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 My wife, Tina, and I have been married for twenty-four years.  We were each
only 19 years old when we tied the knot.  We're probably more in love now
than ever, and we have an active and satisfying sex life.  For the past 15
years or so, we have enjoyed fantasizing out loud together during our
lovemaking.  Until recently, we had never taken steps to fulfill any of our
sexual fantasies.

   A few weeks ago, I decided to see if her obviously horny reaction to our
"dirty talk" during lovemaking was an indication that she really wanted to
experience an erotic adventure.  We were visiting a city on the west coast,
and had left the kids with friends back home.  As we were dressing at the
hotel before dinner, I casually mentioned that I had heard of a club in the
city; a place where "swingers" engage in "adult" games.  I quipped, "If it
turns out that they play our fantasy game of `musical chairs', maybe I
could talk you into going!"

   To my surprise, Tina responded by saying, "The `musical chairs' story
has had me so hot for so long, especially the way you tell it, I think I
might actually jump at the chance to really play that game."

   I took a few seconds to catch my breath and re-position my cock in my
jockey shorts, so that its immediate swelling wouldn't cause me too much
discomfort.  I then replied, "Are you serious?  I mean - you might actually
want to go together to a swinger's club?"

   "I don't know," she answered, "maybe we could go sometime and just check
it out before we decide."

   "I'll tell you what," I said, "Let's drop by after dinner - but we can
agree beforehand on a set of signs that we'll use to communicate to each
other once we're there.  That way you can let me know how far you want it
to go, and I can let you know whether I'm getting cold feet.  It'll be sort
of like the third base coach in baseball signalling the batter."

   "With the same objective - doing your best to score," she quipped. 
Then, after a moment, she added, "We need to both have different signs, so
it's not too obvious." Thinking again, she smiled, "I know what sign you
can use to give me the go-ahead.  That move that Roseanne Barr perfected a
few years ago when she sang the national anthem at a ballgame - the old
`crotch grab'." With that, she slipped her hand down to my now greatly
swollen member and gave it a gentle squeeze through my briefs.  I thought I
was going to spurt my load on the spot.

   "Okay," I laughed, "and you can use the `nipple caress' to your left
boob to show me you're into it, just like you do when we're making love and
I start talking dirty to you.  And maybe just cross your arms across your
chest to let me know you want things to slow down or stop."

   "Oh, Jim - are we really going to do this?" Tina asked.  I paused for a
moment, and then said to her, "You know how much I love you - I'll do as
much or as little as you want to do.  I just want to please you.  But maybe
tonight can be the culmination of our curiosity over all these years."

   With that, I gave her a hug, and then began massaging her shoulders,
working my way down her back, until I could rub her nice round bottom
through the fabric of her skirt.  She leaned into me, and I slipped my
right hand inside the waistband of the back of her panties, slowly cupping
first the left and then the right cheek of her luscious rear end.  I then
led her by the hand, stopped in front of the bed and swayed in a hug with
her.  She smiled up at me with a "come hither" look, so I eased her skirt
and panties down and peeled the shirt and lacy bra gently from her
shoulders.

   I stepped back to observe the effect that our discussion had had upon
her.  Her nipples were standing at full attention, her eyes had that look
of sexual fire, and I could smell that wonderful musky smell of her sexual
arousal.  I confirmed by touch - what I already knew by sight and scent -
by caressing just beneath the dark triangle at the juncture of her thighs.
She was so wet that my fingers slid in without any external lubrication (I
usually lick my fingers before fingering her pussy, just to make sure I
don't accidentally scratch her velvety love tunnel).

   As she began squeezing my fingers with the muscles around her vulva,
Tina reached for the jockey shorts I was wearing, which were all that I had
on since I had stopped dressing during our suggestive discussion.  She
pulled my briefs down and I stepped out of them.  She threw them to the
side as she dropped slowly to her knees.  She took my now-raging hard-on in
her right hand, and then slowly ran her tongue around the perimeter of its
head.  I ventured back to our erotic discussion by saying, "Finally, after
24 years, the next cock you suck may not be this one - enjoy its familiar
feel before you enjoy something new."

   She peered up at me momentarily and smiled, "There's nothing wrong with
this one." I thought she was giving up on our possible adventure and maybe
even our sex talk for the moment, until she added, "But I'm excited about
the possibilities."

   With those words, she took more of my thick eight and a half inches into
her mouth than I ever remember her being able to handle.  I was worried it
might gag her, but my fears were allayed as I watched her left hand move to
her left nipple and begin massaging and squeezing, indicating her
ultra-aroused condition as she virtually swallowed my engorged dick.  I
gently took her head between my hands, rubbing strands of her beautiful
brunette and silver-streaked hair with my fingers, as her head bobbed up
and down on my erect cock as it sunk deeper and deeper between her lips and
into her throat.  "I can imagine watching this scene as a third party," I
said, "seeing you suck off another guy, while another one approaches you
naked from behind."

   Her bobbing got faster and harder.  "The one behind you slips his
fingers between your legs from the back," I said, and she reached for my
right hand, pulling it down from the side of her head to rub her slippery
snatch from behind.  I could tell plainly that she was imagining acting out
the scene that I was describing as I plunged two fingers into her depths.
"As you nurse the huge dick in your mouth, you feel the guy behind you take
his fingers out and slip his rock-hard cock into the wet groove between
your labia."

   Her bobbing got even harder and faster, and her harder breathing was
accompanied by a soft moaning.  Tina usually doesn't have an orgasm until I
eat her out, but I could tell she was rapidly approaching a big one.  "He
rubs the head of his cock around your groove, moistening it with your horny
wetness," I went on, "and I move in for a close-up with my video camera to
capture the moment his dick penetrates your pussy, so you'll be able to see
later what you're feeling now."

