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Authors name: Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
Story title : Swinging with Oscar and Friends - 1

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Swinging with Oscar and Friends Part 1 
by Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)

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This story is fictional. It has no relationship to 
anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. 
It came out of my own sick mind. It's pornographic and 
should not be read by anyone who doesn't like this kind 
of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18 years 
of age or under. It's probably not good for you and you 
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Part 1: Swinging with Oscar

 The bastard, Oscar, is a son of a bitch. He's fucking 
my wife without my consent. He's doing it in the most 
perverse way knowing that I know he's doing it and 
flaunting it before me with full knowledge that I can't 
object.

 I'm Henry P. III, and my family are prominent 
socialites in New York. I'm 24, 5'10", and 160 lbs., 
trim in good shape and a recent grad from law school; 
work for a prestigious law firm in Manhattan in their 
Probate and Trusts division. My family connections 
helped me get my job.

 Recently I married Jean who I knew since we were kids 
and we moved in the same circles.
Her family is also well established. She's 23 years old, 
5'5", and 110 lbs., also keeps in good shape, dirty 
blond. She has nice boobs, plump tush, and has those 
good looks that attract attention. She has a degree in 
the fine arts and works as an assistant curator at a 
museum here in Manhattan.

 I met Oscar in the steam room of a health club where I 
go to in the afternoon when I have free time to workout 
after which I go to the steam room, shower and go home 
for supper. It was in the steam room I first saw him on 
a bench just opposite from me, stretched out with his 
sheet wide-open, legs apart. A big man, maybe 35 years 
old, over 200 lbs., all muscle, wide shoulders, 
prominent nose and mustache. What attracted my attention 
was his long fat moist dick with a big circumcised head 
there on the bench. I couldn't take my eyes off of it; 
it raised an unnatural passion in me and my prick 
responded by getting hard. Glancing up, I noticed that 
he was looking at me with a big smile on his face. 
Embarrassed I immediately looked away, wrapped my sheet 
around myself and left to get control of myself under a 
cold shower but I knew he knew of my admiration for his 
dick.

 He left also but I could not face him in the shower 
room and I dallied so that he would leave before me and 
he left before me in the locker room when I got dressed. 
When I came out in the lobby he was there and came over 
to me and said, "I've checked you out, and I'm told that 
your family is important here in New York. I wonder if 
you would give me the pleasure of your company and let 
me buy you a drink? We can go to Dante's which is just 
around the corner."

 Sure, I could use a drink and obviously he wasn't 
making a big deal of my indiscreet admiration of his 
cock in the steam room. Having heard of Dante's I was 
curious; it was known as an old fashion saloon where the 
gays, lesbians and others with bizarre tastes would 
gather and find others with the a similar bent. It was 
dark when we entered with a long bar on one side and 
tables on the other side and a large aisle in between; 
it had fixtures and pictures from the turn of the 
century. As we walked down the aisle the few patrons 
seemed to know Oscar and greeted him as we walked by.
We went to the far end of the bar and sat on the stools. 
The bar tender knew him also and when he came to serve 
us, Oscar ordered his usual; he brought back a full 
bottle of a fine Irish whiskey, a pitcher of water with 
ice cubes, two whiskey glasses, two water glasses and a 
plate of nuts.

 "Is this drink OK with you?" Oscar asked.

 "Sure," I answered.

 Oscar poured two shots, two chasers and pushed one to 
me, and said, "Cheers." We downed the drinks. He poured 
another and pushed the bottle to me to pour my own. As 
we drank and munched nuts he told me with pride about 
himself describing how he pulled himself up as a dropout 
from school to his present wealth. His father, a 
dockworker, drank too much. He quit school at 16 in the 
10th grade and went to work to help support his mother 
and four younger sisters as a delivery boy to a 
dressmaker in the Bronx who needed a strong and tough 
kid to safe guard his shipments from mobsters offering 
protection. As he acquired the contacts in the business 
he opened up a shop for himself in the needle trade.

