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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.

The following story contains themes of explicit sex.  If you're not old
enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)

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Couples: Vic and Judith

by RAM


"This guy and his wife like to have 'key parties,'" Emily said.  "The 
guys toss their keys into a pile and the women pull out a set and go 
home with the guy who belongs to the keys." 

"What?  They don't really do it that way, do they?" I asked her.  I 
was intrigued, stimulated, really.  I have read, and dreamed, about 
these things but I have never believed that they were true.  I 
thought that people were just telling stories; wishful thinking, I'd 
say.  Now my wife, barely 28, was having me meet one of these 
"key" people.  Apparently, when I had talked of these things to 
Emily, I made an impression, and because Emily has a hot pussy, I 
imagine that she herself was turned on by the thoughts, especially, 
knowing that I might give her approval to fuck other men.  

"They call themselves 'swingers,'" Emily said.  I have never heard 
the term used like that before.  A swinger, I thought, was someone 
"hip," like an art lover, a pot smoker, a musician.  The term seemed 
strange to me.  

The moment is here.  There's a guy in my living room, saying "Let 
me show you a picture of my wife." As he pulls it out of his pocket, I 
hope that it will be of a naked woman.  I look; it isn't.  It is an 
ordinary photo of a demure and respectable looking blonde woman 
in a modest dress.  I am mildly disappointed.  What did I expect?  I 
am not disappointed with her appearance; in fact, she looks nice 
and innocent.  But I presumed that people who did these things, if 
they really existed, "swingers" would be an exhibitionistic bunch 
and not mind posing for the camera.  After all, I have taken naked 
pictures of Emily.  No, Vic's wife's appearance does not disappoint 
me; she was a woman I would turn my head to look at if I saw her 
on the street; she was pretty and her shape, visible in an A-line 
dress, was nice.  Vic said that his wife, Judith, is 30 years old, 
same as me.  I just thought that she would look like a slut.  

We chat a little bit about who we are.  Vic is a salesman; he talks 
like it, kind of jaunty, with a forced, slightly nervous 
aggressiveness.   

"Would you like to go to a swinging party?" he asks us.  He tries to 
prepare us by telling us that sometimes you meet weird people at 
these things, but I do not pay too much attention.  As far as I am 
concerned, swingers are all weird, but that's okay with me because 
I am imagining myself with his blonde wife.  

We meet Vic and Judith at their house. Emily gets in their car with 
Vic; Judith gets in mine and we all drive off to the swinging party 
downtown.  Appropriately, I think, we ride with each other's 
spouses. After all, that's what swingers do!  I feel very 
progressively modern, very hip, so the term seems to be fitting.  
Judith is very nice, too.  She is also very pretty, better looking than 
the stiff photo Vic showed us.  She has soft, nicely combed blonde 
hair, blue eyes, and pale white skin.  A genuine blonde.  She is 
about 5'4, 110. 

We are let into an apartment by a guy that Vic knows.  There are 
already three couples seated at a table eating dinner.  The guy 
invites us to join them, but the four of us decline, seeing that we 
have come just a bit early.  We help ourselves to drinks at the little 
buffet bar.  I sit on the couch with Judith, and Emily sits on the love 
seat with Vic.  Soon enough, the dinner ends and several more 
people show up.  

The living room is very dark and I do not immediately notice that 
traffic is going in and out of the back room.  I assume that people 
are going to the bathroom, or just finding a private place to talk.  I 
am not aware that any swinging is going on until a pretty brunette, 
sitting on the couch at my side, speaks to me, saying "Some of the 
women go back there and just stay there."  I am startled by her 
words.  

I look around for Judith.  She had disappeared into the back room 
and has been gone quite a while.  I hadn't paid notice until this 
moment, that she has not returned.  I feel somewhat abandoned.  I 
thought, somehow, that Judith was with me.  I turn my head and 
look at the woman sitting at my side.  

"Do you know Gil?"  she asks me.  I shake my head.  "He's the guy 
that has these parties.  This is his place.  He owns a restaurant." 
She mentions the name; I have heard of it.  While she is speaking, 
a naked man walks out from the back room.  "Oh, there he is," my 
talk companion exclaims.  He is the first totally naked person I've 
seen tonight.  

I realize that it is probably time for me to take my clothes off.  There 
is a fat guy there who has stripped off only down to his shorts.  So, 
taking the cue from him, I do the same.  His wife, a chubby blonde, 
who earlier, at the dinner table, I recall, referred to someone they 
were talking about as "a prude," is in the middle of the living room 
floor, dancing by herself, wearing a negligee of a non-prudish sort 
that tops off at the middle of her thighs.  Her legs are nice and 
chubby.  She keeps looking at me, smiling at me, and I think that 
perhaps she wants me to dance with her, or more.  I am enticed, 
but I am still nervous about this whole swing thing.  When Judith 
comes out from the back room, I feel a sort of loyalty to her and put 
the chubby blonde out of my mind.  I am happy to see Judith.  

