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Being the party entertainment

Before I tell you this story, you need to understand that my wife and I have been married a long time (over 30 years) and in the lifestyle for about 20 of those years. We first started out as a Stag/Vixen couple because I had enjoyed plenty of time (and energy) sowing my wild oats, but prior to us getting together, she had only ever had three lovers and none of them ranked as “great.” The guy who took her virginity was probably the best of the three and that was only because 1) he was her first, 2) he was almost five years her senior (she was 18 at the time) and 3) his “use her” attitude fit with her mildly submissive tendencies. They didn’t last because he very much liked to play the field, gave her an STD and then kicked her to the curb. Once she was treated and sexually clean, she was very careful and not in a hurry to rush into another sexual relationship. The next two guys were both long time boyfriends. One was pretty selfish and the other had a little dick (her words). Then we met… started dating… became a couple, etc. After we got married and she had shared all of her history with me, I commented on how it was a shame she hadn’t enjoyed sexual play in a more expanded fashion.

As our conversations went on, I realized that she had curiosities she was hesitant to express. They weren’t things I could help her with by myself. For instance, I couldn’t be two men. I couldn’t be a black man. I couldn’t gangbang her… not by myself. But I also began to realize that the idea of her letting go to her sexual self… to being a slut… to just enjoying sex for the pure pleasure of sex and enjoying the new experiences - thinking of her that way turned me on. When I shared that with her she was originally disbelieving. The disbelief moved gradually into suspicion (was I just saying she could play with other men so I could play with other women?) and then into a small amount of shock.

Once she got passed all that she wanted to know how I thought we could go about finding her a playmate, or playmates, to help her fulfill some of her fantasies and answer some of her curiosities. Like so many other couples, we got on some adult dating sites, and started learning about the lifestyle scene in our area. We met a few men over lunch and she found one she felt she’d be interested in playing with. The first time was an experiment: would it have a positive or negative impact on our marriage? She told me point blank that she couldn’t handle the idea of me watching. She’d be too nervous. So she went on a brunch date and then went back to the man’s place. A couple hours later she texted to let me know she was on her way home. As she showered she told me it had been good but not great and then we had some of the best sex we’d had in years.

The years passed and our sexual adventures grew. She enjoyed a couple other playmates, had her first MFM threesome with me and another man and we began swapping / playing in groups as a couple. About five years into her being shared she found the idea of watching me with another woman intriguing and we made that happen at a hotel party one night. After that she was happy to watch me with another woman, most particularly if the woman’s husband was taking care of her at the same time.

One of the things my wife discovered she enjoyed was being restrained. She liked being tied up but was always had to have a way out if we were alone. Her outlook was that she didn’t want to be trapped if (god forbid) I had a heart attack or something in the middle of our play (there was a horror book written about such and she just HAD to read it, right?) But when we were at parties where there were plenty of people around, she discovered her enjoyment of being blindfolded and restrained, pleasured and used without knowing who it was. At one hotel party she asked me to secure her naked to a St. Andrew’s Cross and blindfold her - and then she agreed that I could have anyone do anything I wanted until or unless she said her safe word. She never did and was quite shocked at the end of the night to find out that about 20 different men and women had either felt her up, tasted her or fucked her. At a different hotel party she asked me to tie her spread eagle on the bed, blindfold her, and then just leave the door open. About six different men used her that night. She said it was the most used her pussy ever felt the next morning.

Then came the night I wanted to actually tell you about. We attended a house party with a new group of folks, few of whom we’d ever met before. When we arrived at the address we were impressed to see a large home with a well manicured lawn, plenty of parking and well lit. We were greeted at the door by a beautiful redhead wearing a skin-tight barely-there black dress that was designed so it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. The hostess, whose name was Dawn, took us into the living room where we were introduced to more people than names I could remember. The variety of couples was plentiful. There were white, black, Asian and more. There were no single men but several single women (I later found out the group catered to bi-sexual women most of the time.) After about a half hour of mingling and getting drinks, a formal “welcome to our house,” type of speech was given and a tour of the house’s available spaces was led by Dawn’s husband, Rich.

