my
legs and then recrossed them in the opposite direction to tease
him a little.

  "Eric, my suggestion is that you tell Cristal that you would
like to go, that the idea of some recreational sex sounds like it
would be fun and would spice things up in your marriage.  Tell
her that you're going to assume from here on that the two of you
will be going unless she decides that she doesn't want to go.  In
that case, you will send your regrets and plan a different agenda
for your New Year's Eve celebration.  That way, you've decided. 
You've given her the permission she seeks, but still left the
decision up to her, which is where it should be once you give
your permission.  How's that?"

  "That's great!", he exclaimed.  "I'll discuss it with her
tonight."

  "Any thing else", I asked, watching him stare at my exposed
thigh.

  "I would like to see this dark basement area.  Could I?"

  "Sure.  It's not dark yet.  We haven't put up the blackout
curtains and it's still daylight outside, but you'll get the
idea."

  Eric followed me down the stairs to the basement.  We already
had a lot of the furniture removed so that the central area was
cleared.  Only the sound system, a couple of chairs, and a couch
remained.  "As you can see, we're going to have plenty of room
once the furniture is removed.  With blackout shades on all the
windows, you won't be able to see your hand in front of your
face."

  Eric was standing right behind me.  "Do you think most of the
women will be fucked down here at the party?"  His hands were on
my shoulders.

  "Probably.  Does it bother you that one of them might be your
wife?  Some guy dancing with her, her legs around his hips..his
big cock fucking in and out of her wet cunt... or maybe he'll
take her up against one of the walls or on the carpet."  I put my
hand on Eric's crotch.  His cock was rigid and throbbing. 
"Doesn't seem like it bothers you."

  "No.  It's strange, but I'm turned on by that thought."   His
hands moved around my shoulders to my breasts.   He quickly had
my blouse open and my tits out of their holders.  "God... I knew
you had dynamite tits, but I never imagined they were this big
and firm."  His cock jerked again and again against my ass as his
fingers squeezed my hard nipples, his hands hefting and fondling
my tits.

  "Before we go any further, you need to understand that Gordon
and I don't keep secrets from each other.  Now... are you going
to fuck me here or do you intend to take me in the master
bedroom?"

  The thought of fucking me in my marriage bed make Eric's cock
dance against my ass.  Turning me around, he kissed me hard, his
tongue sliding in and out of my mouth, flicking against my
tongue.  In one motion, he pulled my skirt up around my hips, put
his hand inside my panties on my ass, picked me up, and carried
me up the stairs.  His mouth never left mine.

  Once in the bedroom, he put me on my back and told me to put a
pillow under my hips.  He never took his eyes off off me as he
undressed.  When he pulled down his jockey shorts, his cock
sprang straight up..standing tall.. a little over 6 inches of
thick manmeat.  It's head was coated with precum.

  I cupped my big tits, steepled my knees, and pressed my heels
into the mattress elevating my cunt.  Moments later, Eric mounted
me.

  "Aren't you going to take off my panties, Honey?  Most men take
them off before they fuck me."

  For an answer, Eric sucked both of my nipples hard..so hard,
the blood rushed in and made them swell to twice their normal
size.  He bit them lightly sending electric jolts through my
vagina.  My juices seeped out and drenched the crotch band.  I
felt his thick cock pressed against my pussy, the big head
sliding up and down my wet slit.  He pushed forward a little and
my panties sank into my cunt hole.  I began to moan, my legs
lifting off bed.

  He continued this for several minutes until he had me thrashing
on the bed, my hips ramming up against his cock..again and
again... only to be frustrated by my panties that shielded the
entrance to my cunt from his surging penis.

  "Ohhh OH  OH... Damn You!   Damn You!  Stop torturing me and
fuck me!  Hurry..please HURRY!"

  "Are you ready to be fucked, Paula?"

  I was panting so hard, I couldn't answer.  Nothing but
passionate moans and grunts came from my mouth.  My hips ground
my slit against the head of his throbbing cock.

  "You know when I came over here, I intended to fuck you don't
you?  You showed me your hot thighs to get me hard..you teasing
Bitch...  I'm going to fuck you now, Honey."

  "Ah ah ah ah ah ...oohhh... yessssssss.... do it to
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

  "Reach down and pull your panties to one side... expose your
hot, wet cunt hole for fucking, Paula.  Be a hot whore and expose
your fuck hole to my cock."

  Instantly, I hooked my fingers in the crotch band of my panties
and yanked them aside way down my thigh.  At the same time, I
jacked my legs high and spread wide open.

  "Ooohhh FUCK IT  FUCK IT.. FUCK IT..."

  "What do you want me to fuck, Paula?  Tell me."

  "My CUNT HOLE...FUCK MY CUNT ... MY MARRIED CUNT....STICK IT IN
MEEEEEE.."

  He held his cock head just touching my opening but didn't sink
it into me.  I was going crazy.  "If you really want cock up your
cunt, Paula, then reach down and spread it wide open...be sure to
hold it open as my cock sinks in... understand?"

  My hand moved to my pussy, and I followed his orders.  Eric
pulled back and looked down at me... spread wide open... panties
pulled way down my thighs... my fingers holding my pussy wide
open...exposing the depths of my vagina for him to see.  My
juices seeped out of my cunt.  I could feel them running down my
ass.

  "Rub your clit, Paula.  Make yourself cum while I keep my cock
an inch just outside of your pussy.  When you cum, I'll start
fucking you."

  I was boiling hot..so hot it didn't occur to me to hesitate. 
Almost as soon as I began to stroke my clitoris, it exploded in
hard spasms causing my juices to spurt out.  Eric saw me
squirting and rammed his cock all the way into me in one hard
stroke.  My orgasm peaked and I began screaming as he fucked
me..and fucked me... and fucked me..

  He rammed me and rammed me.  I came a second time... and then a
third time as that thick cock stretched my pussy wide open every
time he buried himself inside me.   I felt his cock jerk..throb..
and begin ejaculating the cum into my depths.  I held my legs up
and back totally exposing myself to maximize the intensity of his
orgasm.

  I was still lying on the bed, my tits out, my legs spread,
panties around my thighs, cum running out of my pussy when Gordon
walked into the bedroom an hour later.

  "Wow!  You're quite a hot sight.  Who fucked you?"

  "Eric.. Eric Bunkley.   I'm pretty sure he's decided to tell
his wife that they're going to attend our New Year's Eve party. 
We both laughed uncontrollably. 
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  Three days later, Peter Fazio dropped by to talk to me about
the party.  He was much more direct than Eric had been.

  "Becky wants to come to the party.  So do I.  So, since it's
obvious that I'm going to be fucking you, I thought I would stop
by and put an advance load in your pussy.  Interested?"

  I raised my legs, took off my panties, laid back on the couch,
and spread myself wide open.  Thirty minutes later, Peter had
given me two advances.