 It was in the rag business (that's what they call the 
fabricating of women's apparel) where he met his wife, 
Maria. She was a seamstress who worked for him from 
Spanish Harlem but acquired the knack for discovering 
the coming spring and fall fashion in women's clothing 
and could make the patterns to make cheap copies to be 
sold in department stores and dress shops to the public. 
If they were right for the season's production they made 
big profits and if wrong they would be stuck with unsold 
merchandise. Not only was she tall and good looking but 
also necessary for business so he married her. They knew 
their stuff and became extremely wealthy.

 With the second bottle I lost my normal restraint to 
talk about myself and from his urging I told him about 
my wife and myself. Getting a little tipsy, he insisted 
on taking me home by cab to my apartment. Releasing the 
cab he helped me in where he met Jean and accepted her 
offer to a cup of coffee while I plopped down on the 
couch and fell asleep. I don't know how long he stayed 
and talked to Jean but he was gone when I awoke hungry. 
Jean gave me supper cold and rattled on how she was 
impressed with my new friend, Oscar. She accepted his 
offer to join him and his wife to go out some evening. 
Maria was to contact her to make plans.

 Friday my wife called me at work and told me that Maria 
did call and made a date for tonight and we will be 
picked up by Oscar at 7 to go for a meal at a gourmet 
restaurant, then to a disco for some dancing to follow 
that with a nightcap at their place all at his expense. 
We were ready when the buzzer to our apartment rang; 
Oscar downstairs was waiting for us, and we came down 
Jean in her tight short evening dress with slits on the 
sides with a wrap, and I had on my regular dark suit. 
Oscar gallantly held the rear door to his Mercedes for 
us and off we went to a fancy French restaurant in 
Queens.

 Oscar made it a point to sit next to my wife when we 
were seated at the restaurant while I sat next to Maria. 
The food was great but I couldn't help noticing that 
Oscar was toying with my wife under the table while Jean 
pretended to resist and was obviously enjoying it. Maria 
asked me if I knew Kendrick and Margaret Vander K.. I 
told her, "Their family came from the original Dutch 
settlers in New Amsterdam and are prominent among the 
elite here. We knew them well as we grew up together."

 "As you no doubt know, they moved to Toronto just 
recently and we were sorry to see them go," Maria said 
and she nonchalantly continued, "We were swinging with 
them and we are now looking for a nice young couple to 
swing with again." Jean giggled but I didn't have the 
slightest idea what Maria was talking about.

 After supper when Oscar and Maria went to get the car 
and I had Jean alone I asked her, "What's this swinging 
bit anyway?"

 "Everyone knows that, swinging is where two couples 
exchange spouses from time to time for sex and intimate 
sharing," explained Jean.

 "No way will I go for that," I insisted, "I'm not going 
to let Oscar screw you. I'm no pervert."

 "Don't be a prude," chuckled my wife, "Besides how do 
you know it's Oscar that wants to screw me, maybe it's 
Maria."

 "That's sick," I sputtered, "We're not going to 
participate in that kind of stuff, I will not have it."

 Our disagreement was interrupted when Oscar drove up; 
he got out to let us in and away we drove in the 
Mercedes to a disco. I was pissed as Oscar plied Jean 
with drinks to break down her resistance at the disco 
where he took liberties pawing her at every opportunity 
both on and off the dance floor. In fact, she seemed to 
like his attention and made it a point to nuzzle up to 
him. I was going to put a stop to it when fortunately he 
said, "Let's go to my place for a nightcap."

 We drove to an area in Battery Park City Development 
where the most expensive condominiums were overlooking 
the Hudson River and parked in a secured parking area 
under their building. They had a unit on the 7th floor 
and Oscar bragged that it cost him a « million for his 
unit unfinished and he contracted to complete it himself 
at great expense. Their unit was spacious and well 
furnished. Their hired help to maintain it and serve 
them were not about when we arrived a little after 11 in 
the evening.

