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Sweetpassionpet hosts a weekend gathering pt 6

As always, these are real events that took place. I am a real swinger wife, my sls profile is sweetpassionpet, you can find pictures of me there to help with the visuals. I would very much enjoy your responses and feedback. This is kind of a cathartic for me, since we are not able to play as freely as we normally do, i am going over some fond moments of our past. Hopefully we will be able to return to the wild and reckless fun we have loved so much.

On this particular installment, there is something unusual, something a little different. Things do not always go perfectly, and sometimes a situation turns down right shitty and stupid because people act ignorant. As i am sharing this as true events, it would be a lie and a disservice not to tell the unpleasant part of the story. I have removed some of the ugly and pejorative terms that were used as they were not necessary to include them in order to convey the experience as it took place. Having said all of that, i do hope you enjoy the story regardless, and will look for the remainder to be posted.

At times like this, guys can be so cute in their ham-handed attempts to be gracious. We lay their in the afterglow, and of course i felt their retraction as their dicks resumed their casual posture. They were good dicks, they did their job of impaling me and putting their reproductive fluids deep inside me, altho only one in a place where they could do any damage. It couldn’t actually. My husband had assisted a lesbian couple that he had been friends with in that arena, but the only occupants of my womb were from him and no one else.

I climbed out from between them, then they started scrambling off the mattress, terrified of being in bed together with no female between them. I decided another few minutes freshening up and a change of footwear, slipping into the Laboutin heels, just cute sexy straps and the trademark red soles. My makeup and hair needed some work, but twenty minutes in front of the mirror i make myself presentable. I re-join the guests, but that stunning goddess i cannot get out of my mind. I step back into the festivities, and see her standing just off the kitchen chatting with two drooling admirers. I decided to make it three.

She smiled as i approached, her flawless black complexion seemed illuminated and i felt unworthy of her beauty. I didn’t interrupt, i stopped at the kitchen island facing her as she chatted in amusement. It was warm enough still, but i could feel my areola wrinkle, my nipples taut and aching. She could see right thru all of us. I just smiled, and began to drown in her glowing golden eyes. I lost track of time, i was hanging on her every word, wanting to find some shred of topic that i could identify on and impress her. I stopped for a moment, and realized that the last time i was so enthralled with another human being it was the man who i have spent the years between devoted to completely. I wondered what could possible become of this, when i felt hands gently caress my ass. I froze, not startled, just not wanting to distract from the object of my attention. The hands were masculine, the palms had a rugged hard texture and the digits were thick and rough. I kept my eyes focused on her, but i arched my back and jutted my ass out to welcome and encourage my would-be molestor. Lips surrounded by bristly hairs found their way into the crook of my neck, breath tickling my ear, sending goosebumps all over that everyone could see. He was spooning me in a standing position, i looked at my visual lover and pushed myself into my physical one. I gapped my legs and spread my feet about two feet apart, wondering if this unknown stranger would appeal to my exhibitionistic slut desire and fuck me right there. I love the brazenness, i reached behind me to offer some encouragement. The body might be his, whomever he was, but the lover would be this exquisite woman. She smiled at me, and began to caress herself ever so discreetly. I opened my eyes wide as i felt his erection spring free, he did it perfectly so it flipped up and smacked my cunt. My eyelids squinted as i mentally turned to the person behind me, but never turned my gaze away from her. I licked my lips slowly, sensuously. I had her rapt attention, mentally i could almost hear her daring me, challenging me, DO IT! Or maybe it was just my slutty imagination, because i would do it anyway. So i decided to show her… yeah, i will. I lifted my left leg, and reached between with my left hand, then perched him on my slit. He did the microbump thrust to wet it, i channeled my hand and pressed back…. Then felt that yummy feeling when that empty spot is filled. I closed my eyes completely to focus on that feeling, that rapturous moment, then i felt a tug on my hair, and warm, soft, full sensuous lips seal themselves against mine, I breathe in deeply, and i smell that Egyptian musk on her skin. Her hair is just like i imagined, like exquisite soft vicuna. I thought of how it was so beautiful it should be memorialized… which reminded me of how i donate my breast milk, what a beautiful gift her hair would be for those enduring chemotherapy. Is it bizarre, ironic, or just plain sweet? Here i am, with some unknown man pushing up inside me as i basque in the caress of this exquisite beauty, and i am thinking about my breast milk and her hair. I am thinking about doing those things that allow me to feel good as a human being, providing the perfect sustenance for infants whose bodies reject commercial alternatives, and the soft beautiful hair of this girl that could provide a teenager dealing with one of the most devastating and challenging experiences any human can endure. Just like this weekend, i have offered myself to the pleasure of… what is it? 5 guys, 6? Is this one in me now the 7th, one of many that i may never even know who he is? I can feel the rigidity, so hard inside me, forcing himself against the interior of my body to delight in the pleasure that it provides. There is no doubt about the arousal, i can feel the aching hardness, fierce and unyielding and my surrounding this pole, my body’s only purpose to provide the most rewarding pleasure possible. I yearn for the semen to jettison inside me, letting me know that what i have to offer was acceptable. These awarenesses crossing my mind served to expand my passion, my cunt experienced this increased sensitivity and the cock from behind pushed right into my g spot because of the odd angle. He is taller, must have been, because as he stood behind me i could tell it was drawing his erection at a downward angle from it’s normal projection. The forward thrust drove the upward curve of his cock straight forward, riding that textured little spot inside. His hands were now cupping my breasts and his sawing back and forth released a rash of lightning bolts to detonate in a thousand little prickles all over my skin.