He showed us around to the private pool and hot tub outside, the large play room in the basement (imagine a floor with six kind sizes mattresses on it), several bedrooms that had various sizes of beds, a BDSM room (there was that St. Andrew’s Cross again) and the guest bathroom where we were all free to use the shower if we wanted. It was big enough that we could have used it six at a time and I remember thinking that at some point there’d be more than one couple in that shower.

When we all got back to the living room, Dawn announced it was time to submit for the raffle. It was explained that any woman who wanted to participate could write their name on a small sheet of paper, fold or crumple it and put it in a bowl. After everyone who was interested had done so, a name would be pulled and that woman would be the party entertainment. Nothing further was explained. When my wife (Dana) was trying to decide whether or not she should put her name in, she asked several of the other women questions about what being the entertainment entailed. None would answer her. The response was, “One of the secrets of the party is that the only way you find out what the entertainment is, is to either be the entertainment or watch it. It’s nothing bad, it’s a lot of fun and every woman should enjoy it at least once.” Dana asked me what I thought she should do and I said she should do what she wanted - as I have always said to her. Slightly nervous, she took the chance, put her name on a piece of paper and dropped it crumpled into the bowl.

It’s worth mentioning that there were about 30 couples in attendance and maybe another half dozen single women. All but a few of the women put their name in the bowl as far as I could tell - so about 30 women. By then it was about 8:45pm and Dawn announced that the party would “officially commence” at nine. She shook the bowl up, stirred around the papers with her hand, and then held the bowl up for Rich to pick a name. He pulled out a crumpled paper, opened it, read it, and then looked around to find Dana. “Dana,” he said with a smile while looking at her.

My wife, quite nervously, asked, “Okay… so what do I have to do to be the entertainment?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Dawn said with a grin, walking over to us. “We’ll take you through it step by step.” She took my wife’s hand and began to lead her away. As I began to follow Dawn told me to stay put. She didn’t want the entertainment ruined for me and she was sure I’d want to enjoy it too.

I heard another woman mutter, “Lucky girl,” as Dana was led away. Rich came over to me with a smile. Lifted his drink as if to toast me and then gave me a small idea of what was up.

“I hope you enjoy seeing Dana with other men,” he said with a grin. “And women,” added. “As the party entertainment she’ll be made available to any and all who want to enjoy her until such time as she’s decided she’s had enough.”

“How’s that happen?” I asked. In my head I was remembering her strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross as I invited anyone who caught my eye to feel, finger, taste or fuck her.

“You’ll see,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye. “But I’ll tell you this, I can’t wait to enjoy her.”

At exactly nine pm, Dawn came back into the room, clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention and then said, “Let the party begin! The entertainment is in place. Enjoy when you find her and as you see fit!”

As I looked around, expecting a rush of people to go find “the entertainment,” I realized that no one was. Folks continued to drink and mingle and, as time went by, couples - not necessarily husband and wife (no surprise at a swingers’ party) drifted out of the living room either up or down the stairs toward their chosen play area. I was approached by a curvy brunette named Lydia who asked me if I’d be interested in a swim. As much as I was curious as what was going on with Dana, the thought of seeing Lydia naked and hoping that the “swim” would lead to other fun things was quite attractive. I said sure and let her lead me out to the back yard. Once we got to the pool she started stripping and I did the same. Soon we were swimming and frolicking which led to kissing and caressing.

Lydia’s pussy was smooth shaven - different from my Dana’s carefully trimmed but never shaven muff - and seemed constantly wet. It was slick, even in the pool. Her chest looked to be a healthy D-cup and the cool pool water kept her nipples extra perky. It wasn’t long before she asked me if I enjoyed eating pussy and I replied with an enthusiastic yes. With that, she got out of the pool but only enough to sit on the edge, her legs spread and me just about face level with her sex. “Would you mind?” She asked, looking down at me with a grin. I was happy to and dove (not literally) into her tasty womanhood. She was very sensitive and very responsive, not to mention very vocal, so by the time I’d eaten and fingered her through her first couple orgasms we had an audience around us. When she came down from her third orgasm she opened her eyes, smiled at me, said, “You’re quite good at that. Can I have a turn?”