 Jean gave her wrap to Oscar and he threw it over a 
chair, and Maria induced me to give her my coat and tie 
to get more comfortable throwing them over the same 
chair. Oscar asked if martinis were OK and he proceeded 
to shake some in a decanter and poured us each a drink. 
We were in the playroom as Oscar called it; it had a 
small bar in a corner and a music center where Oscar put 
on some slow dance music. Jean downed her drink and 
Oscar led her to the dance area for some intimate 
dancing placing one arm around her back and the other 
hand in front in the slit of her dress on to her hip. 
Inhibitions gone by the alcohol Jean wrapped her arms 
around Oscar's muscular wide shoulders and rested her 
head in the nape of his neck. When Oscar slipped his 
hand from Jean's hip to her crotch that was going too 
far and I would have stopped him then and there but for 
the fact my own cock awakened to contradict my wishes 
and tented up in my pants.

 Maria seeing my condition said, "Let them have some 
innocent fun, and besides let me show you some amusing 
toys I have at the other end of the room." Maria took my 
hand so that instead of stopping him I follow her to the 
wall directly opposite to them. She pressed a button 
that caused a panel in the wall to slide open disclosing 
objects hanging behind it. Taking from the wall a pair 
of cuffs separated by a chain about two feet long she 
clamped them shut on my wrists and being caught by 
surprise I failed to stop her.

 "Wait a minute," I said, "This is not my thing." 
Ignoring me she spun me around and slipped a thin strap 
around my elbows and pulled it tight in back fastening 
my arms to my sides immobilizing me. I protested, "Stop 
right now and release me."

 Not paying any attention, she turned me around again 
and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, down came my 
zipper and she yanked my pants and shorts to my hips 
causing my erect cock to be exposed. "Oh my," she said, 
"We have to do something about that, we don't want you 
to have a premature ejaculation and messing up my rug." 
Still protesting she took a leather cockring with snaps 
from the wall, wrapped the thin adjustable leather band 
tightly around the base of my prick together with 
another thin strap under my scrotum so that my prick and 
balls engorged stood hard in front of me but prevented 
me from releasing a load.

 Turning around I observed Oscar and my wife; he had her 
spread out face down on a lounge with her legs out over 
the end, her dress pulled up to her waist, her panties 
off, and her plump ass available to be penetrated. 
Sheathed with a well-greased rubber the bastard placed 
his thick, long cock to her asshole and with a thrust 
proceeded to bugger her. Jean gyrated and yelped with 
pleasure and pushed back to take the whole darn thing up 
her ass. I was so turned on by the sight that my own 
cock would have shot but for the cockring I was wearing.

 "Your wife's a real slut," Maria chuckled, "Let's see 
how much we can get out of you. Bend over boy and we'll 
see if you can take it as well as Kendrick." Maria took 
from the wall a fancy strap; about 3 feet long with a 
multi-braided handle, pulled me over and let me have it 
hard across my ass.

 "Yeow," I screamed, "I don't go for this at all."

 "I don't care; it is fun to break you," she said as 
she let me have two more times hard across my ass.

 "Yeow," I screamed again, "Stop immediately; this is 
painful and I'm no masochist."

 "Aux contraire, you really want it and need it. All you 
rich pampered young men want to be controlled and 
abused," she replied, and her wicked whip landed across 
my ass again as the sadist continued her torment. "After 
all Kendrick didn't like it either," she continued, "But 
he accepted it for me." I could see out of the corner of 
my eye that Oscar having finished fucking my wife's ass, 
with her in his arms walked over to watch us. He had a 
big smile on his face as he whispered something in my 
wife's ear.