   At that moment, I went gently from having two fingers in her pussy to
sliding nearly my whole hand inside, then pushing it inside as far as her
stretched labia would allow without hurting her.  "His cock is pounding
your pussy from behind you, and you cum as he simultaneously ejaculates
into your pussy and the fellow in front of you spurts his semen into your
throat."

   I rubbed her clit with my thumb as the rest of my hand continued to
stretch her pussy walls.  I could feel her labia begin to tighten and
clench, then rapidly expand and contract with her orgasm.  At the same
moment, my sperm spewed out of the throbbing head of my cock and filled
Tina's mouth.  As is her custom, she delightedly swallowed the whole load,
and then she licked off the head of my cock as my fingers finished
manipulating her crotch area.

   She stood up and I hugged her, crushing her beautiful, engorged breasts
against my chest.  "I love you, Jim," she said dreamily.

   "I love you, too," I replied, "but you're not getting off so easily.  I
haven't yet tasted your sweet treasures, and by the time I'm through, my
cock will need a turn inside you, too." And so I proceeded to lean her back
on the bed, spread her legs and lower my face to her swollen labia, licking
and sucking her to a second orgasm.  She then pulled me on top of her,
placing my dick at the entrance to her dripping snatch.  Usually I enter
slowly and wait to stretch her depths slowly with my cock, but this time
her slick entrance practically pulled my cock in all the way to the hilt in
one fell swoop.  I began pumping slowly, but then more furiously, having
more stamina to withhold my orgasm since I had already ejaculated into her
mouth a short while earlier.

   When we had both come to another climax, we rolled sideways on the bed,
still joined at the crotch.  Nibbling and kissing my way down her neck,
lightly pinching her left nipple with my right hand, I asked her if she
thought we should shower again before dinner now that we both carried the
aroma of sexual passion.  I was surprised and pleased to hear her say, "Not
this time.  Maybe the aroma will give us an incentive not to chicken out
when we visit the club tonight." I'm sure she could feel how my dick
expanded slightly inside her pussy at her words, before I withdrew and we
both dressed for dinner.

   As we dined at an upscale Italian restaurant, our verbal banter ranged
from politics to sports to world events, but eventually a heavy sexual
theme began to permeate our discussion.  I found myself getting bolder, and
as I sipped on my coffee during dessert, I laid out the challenge, "When we
leave here, I'll need you to make a decision.  We can head back to the
hotel if you want, or go out to a show or something.  Or, we could swing by
the club that I told you about."

   I felt Tina's foot rub up against my calf under the table.  "Let's see
what we think of the club, if that's okay with you," she said as her toes
rubbed further up my leg toward my crotch.  At that moment, the waitress
arrived with the bill for the meal.  I thanked her and laid a wad of cash
on the table.  "Let's get out of here," I said to Tina.  She took my hand
as she stood, her skirt whirling as she turned, and we headed to the door.

   When we arrived at the club, a tall dark-haired man in a navy blue suit
and white shirt greeted us at the door.  I explained how I had found out
about the club, and said that we were from out of town and wanted to visit
discreetly to satisfy our curiosity and meet some of the people to see if
we might be interested.

   He eyed me with some suspicion, but then looked Tina over from head to
toe and smiled.  "My name's Rupert," he conceded, "and I'm the club
organizer." He held his hand out in greeting to Tina.

   She grasped it lightly and blushed, then looked over at me.  "I'm Tina,"
she replied, "and this is my husband, Jim." He shook my hand, but his
piercing blue eyes remained on Tina.

   "Nice to meet you," I said, watching him drink in her wide-eyed
innocence.  I was sure he was thinking about how much he wanted to get into
her panties.  I was thinking about how much I wanted to see him get into
her panties.

   "I'll take you inside to meet the others," he offered.  I looked over to
Tina.  "Yes, thanks, that'd be nice," she smiled.

   The interior of the club was comfortably furnished.  A few sofas and day
beds lined the walls, with a table in the middle of the room and some
folding chairs set off to the side.  Some snacks and drinks were laid out
on the table, and a couple of dozen people milled about chatting with one
another.  Most were not as formally dressed as Rupert, but none were
completely casual either.  Tina's pleated print skirt and creamy silk
blouse fit in nicely, while my grey dress slacks and short-sleeved black
dress shirt felt completely appropriate.

   "Tina, Jim, meet Rob and Cheryl," Rupert intoned as he gestured toward
an extremely attractive younger couple that we were approaching.  "Nice to
meet you," said Tina with sincerity.  We exchanged smiles and small talk
that grew into a more fulsome conversation.  I was flattered by the
attention and interest they showed in us.  However, after just a few
minutes of allowing our discussion, Rupert directed us around the room to
meet all of the other couples.  Within half an hour he was done with the
introductions, finishing up by introducing us to his own wife, Shelly.

   She was a stunning platinum blonde attired in a tight black skirt and
even tighter maroon knit top that clung to her perfectly rounded breasts
and narrow, tapered waist.  The absence of a bra was evidenced more by the
points of her erect nipples jutting against the stretchy fabric than by the
absence of any bra strap lines.  Taking in her beauty, I began to wonder if
she was a "real blonde." Hopefully, if Tina was game, I was about to find
out.

   After a few minutes of bantering with Shelly, I pulled Rupert gently
aside.  "We genuinely are newcomers at this," I said quietly, "and Tina is
sort of `riding the fence' about whether she really wants to go through
with it."