I wasn’t about to argue and switched places with her. Our audience of about three couples (none of them married to each other and all of them naked) watched as Lydia vacuumed in my semi-erect cock. With one hand massaging my balls and the other holding my shaft at the base, she licked and sucked me with a hunger that made me believe cum was her favorite desert. As odd as it is for a swinger, I’ve never been great at public performances and that helped me prolong my orgasm. It was about 20 minutes later than I finally felt my climax approaching and as I felt it begin I gave Lydia fair warning. “Ummm… you’re gonna make me cum!”

A female voice off to one side said, “Don’t let any get in the pool, Lydia!” And I realized it was Dawn. Lydia made sure of that, sucking my cock deep and bobbing shallow as she took ever drop of my cum, massaging my balls and stroking my shaft as best she could. When I’d finished shooting my load Lydia looked up at me with a smile in her eyes and swallowed hard… twice.

“Thank you,” she said, still stroking my slowly wilting cock.

“No,” I replied. “THANK YOU! That was one of the best orgasms and close to the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

“I’ve been told I’m pretty good at them,” she said, still grinning and still stroking. A few strokes later she released my manhood, grabbed my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She gave me a hug, a deep passionate kiss and then said, “Time for me to go find another playmate. Nice to meet you!” With that she swam away and exited the pool. As she did I heard a splash behind me and turned to find Dawn swimming over.

She swam up close, reached out to fondle my cock and said, “I guess I’ll have to wait until you recover to take my turn.”

“Sorry,” I replied. “I’d pop back up instantly if I could!”

“Most men would,” she giggled, still fondling my equipment. I let my hands find her hips and began exploring from there. Without releasing my length she turned her back to me and backed up against me. She rubbed my cock between the cheeks of her ass, wiggling it as she did so, and sighing when my hands found her chest. I gently squeezed them, pinching and pulling her nipples at the end of each caress. The touch made her moan and I felt a throb in my groin that meant I’d soon be ready again.

“I imagine,” she said without turning around or looking at me, “that you’re kind of curious what Dana is doing as the party entertainment?”

“Not kind of,” I replied. “Very.”

Pulling away, but still not letting go of my cock, Dawn said, “Okay. Come on. I’ll show you.” I followed her over to the steps of the pool where she led me out by my growing erection. She let go so we could towel dry and then she took my hand to lead me into the house.

I have to say, I make it a point to not take nudity for granted and walking along, holding the hand of a gorgeously built, obviously sexually hungry female was something I had to take a moment to enjoy. While I was curious to see what my wife was up to (going down on?) the larger part of my brain was wondering what I was going to enjoy with Dawn whenever I found out.

Dawn led me through the living room, through the kitchen and to a back flight of stairs. Up the stairs we went, me all but drooling as I watched her sexy ass swish back and forth up the stairs right at my face level. In the upstairs hallway she took my hand again and we went about half way down the hall. From around the corner, through an open bedroom door, I could hear the sounds of a couple fucking - the slap of bodies together - and moans I could easily recognize as my wife’s. Dawn stopped us there and turned to me.

“Before we go in there,” she said, semi seriously, “I want you to remember that she agreed to this and expressed her desire for it. Nothing is being done to her that she doesn’t like or isn’t at least willing to tolerate. There’s a man named Dave in the corner fully dressed and his only purpose is to insure that if she says her safe word, everything stops and she’s immediately released.”

“Released?” I asked.

“You’ll understand momentarily,” she replied. “We good?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” I said. My heart was hammering in my chest. What could be going on in this room that would require such a warning? I found out about five second later. Dawn took my hand again and led me through the doorway. As we went, Dana’s moans were muffled and I could recognize that sound to. It was what she sounded like when she was sucking cock while being fucked. What I saw not only surprised me but gave an immediate rise to my equipment.