 As Maria laid it on I lost all will to resist; it was 
painfully but exhilarating and I knew I was hers to play 
with and obey. Deciding to disrobe me she released my 
hands from their bounds, my shirt and undershirt were 
pulled off; my pants were pulled down and removed with 
my shoes, socks so that with my prick erect in front of 
me restricted by the cockring aching to climax I was 
completely naked. I was humiliated and aroused at the 
same time; my adrenaline was flowing.

 "Enough of this fun time for you," Maria said, "On your 
knees, boy, it is time for you to satisfy me." and she 
put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. 
Placing a collar around my neck with a leash she led me 
on my knees to a chair; with her dress up and panties 
down she sat and yanked me so that I directly faced her 
hairy twat. Pulling my head in she pressed my lips to 
her wet smelly pussy and said "Lick me good."

 I knew what to do although I never licked pussy before 
and started slowly on the outside of her pussy lips and 
licked causing a reaction as she twitched. Slowly I 
worked my way along her puffy lips and tasted the 
wetness of her flow. As she moaned, I moved in and 
lapped up the increased moisture that accumulated. She 
was now bucking and moaning even louder. I dug in and 
pressed my tongue, nose and face as far as I could go so 
that I tasted and smelled her nectar and she yelped, 
moaned and pressed my head in as she climaxed. "Well 
done," Maria complemented me, "You're a good pussy 
licker." I know I shouldn't have been but I was aroused 
and proud of myself.

 "You did well," Maria said, "I'm going to reward you. 
Stand up, boy," and as I stood up she and removed the 
cock ring relieving the pressure that the darn thing 
placed on my prick and balls. On her left hand she put 
on a latex glove and greased two fingers before 
inserting them into my asshole; grabbing my cock with 
her right hand wiggled the fingers in my asshole, I 
pumped and shot my load onto my pants that was on the 
floor at my feet. "You certainly made a mess on your 
clothes, take them and go to the bathroom; wash up so 
that we can all retire."

 There in the bathroom on a chair neatly folded were a 
pair of pajamas and after my shower I put them on. They 
fit. As I walked out I yelled, "Hello, where is 
everybody?'

 "In here," came Maria's response, "The second door to 
your left is our master bedroom."

Entering, there was my wife in a skimpy nightie in the 
arms of Maria half under the covers in a large king-size 
bed and Oscar emerging from an adjoining bathroom in 
only a pajama top with his large cock in front of him. 
Wishing me a good night he got in bed and pressed 
himself to the back of my wife so that she was 
sandwiched between the two of them. "I'm sorry there 
isn't enough room for you in bed with us," Marie said, 
"But you can sleep on the cot along the wall or in our 
guest bedroom next door." I choose the cot. Marie 
switched off the lights so that only the night-light 
remained on.

 In the dim light I could see under the covers Oscar had 
penetrated my wife in her rear while the two girls were 
toying with each other's crotch with their hands. The 
silence was broken by the grunts of Oscar and the 
passionate yelps of the girls. As they climaxed I 
masturbated in my sheet above me in bed. The room again 
went silent as I pushed away my messed up sheet and 
under the remaining covers I dozed off to a well-needed 
sleep.

 When I awoke in the morning, the three of them were 
gone but pinned to my pillow was a note that said, "You 
will find in the adjoining bathroom all that you will 
need to clean up, a razor, toothbrush, mouthwash and 
etc. After you clean up join us for breakfast in the 
dinning room." In the bathroom I discarded my pajamas 
and proceeded to wash and shave and in walked a young, 
beautiful, dark-skinned maid carrying on a hanger 
clothes for me. Being naked, I was shocked by her 
unannounced intrusion and tried to cover my private 
parts.

 She took it all in stride and said, "I'll hang your 
clothes on the hock here on the wall. Oh my, I see the 
whip marks across your bottom that Maria must have 
placed. I got just the thing for that." In the medicine 
cabinet behind me she took out a jar; opening it up and 
taking a glob of ointment in her hand she proceeded to 
rub the soothing lotion on my ass cheeks. It felt good 
but notwithstanding I was humiliated and my prick 
responded by getting aroused. Fortunately she left me 
without further words or attention.