   "I'd like for her to ride something else that's also wooden," Rupert
replied.

   Toward that end, I explained to him about Tina's and my mutual fantasy
of playing an erotic version of "musical chairs," and how I thought she may
join in the club's activities if she knew we were going to play it.

   "How's it work?" he asked.  "You'll like it," I said.  "It's just like
the kids' game, with one less chair than the number of people walking
around them, trying to sit in them when the music stops.  The difference is
that only the girls are walking around the chairs, and each chair is
occupied by a guy.  And, of course, everyone is naked, so when the girls
scramble to sit down, things can get VERY interesting.  In fact, the way we
fantasize about it, the girls have to actually `pole-sit' to stay in the
game."

   Rupert's face couldn't hide his excitement.  "I like it - let's do it!"

   By Rupert's agreement, I would be the Master of Ceremonies (MC).  That
way, I figured, I'd be free to watch Tina almost the entire time.  I was
really getting turned on at the idea of her actually following through with
this.  As MC, my responsibilities would be to turn the music on and off,
move one chair out after each round, and confirm that each girl that found
a seat was still in the game.  That meant that I had to go around and
confirm that each pussy was penetrated by a cock.  Poor me!

   Rupert gathered the others around and explained the basic gist of the
game that I had proposed.  There were several smiles and chuckles, then
murmurs of assent and nods of approval.  Rupert then proceeded to give
additional details.  "There are 26 of us in total: 13 men and 13 women. 
The game will start off with 13 girls trying to sit on 12 guys.  That means
the one guy sitting out plays the music, but he is also available to
pleasure the first losing girl, so that she doesn't completely miss out on
at least one good pole-sitting." Rupert looked over in my direction.  "Jim
here has volunteered to serve in that role."

   Hushing a few snickers and mild jeers from the crowd, Rupert continued,
"After that, each subsequent losing girl will be pleasured orally by the
previous losing girl.  Everybody's a winner - nobody goes unfulfilled.  And
to boot, everyone gets satisfied in front of the rest of the group."

   At that point, I spoke up.  "I have an additional rule to propose; not
to mix games, but I'll call it the `BINGO' rule." I proceeded to explain
that this meant that all of the girls who've sat on a guy in a chair have
to try to coax an orgasm out of their partner, and yell out "BINGO!" to
indicate when their partner has cum.  "His ejaculation puts him out for the
next round, for obvious reasons, leaving one less chair for the girls to
circle around.  That means that the last guy left in the game is, by
definition, the one with the greatest sexual staying power."

   I continued, "As MC, after a guy cums and a girl shouts `BINGO!', all of
the action stops for everyone - guys, that means no thrusting or cumming -
so that I can check that she's made him cum.  I'll help her dismount and
confirm that his wad has been shot.  The prize for the last remaining girl
is the chance to fuck the last remaining guy - the `staying power stud' -
the one who can keep on pumping the longest inside her pussy before
shooting his load - while everyone else watches."

   My eyes met Tina's at that moment.  She had a look of distress.  She
motioned me to come over to her; then she whispered in my ear, "I don't
want to play." I was momentarily disappointed, until I saw her smile
return. "I want to win," she said huskily.

   "Are you sure?" I replied.  She hesitated, and then said, "I know I want
to - but let's take it one step at a time."

   "Let's go talk to Rupert," I answered.  We moved over in his direction
and I waved with two fingers for him to come aside to talk to us.  "Tina's
in," I said, and Rupert flashed a delighted smile.  I slowed his enthusiasm
by saying, "At least for the moment - but if she changes her mind, I don't
want anyone touching her without permission.  Even if one of the guys has
gotten her all wet and is about to stick his cock in her, if she gets cold
feet, you have to make sure he stops."

   "The guys all know the meaning of the word `No'," he said, "and they
respect that.  We only want to be where we're wanted.  By the way, did you
bring any protection?" The thought hadn't even crossed my mind; I guess I
was so used to complete freedom with Tina that the dangers of sex with
strangers seemed somehow unreal to me.  Rupert proceeded to tell us that
unprotected sex between strangers may go over well in fantasy stories, but
not in the club.  "The only thing we want you to take home," he said, "is
your spouse and a bunch of fond memories.  Here at the club, all the guys
wear condoms before the girls spread their legs."

   I caught a glimpse of Tina's eyes cutting away from Rupert.  She then
leaned toward my ear and whispered to me that, between their willingness to
play the "musical chairs" game and their insistence on safe sex, she was
feeling safer and cozying up to the idea.  I thought my cock was going to
spurt in my pants right then and there.

   Rupert announced a 5-minute notice until the start of the game.  "If
anyone needs a potty break or to freshen up, now's the time," he said.  A
few people headed off to the hallway toward the restrooms, while others
took the opportunity to get another drink or snack from the table.

   The seconds seemed to me to crawl by interminably as I anticipated the
start of the game.  Finally, after the 5 minutes were up and everyone had
gathered around, Rupert shouted with a gleeful smile, "Let the games
begin!"

   In response, the two dozen members began to unbutton, unhook and unzip
one another's clothes.  I looked into Tina's eyes.  "Are you ready?" I
asked her.

   The dreamy look in her eyes, the smile and nod, and the movement of her
left hand to massage her left breast from atop her cream-colored silk
blouse told me all I needed to know.  "Are you sure it's okay?" she asked
me.  I smiled and exhibited the "crotch grab" that we had discussed
earlier.

