any instruction or guidance, Victoria started undressing Stewart. Brent, watching his naked woman position herself to go down on another man, began lightly stroking his white dick. I decided to match Victoria and give her man the same pleasure she was now giving mine.
We were both on our knees, pulling dicks in and out of our mouths, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I initiated our move from the middle of the floor to the circular rotating bed. That was our main attraction. That and the swing.
I laid on my back, bringing Brent’s dick to my face. I felt my legs being parted. And from under Brent’s balls I could see a head full of long silky black hair moving down between my thighs. My husband was bald, so go figure.
Victoria licked away at my clitoris while Stewart seized the opportunity to penetrate her from the back. Of course, he put on a condom first. That was our one rule.
She squealed at first, surprised by his size. “Is that thing real?”
I caressed her shoulders and told my husband to take it easy. What she was doing to me was too good to be interrupted by every painful stroke.
He slowed his tempo, which made the whole show that much better. His facial expressions were priceless. The amount of pleasure he had to be feeling to make those faces aroused me even more.
I turned my attention back to the head of hair between my legs. I rubbed my fingers through it, and on occasion I would palm the head to keep it right in a particular spot. Simultaneously I would push my hips forward as if I were riding her tongue. It created a nice juicy pressure against my clit. It made me gasp. And whenever I did, it allowed her guy’s dick to coast deeper down my throat. And he was taking full advantage of those moments. A few times, causing me to gag. But it was the nature of having sex in a group. Everyone wanted to seize every opportunity to be pleased beyond his or her wildest dreams.
As he pumped, she licked, and I sucked, it was like an assembly line. We switched positions numerous times before all of us had orgasms—the men cumming twice apiece. It was spectacular. More than I expected from the seemingly shy couple from Texas.
At the end, I stretched out on the bed and just smiled. My whole body felt jubilant.
“You guys smoke?” Stewart asked, from his seat on the edge of the bed.
Victoria smiled her answer. Brent said, “It’s been awhile, but what the hell . . .”
Stewart stood up, picked his jeans up off the floor, and slipped them on. Then he walked over to our stash spot behind the TV screen. He pulled out the rolling papers, the marijuana, and the lighter. I just watched him, admiring his sex appeal. It amazed me that after eight years together and six married, I was still mesmerized by his every movement.
Victoria and Brent wrapped their Puss & Boots–stamped white towels around their waists. Stewart prepared our session. In the next couple hours, Stewart and I would smoke, eat, fill up on more drinks, and do it all over again with another unsuspecting couple. It was all ritual. Thursday through Sunday, ten p.m. till three, maybe four a.m., ongoing until we pressed Stop Record on the hidden camera in our VIP room. It was genius.
JuJu & Ferrari
Getting back into their clothes in the locker room, JuJu and Ferrari exchanged not one word. Their silence left them to their thoughts. His—of that moment and how fucking magical it had been. The power he had over a human body. The earthquake that erupted in her flesh. How her mouth opened to scream but she could barely produce a whisper. The tear. He did that. And he felt proud. It gave him a cheerfulness he couldn’t mask, no matter how hard he tried.
JuJu’s thoughts paralleled Ferrari’s but the feeling she got when she replayed the moment was far different. There was no sense of pride. She was envious. This fresh-faced first-timer got to experience something with her husband that she had been trying to achieve for years. The reason she introduced the idea of occasional visits to a swingers club in the first place was to find somebody who could give her an orgasm.
“JuJu, Ferrari!” a voice squealed.
The couple looked around the corner and located the face.
“Danielle and Stew,” JuJu smiled.
“It’s been a long time.” Danielle caressed Ferrari’s pecs. “What occasion brings you two here tonight?”
“We’re celebrating five years today,” JuJu answered.
“Congratulations,” Stew said, holding up his Heineken bottle.
“Thanks, man,” Ferrari said.
“Why are you leaving already?” Danielle asked. “I wanna give you two an anniversary present.” She fell to her knees and immediately started motor-boating Ferrari’s package.
The group laughed as she stood back up.
“You know, I’ve been dying to do that,” Danielle slurred.
“One day,” JuJu said. “We have an early flight tomorrow.”
“Where are you guys going?” Stewart asked.
“Tahiti,” JuJu answered. “I got us a nice bungalow over the water. We’re gonna rekindle our romance.”
“Sweet,” Stewart said, nodding his head.
Danielle reached out and gently squeezed both of JuJu’s breasts. “Well, if y’all want some company, Stew and I can fly out there in a couple days.” She winked at Ferrari while still having her way with his wife’s breasts.
“Excuse my wife,” Stewart interjected, “she’s a ball of sex drive.”
“It’s cool,” Ferrari said, a slight smile on his face. “Next time we come we have to . . .”
“Yes, definitely,” JuJu cosigned. “Next time.” She kissed Danielle on her lips and then gently removed her hands from her breasts. “Can’t you see this girl’s in heat, Stew? Go get her some dick . . . or some pussy.”
They all laughed again.
“Yeah, I better before she rapes one of you,” Stew added to the comedy.
Moments later, JuJu and Ferrari were completely dressed and ready to leave the locker room.
“Well, it was good seeing you,” JuJu said as she headed to the door.
“Oh, wait,” Danielle stopped the couple. “Honey, give them a flyer.”
“Oh yeah, of course.” Stewart dug in his back pocket. He pulled out a flyer and handed it to Ferrari. “We’re having our annual Christmas party.”
“Come out,” Danielle encouraged, “we’re going to have live shows, contests, the works. If you leave without having an orgasm you can sue us for all we got.” She giggled.
The word orgasm caught their attention. JuJu was thinking that the Christmas party might give her what she had been so desperately looking for. Ferrari was thinking that perhaps he could recapture the experience he’d had that night. It was his first time making a woman cum, and he didn’t want it to be his last.
“We’ll