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  In early December, our phone rang right after Gordon and I had
finished dinner.  I was washing the dishes so he answered.  I
could hear him chatting but couldn't make out any of the
conversation.  After he had hung up, he came into the kitchen.

  "That was Raymond Rostron.  He and Courtney have invited us
over for wine and hamburgers Saturday evening at their house.  I
thought it sounded like fun, so I accepted.  Is that ok?  If not,
I can call him back."

  "No.  That's fine.  What should I wear?"

  Gordon thought.  "You know, I have no idea.  I just assumed it
would be just the four of us, but maybe it's a small party.  I
forgot to ask.  Why don't you give Courtney a call?"

  "Men never think to ask the obvious questions.  You knew there
would be food, liquor, wine, and pussy available.  What else is
there to ask about?"

  "Precisely!  What's the problem?"  My husband was still
laughing five minutes later as I called Courtney.

  "Courtney, this is Paula.  We would love to come over Saturday
night.  Can hardly wait.  I'm just calling to find out if it's a
big party or the four of us or what?  And also what I should
wear?"

  "Oh wonderful!  Ever since Ray and I got your invitation to the
New Year's Eve party we've been talking about it..wondering why
we have never gotten together considering that our interests are
so much alike.  It will just be the four of us.  Wear anything
that you like, Paula.  I intend to wear as little as I think I
can get away with."
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  As soon as we entered the Rostron's home, Courtney rushed to
greet us.  I glanced at Gordon and saw that he was taking in all
of her 5' 7", 145 lb or so body.  She had a little extra weight
that I knew would please my husband.  Her 36C breasts were a
little smaller than mine, but they still looked very sexy
considering what she was wearing.

  Courtney hadn't been kidding about wearing as little as
possible.  Her halter was having a hard time covering her breasts
and the incredibly tight short shorts showed off half of her ass
and sank into every one of her crevices.  There was no way she
had on panties.  The only other thing she wore was a pair of
4-inch spikes.

  I felt grossly overdressed in my short sundress, heels, and
panties.  At least, I had had enough sense not to wear a bra or
stockings.   Anyway, it was obvious to me that Ray didn't mind my
outfit at all.  His eyes had been devouring me since the moment
we entered.  I checked out both male crotches and was certain
that both men were already partially erect.

  When Ray went out to grill the hamburgers, I went outside to
keep him company.  The weather was cool so I put a wrap around my
shoulders.  "Courtney and I were both surprised by your
invitation.  We wondered if you and Gordon had an open marriage,
but we didn't know.  Wish we had known."  I smiled at me when he
said it.

  "I like your outfit.  Are you wearing anything underneath?"

  "Yes."

  "What?"

  "I'm not going to tell you.  You're not supposed to ask a lady
questions like that."

  After the burgers were done, we went back into the house and
found Courtney cuddled up against my husband.  They were in the
midst of a passionate kiss when we entered.  "Later guys..later..
the burgers are going to get cold.  Let's eat."

  Actually, the burgers, beer, wine, cheese, and dessert were
very good.  After dinner, we were chatting and enjoying an after
dinner cordial when a young woman walked in.  Courtney introduced
her as Doris, their 17-year old daughter.  She was very pretty
with large breasts like her mother.

  "Are there enough burgers for me to have one?", she asked.

  "Sure.  I made extras.  They're in the kitchen", Ray informed
her.

  As she ate, Doris looked at Gordon and abruptly asked, "Are you
fucking my Mom?"

  I really thought my husband would choke.  He coughed several
times, took a long drink of his beer, coughed some more, and
finally managed to answer, "No.  I'm not.  Why would you think
such a thing?"

  Doris just shrugged.  "The way she's been looking at you, I
thought you were her lover.  Sorry.  Anyway, I suspect you will
be fucking her before you leave this evening.  Mom's really
great.  Best mom on the planet."

  Courtney beamed, unable to suppress a smile.   Having assessed
my husband, Doris turned her attention to me.  "Wow!  You are
beautiful!"

  "I'm Paula, Gordon's wife", smiling as I introduced myself. 
"And thank you.  That's a very nice thing to say."

  "Has my Dad fucked you yet?"

  "No, not yet."

  "He's going to though, isn't he?"

  "I'm sure he will."

  Doris licked her lips and said, "Have fun."

  "Oh, I'm certain that he'll show me a good time."

  With that short exchange, Doris said she had to get ready for a
late hot date and excused herself.

  While Gordon  and Courtney cleaned up the dirty dishes and put
them in the dishwasher, Ray was getting acquainted with my body.
When my husband picked up the dishes in front of me, he watched
Ray kissing me hard, his hand inside top of my dress kneading my
naked tits.   The next time he returned for more of the dishes,
Ray had my dress open and both of my tits were out.

  He helped Courtney rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher. 
When it was loaded, she told him to pick up the empty wine
glasses.  When he returned to the den, Ray had my skirt up and my
legs open.  He was rubbing my panties up and down right over my
wet slit.  At the same time, he had one of my nipples trapped in
his mouth.

  I thought that Ray intended to fuck me on the couch, but
Courtney and Gordon came in and she said we should take it to the
master bedroom in case Doris came back down.  The four of us
moved into the bedroom.  Gordon got Courtney on the bed and
pulled her halter down so that both of us now had our tits
exposed.

  Ray  was kissing me with his hands under my skirt when he
backed me into the bed.  He stopped at the foot of the bed and
continued to grind his mouth against mine.  I opened my mouth and
darted my tongue in and out of his mouth.  Slowly, he worked my
skirt higher and higher.  My hips were hunching in fuck motions..
back and forth against his crotch.  -----------------

  My cock was a rigid steel rod from feeling Courtney's hot body
undulating against me and from watching Ray working on my wife. 
He wasted no time is jerking my wife's skirt up around her waist.
 My wife spread her feet apart to allow him to get between her
thighs and grind his organ into her pussy.  They moved apart so
my wife could get his pants down.  After he had his cock out and
standing at rigid attention, he pushed my wife to her knees in
front of his cock.

  Ray sat down on the bed beside us, thrust his cock toward my
wife and said, "Suck it, Slut...Get your mouth hole over my cock
and suck me.  Hurry up!"

  My wife couldn't do it fast enough.  She knelt in front of him,
took his huge cock in her hand and began jacking him off.  "Don't
jack it, Slut... Suck it!"  he commanded.

  She held his balls with one hand, and with the other eguided
his pulsing cock into her mouth hole.  Her mouth stretched as
wide as possible to get him inside.  Once the head was firmly
lodged in my wife's mouth, Ray held the back of her head, thrust
his hips upward, and drove half of the organ deep into my wife's
mouth.  She gagged on the immense cock.