I wish Daddy was here. He would be so proud of me. And i miss him.

She reached forward, caressing my cheek and pushing my own hair out of the way as her lips parted and gently, tentatively, pushed her tongue into my mouth. I capture it by pursing my lips gently on her tongue and very slightly add suction to pull it just a little deeper. She takes this gesture as consent, and opens her mouth just a little wider and adding a slight increase in pressure, our lips telegraphing the intensity back and forth between us. It was a life agreement in microcosm. As fate would have it, it was the first embrace of a friendship that persists to this day. I learned a lot about myself from that relationship as the years went by. I was so scared that she would fuck my husband and he would fall hard for her, i would lose him. It played to my insecurities, and created some dark moments in my life to come. But i learned. She was something so beautiful and exotic… i can compete with that. But she was also black, and with that a fallacious and ridiculous taboo. I have had lovers of every race, ethnicity, and background, and it was only when i confronted my feeling about this girl fucking my husband did i ever see something thru a racial lens. She was black, and even tho that ‘taboo’ is both ridiculous and stupid (people are still people, right? There is no real taboo to interracial coupling, except that which society insists on). It’s artificial, but it still scared and intimidated me. Her place in my life was precisely that, to help me learn on my journey that confronting my fears and insecurities was the only way to free myself. I could not compete with her because she was a different color and i could not do anything about that. What i found out was that i never had to. People with any sense of awareness and enlightenment already know this, but i was still allowing myself to be victimized by these social stigmas. I had no problems crossing the color line with lovers, male or female. I just was intimidated by my husband finding someone more exciting and exotic in a way that i could not match. That is when i realized that exclusionary preferences were damaging no matter which side or which direction. I get messages from guys whose sls name has any mention of race it goes in the ‘definite no’ pile. Not because of what ever their ethnicity might be, but because they use an ignorant taboo instead of relying upon legitimate attractions.

