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The Vanilla Party

I never thought I would be one to write in like this, but my wife and I just had a fabulous experience and I wanted to share it with all of your readers. We were hosting a dinner party with some vanilla friends of ours. Plenty of good food, lots of drinks, the music was kickin, and everyone was feeling pretty good ? when my wife whispered in my ear that she had just gotten a message from some very sexy new friends we had met the previous weekend. They were at a concert in the neighborhood, and should we invite them over to join the party? I guess we had enough to drink, because it seemed like a good idea (but I had no idea just how good an idea it was at the time).

So our new friends arrived, and almost immediately the sexual tension started to ratchet up. At first, it was only an ?innocent? brush as R was reaching for her drink, or my wife making an excuse to slide past S to get to the sink. But pretty soon it seemed like every time our vanilla friends turned their back, R was groping me or S was groping my wife. My head was spinning ? would our vanilla friends notice that S and my wife were gone far longer than it should take to go down to the basement bar for another drink ? or that her hair was quite disheveled upon their return? I kept pouring more drinks for our vanilla friends, hoping to blur their memories. But as we continued to drink and dance, our sexy friends became bolder. Now I was behind R, pinning her to the kitchen counter while she did a sexy bump and grind, working her fabulous ass against my crotch. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife spin in S?s arms and give him a kiss that left no doubt as to where this was going ? they only barely broke their embrace before one of the vanillas cruised back through the kitchen saying ?great party? as they grabbed more snacks ? and I thought lustily about grabbing a handful of R?s hair.

Now R was dancing with my wife ? what is it about two drunk girls getting a frisky on the dance floor? Now our vanilla friends couldn?t help but notice ? the girls were practically tearing each other?s clothes off. One of our vanilla friends (a confirmed lesbian) stopped in her tracks and stared open-mouthed. As she tore her eyes away from the scene, she said ?I?m not sure what?s going on there, but it?s HOT.? I couldn?t help but agree. Finally, the drinks that I had been steadily feeding our vanilla friends began to have the desired result. One by one, they proclaimed exhaustion, and I led them each to a spare bedroom to sleep it off. When I returned to the kitchen, S and my wife were nowhere to be seen. I only had a second to consider that, though, as R moved towards me. Her eyes were intent and focused as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth greedily to hers. We remained like that several minutes, our tongues probing each other?s hungry mouths, our hands roaming over each other?s bodies ? exploring and anticipating. R broke our kiss and let her lips slide to my neck, chewing her way back up to my ear.

As my knees trembled, I felt her reach for my belt and deftly unbuckle it, reaching inside the waistband of my jeans and tugging on my ever hardening cock. I glanced to the stairwell, knowing that if any of our vanilla friends decided to venture to the kitchen for a late-night snack our position would be compromising ? to say the least. I allowed the danger to fuel me as I pressed my hips into R, trapping my now hard cock between us and slowly rubbing up and down, feeling her pelvis and her pubic mound through her jeans. I suggested that we join our spouses in the basement and she quickly agreed and grasping my hand led the way. My wife had already dimmed the lights and turned on the music and was in the process of slowly undressing S in a sexy reverse striptease as Usher played in the background. R and I began to kiss again, our hands roaming even more freely as I massaged her breast with one hand and let the other slide between her thighs, rubbing her sex through her jeans.

I caught my wife?s eye for a moment, long enough for us to assure each other wordlessly that we were both enjoying ourselves. ?You should get the play bag? she said, and I nodded in agreement. As I pulled myself from R?s embrace, she looked momentarily like a kid having her candy taken away. I steered R between her husband and my wife, and as I withdrew they were locked in a passionate three-way French kiss. I adjusted my clothes and crept slowly up the two flights of stairs to our bedroom, pausing at the door of each of the guest rooms to see if I could hear any sounds of movement. Light snoring emanated from behind one door, and the rest of the floor was silent. I retrieved the play bag from our bedroom and returned to the basement as quietly as I could. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I was greeted by the sight of my lovely wife (now topless) pinned between R (who was also topless) and S (who was pantless) as the three of them ground together in perfect rhythm. I watched silently for a moment until R looked up and noticed me, beckoning me to join them.