  I watched him force her head downward.  More inches of hard
cock disappeared.  Then, slowly it was dragged out as her cheeks
hollowed, sucking.  When it was all out except the big head, I
watched as the shaft started back in.  Four inches..five
inches..six inches.  My wife's eyes bulged.  More cock was pushed
inside.  I could see her throat bulging as the head entered. 
Again, she gagged.  Ray held her head in place.  Her nose flared
as she tried to breathe in air around the huge cock.  When only
an inch of cock remained outside my wife's mouth, the fucking
began.

  Paula gagged repeatedly, "OOMMPPPPFFFFFF...GGHHAAAAAAAA..
OOMMMPPFF".

  Ray paid no attention to her.  He held her head firmly in place
as his hips drove his weapon in and out of the open mouth hole.
I saw saliva running down the cock shaft, coating his balls, and
dripping onto the floor.  His hips thrust upward as he rammed the
last inch of cock into her throat.  Finally, my wife's gagging
slowed as the organ entered further down her gullet and her
throat expanded.  She was now taking all of him.

  Courtney and I  watched her cheeks hollow as she began to suck
it harder.  She tried to put her hand on his shaft to jerk it
when it was pulled out, but Ray pushed her hand away and warned,
"No hands!  Mouth suck only!"   Paula put her hands behind her
back and began bobbing her head up and down on the shaft in time
to his thrusts into her throat.

  I pulled Courtney's shorts off and began fucking her cunt
furiously.  As I rammed in and out of her hot hole,  I watched
Ray droving over 9 inches of cock in and out of my wife's mouth.
I could see her throat swell as the big cockhead entered and then
withdrew.  Saliva was running out the corners of her mouth, down
her chin, and dripping onto the floor.

  I was certain that he intended to cum in Paula's mouth, but I
was wrong.  Instead, he pulled my wife to her feet and put her on
her back along side of Courtney.  She raised her legs, bending
her knees to match Courtney's position.  I pulled out of
Courtney's pussy and waited for Ray to get in position between my
wife's legs.

  A moment later, I was holding Courtney's legs up and back; Ray
was holding Paula's in the same position.  We both looked down at
the two naked women, their legs spread wide, their big tits
heaving, their cunts wet and open.  Ray and I smiled at each
other and mounted the women, our cocks sinking all the way into
them on the first thrust.  Both women groaned loudly as they felt
themselves being penetrated and stretched by the hard cocks
sinking into their depths. 
---------------------------------------------
   Part 4:  The Party

  The amount of effort required to put all the arrangements
together were much larger than we had anticipated.  But now that
all of that work was behind us, we hoped to host a fun-filled and
memorable party that could become a regular event in future
years.

  Of the 25 invitations we had sent out, we received no response
from two couples.  Eight others had cordially declined, and 15
couples had said they would attend.  Most said they thought it
was a wonderful idea and they were looking forward to the party.

  Several of the wives of the couples who had accepted had called
Paula to talk about the party.  Karen Arcemont had wanted to know
if there really would be sex going on at the party.

  Paula had responded, "I'm sure of it."

  "How can you be so sure", Karen had asked.  Paula answer was
direct and to the point: "Because I intend to get laid several
times."

  Most of the other women who called had said they were afraid
their husbands would explode in a jealous rage if they did
anything.  Paula's advice to them was to discuss this issue
openly with their husbands and if they didn't think they could
handle it, they should decline the invitation.

  In the end, everyone who called ended up accepting our
invitation. -----------------

  By 8:30 PM, all 15 couples who had responded positively had
arrived and the party was in full swing.  Our three bartenders
were being kept busy, and everyone was enjoying the wide array of
food that was provided.  The crab and lobster dip were very
popular as were the cheese and sausages.  Most liked the egg
rolls, but the demand for them was less.

  The game room was in full use with both pool and dart games
being played.   Spence and Racquel Crager were playing darts with
Lloyd and Tricia Cleaver.  They had formed two teams with Spence
and Tricia taking on Lloyd and Racquel.  It appeared to me that
they must be playing "strip darts" because both Lloyd and Racquel
both had their shoes off.  Lloyd had no shirt and Racquel no
blouse.  Spence and Tricia had their shoes off.

  Tricia was up.  Her shot hit the bulls eye dead center.  Both
she and Spence cheered wildly.  Obviously, her shot had won the
game for them.  When Racquel started to take off her bra, I
stopped her.  "Listen.  I hate to interfere, but this is the PG
area.  No nudity.  You can drop your skirt, but that's about it
for this area.  You need to take the game to an X-rated area. 
Ok?"

  Racquel seemed greatly relieved.  "Thank god... this was going
to be embarrassing."

  "Wait a minute", I said.  "You and Lloyd lost.  Whenever Spence
and Tricia decide they want to see more, you're both honor-bound
to go upstairs and pay your debt."

  "Damn!  I can't wait", Spence whispered in Racquel's ear.

  The dance floor in the dining room was being kept full, which
surprised Paula and I until we realized that no one had yet
ventured to use the dance floor in the basement area.  We weren't
really concerned, however, since the evening was very young.

  Everyone of the women had come dressed hot.  Louise Gellerson
was was 41 but she certainly didn't look like it.  The
form-fitting sheathe she wore fit her like a second skin.  Every
curve was emphasized from the swell of her ample 36D breasts to
her full ass.   The dress hugged her body so tightly it wasn't
clear to me how she managed to get into it.   It was obvious that
she couldn't possibly have anything on underneath the garment.

  The sheathe ended about halfway down her thighs so that a
substantial length of her shapely legs were exposed.   I wondered
if she was wearing hose or pantyhose.  Since I could see no panty
line, I assumed it must be thigh-high hose.  The 4-inch heels she
wore really made her legs look good.

  Adrian Dettmann was a stunning brunette in her late 30s.  She
wore a long dress that hugged every curve of her body.  It looked
as if the dress had just been painted onto her body.  Her nipples
were clearly outlined by the garment as was her ass.

  Several of the women were wearing miniskirts, some type of
hose, and either three or four-inch heels.  Many of the blouses
they wore showed ample cleavage.  Elaine Shepperd's outfit was
even more revealing.  Her miniskirt just barely reached below the
crease of her ass, and it didn't appear that she was wearing a
bra beneath her sweater.  I speculated as to whether or not there
were any panties under her miniskirt.

  By comparison, my wife's outfit was conservative.  Her dress
was only four inches above her knees, and her blouse showed
little cleavage, but I didn't think she was wearing a bra.  I
wondered if she had panties on under the dress.  I doubted it. 
Her legs looked hot in the nylons and four-inch heels.

  By 9:30 PM, I saw that a few some couples were making their way
down the stairs to the basement area.  The fact that none of the
couples headed down the stairs were married to each other was not
lost on me.

  Walking on through the house, I noticed that Tyler Dettmann was
dancing with my wife in the dining room.  He was busy fondling
her bottom as they moved about the floor.  Paula not only was not
objecting, she was dancing very close to her partner letting his
hard cock rub against her belly.  After a turn or two around the
floor, she had her cheek resting on Tyler's shoulder with the
front of their bodies in contact from thighs to chests.