As i was pushed from behind, the sharp corner of the counter started to gouge into the front of my pelvis as he picked up the pace and started slamming me from behind. The pain was intense but i did not want to distract him from his pleasure, i pulled my lips away from her as i bit my tongue to distract from the pain from my torso. My eyes and expression must have made it clear, because she reached down to use one hand as a cushion between me and the sharp corner, with the other she gave a wrenching twist on my right nipple. Whether by exceptional instinct or just a happy accident, the guy powering the dick inside me kept pounding me at the exact same angle so my g spot bore the brunt of this exquisite r*pe, and i started feeling this winding sensation radiating from my root chakra and my breath became shallow, harsh panting. Every time he slammed into that spot is was adding more tension to the spring that felt like it was already bursting…. My breathing was now gasps as my diaphragm began to hitch and these sharp burning tingles firing my neurons…. Out of some primitive convulsion i went up on my toes in my high heeled shoes, and with that plunge i felt him bury himself deep as i writhed, trapped in this moment of time, a very quiet but forceful moan as the waves crashed thru me. I could feel the spasms, one, two, three, four and still strong, i was already leaking his semen down my leg before he even finished spurting. Mmmm…. When they come this long it ALWAYS sets me to purring, i lost love that feeling knowing that was pretty enough and sexy enough to create this desire and passion. I pulled her closer to kiss me again as i pushed every contact point between the body wielding the anonymous dick that just gave me a rapturous moment. I felt her nails scratch up my abdomen, then both hands across my breasts… she pinched my nipples with the nails of her thumb and forefinger on both hands, pinched them brutally hard drawing a small whine from my throat and bringing tears to my eyes. I felt the withdrawal from my cunt, and more liquid came flowing out, down both thighs. As he drew away, i heard a couple claps then the room erupted in applause. By the time i turned to look, all i saw was the back of his head as he walked away, high fiving everyone he passed. I did not know him, nor did i know the people he was celebrating with, they must be some new arrivals that joined in while i was otherwise engaged. But, it’s Larry’s party, right? She took my hand and led me towards the master suite, ran her fingertips across my lips, then dropping down she put a very intimate lip lock on my clitoris, sucking it gently out of her hood and giving the exposed sensitive spot a very gentle, arousing lick. She stood, kissed my mouth again, i felt her crush something into my hand then watched her walk out the door.

Still reeling and try to gather my thoughts, i looked down and squinted at the paper. Her penmanship was just as exotic as she was, it was like reading some beautiful elven script from a Tolkien story. Just one work, Epiphany, and a phone number. I took a piece of paper and copied the number down three times, then put each one somewhere in my stuff so i would not lose it. I went into the lav, decided i needed to freshen up a bit. I squatted on the bidet and gave myself a nice warm rinsing, then to the mirror. In just about ten minutes i had removed all evidence that i had just been deliciously sexually assaulted in front of a couple dozen onlookers and returned to my guests.

Things were going absolutely perfect i thought. Everyone was having a good time, altho the couple that had arrived earlier on were no long around. Found out that having some naked slut whore forcing herself on the guests was offending her delicate sensibilities. She told her husband that he loathed being there and insisted on taking her away from this diseased bitch. (Slut, whore, yeah, i am fine with that. But i am not diseased, and am far too accommodating and submissive to be a bitch). I resumed being helpful. Refreshing drinks and cleaning up, spreading out fresh edibles once the chafing dishes started to empty. Chatting here and there with people, fielding the occasional flirt with gratified responses. Sometimes a guy will get a little handsy, so i would smile and bat my eyelashes, allow them their caresses on my ass, hefting of my breasts, little tweaks on my nipple and the occasional caress of my labia. All told there were three or four other female guests and the rest were guys. People were spread out in the terrace and around the pool as well as inside. I went to where the beer keg was set, it was not iced but the line coming off the keg was a copper tube that was coiled about a dozen times in a container of ice, rock salt and water so it was perfectly chilled coming out of the dispenser. I pulled a chilled beer glass from the bar fridge and filled it from the tap. I found Larry, he was yacking it up with a group of people, classmates i supposed. I caught his eye and gave him an inquiring look. He smiled and winked, so i assumed all was satisfactory, i decided to start gathering up some of the bottles and empty plates while sipping my beer. Being in my heels so long i was beginning to feel it, usually i spend more time on my back or knees, but since the last fuck was upright it was now about 6 hours steady that i have been prancing around. They were good shoes so it wasn’t bad yet, but next guy that got a boner, i was going to take him on my back. I reached down to give myself a little pleasure, my lubricant was coating my lips so unless he was extremely large he won’t need more than three of four strokes before he had me filled. Despite my promiscuity, i still am pretty well snug.

