I sat on the couch thinking I shouldn’t have had so much to drink. I didn’t know whose house I was in, but whoever lived there had thrown a great party. I had spent the night dancing, drinking, and generally having a good time. Now, however, it was getting late, and a lot of people had left. When Dan saw me on the couch he came over and sat next to me. I suppose one could say that Dan and I were dating. We had shared a chemistry class, and had ended up sleeping together within the first month we met. I wouldn’t have called us boyfriend and girlfriend; we were more like sex buddies. We hung out together, but mostly to have sex. He had heard about this party, and invited me along. We both knew what would be coming later, and I was looking forward to it. We had already done it once, earlier that afternoon in his apartment, but I knew we would do it again when we got back his place.
He kissed me, and we started making out on the couch. I felt his hand make its way along my inner thigh under my dress. I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra per his request. His fingers gently caressed the outer folds of my vagina getting me wet. He knew how to touch me, and he was getting me hot. I was kind of drunk, and didn’t care if anyone was looking our way, they would have known what Dan was doing to me. When I finally did see a guy or two peeking at us, I assumed they had got an eye full.
“I want to see you do another guy,” I heard Dan whisper in my ear.
My wife Joyce and I have what we believe is a unique lifestyle. I know there are a lot of wife sharing stories on the web, but I believe this is the only one that really happened. Many guys and some gals fantasize about doing it, but Joyce and I really did.
It all started during our sixth year of marriage Joyce began talking about how she thought it would be fun if we invited another man into our bed.
I was a bit put off by the idea but over a period of about three months Joyce convinced me that it would be exciting and it would freshen up our sex life. Finally I consented to try out her fantasy. In reality she had me excited about seeing her getting fucked by another man and I think I was looking forward to the experience as she was.
We discussed who we could invite and immediate ruled our friends. Finally we decided to see if she could find someone in one of the local bars. I wanted a guy that I didn’t know because I didn’t want him lording it over me that he’d boinked my wife. I think Joyce had a certain type in mind to, so I told her to go looking.
I was sitting in my living room one evening in late April with three of my girlfriends; Janet, Diane, and Karen. It was late and while it might not seem all that unusual for four girls to be spending an evening talking, it might seem so if I were to tell you that we were all completely nude.
Our little group gets together like this at one of our homes about once a month, and it might tell you a bit more about it if I were to tell you that we were all Bisexual as well. Our monthly party always starts with all of us meeting for drinks at the house of the month. We are all dressed to kill, but that is not where it stops. After a drink or two it is time for the entertainment. The hostess is supposed to get things going, so it was my turn to take off my dress first, and then the others follow suit. We all try to outdo each other with the sexy lingerie that we wear. A few minutes of looking each other over follows this, and then the hostess has to do a striptease for the others.
By the time she, or me in this case, is nude, the others have started getting quite close to each other. The stripper then has to go around, and use her oral talents on the other three pussies in the room. Soon, we are all quite nude, and a real Lesbian orgy follows. We had just finished that when our talking started this time.
It was a week after my 18th birthday that I met Davis. He was 20 years old and at college. He had taken me out a few times and we had sex in the back of his car, twice. He said that he would like to do it in comfort and invited me back to his Frat house. I had really enjoyed sex with Davis, he was considerate, kind and a good lover. I was completely besotted with him and would do whatever he asked of me.
On the evening we where to go to his Frat house, Davis had asked me to wear a very short mini skirt and a small top that would show my bare midriff. We arrived at the Frat house and I really didn’t know what to expect. I was very embarrassed as we walked through the main lounge. There where lots of guys there and they were all staring at me. Some of them gave wolf whistles. Davis shouted hello to some of them as he escorted me straight through them and up the stairs to his room.