In the middle of the room was a twin bed and Dana was across it sideways. Her head was all but hanging off one side while her butt was right on the edge of the other side. She was blindfolded and, as I thought, had a mouthful of cock. It wasn’t so much that she was sucking it though, as much as it was the man was fucking her mouth. He had a handful of hair on top of her head and was holding her in place while he thrust his hips back and forth. As I looked at more of the scene I realized she could do nothing about it. There was a strap that wrapped over her torso, just below her chest, holding her down onto the bed. Her wrists were in leather bindings, each tied down and out to the far corners of the bed. She could barely curl her arms if she tried. Another strap crossed over her waist, just over her belly button and also held her down onto the bed. Her ankles were secured in a spreader bar that was at full extension, forcing her legs apart. Her knees were also in leather bindings, these secured over towels so the leather wouldn’t abrade her skin. Those bindings were secured up past her shoulders holding her knees up high and wide. The effect was that she was wide open - at pussy and ass - for anyone who wanted to step up to the edge of the bed at that end. Her mouth/face was available at the other end and she couldn’t move that much either.

When my brain caught up with what I was seeing I realized that Dana was moaning around the fucking her mouth was getting. The moans were caused by the man steadily pounding in and out of her… ass. That was a surprise. She’s never been much into anal sex and the guy fucking her wasn’t being gentle. He was pounding in and out of her pretty good, and he was holding a vibrator against her clit while he did so.

Dawn was stroking my now almost fully erect cock as I heard the guy fucking Dana say, “She’s getting ready to cum again. I can feel it.” Knowing how it would affect her, I stepped away from Dawn long enough to go over to the other side of Dana’s head where I knelt down and whispered in her ear.

“Having fun, baby?” I asked her.

Hearing my voice and knowing what I was seeing was enough to push her over the edge. Her orgasm set in and it was a good one. The guy fucking her mouth was nice enough to take his cock out and let her breathe through the moaning. “Yes!!” She cried out as the orgasm washed through her and I wasn’t sure if she was welcoming the climax or answering my question. It didn’t matter. I reached out a hand and pinched one of her nipples, pulling it hard as I know she enjoys when she’s in the midst of vigorous sex.

I could see that the guy fucking her ass had a condom on and her orgasm apparently set him off as he began grunting and his thrusts became more erratic. His moans made it obvious to everyone in the room that he was cumming… filling the condom. As her orgasm passed and her breathing returned to something near normal, the guy at her face, who was still holding her by the hair, pushed his dick against her mouth which she willingly opened for him. He began thrusting back and forth again as the guy who had just finished fucking her slowly pulled out and headed to the nearest bathroom to ditch the used condom. He handed the vibrator to a woman who was standing nearby. Much to my surprise she knelt between Dana’s legs and lowered her face to my wife’s pussy, pushing the vibrator back onto Dana’s clit. As the stimulation hit my wife once again, I watched the woman extend her tongue and begin eating what looked like a fairly well used (already) pussy.

Dawn came around the bed to where I was and pulled me up to my feet and away from Dana. As I watched, Dawn put one knee up on the bed, her other foot out a bit and arched her back, essentially pointing her ass at me, spread for use. I wasn’t about to argue as my throbbing cock was ready for more. I found a condom and rolled it on as I heard Dawn talking to Dana.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asked. Dana moaned and tried to nod her head as much as she could with the man still using her mouth.

“You know you can use your safe word anytime you’re ready to stop, right?” Dawn asked.

Dana moaned and tried to nod again. The moans must have done something for the man fucking her mouth because he began to cum. He pulled most of his cock out of Dana’s mouth but left the head in and barely moved as she shot his load into my wife’s mouth. Dana gagged briefly but breathed and swallowed and breathed some more. That’s what I watched as I grabbed Dawn by the hips and slid my cock into her hot wet sex.