   I began to unbutton her blouse, laying it gently aside, and helped her
unzip and step out of her pleated skirt.  She pulled my shirt over my head,
then unzipped my pants and slid them down my legs.  I helped her unclasp
her lacy bra, letting her cast it aside.  I half expected her to cross her
arms across her chest to hide herself, but she stood proudly with her
nipples fully erect.  I nodded to her, and we simultaneously stepped out of
our last vestiges of clothing - my jockey shorts and her panties.

   There we were - the two of us stark naked in the midst of a crowd of two
dozen naked and mostly hot-looking strangers, exactly 12 other women and 12
other men.

   I struggled mightily to put the condom that they had supplied us on my
erect dick.  I was having a hard time (no pun intended), since Tina and I
have been having unprotected sex (other than using a contraceptive gel) for
the whole duration of our marriage, and we were both virgins before we
married.  To complicate matters for my fumbling fingers, my cock was so
swollen that the rubber was pretty tight.

   Cheryl, the young woman that we had first met with her husband Rob, saw
my struggle.  She sauntered over in our direction, her tits bobbing in
unison as she walked, her auburn thatch of pubic hair revealing that she
was a genuine redhead.  After receiving a barely perceptible nod from Tina,
Cheryl began unrolling the condom over my engorged member.  She began to
slowly pump my already stiff rod with her hand, then dipped her head down
toward my crotch and began licking slowly up close to my balls with her
soft, warm tongue to get my prick harder to make it easier to unroll the
rubber over it.  She stopped short of making me cum with her hand and her
tongue so that she wouldn't spoil my participation in the game, and
returned triumphantly to Rob.

   I then turned to observe Tina standing nude among the others.  She was
so beautiful, her chiselled facial features highlighted by her Mona Lisa
smile, her rock hard nipples standing out in dusty pink from the curves of
her soft milky breasts, the thatch of her dark pubic mound cutting the
profile of an inverted, shadowed triangle at the juncture of her thighs. 
She was still massaging her left breast with her left hand and looking
around the room.

   "I never knew there was such a variety among penises," she confessed,
"long ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones." I could tell by her right
hand moving to massage her snatch that she wasn't just enunciating a
scientific observation.  "It's so-o-o erotic.  But it's not just the guys,"
she admitted, "all these naked women have me just as hot." I had imagined
seeing her go down on other girls so many times; maybe finally it would
become a reality.

   My responsibilities as MC were about to kick in.  Several of the guys
helped me line up 12 chairs in a double file of six apiece, leaving enough
space that the girls could walk in between as well as on the outside of
each in a sort of figure eight.  The other 12 guys took their seats, each
one with a condom on, but with varying degrees of erection.  I then went
over to the boom box on the table and started the cassette player.  The
girls lined up single file and then began walking in time to the music,
striding (and some strutting) past the two rows of guys in the form of a
figure eight.

   I started the music - they had on hand some dance music with a good beat
- by touching a button on the boom box.  After about 30 seconds, I stopped
the music and the girls scrambled for chairs.  The odd one out who couldn't
find a seat in time was Cheryl, the girl who helped me put on my condom.

   However, my eyes were fixed on Tina.  She had managed a seat on a
muscular blonde-haired guy, whom I had noticed moments before was
particularly well-hung and at full erection.  She was facing away from him
and toward me, and his arms encircled her from behind, his fingers moving
to massage her budding nipples.

   I saw her reaching back to hold his cock with her right hand, steering
it toward her glistening pussy lips.  He raised his buttocks slightly off
the seat in an effort to make contact with her.  She hesitated momentarily,
rubbing the latex-covered head of his penis slowly around the rim of her
vagina.  She looked over in my direction in a seeming plea for permission,
and I re-enacted the "crotch grab," this time with my crotch fully exposed
and my fingers beginning to stroke my raging hard-on in anticipation of
seeing her pussy penetrated by his massive dick.

   Then, to my surprise, rather than helping him work it past her labia and
gently inside her, she sat completely down on the blonde guy's cock in one
fluid motion, without further hesitation, letting gravity do its work.  She
was impaling herself on his dick while her right hand frigged her clit from
the front.  I stood transfixed, continuing to stroke my rod.

   He began pumping his penis furiously into her slit with his pelvis while
continuing to massage her nipples with his fingers.  My wife was getting
fucked by a man other than me for the first time in her life, and by the
look of pure ecstasy on her beautiful face, she appeared to be having the
time of her life.

   Fascinated, I wanted to get right down and stare at their fusion, but I
remembered my duties as MC.  I turned away reluctantly to walk around the
two rows of chairs.  Not surprisingly, every guy's cock had penetrated the
pussy of the girl sitting in his lap.  Just as I finished my rounds, I
heard Tina pant, "BINGO!"

   I walked over to her and her blonde lover, arriving just as she
dismounted, seeing the final half of his shaft sliding out of her hidden
depths.  I could see her internal slickness shining on the outside of his
latex sleeve.  I could also see the milky physical remnants of his orgasm
filling the tip of the condom.

   "She's done it," I thought.  "She's fucked another guy and let me
watch." Little did I know just how wanton she would get before the night
was done.

   In the meantime, my duty to the losing girl was awaiting fulfillment. 
Cheryl walked over and took me by the hand.  She rubbed my fingers against
her slick vagina.  "Let's go over to the day bed in the front, where
everyone can see," she growled in feline fashion.

   As we walked, she confessed in a lowered voice, "I lost on purpose. 
After taking your balls in my mouth and grasping your massive cock, I
decided right then and there that your eight or nine inches would feel just
fine inside my pussy.  Since you didn't sit down in any of the chairs, this
appeared to be the only sure-fire way to straddle your package."