As I stepped towards them, R broke away from my wife and her husband and slipped back into my arms. She complained playfully that she had already unbuckled my belt once and to prevent me refastening it slid my jeans and briefs to the floor and allowed me to step out of them. As R rose from her crouch, she slid her tongue up the inside of my right thigh and raked her nails down the back of my left leg, sending shivers through me again. R stroked my cock as she chewed on my left nipple, pushing me slowly backwards and into my recliner, dropping to her knees as she did so and taking my cock into her mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the delicious feeling of her tongue alternating between my balls and my shaft. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that my wife had pulled S to the floor and was enthusiastically working on his cock. I smiled, both for the pleasure I was receiving and for the look of ecstasy on S?s face ? as my wife is a very talented cocksucker. A few minutes later R excused herself to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to retrieve a couple of blankets and spread them on the floor as a makeshift bed.

My wife laid back on one of the blankets and pulled S on top of her. I reached into the play bag and passed S a condom. He smiled, opened the package and sheathed his own cock. He was substantial, and I knew how much my wife was going to enjoy this. I settled onto the other blanket to watch as he slowly pressed himself into her wetness. By now, R had returned to my side and we watched together silently as S and my wife steadily picked up speed. R pushed me onto my back and slid on top of me in a sixty nine. As R?s legs parted, I began to run my tongue up and down her soft pussy lips, savoring her dripping pussy as she worked more and more of my cock enthusiastically into her throat. As R ground down on my face, I settled into alternately nibbling her now swollen clit with my lips and flicking it with my tongue. R was coating my cock with her spit as she rubbed my balls between her fingers. I pulled R?s clit into my lips causing her to gasp and momentarily pull off my cock. She jerked my cock violently with her right hand as she watched the action beside us.

My wife was on her knees now, head down, her right hand furiously working her own clit as S fucked her hard from behind. She cried out as the first wave of pleasure ripped through her body, then bit down on her left hand to muffle her own screams. S fingered my wife?s asshole as he continued to pound into her.

?I need to fuck you? I growled to R, and she gleefully agreed, throwing herself onto her back and spreading her legs. I paused only long enough to grab a condom for myself, and then lowered myself onto R. I held my body above hers, watching her face contort with pleasure as I slowly eased inch after inch of my rock-hard cock into her. He legs went up like flagpoles as I buried myself to the hilt. R wrapped her legs around my back and pulled herself into me with a fury unexpected from her tiny frame.

As she bucked into me, I began to fuck R hard, intent, it seemed, at drilling her into the floor. She chewed my ear and begged me to fuck her even harder. I was only dimly aware as S grunted his release, and he and my wife panted together, both gasping for breath. After a moment of recovery, my wife crawled over to where R and I had continued our steady fuck and covered R?s mouth briefly with her own, before tracing kisses down R?s neck and body until she found R?s right nipple. As my wife bit down on R?s tender nipple, R?s back arched and she gasped her surprise. Her gasps quickly turned to moans as my wife alternately chewed R?s nipple then flicked it teasingly with her tongue. I leaned back, pulling R with me, my cock still buried in wet, tight pussy. Now I was on my back, R bouncing furiously on my cock, intent on extracting every bit of pleasure she could. My wife continued to lavish her attention on R?s nipples as S rejoined the action. He tilted his wife?s face up to his own and kissed her deeply while I bucked my hips and continued to thrust into her. Then S bent further down and pulled my wife?s lips off R?s nipple. S kissed my wife with the same intensity as he had kissed his own.

S and my wife rolled off to the side and continued to make out while R bounced happily on my cock, emitting tiny squeaks of pleasure as she did so. Then we changed again, me drilling R from behind. My wife reached over and helpfully worked R?s clit while I continued pounding R?s tight pussy. R suddenly pulled off of my cock, rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and beckoned me back to her. S and my wife slipped out of the room as I fucked R again, driving my cock home with all the energy I could muster. We fucked like that for another ten minutes, R?s legs wrapped around my back, her arms around my neck, unintelligible grunts and groans of encouragement escaping her body until we fell together, totally spent. I held still, cock still inside her, as R?s breathing slowed. Murmured thank yous escaped our lips as we slipped apart and located our clothes. We joined our spouses upstairs and we all made small talk as we basked in the glow of the previous two hours. Our sexy new friends left for home, and my wife and I waved them into the early morning twilight as they departed. That was two days ago, and as I finished this letter, my wife walked into the room with a mischievous smile on her face and said ?Guess who just messaged me?? but I?ll save that story for my next letter. -DKandMike

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