A deep moan escaped Dawn as I achieved full penetration and she said, still talking to Dana, “Oh, your husband has such a nice cock. He’s fucking me now, as we watch you entertain the party.” Dana turned her head toward us and Dawn leaned down to kiss her. As I stroked my length into Dawn’s pussy I realized that Dana had never entertained even the least amount of bi-sexual curiosity. But here she was, being eaten by one woman while kissing another; a kiss obviously full of tongue as they swapped the flavor of some guy’s cum.

Dawn broke the kiss, moaned and then looked around the room. There were several other men there and a couple women as well. “Who’s going to use the newbie’s pussy next?” Having cum once I knew I wouldn’t cum quick, but Dawn and I stayed right there, happily fucking, as I watched the next two guys roll on condoms and fuck my wife. By the time the second guy had cum and pulled out, I was getting close. I didn’t want to cum with a condom on. I’ve always hated the things but they do serve a purpose. Still, there was a pussy right there I could fuck without the condom and cum as deep as I could reach.

I pulled out of Dawn, stripping off the condom as I moved around the bed to take my turn between Dana’s legs. Dawn’s face was still right above Dana’s and she asked, “You ready for your husband to take his turn and fill you up?”

“Yessss,” Dana hissed. And as I slid my cock into her she added, “And then I think I’m done. My pussy is so sore.”

“That’s fine,” said Dawn as I slid my cock into Dana’s fucked loose and sloppy pussy. “I think you’ve fucked about every guy at the party anyway.” It only took me fifteen or twenty thrusts and my orgasm was close again. I moaned. Dana knew what it meant.

“Yes,” she said. “Fuck your wife’s used pussy. Fill me up with the hot cum I want.” I did exactly as she asked, burying my length inside her and holding it there as I felt jets of searing cum flow into her. She moved her hips as much as she could with each shot of my load, helping me to maintain my peak of orgasm and insuring she got every drop of the thick juice.

As my cock wilted, I pulled out and I was surprised to see none of my cum flow out. Dana’s pussy was gaping, obviously well used, and so slick I realized she was wetter than I’d seen her in a long time. Later I learned it was a mix of lube and spit. As I recovered, Dawn took the blindfold off Dana and the man in the corner stepped over to help release her from the bindings. She moved slowly as everything was released, her body having been in that same position long enough that she was stiff. Dawn pointed us to the bathroom and said, “That shower is more than big enough for you two.”

Holding my wife’s hand I led her to the shower and we enjoyed sluicing off the sweat and sex juices. She very carefully washed herself between her legs, commenting on how sore she was. I wanted to ask her a million questions about everything that she’d done… or had been done to her but I figured I’d find it all out eventually. Dry and naked we went through the house, finding our clothes and pulling back on only what we’d need to drive home. When we got to the living room, everyone there began to applaud. Debbie smiled, gave a brief bow and then asked for a strong drink.

Once she had her drink in her hand she idly voiced the question of how many party guests she’d “entertained.” Dawn answered the question by handing her the small piece of paper Dana had written her name on to “enter the raffle.” At the top of the paper, above her name, were 17 hash marks. Below her name were four more. Dawn explained that each of the hash marks at the top represented a man who had used Dana, having cum in her mouth, pussy or ass. The four hash marks at the bottom represented a woman who had eaten, fingered or used a dildo to fuck Dana. More than half of the men in attendance had used my wife and at least four other wives had enjoyed her in some way.

During the ride home, Dana was quiet. I asked if she was okay and she said she was worried that I would be upset. When I asked why she explained that she had done things, or let men do things to her, that she normally wouldn’t do with me at home. Anal sex and swallowing my cum as two examples. She didn’t want me upset that she’d done those things with others. I told her I wasn’t upset at all… as long as those options were now available to me more frequently. She smiled, assured me she’d see what she could do and reached out to hold my hand. We were quiet the rest of the way home and I had to wake her up when we got there. I helped her to bed, undressed her and tucked her in. I joined her just a couple minutes later. She was sound asleep and understandably so.

The next morning, as we drank our coffee, she told me that she’ll always put her name in the bowl anytime we attend a party with that group.

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