   Cheryl sat on the edge of the bed, and I knelt in front of her and
hugged her for a moment with my face against her cheek.  With her left
hand, she began to direct my head gently downward toward her breasts.  I
nuzzled her cleavage and then began to suckle first one of her rosy
aureoles and then the other.

   She began to run her hands through my hair and pulled me closer.  After
a minute or two of lavishing her tits, I raised my head and lowered her
backward onto the bed.  I could hear moans and gasps of approval from the
crowd as I gently spread her legs, massaged her auburn bush with my fingers
while gently blowing a few breaths of warm air across her labia, and
finally dipped my tongue into her moist vulva.  After two or three minutes
of eating her out, I got up off my knees and placed my dick against her
moistened love tunnel.

   As my shaft sunk into the depth of Cheryl's ready vaginal channel, I
looked up and searched for Tina's face to make sure she wasn't having
regrets.  She stood transfixed.  Her eyes were staring at the joining of my
penis with Cheryl's pussy.

   A momentary doubt clouded my mind.  I was so eager to fuck Cheryl that I
hadn't waited for Tina's signal to show that she was okay with what I was
doing.  Then my eyes swept down the length of Tina's body, and I was
reassured.  Her left hand was massaging her left breast, while her right
hand was at the juncture of her own thighs.  I saw her right thumb and
index finger gently massaging her clit.  While I continued to pound my meat
into Cheryl's inviting depths, I saw Tina slide her index and middle
fingers into her own slit.  Tina's arousal at seeing her husband fuck
another woman was obvious, as the reflection of the overhead lights
glistened on her drenched pussy lips and dripping fingers.

   After Cheryl and I had cum almost simultaneously, I dismounted and
kissed her fully on the lips, our tongues playfully entwining as we smiled
our mutual satisfaction.  As she helped me remove the condom that she had
earlier put on me, I lamented, "Time for the next round," but still took
the time to give her a peck on the cheek and cop a feel of her tit.

   I moved one of the chairs away.  Tina's blonde-haired conquest sat down
in it, and the remaining 11 guys took their seats in the two rows.  Cheryl
stayed on the day bed to watch.  Tina and the other 11 girls lined up, and
I started the music once again.

   I deliberately waited until Tina was close to Rupert, and I flipped the
switch to the "off" position.  I saw Rupert smile broadly as Tina turned to
sit on his lap, facing toward rather than away from him, straddling his
legs while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.  She leaned her face
toward his, and slipped her tongue out to lick the edge of his lips and
circle around them, an incredibly erotic and unexpected gesture.  I saw him
slip his fingers down to dip into her awaiting vagina, spreading the lips
with two fingers while he hungrily worked his cock into her warm depths,
penetrating her slowly but surely.

   In seconds, his throbbing cock was slamming in and out of her pussy with
gusto.  He nibbled at her neck, licked her engorged breasts, rubbed his
hands in circles over her hips and bottom, and continued to thrust his
pelvis into hers.  She was grinding her crotch toward him in perfect rhythm
with his thrusts.  She was riding more than a fence, and he was certainly
wooden now.  He had truly gotten inside her panties, and by the looks of
things, she had gotten inside his head.

   I expected one or both of them to reach orgasm at any moment, the way
both were bucking wildly as his dick pistoned in and out of her cunt, but
my rapt attention was suddenly disturbed by the sound of one of the other
girls shouting, "BINGO!"

   One of the rules was that everyone had to stop while I verified the
BINGO, just like in the real game of bingo, except that here it was for the
obvious reason that we didn't want to lose more than one guy out of the
game for the next round.  Very few of us can ejaculate and immediately
present a pole suitable for sitting on.  I left Tina and Rupert locked in
an intimate embrace, both shivering with unfulfilled passion.

   I walked over to the site of the BINGO and found that, indeed, the girl
had milked the guy's cock sufficiently to fill his condom.  I noticed that
the guy was Rob, Cheryl's husband, and I surmised that the excitement of
watching me lick and fuck his wife's luscious auburn-bushed pussy just
moments before had left him vulnerable to premature ejaculation.  I then
looked up at the victorious expression on the girl's face and realized -
after picturing her in a tight black skirt and clingy maroon top - that she
was Shelly (Rupert's wife) - another good reason for Rob to be unable to
contain his spunk spurt.

   I surveyed her beautiful grapefruit-sized tits, the nubs at the end so
erect that they looked like they were about to pop.  My gaze then drifted
down her belly to her crotch, and my earlier mental question was answered -
she was indeed a true blonde.

   The fine silken thatch was so unable to hide her vaginal lips that I
could tell something else that I'd seen before only on my wife, and then
only from the close-up view of eating her out.  Shelly's pussy was
clenching and releasing; she was experiencing her own orgasm.  She saw me
observing it, and my watchful eye seemed to get her off even more.  She
used her fingers to finish frigging her clit, and then moaned in a low
gurgle with her final spasm.

   Unlike the partner she had just brought to completion, Shelly would not
be out of the game for the next round, despite her orgasm.  Talk about
unfair - the girls could cum all they wanted!

   Before the next round started, however, it was Cheryl's turn to eat out
the girl who had lost the current round.  She was an Asian beauty, with a
slim golden body and feathered jet black hair, small but lovely breasts,
and muscular legs enhanced by dark curls of trimmed pubic hair covering
their juncture.

   Hand in hand, the two girls walked over to the day bed at the front,
while the rest of us circled around for the spectacle.  Both girls perched
themselves on their knees, facing each other on the bed.  They wrapped in
an embrace, tongues entwined while their hands roamed over each other's
bodies.