 The clothes fit well, and I wondered how they could 
discover my size and get them for me so fast; in tan 
slacks, a fancy sport shirt and a herringbone sports 
jacket I looked quite dapper when I joined my hosts in 
the dinning room for breakfast. Both Oscar and Maria 
acted as if nothing unusual occurred the previous night 
and insisted I sit with them and my wife to be served by 
a young butler who offered to get me any breakfast I 
preferred.

 At breakfast Jean dressed in slacks and a blouse that 
our hosts must have supplied, told me that she and Maria 
were planning to spend the afternoon having their hair 
done and shopping and will see me back at our apartment 
at about suppertime. Oscar said that he would have spent 
the afternoon with me but unfortunately he had to show a 
very important buyer for a chain of department stores 
his wares in women's clothing but would drive me back to 
my apartment before picking up the buyer.

 On the way back to my apartment Oscar asked if I 
enjoyed hockey and if so he had a couple of tickets for 
tonight's game. He offered to pick me up around 7 for 
the game after which we could get a corn beef sandwich 
and beer at a deli and call it quits for the night since 
he gets up early on Sunday for Mass, he and Maria being 
observant Catholics. This was fine with me for I was 
pleased that he was willing to never mind the previous 
night when Maria sexually abused me and Oscar fucked my 
wife. Let bygones be bygones.

 When I got home to our apartment and after giving it a 
great deal of thought I came to the conclusion that we 
could be friends but in no way will I swing with them; 
after all I'm straight and not a sexual deviant. When 
Jean came home about 5 with packages, she suggested 
pizza as she didn't want to bother with supper and with 
a little rest was planning to go out this very night 
with Maria cruising; what in the hell is cruising? I 
ordered the pizza.

 After supper when they arrived Maria and my wife went 
cruising in the roadster that they came in and Oscar and 
I went by cab to the hockey game. Oscar was quite 
friendly and outgoing both at the game and at the deli 
and acted as if nothing untoward had occurred. He was 
both civil and considerate and I was left with the 
impression that when I explained to him I just wanted to 
be friends he would be agreeable.

 Jean got home from cruising about midnight and was 
euphoric from her junket to the S&M and gay bars that 
Maria took her to. She couldn't stop talking about her 
experiences and whom she ran into. To her surprise some 
of our best friends were participants who begged my wife 
not to disclose their proclivities, one was a cross 
dresser and another was a faggot. Maria and Jean had a 
great time by judiciously applying a strap on the bare 
bottoms of some of them who were turned on by the 
whipping. When we went to bed Jean took the initiative 
for sex; got on top and wore me out.

 On Sunday I told Jean that we would put an end to this 
swinging thing. No self-respecting man would or should 
condone his wife having intercourse with another. Jean 
insisted as a liberated woman she had the right to swing 
if she wanted to since it was widely practiced among 
people who were chic and it need not threaten our 
marriage. "After all," she stated, "Oscar doesn't take 
it seriously, Maria doesn't mind, and besides, Henry, 
you have to admit you enjoyed sex with Maria."

 "It is perverse, what kind of man do you think I am?" I 
said, "and I will not put up with it." I was getting 
nowhere with her and I realized that there is no way to 
reason rationally with a woman. I resolved that I would 
settle this with Oscar directly since as a man he will 
understand.

 On Monday I communicated to Oscar at his place of 
business by E-Mail the following, "It is most important 
that we get together as I have a very important matter I 
wish to discuss with you. Can we meet at 4:30 this 
afternoon at Dante's? If no, E-Mail me a reply that you 
can't make it." Not having received a reply I showed up 
at 4:30 and went to the end of the bar, and found Oscar 
talking to a large man there. He waived me over and 
introduced me to Tony a big man and business associate 
and pointed to the Irish whiskey and suggested I have a 
drink. Indicating to Tony that he had something private 
to discuss with me, Tony excused himself and left.