  They were now not dancing but rather just swaying to the music.
 The arm around Paula's waist was keeping her larges tits mashed
hard against Tyler's chest.  His other arm was much lower, his
palm openly stroking the contours of his wife's luscious ass.

  It was obvious that Paula was being heated up by the grinding
of the Dettmann's hard cock against her belly.  Her breathing was
heavy and her hands were hooked over her partner's shoulders.  In
this position, the cock was massaging the top portion of her
mound up to her belly button.

  At this point, Tyler pressed his lips to Paula's and slipped
his tongue inside her open mouth.  As they kissed, his hands
moved to her buttocks and lifted her onto her tiptoes.  With her
body elevated, she could feel Tyler's erection burrowing into the
top of her sex furrow where it rolled maddeningly back and forth
over the bud of her protruding clitoris.

  Breaking the kiss, Paula pushed back and took her partner's
hand.  I watched as she led him to the basement stairs and then
down out of sight. ---------------------------

  Tyler was right behind me as we reached the bottom of the
stairs.  His hand had rubbed my ass all the way down.  At the
bottom was a silver basket containing a large assortment of
condom packages.  I stopped and waited to give him a chance to
select one if he wanted to do so.  He didn't so we moved through
the first blackout curtain into the dark space between.  A few
steps beyond we ran into the second curtain.  Once through this,
we were in the basement dance area.

  Soft music was playing in the total darkness.  The only
illumination was the tiny red light above the inner curtain to
permit guests to find their way out when they were ready to
leave.  Tyler pulled me against his body and crushed his mouth
against my again.  My lips opened to admit his tongue that thrust
suggestively in and out as I sucked on it.

  I felt his hands on my skirt pulling it higher and higher until
it was around my waist with nothing below now except for my
garter belt, panties and hose.  I reached for his zipper and
pulled it down.  Once I had his penis out, I put it between my
thighs and we began a slow dance to the music, his hard cock
sawing back and forth against the wet crotch of my panties.

  As we moved about the basement, my eyes gradually adjusted to
the almost total lack of light and I could see some other dim
shapes from the small red light by the door.  It was impossible
to see any detail.  There was just barely enough light to allow
couples to move about without bumping into each other.

  Tyler's fingers went to the waistband of my panties, wrestling
then down over my hips.  I moaned softly.  My own moan made me
aware of several other soft female moans in the basement.  It was
obvious that I wasn't the only woman in our basement whose
panties were down.

  Once my panties were below the crease of my ass, we danced some
more.  My thighs squeezed against the cock sliding back and forth
between them as we moved.  We stopped for a moment, and I felt
Tyler's hand prying between my legs, his palm cupping my mound,
his fingers stroking the slippery lips of my wet pussy.  His
mouth again claimed mine, his tongue fucking in and out.

  Behind me, a woman groaned loudly.  We stopped and listened. 
Her groans continued at regular intervals, each groan punctuated
by the sound of bodies slapping together.  "She's being fucked",
I whispered in Tyler's ear.

  "Do you recognize who she is?", He asked.

  "No.  But it doesn't matter."

  "Why not", he asked surprised.

  "Because every woman here tonight is going to be fucked.  The
only question is by whom and by how many cocks.  Maybe it's your
wife Adrian getting it.  If not, then she's somewhere else with
another man about to fuck her."

  I felt Tyler's cock lurch against me as my words obviously
excited him.  I spread my thighs wider to give his fingers more
access.  He pulled my panties aside and two fingers slide easily
into my slick sex hole.

  "I'm going to fuck you, Paula."

  "I know you are.  Fuck me like she's being fucked", I moaned in
his ear.

  I felt Tyler adjusting his cock at the entrance to my pussy. 
He wedged the swollen head into the fluted opening.

  "Are you ready for it", he asked, his cock head already one
inch inside my cunt.

  "Not yet.  Let me take off my panties so I can spread wider."

  From the darkness, we heard a male voice.  "Yeah, Man.  Let the
lady take off her panties so she can spread for it."

  I stuffed my panties into the waistband of my skirt, spread
wide open, and pressed my pussy against the hard cock.  "Now,
Honey!  Fuck Me!"

  "Like my cock, Honey?"

  "Mmmmmm..big...big and hard."

  "Your cunt feels warm..wet.. tight.  Just a moment."

  Tyler delayed fucking me to move down to his knees where he
pressed his lips against my cunt.  The tongue stabbed into me
causing my hips to rock from side to side.  I was moaning louder
now, almost as loud as the woman being fucked right behind us. 
He licked my clit faster.  I held his head tight against my sex
and thrust wildly against him.  My climax started deep inside my
vagina and spread causing my hips to dance out of control.

  "Oohhh fuckkk.. you're making me cummmmmmmmm."

  A woman somewhere to my right moaned, "oohhh god...that's so
wild and hot... make her cum, Stud... make her cum!"

  The woman right behind us screamed, "I'M CUMMING TOOO..."

  As my climax subsided, Tyler rose and pressed his cock back
into my opening.  "Now are your ready to be fucked?"

  "Oh Yes!  Put it in meeeeeeeeee", I moaned.  Other female moans
blended with my own.  We both heard someone say, "Listen to them.
 He's putting it in her now!"

  Tyler rammed forward and spiked my cunt with the full length of
his sex gun.  "OOohhh you're in me deeeeppp.."

  "What am I doing to you, Paula?"

  "You're FUCKING MEEEEEEE. SSOOOOO GOOD...  Fuck me...fuck
me...fuck meeeeeeeee!"

  From the far side of the basement:  "Oh shit.. that's Paula
getting fucked.  Man..give it to her."

  Tyler doubled his efforts, slamming his cock in and out of me
hitting the bottom of my hole on every thrust.  He was ramming me
so hard, my feet were almost coming off the floor when he drove
it in.  I began to cum again just as Tyler shot his load deep
inside my cunt.

  We both sank to the floor, exhausted from the strain of our
stand-up fuck.  It would have easier if Tyler had gotten me up
against a wall to fuck me.  Standing in the middle of the room
was strain for both of us.  We were both panting from the effort.

  The woman who was being fucked behind me must have already cum
and left with her partner because we heard nothing more from
them.  However, one of the other women in the room was now
cumming.  Her shrill screams and the grunts of her lover echoed
off the walls.  Like us, the exertion of their standing fuck
caused them to sink to the floor after they had cum.

  The couple fell across our legs as they dropped to the floor. 
When their panting slowed, they both mumbled an apology.  The
woman pulled herself up along side of me and felt in the darkness
to see if she was against a man or a woman.  When her hand ran up
my nylon-covered leg to my pussy, she had her answer.

  "God..wasn't that wild", she whispered near my head.

  "Incredible", I said as we both heard another woman somewhere
in the dark basement began to gasp as her lover's cock thudded
into her harder and harder.