Judith is wearing a Frederick's type of slip, which shows a lot but 
nevertheless is more modest than the totally naked guy.  I 
appreciate her discretion.  One of the women who was dining 
earlier when we arrived is stretched out on the floor totally naked.  I 
am mildly shocked at see her like that.  She had seemed so 
respectable and now she is there on display for everyone to see.  I 
have never seen an American woman totally naked in front of a 
group of people.  I have been in a lot of fucking situations by 
myself, and with Emily, but they have always involved me, or us, 
alone, and only once with another woman.  

Vic walks over to Emily and extends his hand to her.  She takes it, 
and allows him to lead her off to the back room.  As she leaves, 
trailing a step behind Vic, she looks over at me as if she is 
reluctant, perhaps checking my reaction.  She is unsure, I guess.   I 
give her a wave, and call out "Have fun," to encourage her.  When 
she sees that I am not objecting to what she is about to do, she too 
disappears into the back where people, I suppose, are doing it.  

I want my wife to have fun because I want to have fun with Judith.  
That is what swingers do, isn't it? Judith sits next to me, and I am 
squashed between two sexy women on the couch, their bare thighs 
pressing against mine.  I feel my cock hardening; I am dripping.  I 
am glad that I have left my shorts on.  

After a moment, the other woman, perhaps thinking that I have 
reserved myself for Judith, excuses herself and moves off to anther 
corner of the room and talks to another guy.  

After a few minutes, Judith stands; she takes my hand, saying, 
"Come on, let's get you into the party!"  She leads me off, willingly, 
to the back room.  I enter the room behind her, hoping to see Emily 
there with Vic but we are the only ones in the room.  Apparently, 
there is more than one bedroom.  

Out of sight of the others, my courage returns; I pull down my 
shorts and step out of them.  I approach Judith; I put my hands on 
the straps of her slip down over her shoulders.  It drops to the floor 
and Judith stands totally exposed before me.  She is slim, very 
white, and soft to the touch.  Her tits hang, droop really, just a little 
bit stretched out, but nicely, I think.   She is the first woman I have 
ever been with, except Honey Bee, with tits that hang very low like 
that.  I reach down and lift them in my hands, bringing their nipples 
up to my lips.  I realize that I can actually kiss both her nipples at 
the same time because her tits are so long and stretchy.  She sees 
what I am doing.  

"I can kiss them, too," Judith says, and pulls up one of her breasts 
to her mouth and sucks her own nipple.  I am impressed with her 
lasciviousness.  I try to push her back onto the bed to fuck her; 
instead, she sits on the edge of the bed, refusing to fall onto her 
back.  "No, not now!" she says.  "Not yet!"  For a moment, I am 
startled, fearing rejection, a constant problem all of my life, the fear 
of being denied.   But, before I get a chance to wallow in alarm, she 
drops to her knees in front of me. "I want to suck you first." She 
takes my cock in her mouth.  

Judith sucks me with enthusiasm, with great experience.  I have 
not had my cock in many American women's mouths, and I am 
greatly pleased with her.  Except for Emily, the other American 
women that have sucked me have not done so for any great length 
of time.  Nor, have they been of the Honey Bee, or Emily, high-
quality sucking level.  My wife is very good at sucking, I know.  
And, Honey Bee, the notorious Japanese prostitute of my youth, a 
woman who I calculated once had sucked over 20,000 cocks, has 
always been the gauge which I use to judge the quality of blow 
jobs.  Judith is in that esteemed cock sucking class.  Adding to my 
feelings is my knowledge that she has already been back here, 
perhaps with more than one guy, and had probably sucked their 
cocks, too.  The thought of Judy sucking multiple cocks makes me 
ooze.  I take hold of her head and cradle it softly as she sucks my 
dripping stiff dick.  I hold it steady, and fuck into her face.  I love 
the idea that another man's wife is actually sucking my cock like 
she likes it!  And I love the idea that this woman's husband is 
nearby.  What does Vic think about Judith sucking other men's 
cocks?  For a brief moment, a vision of Emily with Vic crosses my 
mind.   She might be doing the same thing with him as I am with his 
wife.  

After five minutes of Judith's sucking, we go 69 on the bed, lying on 
our sides, hanging onto each other's hips, our heads bobbing in 
passionate appreciation of each other's genitals.  Her pussy is 
delicious; her genuine blonde pubic hair is silky soft; I thoroughly 
lick her pussy, her lips, her insides, her thighs, enjoying myself 
immensely.  I let my tongue run into her asshole, too; that seems to 
turn her on even more, and she reciprocates, licking my balls, 
running her tongue under them, and propelling her whirling tongue 
into my asshole.  We lick at each other's brown holes this way for 
several minutes.  Finally, unable to stand much more, I climb onto 
her.  She hooks her ankles over my shoulders; I fuck her hard, our 
stomachs make great sounding slap noises when our mutual 
thrusts meet.  Judith is very agile.  I have never fucked a woman 
who can twist her body like she is doing, balancing herself with her 
heels on my shoulders while her hips pump at my cock.  