   My attention was on Tina, who seemed fascinated at the prospect of
witnessing firsthand two girls engaged in a sexual encounter.  Tina's left
hand was once again massaging her left breast, stroking the nub of her
nipple to stand at full attention.

   Meanwhile, Cheryl had positioned the other girl horizontally on the bed
and was teasing her with feathery kisses on her inner thighs, blowing her
breath across her pussy lips and licking just outside them without actually
touching her outer labia.  I could see Tina's tongue begin to trace a line
around her own lips, as if she were participating - or at least guiding
Cheryl's activity toward the girl's throbbing vagina.

   Cheryl then fully extended her tongue and pushed it into the girl's open
snatch, penetrating it almost like an erect cock would do.  After thrusting
it in and out several times, Cheryl rested her tongue on the girl's budding
clitoris and settled down to a gentle licking and sucking rhythm.  The girl
began to arch her hips to Cheryl's face, grinding up and down against
Cheryl's mouth.  Cheryl reached her hands up to cup and massage the girl's
breasts, and the girl linked her fingers through locks of Cheryl's auburn
mane, urging her head as it bobbed between the girl's legs.  We all clapped
as the girl let out a satisfied wail, signalling her orgasm.

   After giving the Asian girl an outstretched hand to rise to her feet, I
gave Cheryl a hug and said, "Well done!" She replied, "You're not so bad
yourself.  A girl would have trouble switching teams completely with a guy
like you around."

   She smiled and patted my rear end, then gave my dick an impish pull.  I
liked her playfulness, and was glad I had made the effort to really satisfy
her earlier.  I pinched her butt in return, saying, "You'd better watch
out; Santa may have a lump of coal for you if you're a bad girl."

   She reached for my dick again and said, "Have you named him `Coal'?"

   To that I replied, "I can see you ARE a bad girl.  I'll deal with you
and your impertinence later.  But for now, it's time to finish the game." I
then removed another chair and the game continued.

   With each passing round, I noticed that Rupert would watch Tina walk
around the figure eight, his expectant gaze making it obvious that he
wanted her to ride his pole again.  However, I managed to keep him at bay
by stopping the music each time when she was well outside the proximity of
Rupert's chair.

   As the "BINGO"'s continued to mount, and the girls continued to dismount
(pun definitely intended), it got harder and harder (as each disgorged
penis got softer and softer) to keep Tina at a distance from Rupert, by the
mere fact that the number of chairs was getting smaller and smaller.

   With each round, as I checked each pussy for penetration, I would linger
over Tina's pussy to inspect the wonderful sight of her swollen labia with
an engorged cock sinking deep within.  Her words as she had earlier
observed the penises of the men in the crowd of naked bodies floated
through my mind: "long ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones..." Eleven
times she was impaled, sometimes seated toward her lover, sometime seated
backward, but always spawning the full attention and heated response of her
captive partner.  I expected her to drop from sheer exhaustion, but she
seemed to pick up steam as the evening progressed.

   In all of the succeeding rounds after failing to elicit an orgasm from
Rupert, she was the one shouting "BINGO!" to indicate that she was the
first to excite her partner to the point of spurting his semen.  I wasn't
sure whether it was an intentional way for the men to express their
hospitality to a new female guest, or was instead my wife's libido
dominating them in her newly found sexual freedom, or perhaps some
combination thereof.  Whatever it was, she did me proud (and "did" them
well)!

   By putting each of her lovers except Rupert out of the game, she
unintentionally (or otherwise) wound up having a new cock (whether long,
short, thick or thin) jammed up her eager snatch each time she sat down, up
until the last round.  When we were down to one chair remaining, Rupert was
the one who was seated in it.  I couldn't tell if it was his sexual prowess
that had kept him from cumming all night, or if instead it was because he
was intent on boinking my wife and therefore deliberately saved his spunk
for her.

   In any event, there he was, his prick standing at a right angle to the
seat of the chair.  I hadn't noticed before, but he was even bigger than me
- maybe 10 inches and quite thick at full erection.  The two girls
remaining were Tina and Shelly, Rupert's wife.  I could tell by his
continued attention on Tina that this was one time that Rupert was hoping
his wife wasn't looking for a piece of his action.

   Shelly's blonde tendrils, ensconcing her soft pink nether lips, posed a
lovely sight.  I found myself wondering who would go down on her if she
lost, since each girl who lost was supposed to be eaten out by the next
succeeding loser, but there would not be another losing girl.

   I started the music, and the two girls moved around Rupert in a circle.
Up until now, even with only two chairs, a figure eight had been the
required route, but that was no longer possible with the configuration of a
lone seat.  I let the music run longer than usual and, just to see how
determined Tina would be to win, I stopped the music when she was directly
behind Rupert's back.

   To my surprise, Shelly hesitated, stepped aside, and let Tina quickly
mount Rupert's cock.  "My pleasure," said Shelly to Tina, "It's the only
hospitable thing to do for a guest.  Besides, since you're the girl after
me, I fully expect you to take care of me when you and Rupert are done." I
could see the excitement flicker in Tina's eyes, not only from the dick
inside her, but from the prospect of tasting another woman's pussy for the
first time in her life.

   Rupert then blurted out, "No need for a `BINGO'" from this chair.  Let's
move over to the day bed." Tina seemed momentarily dejected as his cock
snaked its way back out of her well-fucked but still-not-satisfied pussy.
For all of my watching of her exploits, I hadn't yet seen her cum.

   They walked hand-in-hand to the bed while the rest of us gathered
around. I watched her lovely ass cheeks wriggle (naturally, not
intentionally) as she walked in her usual gait, before she turned to sit on
the bed.  Her full frontal nudity, proudly displayed to the crowd after the
turn and before she sat, left me breathless.