  When we heard it, I whispered to the unknown woman, "I never
realized how hot it would be to fuck like this.  Totally dark,
can't see anything.. just listening to the moans of women cumming
and the grunts of men shooting cum into them."

  For ten minutes we laid on the carpeted floor of the dark
basement listening to couples fucking somewhere in the darkness.
Then I felt a male hand on my stomach and very quickly after
that, on my tits.  The woman beside me gasped.  "Someone's
feeling me up", she said.

  The male voice belonging to the hand on my tits said, "I don't
which one of them I have."

  The male working on te woman beside me said, "I don't think it
matters.  They both have hot wet cunts."

  I recognized Derrick Richardson's voice and speaking directly
into the woman's ear said, "The guy on you is Derrick Richardson.
 Who's on me?"

  "Brice, Brice Stotts", she said softly into my ear. "I'm Kay."

  "I'm Paula."

  "I figured you were.  I heard that guy tell everyone that you
were down here being fucked."

  "Let's get'em rolled over", Brice suggested.

  Derrick evidently agreed because he promptly rolled the other
woman onto her back while Brice turned me onto mine.  They pushed
us together, side-by-side.

  "Come on, Girls.  Lift your legs."

  As I pulled my legs up, bending my knees, I felt Kay doing the
same.  Once we had them up and back, our thighs were pressed
together.

  "OOhhh sooooo slutty... we're lying on our back in a dark
basement, legs up and spread, waiting for unseen men to fuck us."

  No sooner had she said it then I felt Brice's cock sliding into
my cum-filled pussy.  Kay's body moved sharply beside mine as her
pussy was suddenly stuffed full of hard cock.  The men began to
fuck us...slowly at first and then faster and harder.  Each time
their cocks thudded into the bottom of our cunts, we would gasp.
At first, our grunts were together, but then as the men fucked us
at different speeds, our moans and gasps became staggered.

  "Man this one's good", Brice announced to everyone in the
basement.  "Nothing like a hot, freshly fucked pussy."

  Excited by our cries, other women now in the room began to moan
as their lovers fucked them.  Kay panted and moaned, "Oohhhhhh,
he's cumming in meeeeeeeeeee...  I'm cummminggggg."

  Brice was right behind Derrick.  My cunt contracted in orgasm
when I felt his dick unloading inside me.
-------------------------------------

  I had long since lost track of my wife.  In fact, I hadn't seen
her since I saw her going to the basement with Dettmann.  Keeping
the food supplied to the guests and bringing up more wine from
the cellar was keeping me very busy.

  On one trip to the cellar, I saw Cora Schandel sitting alone in
the living room.  That surprised me to see any woman alone at a
party like this one.  When I got closer, I saw that she looked
very unhappy.

  I went over, sat down, and said softly, "Can I help?"

  Cora looked up, startled.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to be
such a party pooper; sitting here moping, feeling sorry for
myself during a party."

  "No need to apologize.  Is the problem Clint?  Your husband off
with another woman leaving you alone?"

  "Not really.  I knew he would be hitting on the other women. 
Your invitation warned us.  I just ...  I just... " , she finally
managed to finish:  "I just didn't think I would be left totally
alone."

  Cora was about 25 or 30 pounds overweight and unable to wear
the provocative clothes worn by the other, slimmer women at the
party.  She was letting her extra weight affect her entire
personality with the result that men didn't find her sexually
exciting.  I smiled at her, "What am I?  Swiss cheese?  You're
not alone.  I'm with you and doing my best to see up your skirt."

  Her head jerked up and looked at me.  She saw my eyes locked
onto her legs staring straight up her skirt.  "Unfortunately, I'm
not having as much luck as I had hoped to have when I came over."

  "You get off looking at fat thighs?" she asked.

  "I get off looking at a sexy woman's thighs.  I would love to
see yours.  Spread you legs a little."

  Her tongue came out and licked her lips.  Her face had
brightened somewhat and I thought she was breathing harder.  She
opened her legs a few inches.

  "Oh yes!  Delicious.  Are you wearing pantyhose or stockings?"

  She sighed.  "Pantyhose.  I'm too fat to wear stockings."

  I looked straight into her eyes.  "First, I like pantyhose.  I
have this small Swiss army knife..very sharp.  I'm going to use
it to slit the crotch of your pantyhose wide open leaving you
totally exposed for the rest of the night."  Her mouth opened
wide.

  "Second, once I have your pantyhose opened, I'm going to
explore every inch of your pussy and make you cum several times."
Her breathing was now much more rapid.

  "Third, after I've made you cum several times, I'm going to
fuck you... very hard and very deep with my 8-inch cock.  Until I
can't cum anymore."  Her hips began to move slowly on the couch.

  "Fourth, if I hear you say "fat" one more time, I'm going to
use my belt to whip your ass before I begin fucking you.  The
fact that you're a little overweight doesn't distract from the
fact that you're a hot, sexy woman whom I'm going to enjoy
ravishing.  Now open your legs so I can see your pussy!"

  Cora spread her legs as wide as she could.  Her hips were
grinding on the couch.  "Spread wider!  Get your legs up and
open."

  She pulled her legs up onto the couch and moved them as far
apart as she could.  Her heels pressed into the cushions of the
couch as she arched her hips and presented herself to me.  With
people all around, I ran fingers up and down the crotch of her
pantyhose, pressing deeply into her sex.

  "God.. you look so damn hot.  Feel my cock!"

  I moved closer so she could reach me.  Her hand wrapped around
my throbbing 8-inch shaft and she moaned.  "I'm turning you on
aren't I?  I've really got you hard and hot."

  "Yes.  Your hot body has me hard and hot.  Now you're going to
take care of my problem upstairs in one of the bedrooms.  Let's
go!"

  As I led Cora up the stairs, my hand under her dress on her
pussy, I noticed several men and a couple of the women watching
me play with her.  I stopped.  She looked at me questioningly. 
"The men are getting off watching me play with your cunt", I
explained.  She looked down the stairs and saw them.  I felt her
pussy throb under my hand.  By the time I got her into the
bedroom, she was panting in heat.

  I locked the door, and she asked me to turn off the lights.
"Hell no!  I want to see you when you cum.  I want to see my cock
sinking into your hot sexy body."  She quivered with excitement.

  Walking up behind her, I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to
the floor.  Her blouse soon followed, exposing her big tits.  I
unhooked her bra letting them swing free.  "OOhhh Man, what a hot
pair to tits!  God.. how big are they?"

  "38DD", she announced with some pride.

  "Damn!  I can't wait to get my cock between them.  Oh Fuck! You
really meant it when you said you were wearing pantyhose.  No
panties underneath.  Sooo damn hot.  I can see your cunt through
them."

  Now naked except for her pantyhose and heels, I pushed Cora
onto the bed on her back.  She put her arm over her tits and
closed her legs.

  "Don't conceal those hot tits, Honey.  Move your arm so I can
see them.  And keep your legs wide open so I can see your pussy
while I get my clothes off."  She threw her legs wide and cupped
both tits for me while I undressed.