I shoot my wad, a big one, into her; I look at her face as I come; it's 
what I like to do; I always do that with Emily, too, when I unload in 
her.  Judith grimaces; no smiles on her face; it is contorted, she 
grits her teeth, her brow is furrowed, her eyes are tightly shut.  I fall 
on top of her.  After a moment, she tells me, quietly, "I can't 
breathe." I roll off.  

Judith takes a towel that has been thoughtfully located on the bed 
and wipes my cock off.  With the same towel, she wipes herself off, 
too.  She grins at me; then she jumps up and disappears back into 
the living room.  I follow behind her, like a meek, grateful puppy 
dog, following his master.  As I enter the living room, Judith is 
leaving with another guy who had not been there earlier.  I just 
dropped my load in her pussy; I feel slightly rejected, I am just an 
orgasm tool for her.  

More people arrive.  There is a fat dark guy, still wearing his 
clothes, talking to a naked Vic.  The fat guy has a woman with him.  
Vic appears somewhat agitated about the guy's presence.  

"Every thing okay?" I ask Vic, when he leaves the guy sitting on the 
couch and comes and stands by me.  

"That guy showed up," Vic says.  "The asshole said that he was 
going to call before he came to the party.  Now, he's here.  I know 
why he did it.  He knew that I might say no.  So, you know what the 
prick did?  He got the address from our babysitter and just came on 
over uninvited.  I told him that he had to have a woman to get into 
the party.  So, he went to a bar and picked one up.  He said she 
wanted to come, but she's not a swinger!  She's just his ticket to 
get in.  The guy's a jerk; I'm sorry to say that I work with him." 

I look at the woman.  She doesn't look bad; she is about 45, 5'8, 
135, and is going around looking at everybody, most of whom were 
naked, exclaiming, "My, my, isn't this a nice party," and stuff like 
that.  I think she is drunk.  

After a few minutes Vic cools down and, apparently, decides to 
make the best of it.  He goes over to his friend's pickup girlfriend 
and asks her to dance.  As they dance, Vic totally naked and she 
clothed, Vic begins removing her clothes.  The woman obliges by 
making exaggerated dancing movements that allow him to remove 
her clothing while they are dancing.  It is fun watching them.  First, 
her blouse comes off.  Then her skirt, which she kicks off.  Then 
her slip, leaving her in bra and panties.  Vic grinds his hips into her 
and she grinds back, like a burlesque queen.  

Vic leaves her to go to the bathroom.  As soon as he disappears, 
his place is taken by the chubby blonde's fat husband who moves 
in on the woman.  The pickup woman, now naked except for bra 
and panties, unhesitatingly dances with him.  Her own behavior 
has made her hot and she is rubbing her crotch into the fat guy's 
cock.  He undoes her bra, and then follows up by pulling down her 
panties.  They fall into each other's arms, her tits pressing into his 
fat chest, and continue dancing, cunt to cock.  Their lips meet and 
you can almost see their tongues working in each other's mouths.  
They are still at it, hot and heavy, when Vic comes back and sees 
that the woman he has primed is now generously donating her 
aroused charms to another man.  .  

Vic gets mad.  "Hey, Fatty," he calls the guy.  "What the hell do you 
think you're doing?"  The chubby blonde's husband says 
something about "look-who's talking" because Vic is not really slim-
and-trim either.  Although the fat guy looks kind of scared and 
reluctant, he and Vic square off with each other, almost moving in a 
circle, reluctantly sizing each other up.  The host comes out of the 
back room, apparently being disturbed by another party goer.  I 
hear him angrily muttering, "Jesus Christ," and, "I invited a bunch 
of teenagers."  He steps in front of Vic.   "I think you should leave," 
he says.  Since Vic was not a dinner guest, I suppose that he has 
to go, rather than the fat guy.  While Vic retrieves Judith from the 
back room, Emily and I put on our clothes.  I regret leaving, but 
since we came to the party with them, the four of us all head out 
the door.  

And, that is the end of our first swinging party.  But, our evening is 
not over.  We follow Vic and Judith to their house.  As soon as we 
get there, we disrobe and the four of us sit on their couch.  At the 
right end of the couch, Judith plays with my cock; at the left end, I 
observe my wife and Vic.  Emily is sitting at his left; her head is in 
his lap.  She is sucking his cock!  It is the only time I have ever 
seen her with another man.  She is sucking his big cock slowly and 
with quiet relish.  My wife sucks good, I know.  Vic is leaning back 
against the armrest, his right arm extended over the back of the 
couch, his head bent down, looking down at my wife's head 
servicing his fat cock, watching her lips slide over his bulging cock 
head, making it disappear, then watching her take half of its length 
into her mouth.  