   "If you don't mind, I want to have a front row seat," I said.  Rupert
waved me to the side of the bed.  "You help her mount me," he said.

   I held my arms toward Tina, and she reached for me and placed her hands
at my shoulders.  I leaned my head forward and kissed her.  As our tongues
and lips parted, she whispered in my ear, "Thank you, Jim; this has been
the best night of my life."

   "Fuck him for all you're worth," I whispered back, "and then you're in
for a real treat with Shelly." Tina blushed but her eyes shone with
anticipation.  With that word of encouragement, I trailed kisses down her
neck and once again suckled each of her breasts.  I then placed three
fingers from my right hand at the entrance to her pussy, stroking gently as
I thumbed her clit.  "Ready?" I asked, and a wanton nod of the head was all
she could manage.  With my left arm supporting her, I laid her back on the
bed.

   I left my fingers in her snatch and told Rupert, "I want to see if she's
loose enough to take your dick and my fingers at the same time.  Is that
okay, Tina?" She nodded vigorously, and Rupert made his way to the edge of
the bed.  "This is only while we get started," he murmured, "once we get
going, I want her to myself."

   I nodded in agreement, then stood to the side, my fingers still in
place, while he used his right hand to position his cock at the juncture of
Tina's thighs.  She was so wet and so stretched that his 10-inch tool was
able to slide in beside my three fingers.  The feel of another man's cock
brushing back and forth against my hand seemed strange and taboo, but the
wanton look on my wife's face distracted me completely from any angst.

   Tina's hips began to grind her pubic mound against his pelvis, his shaft
completely disappearing in her slippery tunnel each time she did.  I took
that as a sign to make myself scarce, but not before I rubbed her clit a
few times between my thumb and forefinger.  She shook her head for me to
stop, managing to blurt out single words in between her gasps from his
thrusts: "I ...  want ...  HIM ...  to make ...  me ...  cum!"
Understanding that this was a chance for a new experience for her -
cumming via the coital thrusts of another man - rather than a slight
against me, I moved further to the side but kept my place near the bed.  I
watched the two of them moving in unison, a beautiful sight to behold. 
Neither had cum all evening, and both were pent-up with the need for
complete sexual gratification.  They moved as one, his dick sinking to the
hilt in her depths as she thrust her pelvis toward him, then sliding
silkily out (until only the head of his penis was still in her) as their
hips moved apart, only to ram back home again.  The cycle continued over

and over again.

   As I sat mesmerized, I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I looked up to see
Cheryl beside me, her auburn locks framing her pretty face above her
jutting breasts.  "I've been a ba-a-a-d girl," she drawled, "does Santa
have a lump of coal for me?"

   I smiled back at her, but then remembered the house rules.  "I don't
have any protection - you used it up earlier." She grinned, holding up a
little packet, then ripped it open and unrolled the condom over my
once-more erect cock.  "This is getting to be a habit with you," I teased.

   "I may need a little loosening up," she hinted, then became more direct
by lying back on the bed, spreading her legs, and pulling me down by the
shoulders until my head was between her thighs.  I nuzzled at her
red-haired pubic mound, then began licking her cunt, all the while peering
over at Tina and Rupert to see how they were coming along (bad pun
intended).

   They had not yet reached their climax, but seemed to be totally enjoying
one another.  Rupert had flipped Tina onto her stomach and was doing her
doggy-style, as he grasped and kneaded her breasts from behind while she
knelt on all fours.  "Oh...  oh...  that ...  feels ...  so-o-o ...  good,"
she breathed out raggedly as they continued to fuck for all they were
worth.

   As they moved in wanton abandon, Rob (Cheryl's husband) stepped forward.
Since he had gotten knocked out of the game during Tina's earlier pole-sit
on Rupert in the second round, he was the only man in the house who hadn't
yet had his dick inside my wife.  Somewhat tentatively, he asked Tina if
she'd like to feel two cocks in her body at the same time - one in her
mouth to go along with the one doing the doggy dance with her from behind.
"Yes ...  yes ...  YES!" she squealed with delight, rasping out the words
between Rupert's thrusts.  Rupert slowed his rhythm and moved with her
sideways, his cock still entrenched in her pussy, to allow Tina to grasp
Rob's cock and draw it to her lips.

   Still on all fours as she licked and sucked Rob's dick, all the while
Rupert pounding his meat into her sopping snatch from behind, Tina was a
vision to behold.  My mind floated back to the threesome, centered on her,
that I had described to Tina as we fantasized during our lovemaking just a
few hours earlier.  The real thing was even better; if only I had the video
camera from the fantasy!  I gazed at Tina's eyes, seeing her rapt delight
at being doubly fucked, my senses whirling and my cock straining at the
sight as I continued licking Cheryl's auburn-framed cunt.

   I felt Cheryl's pussy begin to constrict in my mouth.  I knew the signs
of her impending orgasm, since I had felt Tina climax in my mouth so many
times over the years.

   At the same moment that Cheryl began to cum, I heard Rob grunting in the
ecstasy of his own orgasm.  I sneaked a peek upward, with my tongue still
lavishing Cheryl's throbbing clitoris, and saw Rob's jism oozing out the
corners of Tina's mouth as her lips and tongue continued to milk him.  Her
cum-sticky tongue made a slow circle around the rim of Rob's pulsing dick
head.  Cheryl caught sight of the sexy scene, and shrieked with dual
physical and visual pleasure as her labia continued their throbbing climax
under my oral ministrations.