  When I pulled my briefs down releasing my rock hard 8-inch
cock, she moaned.  I moved up beside her placing my cock near her
face.  "Feel it, Cora.  Feel what's going to be in your pussy
soon. Put your hand around it.  Feel how thick and hard it is. 
It's that way because I'm looking at your big hot tits and your
cunt."

  She was moaning as her hands explored it.  Her fingers traced
my cock ridge.  As she did it, my cock throbbed hard and precum
ran from the open tip.  "Ooohhhhh Myyyyyyyyyy...", she gasped.

  "Squeeze it, Cora.  Squeeze more precum from the tip."

  She did and was rewarded with another glob of thick liquid that
ran down over the head.

  "Please, can I suck it?  Please..."

  I put the head at her lips.  Her mouth opened wide and she took
me in like a woman starving.  She sucked 7 full inches into her
throat.  She gagged and pulled back.

  "Put it in as deep as you can until you begin to gag.  Then
stop.  Hold it there until the gag reflex subsides, then push in
more cock until you start to gag again.  Keep repeating this
until its in your throat.  That will be the end of gagging and
you can take all of it now matter how big the man is."

  She nodded and tried again.  As soon as she gagged, she stopped
and followed my instructions.  A minute or so later, she had my
cock all the way in, my balls resting on her chin.  She began to
suck.  In and out until I had to stop her before she made me cum.

  "Damn, Woman!  You're just too hot.  Can't take sucking like
that.  You're too good!"   Cora beamed, her body shuddering in a
small climax.

  "I think I just came", she gasped.

  "Forget it.  That one was too small to even count.  Just wait."
 She shuddered and quivered again.

  Getting off of her, I moved between her thighs with my trusty
Swiss army knife.  "Be very still, Baby.  I'm going to open you
up for fucking."

  She didn't move a muscle as I pulled her pantyhose away from
her pussy, inserted the knife blade, and slit the entire crotch
wide open.  Putting the knife away, I ripped the crotch out of
her pantyhose to expose the wet open sex hole beneath.  Her hips
thrust upward spontaneously when she felt herself exposed.

  Sliding down her body, I lowered my mouth to her cunt. 
Extending my tongue, I licked up the entire length of her slit,
from her anus to her clit.  Her hole throbbed.  Retreating back
to her anus, my tongue made the journey again... then again..
then again.. until her pussy was throbbing and Cora was moaning,
her hips arching and thrashing about on the bed.

  When her hands grasped her big tits and squeezed, her eyes
clenched shut, I moved right onto her clit and sucked it into my
mouth where my tongue thrashed up and down the pulsing shaft
until it began to swell... and swell..

  A tortured scream erupted from Cora lungs, her body rose up off
the bed until it was supported only by her heels and shoulders. 
Her cunt convulsed and throbbed...opening and closing...opening..
and closing... in repeated throbbing sexual spasms of orgasm.

  Finally, she collapsed to the bed, her legs gaping open, her
tits heaving, her lungs gasping for breath.  Her sex hole
continued to throb and pulse.  I let her rest for a minute and
then started over again.  She begged me to stop... It was too
sensitive... she just couldn't possibly take anymore right now...
"Please..please", she pleaded.

  Naturally, I ignored her completely.  Fastening my lips about
her clitoris, I sucked it hard into my mouth. Again and
again..suck .. release.. suck .. release..  until she was gasping
and hunching like a woman having a seizure.  Her cunthole
exploded again, whooshing air.. her juices spurted for the first
time in her life.

  I started again... she begged.. "OOhhhh stop..stop...AAAHHHH
PLEASE...STOP..STOP..."

  I pushed three fingers into her throbbing vagina.  Her tunnel
throbbed wildly about my fingers.  She continued to beg me to
stop..to let her rest..  I found her G-spot and began to rub and
flick it back and forth as my tongue lashed her erect, pulsing
clitoris.  The begging continued, but in a different vein:

  "OOOHHHHhh   UUNNNGGHHHH... DON'T STOP... PLEASE...DON'T STOP..
MAKE ME CUM AGAIN....OOOHHHHHHHHHH."

  Moments later, she exploded again.  This time her juices
spurted out even further and she lost control of her bladder.
While she was in throes of her intense climax, I mounted her
body, hooked my arms under her legs, and levered them up and back
to put her opening into fucking position.

  She realized that I was about to begin the fucking.  The
anticipation made her hips begin fucking motions before my cock
ever touched her pussy.  I waited until her motions slowed,
aligned my cock with the center of her cunt and drove the entire
length into her on the first thrust.

  Her legs shot straight out, rigid, her muscles taut.  Her toes
pointed.  Her hands squeezed her tits so hard I thought she might
bruise them.  Her cunt tunnel convulse in another throbbing
orgasm.

  I didn't begin the fuck motions.  Instead, I held the cock deep
inside her pussy, the head against her womb pushing it back to
make more room inside her hole.  I waited until her spasms
passed.  Finally, she opened her eyes and stared at me with
wonder.  I flexed my cock inside her hole.  Her hips hunched in
response.  Her mouth opened; she squeezed her tits harder.

  "You hot fuck Bitch.  You have to have the hottest cunt at the
party."  She moaned and her pussy throbbed around my cock.

  "You know I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you don't
you?  There's no way I'm letting a hot woman like you go until I
have had my fill of her body."

  "Ohhhh please... I can't wait.  fuck me... Take me..NOW!",  she
wailed.

  I began the fuck strokes...slowly as first.  Her ass rose as I
pulled out, trying desperately to keep me buried as deeply as
possible inside her love hole.  I picked up the pace.  Her hips
thrashed beneath me.  Saliva began to run from the corners of her
mouth as her tongue shot out and wagged in the air.  Soon I was
fucking her like a battering ram.  She screamed and came again.

  In the midst of her orgasm, I pulled out of her cunt.  Her
vagina gaped open, a huge oval hole in the center, her juices
bubbling out.  She moaned at the loss.  Sliding down her body, I
once more buried my mouth in her throbbing pussy and began to eat
her..licking her labia, her clit, tongue fucking the hole.. until
she was once more up in the air, only her shoulders and feet
touching the bed.  Moments later, another spastic contraction
convulsed her cunt.

  I mounted the moaning woman again and immediately fucked my
cock back into her cunt.  She surged upward as the the fucking
began again..this time with hard driving strokes to the very
bottom of her vagina.  Every time she came, I repeated the
cycle... fuck her.. she cums..  suck her clit..  she cums... over
and over.

  Almost an hour after we started, I whispered in her ear.  "I
need to cum now.  I can't possibly hold it any longer.  You're
just too damn hot.  Can I cum inside you?"

  Her arms flew around me.  She hugged me to her body as tightly
as she could, mashing her big tits against my chest.  Her legs
circled my hips, her feet locking behind my back.  She used her
legs to pull me into her pussy as deeply as she could.