Judith continues to masturbate me.  While she does, I play with her 
long hanging breasts.  She looks at me as if to gauge my reaction 
to her body.  "They embarrass me," she tells me.  

"I like them," I say.  

"You do?" 

"Yes, I do.  They are so manipulable!" 

"Do you want to go into the bedroom?" she asks.  

"Yes," I answer, grateful for her suggestion, because I am slightly 
embarrassed being in the same room with my wife while she is 
sucking another guy.  It excites me, but I feel embarrassed 
watching my wife with another man's cock in her mouth.  I feel 
guilty.  
 
In the bedroom, Judith stands at the end of the bed.  She looks at 
me, a smile on her face.  Now that I am alone with Judith, with her 
looking at me, ready to have sex with me, I don't feel guilty.  But, I 
am slightly nervous.  "What do you do?" I ask her, like I am in a 
whorehouse.  

She answers, "Oh, almost anything." 

"Have you ever taken it in the ass?" 

"Yes," she answers, slightly hesitantly, I think.  

"How did it feel?" I ask her .  

"It felt okay.  But, afterwards I felt as if I had to shit continuously.  
But, all-in-all, I enjoyed it.  But, I'd rather do something else!" 

I do not want to fuck her in the ass, so I screw up my courage and 
overwhelm my self-consciousness and say what I feel.  "I really 
enjoyed being sucked." 

She goes down on me.  In the dark room, against the background 
light of the hallway, I watch her blonde silhouetted head give me a 
first-class bobbing head blow job.  I feel her slut mouth tugging 
enthusiastically at my knob; I hear her wonderful sounds, her 
slurps caressing my ears, her wet velvet lips softly munching away 
on my shiny knob.  Against the backdrop light pouring through the 
open doorway I see her spit and my semen glistening on her 
hands.  

I get really large; it matches my courage.  "I want to fuck you 
dogstyle."  I am intent on getting my favorite sexual action with this 
terrific innocent looking blonde slut wife.  

Judith moves up on the bed; she goes to her knees; her elbows 
and forearms are on the bed, her face in the pillow.  I take my final 
assault position, on my knees behind her.  I grip her wonderful 
white globes with my hands.  I insert my cock into her well 
lubricated pussy; I survey the terrain of her heart-shaped ass, then 
up through the isthmus of her small waist, and up over her back to 
her shoulder blades, and finally to the ridges of her small white 
shoulders.  I begin the final campaign; I grip her by her hips; I 
thrust back and forth; like heavy artillery, my hips pound against 
her beautiful white ass.  

I explode; it's an unstoppable gusher; I overflow her receptacle 
pussy.  In total surrender, she falls onto her stomach.  I fall on top 
of her, squashing her to the bed, victoriously squeezing my last 
shots into her interior, bringing her to a shuddering stop.  An 
unrecordable long moment passes.  I roll off of her onto my back.  
In unconditional surrender, she slides down on my soft cock and 
submissively licks our fuck juices from my cock.  She curls up at my 
hips; my victorious spent cock wilts and drips its last bit of semen 
in her mouth.  Our breathing fills the room.  

We return to the living room.  I expect to find my wife and Vic still at 
it, but they are absent.  Judith and I sit back down and look at each 
other's naked bodies.  I hear Emily's voice, an orgasmic song 
wafting from the hallway, "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" 

"She really gets into it," Judith comments, hearing Emily's wail.  I 
too, am also impressed with my wife's wantonness.  I have 
experienced many firsts tonight, and hearing my wife being brought 
off by another man really turns me on.  I am determined that I will 
take advantage of her hot pussy and experience this lustful fun 
again, and again, and again! 

The back room sounds ebb.  My naked wife returns with Vic; they 
are holding hands.  He just fucked my wife, I think.  The thought 
makes my cock twitch.  

"How was my wife?" Vic asks.  His question embarrasses me, 
making me wonder if I should say something like, "Your wife is a 
real cock sucking slut," but I weasel out of expressing my 
emotions.  

"I really enjoyed it," I lamely say.  

Emily and I get dressed and say good night to our naked hosts.  

"Wait'll you get home," Vic announces.  "You're gonna fuck like you 
never fucked before."  I wonder what he means.  

We get back to our house.  I learn what Vic's parting words to us 
meant.  Emily and I fuck until daybreak.  My wife sucks my cock 
like she has never sucked it before.  She takes me to the very end 
and sucks my cock until it is just a shriveled, dried up little Vienna 
sausage.  Swinging has made us better fuckers.  We have found 
our calling.  


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