Most male halves of couples try to keep single guys away from parties and clubs where they try to get their cocks into as many women as possible. However keeping a bunch of guys away from a romper room full of wet, naked, horny cunts and lips willing to wrap themselves around a nice long cock is a losing challenge once they get in the door. Women publicly agree with their men about keeping them out, but more for show. To a single guy, swingers are the greatest, a guaranteed fuck and blow job, often as many as you can handle in one night. No dinners or gifts to buy, no drama, complications, nor committments. Truth be known, married and committed women actually enjoy these single guys. Once a woman starts enjoying the fun of many cocks, and two or even three at once, she is pretty much on a mission to keep doing it. Cindy was.
One of my early rules had been: “No Single Guys”. Cindy seemed to go along with it. On my part, it was ok to let some guy fuck my wife knowing that I was fucking his. But, Cindy realized that adding an extra cock or two or more really increased the chance for one or more big Os. Occasionally she might want to take on as many as she could handle, just for fun. After a while, I gave up on the anxiety and jealousy I felt watching someone else’s cock thrusting into her and yielded to the excitement and turn on of watching that cock glisten with her pussy juices, then watching the cum oozing from between the now puffy lips of her cunt.
I realized I couldn’t keep up with demand, and I enjoyed the benefit of being able to fuck more women than I ever could otherwise. I fucked more than a few women, where the husband was lying next to her, having her suck his cock while watching my cock pumping in and out of his wife, or he might watch while fondling her tits while she was sucking on another cock, then after her mouth had received a large reuption of cum, he might make out with her with full knowledge of where his wife’s lips had been and what was probably still on those lips. Soon another cock would approach her mouth and she would break off making out with her husband to stick that new cock into her mouth. And when I had cum and pulled out, another guy would be crawling up and sticking his cock into her cunt. When a guy could deal with watching his wife do that, life became good for both of them.
I never could kiss or make out with Cindy, if I suspected or knew that cum was in her mouth or on her lips, but otherwise, I enjoyed fucking her while she sucked on another cock and I enjoyed her sucking on my cock while another cock was thrusting into her pussy.
These single guys, whose cum would soon be filling Cindy’s mouth and cunt and making her tits, pussy, belly, lips and face glisten and sticky to the touch slipped into swinger clubs after the party was going full bore when the husbands were finishing fucking their third one of the night and rolled over from exhaustion while the women were still fresh and ready to play. In private parties, they are the tennis pros, the personal trainers, pool and yard maintenance guys. They are the regulars at local bars frequented by women lured by free drinks. After happy hour, they pick up the bar tabs for quick feels and wet fingers. At closing time when girls are a bit upset by the size of the bar tabs and the alcohol has taken it’s toll, these regulars negotiate for something more in the parking lot. Cindy had told me about that, alledgedly she got her drink tabs picked up that way only before we married and only a few times. Using the word “few” was a way of avoiding telling me the extent of her sexual activities, such as she had only given a “few” blow jobs, only fucked a “few” guys from that waterside bar, only been a “few” times to that motel across the street where they seemed to know her by name. Maybe these guys are a little better looking, have larger cocks, buffer bodies, a bit younger. They have a smoothness, a non threatening manner.
Cindy was oblivious to where these extra guys came from or of her own responsibility to bring new cocks to the party. Guys approached her with very little conversation, maybe not even an exchange of first names. He might caress her breast, or kiss her, or rub her pussy. She would rub his cock, a gesture to say: “Lets go fuck”. In a party room, Cindy might simply have her ass up in the air or be on her back, legs spread open, and a guy walks or crawls up and sticks his cock into her already wet and often cum filled pussy. After he came, there might be a thank you or so but that is it. As people socialized later, neither might remember who was who, who fucked who and certainly no one remembers who is married and came with their spouse or not. And in fact, many single guys would not stick around for coffee and cookies, lest all the husbands become aware of how many single guys really had been there.
I knew that she was doing a lot more men than I women, but it didn’t matter anymore whether that cum on her face, body and dripping on the floor from between her legs came from the husband of some chick I had fucked or a single guy. It didn’t matter whether it was the first time he had ejaculated onto her tongue or splattered the walls of her vagina or whether that cock had parted her lips and lubricated her with his cum many times at many parties. Cindy sure as hell didn’t care. She did have her favorite lovers, the ones who made sure she got her O and especially the ones who went down on her even when the cum of prior ejaculations were in on and around the lips of her pussy and even on the clit being flicked by their tongues. She tried to make sure they got taken care of, but at times, she liked to try something new, especially if it was cute, had a nice body and a larger than average cock taht was capable of getting rock hard. The more fucking and sucking she did, the greater likelihood, I would have some free time after exhausting myself to watch her in action. It was usually the highlight of my evening.