  "Don't you dare pull that beautiful cock out of my cunt.  Cum
in me.  You can cum in me anytime.  I want all the cum you'll
give me in my cunt.  Shoot in meeee...CUM IN MY CUNT...SHOOT IT
IN NOW!!", she screamed.

  Moments later, after a day of anticipation of the party and
several hours of watching the men fucking all the women at the
party including my wife, my sex gun finally unloaded!  It was
probably the biggest load I have ever shot off.  Gush and gush of
cum fired into Cora's waiting cunt until the load filled all the
available space inside her and spurted out between her lips and
my surging cock shaft.  It seemed like I continued to empty into
her for a full minute.  Toward the end, I was probably shooting
blanks, but the hard pulsations continued even though the semen
had been exhausted.

  It was several minutes before she would release her hold on me
enough to allow me to roll off of her body.  She propped herself
up, looked at me and said,  "I have never ever been fucked like
that.  I didn't think it was possible for a man to fuck a woman
like that.  Thank you...thank you...thank you.."  She kissed me
softly and then harder.

  After a bit, she said.  "I'm going to go on a diet for real
this time.  I want to be a hot sexy woman for you to fuck anytime
you feel like you want to cum in me."

  I looked at her and smiled.  "Cora, if you lose weight, you
will look sexier.  More men will lust after you; try to get into
you.  But you will not be sexier.  You see, Looking Sexy and
Being Sexy are not the same things.  The hottest looking woman
here tonight might very well be a dead-ass fuck in bed.  There is
simply no way you are ever going to be any sexier than you
already are.  It's just not possible.  You can look sexier, but
you can't be sexier."

  She was quite for a moment.  "I'm going to set a target weight
for my diet and have some cosmetic surgery done that I've dreamed
about.  When I reach my target and every thing is done, I'm not
letting Clint or anyone else fuck me until you've had me.  Will
you be the first to fuck the new me?"

  "Just give me call, Cora.  I would love to fuck you."
--------------------------------------------------

  After checking on the arrangements for the midnight dinner, I
began to wander through the house looking for my wife.  When I
didn't find her, I decided to see if she was using the hot tub. 
Stepping out onto the deck, I saw her in the tub with 7 other
guests.  Everyone was laughing and seemed to be having a very
enjoyable time.

  Bert Kendall and Kirk Spenn had Paula sandwiched between them.
I saw that she was topless, a fact of which both Bert and Kirk
were taking full advantage.  Bert seemed to have taken possession
of Paula's right breast and Kirk her left.  My wife's head was
thrown back, her eyes closed, her body moving slowly back and
forth in the water.  She was obviously getting very turned on.

  The two other men in the tub, Raymond Rostron and Alvin Beachy,
had their arms over the shoulders of the two women beside them
who were occupying their full attention.  The other male in the
tub was Marcus Caselton.  His attention was fully on Paula and
the hands stroking her nipples and breasts.

  It seemed to me that the men must have been working on Paula
for some time.  Her body was undulating in the water, her breasts
rising and falling rapidly with her excitement.  Looking more
closely, I noticed that while Bert and Kirk were each fondling
one of Paula's breasts, their other hand was out of sight under
the water.  The motion of their arms made it clear that they were
working on Paula's pussy, probably finger fucking her.  I
wondered if she wore the bottom of her suit as she was supposed
to in the hot tub.

  "I think she's more than ready", I heard Bert say.

  Kirk leaned over and asked my wife, "Are you ready, Paula?"

  For an answer, my wife just moaned.  The two men rose and
helped Paula to her feet.  I saw that both Bert and Kirk had on
swim trucks, and my wife was wearing the bottom half of her
bikini.  However, instead of being up around her hips, it was
down around the top of her thighs.  She didn't bother to pull it
up as the three of them walked toward one of the dressing rooms
by the pool.  A moment later, Marcus climbed out of the hot tub
and followed them.  I watched until the door to the dressing room
shut behind the four of them.

--------------------------------------------------


  Elaine Shepperd was waiting for me in the kitchen when I
returned from the deck.  She looked a lot more disheveled than
she did when she had come to the party.  Her hair and make up
were both mussed, and her stockings seemed to be missing.

  "Do you know where Paula has been this evening?" she asked as
soon as I walked up.

  "Well, she was just in the hot tub a few minutes ago.  I think
she went out to one of the dressing rooms by the pool."

  "I'm not surprised", Elaine sneered.  "You know where she was
earlier this evening?"

  "I know she went to the basement with Tyler Dettmann, but
that's about all I know.  Why?"

  Elaine leaned closer and whispered, "She spent a lot of time
this evening fucking Preston.  I think he was banging her for
almost an hour."

  "Well, it is an adult party, Elaine."

  "I know that, but if your wife is going to fuck my husband,
then I want you to fuck me."

  "I'm really not into revenge fucking, Elaine.  I'm sorry."

  "I don't want revenge, Gordon.  I just want you to do it to me.
 I've wanted that for a long time.  Feel how wet I am."

  She pushed my hand beneath her skirt and moved it upward to her
pussy.  Not only were her stockings missing, so were her panties,
and it was dripping.  As my finger moved over her clitoris, I
whispered, "You seem to have lost your stockings and panties
somewhere this evening, Tricia."

  Her hips were undulating under my stroking finger.  "Lance
Bungart wanted me naked when he fucked me earlier.  I never did
find either my stockings or my panties.  Anyway, I think almost
every women here has lost her panties by this time.  I know your
wife doesn't have hers."

  "How do you know that?"

  "Because my husband has them in his pocket."

  "I think we should discuss further in the basement", I said
leading her toward the stairs.

  "Oh yes.. take me to the basement", she moaned.

------------------------

  When we got to the basement, I doubted that any of the couples
was dancing.  Although subdued, the moans of the women and the
grunts of the men fucking them filled the room.

  "Oh gawd.. listen to that.   That's so hot.  I can't see
anything, but I know that everybody is fucking", Elaine whispered
to me.

  Turning her toward me, I kissed her open lips, fucking her
mouth with my tongue.  As we ground our lips together, I pulled
the zipper of dress down.  When I pushed it off her shoulders, it
fell to the floor leaving her naked except of her heels.

  While I stripped Elaine, she was busy getting my pants and
briefs off.  I picked up our clothing and put it back the red
light at the exit so we could find our things later.

  My hand went to her cunt and clitoris; hers went to my rigid
cock.  For several minutes, I fingered her cum-drenched hole and
worked her clitoris in slow sensuous circles while she stroked my
hard cock.  When I moved Elaine back against the wall to give her
some support, her body pressed against that of another woman.

  An unseen male body was forcing the woman's hips back and forth
as he fucked her.  She moaned softly on every thrust.  "Oh gawd,
Gordon.  I'm pressed against another woman, and she's being
fucked right now."