   My prick was swelling from the realization that Tina had now coaxed the
release of cum from the balls of every man in the place other than Rupert,
and he was certainly about to be next!  His dick still firmly planted in
Tina's pussy and his hands groping her tits, he appeared to be nearing a
climax as Rob backed away and the threesome became a couple once again.

   When the waves of Cheryl's orgasm had subsided, I stopped tonguing her
slit and quickly moved between her legs to insert my straining cock into
her wet and willing pussy.  Somewhat subconsciously, I began to adopt the
rhythm that Rupert and Tina were keeping.  The two of them had reverted to
the missionary position after Rob backed away, making it so I could watch
Tina's beautiful triangle of dark pubic hair from the front as her labia
were separated repeatedly by Rupert's long, shiny, latex-covered love tool.

   Tina's tits were jiggling with each of Rupert's thrusts, and I could
tell by their intertwined tongues that the two of them wanted to satisfy
each other to the fullest.  He had his hands cupping both cheeks of her
ass, pulling her toward him with each thrust to maximize the penetration of
his dick in her vagina.  I was getting so hot watching them, I could feel
my climax mounting.

   "Fuck me harder," encouraged Cheryl, more than likely prompted by the
lengthening of my dick inside her, as she approached another orgasm.  "Fuck
ME harder," panted Tina to Rupert, and I could see the two of them
quickening their pace.

   Just when I could hold off no longer, I saw Tina and Rupert both jerking
spasmodically as they peaked together.  Cheryl and I began cumming at the
same moment.  I felt such a release - and such a thrill watching my wife
have an orgasm with another man while I watched.

   Tina looked up at Rupert, kissed him, then looked over at me.  "Was it
good for you, babe?" she asked.

   "Good as it gets!" I replied.

   "We're not done yet," a female voice purred from the back.  It was
Shelly.  "It's my turn with Tina," she said.  "Get off her, you big
galoot," she teased her husband.  Rupert dismounted, and I was shocked to
see the volume of semen filling his condom.

   Tina noticed it, too.  "Did I do that to you?" she queried shyly.

   "Most I've ever cum, thanks to you, you hot little wench," he answered.

   "Hot is right," said Shelly, "now turn her over to me." Rupert moved to
the side as Shelly moved in front of Tina.  Her statuesque build and
platinum blonde hair struck a somewhat imposing figure.

   Tina, still lying back on the bed and somewhat in the throes of Rupert's
fucking, sat up and looked up into Shelly's eyes.  Shelly stood frozen as
Tina's gaze worked its way down to Shelly's erect nipples and then down to
the blonde tendrils framing the vee of her legs.  As tall as she was,
Shelly's crotch was just below mouth level from where Tina sat on the edge
of the day bed.

   Somewhat tentatively, Tina reached up to tweak Shelly's nipples, then
wrapped her arms around Shelly's waist to cup her ass cheeks.  Tina stuck
her tongue into Shelly's navel erotically as she massaged her ass.  Shelly
reached down to run her fingers through Tina's brunette and silver hair.

   Taking that as her signal, Tina proceeded to feather kisses along a
trail down to Shelly's pubic mound.  Shelly's knees moved apart.  Tina
traced her tongue toward Shelly's slit and managed to lick it a few times,
but then said, "This position is too awkward.  Come down on the bed and sit
on my face."

   Shelly gurgled excitedly, then obeyed Tina by straddling her face as
Tina lay back on the bed.  Tina took her time; I could see that she was
savouring the feel and smell of the skin of Shelly's velvety labia against
her tongue.  I knew that Tina could well imagine how Shelly felt on the
receiving end of this royal treatment, as she herself had so often felt
when I'd eat her out during lovemaking.  I could almost sense that Tina
began to wonder what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of
another woman going down on her, just as she was doing to Shelly.

   As if reading her mind, Shelly raised up off of Tina's face, turned
around, and resumed her straddle position but turned the opposite
direction, giving her access to Tina's vagina.  "69 is my favourite
number," explained Shelly.

   She wasted no time in licking Tina's labia lovingly, her tongue darting
in and out of the opening that was framed by Tina's tender but swollen
vaginal lips.  The two of them sucked and slurped, making enough noise that
some in the crowd began to chuckle.  They continued their ministrations
with tongues, lips and fingers for at least 10 minutes, when I heard Shelly
begin to breathe harder.  She raised her head from Tina's muff just long
enough to ask, "Can you cum yet?"

   We could all see Tina's nod in Shelly's crotch.  They continued to lick,
manually penetrate, and suckle each other's pussies.  In moments, the two
of them were writhing together on the bed.  Shelly spun around from Tina's
crotch up to her face, and the two of them French-kissed for a minute or
two while they finished frigging each other's pussies with their fingers. A
loud round of applause greeted them from the crowd.

   A short while later, after everyone was dressed, Tina and I offered our
thanks and goodbyes to each of the other couples.  Cheryl gave me a nod and
a wink and said, "Any time, Santa." Shelly kissed Tina on the cheek and
whispered, "You're the best!" Having overheard his wife, Rupert agreed,
"The best woman either of us has ever had." He gave Tina a hug, followed a
kiss on the lips.

   As we walked toward the car, I took Tina's hand in mine.  "Think you'll
be up for one more cock when we get back to the hotel?" I asked.  She
smiled and answered, "Only if that ever-ready dick of yours is `up' -
literally - for one more pussy," she replied.

   My giddiness mingled with a sense of protectiveness toward Tina, wanting
to make sure that she was okay after the surprising events of the night. 
"Any regrets?" I queried

   "Only that we waited so long to do this," she answered, and proceeded to
kiss me fully on the lips.