She started getting pressure to find and bring an extra “friend”.. or two. She found it harder asking a guy if he wanted to come to a party, fuck her and some of her girlfriends, than making small talk with him while he rubbed his finger on her clit or nipples. She had a lot of experience allowing a guy to touch her sexually, even actually sticking his cock in her mouth or pussy without talking, but asking for sex was new and somewhat uncomfortable.
We had regular friends with whom the subject of swinging had come up, and some of those guys would have been thrilled at the chance to fuck Cindy, but their wives were not into swinging, so she did not want to approach them. She would have to go back to the club world, to find a partyfavor fuckbuddy.
Whatever she wore that night at her old hangout wasn’t much and it did not involve underwear. She had asked a girlfriend to join her for support, and had at least two strong drinks to start. She began chatting with a guy named Jim. He bought her a drink, a dance followed, a few of Cindy’s body parts were touched, rubbed,and or carressed. When you don’t wear panties, one area in particular becomes a focus of attention.
Now lured by a feel of her wet uncovered pussy, Cindy found it easy to get him out on the deck away from the music and loud conversation where she delivered her short but well rehearsed speech, saying: “Do you want to fuck me?”.
Those conversations finish quickly.
She would call him when a party was organized but that there would be no playing on the side until the party. He did play with her pussy a little more in hopes of changing that idea, offering her another drink, a double. She enjoyed both the drink and the clit rubbing and admitted to briefly considering doing him then and there. Ok, she did stroke his cock a bit to get a feel for it’s size when aroused, concluding that he would not embarass her and disappoint the other ladies. In fact, she felt that if they ever had an awards ceremony for finest cock brought to a party, she felt she would have been in the running. I’m not sure I needed to know that but when half toasted, Cindy often felt compelled to tell me everything. Then she had another drink and another, then called me to come pick her up at the bar rather than drive home. We had a deal in these situations, no questions and no criticism. So I didn’t ask her about the no panties thing. But, still under the influence of the vodka, she told me the story of that night. I asked her whether or not she had rubbed his cock over his pants or whether she had pulled his zipper down to get closer and more personal. She said that, he had buttons not a zipper and that I was not supposed to ask questions. I couldn’t help myself.
“Boxers or briefs?”
“Neither…. Now stop it”
At some later point, for no apparent reason, she did tell me how much better buttons were on men’s pants when you want to take a cock out and play with it.
“No painful snagging possibility for either the hand, nor the cock,”
She paused for a sec, laughed, then added: “nor the lips and tongue.”
I guess I had my answer without ever asking the question.
It was about ten on party night when Jim arrived and announced himself as a friend of Cindy’s. He was nice looking, well spoken, and the hostess quickly brought him in, offered a drink, showed him around and guided him to a bedroom. He had said a quick “Hi” to Cindy exchanging pecks on the cheek, and we had shaken hands.
Aside from what she had told me, I knew a few more things about Jim.
First, within a short while, after the hostess was done, Cindy’s lips would be wrapped around his cock, her tongue working it’s magic and soon thereafter his cum would be mixing with her lipstick, and seeping out of her cunt, much of it probably for the second time, and certainly not for the last time.
Secondly, when we got home, and had that final fuck, I would feel his cum along with others’ still pooled inside Cindy and sticking to the inside of her thighs. In time, I would get to watch his cock penetrate her, her back arching as he went in, her head tilting back, her mouth opening as if gasping for air. her hands cupping her own breasts, her thumb and forefinger aggresively rubbing her hard and erect nipples. I would play and replay that scene and many others in my mind over many years.
Cindy got major points for introducing Jim to our circle of friends, and later for introducing a couple of Jim’s friends. It seems that good looking guys with big cocks seem to have a lot of good looking friends with big cocks.
She had gotten pretty good with getting guys to come to parties. But, if you are a cute girl, go to a bar wearing a short skirt, make sure the guy knows your pussy is exposed, wet and touchable to get his attention and say: “Wanna fuck?” How hard can it be?
She called it going hunting, and every so often she would tell me that a girlfriend and her were going “hunting”.