  The woman heard Elaine and responded, "Ohhh yess...I'm being
fucked... sooo damn hard.. this is so wild."

  Our comments prompted the other couples in our basement to
speak.  Some women announced that they were getting it..others
said they were sucking or being finger fucked and were about to
get laid.

  All the sensuous sex talk had me hard as stone.  "I need to
fuck you now, Elaine.  Get on your hands and knees in doggie
position."

  Elaine got down on the carpet on all fours, keeping her hands
on the legs of the woman beside her so she would know where she
was.  The man fucking the woman instructed her to get down in
doggie position beside elaine.  This started a chain reaction,
and very quickly there were six naked women kneeling
side-by-side, heads on the carpet, knees pulled under their
bodies, with their asses high in the air.

  Elaine groaned as I sank my cock into her pussy.  The man
beside started fucking his woman.  One by one, the women
announced the entry of cock into their pussies by loud moans. 
Soon, six hard cocks were sliding back and forth inside six wet
cunts, but no one could see a thing.

  It was only a matter of time before one of the men suggested we
switch holes.   I pulled out of Elaine's pussy, moved a step or
two to my left, located the woman's ass and pussy with my hands,
and then pushed my hard cock into her.  The woman signed as it
sank into her depths.  Beside me, I heard Elaine groan loudly as
some other man was entering her.

  We switched several more times before the men began to cum, and
the women shrieked as they felt the cocks inside them jerking as
they shot cum deep inside their cunts. 
------------------------------------------------

  Promptly at midnight, everyone blew whistles and horns, and
celebrated the start of the new year in the usual manner.  The
only difference was that the traditional kisses at midnight were
often accompanied by fingers inside of the woman's pussy and her
hand wrapped around her partner's cock.

  Tables were set up in the dining and TV rooms, and Paula
announced that the midnight dinner was being served.  All the
guests were hungry from the activities of the previous four hours
and welcomed the arrival of dinner.  With a choice of prime rib,
several crown rib roasts, and turkey to choose from, everyone was
highly pleased.

  As the hour approached 1:30 AM, Paula informed some of the
wives that after dinner, the black bartenders and some of their
young black friends were being allowed to join the party.  Paula
had carefully selected all of these men.  They were uniformly
handsome, in their 20s except for Gary who was 18, and
well-endowed.  She asked the wives to pass the word to all the
other women present.

  At 1:30 AM, my wife began circulating discreetly among our
guests to see how many wished to spend the night, continue the
party, and have a breakfast/brunch with us in the morning around
10 AM.  Of the 15 couples invited, 7 decided to stay.  With four
upstairs bedrooms, the master bedroom downstairs, and sofa-beds
placed in the basement, den, and game room there were separate
accommodations for every one.  If all 15 couples had elected to
stay, we would have had to share bedrooms, but we really didn't
think anyone would have minded.

  After saying goodbye to all of the department guests, I
assembled those staying in the den.

  "Now to be fair", I began, "we're going to have each of the
women draw a slip of paper out of this bowl.  Each slip has a
room written on it, either master bedroom, upstairs bedrooms 1,
2, 3, or 4, the numbers are on the doors, den, basement, or game
room.  Since the basement will now serve as a bedroom, there will
be some light available, if desired.  The women will go to their
respective bedrooms, write their name on the sheet of paper taped
to the door, and go inside for rest of the night.  If any of you
wish to be alone so you can sleep, just remove your name from the
door and lock it."

  We now have 14 men, including the 8 husbands, our three
excellent bartenders, each of whom has been permitted to invite
one of his friends.  Gentlemen, I'm afraid that we do not have
any more bedrooms to assign you.  Each of you will just have to
sleep on one of the cots or try to persuade one of the women to
allow you to share her bed.  The women are restricted to their
own bedrooms, but the men are free to roam at will.  There will
be a dozen cots with bedding in the kitchen, living room, and
study that can be used by the men when they're ready to go to
sleep for the night."

  "Are their any questions?"

  Becky Fazio said, "Well, it looks to me like six of us are
going to have to share our beds with two men."  She giggled after
she said it.

  "Probably, but not necessarily.  The master bedroom will hold
four easily.  In any event, the hour is getting late.  If the
women will please draw a slip of paper from this bowl, we can all
get to sleep or whatever you wish.  Remember, each woman must
write her name on the door to her room unless she desires to be
alone for rest of the night"

  My wife drew the basement, and she did write "Paula" on the
sheet of paper at the top of the basement steps.
------------------------------------------------

  Many of the husbands were exhausted from having had sex with
several of the wives earlier in the evening.  They selected a cot
somewhere convenient and sacked out for the duration.  Some of
the husbands still thought they had some sexual energy left and
visited one of the wives.  I was too excited to sleep, so I
stayed awake and watched.

  While the husbands were exhausted, our young black bartenders,
Hank, Larry, and Jason, and their three invited friends, Gary,
Mark, and Fred, hadn't had any sex at all for the entire evening.
 Their "young guns" were primed and ready to fire who knows how
many cum bullets into our wives' white pussies.

  This was particularly true of Gary.  He was 18 and wild to fuck
any woman who moved.  His brother Jason had invited him as a Xmas
present.  I was absolutely certain that it was going to be the
nicest Xmas present he would ever get.

  After an hour or so, every husband was exhausted and asleep
somewhere in the house.  While they slept, Hank, Larry, Jason,
Gary, Mark, and Fred were busy visiting one wife after another. 
At breakfast the next morning, the men were somewhat recovered,
but the women were exhausted.

  I was helping the bartenders and their friends pack up all
their gear.  While they worked, they were comparing notes on our
wives.  They each seemed to have their own personal favorite. 
Larry and Fred thought Paula was the hottest chick they had ever
seen.  As Fred put it, "Man, when you got your dick in that hot
white pussy, it would just suck the load right out of your
balls."

  Jason asked his younger brother which one of the 8 women he
thought was the hottest.  "Eight, there were only seven."

  "No, there were eight."

  "Seven", Gary insisted.  "Adrian was in the master bedroom;
Gayle, Becky, Anita, and Sonia were in the four upstairs
bedrooms; Stacy was in the den, and Louise was in the game room.
That's seven, not eight."

  "What about Paula down in the basement?", Jason reminded him.

  "There was a woman in the basement?  Fuck!  I didn't know that.
 I never went down there."

  Both Larry and Fred said in unison, "Gary, you missed the
hottest piece of white ass you're ever gonna see."

  After all the gear was packed and stowed into their vans, Paula
paid them and said to let her know if they would be available for
the party next New Year's Eve.   I took her aside, told her about
Gary and his disappointment.

  My wife smiled at me and asked, "Would you mind having another
house guest tonight?  You will probably be in the guest bedroom."

  "I know, but you can leave the door to the master bedroom
open."

  Later, I watched as Paula invited Gary to stay the night and
make up for his lost opportunity on New Year's Eve.  Is anyone
surprised that he accepted?

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