I turned to put some things back in the kitchen refrigerator and bumped into a guest. He was good looking, well dressed, and tall, about 6’3. He smiled at me, his head was shaved and he displayed a gold tooth on his left upper bicuspid. I stepped back and smiled up at him. He reached out and began to fondle my left breast, watching for my reaction. I offered him my other breast, and gave him my own once over. Wearing a gold silk shirt and a Richard James jacket from Savile Row. Paired with FUBU jeans, it didn’t look bad but did not pull off what i think he was hoping for. He smelled of Drakkar, which i really like, and he was a ‘lefty’ i could tell because i could see the tip of his penis pushing against the loose denim. I leaned into him to give him a light kiss on the cheek, and whispered “would you like me to take care of this?”

“Yo bitch, you be needing what i got for you. I am going knock the bottom out”

I hesitated. The way he said that was offensive to me, but yeah, i know sometimes guys get a little full of themselves. He was still feeling me up, paying particular attention to my nipples, which i am accustomed to. My nipples are on the thicker side, and they do seem to get even more so when i am aroused. I got teased about it in high school… brutally as a matter of fact. But when i was dancing, boy did the customers love them. Typically in a strip club when a girl finished on stage she will go put on her next costume, covering her parts so guys will pay for lap dances or VIP dances so they are exposed. Me, i come off stage, i don’t put anything back on. I will go to the customer tables and just sit and hang out, maybe make out a little, but i never put anything back on until right before my next set. I love the reaction my nipples get, it is like redemption from all the years of teasing and abuse.

I looked into his eyes and said “promise?”

I took his hand and moved towards the bedroom. I led him to the bed and started taking off his coat and shirt. I got to his shoes off, and then the FUBUs. He was nicely equipped, maybe 7 inches and average girth, uncircumcised and very, very hard. I opened my mouth and very slowly put him in, avoiding contact until i had him in my mouth. I sealed my lips around his shaft, then used my tongue to swirl around and under his foreskin to try and get my tongue in and under it. I had him in deep enough that i could caress his scrotum. He leaned back on his elbows and let me do what i do. I pulled him out and wrapped him in my breasts, completely covering his cock. I smiled up at him as i used my hands to massage the shaft, i took one of his hands and had him twist my nipple just enough for the bolts of pain, this is like gasoline on a fire of my lust. I was looking forward to this, let him take his pleasure from my cunt then ask him to fuck my ass to cum. I pushed him the rest of the way down, then straddled and took him all the way inside me. I leaned forward to hump my hips up and down, rubbing my clitoris against his shaft. I was so lubed up that we kept losing our momentum, he kept popping out, and i smiled and laughed about it with him. He didn’t smile back, which surprised me. I flipped over on my back, pulling him with me. He came out, but i grabbed him and guided him back in. I smiled at him again, pulled his face to mine to offer a kiss. He pushed my face away, and started mauling my boobs. I looked into his eyes, he was staring down at where we connected in intimacy.

“You need this dick, don’t you bitch”. He said this with a snarl.

I paused. I smiled at him, and said “please don’t call me that”.

He was still stroking, i started meeting his thrusts again, started to feel some electricity starting, this was going to feel very good.

“You white bitches with your wimpy white husbands, you all be craving this black dick. You let your pathetic white man do ya, but when you need the real thing, you come to us. You can’t help it, you are powerless over the BBC.”

“Get off”. He kept pumping his cock in me. I looked him in the eye. He really was believing what he said.

“Get off of me right now”. I pulled my left leg up like i would normally do when i tuck it behind my neck, but instead i used it as a lever to wedge between us, then rotated my hips, pushing him to the floor next to the bed.

“What the fuck bitch! What the hell you think you doing. What’s the matter, i got too much dick for you?”

I walked to the bedroom door, then paused. “You are here as a guest, but do not talk to me, touch me, or look at me again.”

He began shouting and calling me names, but i just walked away.

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