 Having full confidence I knew Oscar would understand my 
position in regard to swinging and I presented my 
objections. Oscar listened patiently but voiced no 
comment to what I was saying.
Pouring another shot in our whiskey glasses he put some 
water in both our water glasses about half full. To my 
amazement took my water glass to the fly of his pants, 
he opened it and pulled out his large thick cock and 
squirted some piss into my water glass and placed the 
water with piss down in front of me. I couldn't have 
been more shocked by what he had done. Putting his cock 
back in his pants, he picked up his drink and said 
"Cheers," and drank it together with his chaser. It was 
totally unreal; I didn't know what to do as he watched 
to see what I would do.

 Downing my whiskey I picked up my water glass with piss 
and hesitated, what to do; should I put the disgusting 
mixture down and leave or show my submission and drink 
it? Undecided I couldn't make up my mind. Impulsively, I 
drank it. A big smile appeared on Oscars face as he 
said, "I thought so; I knew what you wanted the first 
time I saw you admiring my cock in the steam room. Come 
so that we can continue our conversation in private." He 
took my hand and led me to a long hallway in back of the 
bar that led outside. On one side of the hallway were 
the men and women's bathrooms and opposite were a couple 
of doors to separate rooms that the patrons of the bar 
used to do their thing unobserved. Oscar led me into the 
first private room and turned on the light.

 The room was quite ordinary, a couple of easy chairs 
with a table and lamp in the back, a large heavy oak 
table in the center of the room and a lounge along a 
wall with other chairs. Oscar removed his coat and tie 
and instructed me to do likewise. I was still in a state 
of shock by drinking that nasty brew and complied 
without question. He turned me about and undressed me by 
yanking my trousers and shorts down to my hips exposing 
my prick and ass. Flustered, I objected, "Now wait a 
minute, you said we would continue our conversation. 
What are you doing?"

 Pulling his belt out from the loops of his trousers he 
said, "Bend over," and gave me a lash across my ass. 
"This to make the point that you are to serve me without 
question," he explained as he gave me two more.

 "Yeow," I screamed and he lashed me again across my 
ass. "Please stop, this is unbearable," I begged but he 
paid no heed and gave me a couple more. My prick got 
hard notwithstanding the pain and humiliation he was 
inflicting on me.

 "Spread your legs," Oscar demanded, "We must get your 
pants off to do this right." Of course I obeyed as he 
pulled down my pants making it easier for him to lash my 
ass. No mercy shown as he applied that wicked belt 
across my ass.

 "No more," I cried, "I can't take no more."

 "Sure you can," he generously said, "I'm not through 
yet," and he gave me some more across my ass. Being 
satisfied he stopped and said, "Enough of this, now on 
your knees, I'm going to teach you the fine art of cock 
sucking. I do miss Kendrick. He became quite an 
accomplished cocksucker after extensive practice; maybe 
you can also if you put your mind to it."

 Not wishing to oppose him after my whipping, I dropped 
to my knees to comply. Pulling out his magnificent cock 
from his trousers he place the head of his penis to my 
lips and said, "Open up and swallow my cock; you'll like 
it and take it all the way."

 Opening my mouth, I mumbled, "It's much to big.

 Pushing it in, he said, "You can handle it if you try. 
Relax; you can handle it by swallowing it as it goes 
down and concentrate. You'll enjoy it, all my little 
cocksuckers do." He held my head with both his hands to 
get the proper angle and pushed it down my throat; with 
a great deal of effort I avoided chocking; savoring it, 
I willingly accepted it to please him. As he reversed 
direction I took a deep breath and sucked that enormous 
cock as he pulled his cockhead to the front of my mouth.

Repeating the process I grabbed my own cock and back 
down my throat his cock went. Pushing it in and out he 
grunted with pleasure and he finally said, "I'm coming, 
swallow, bon appetite." And he shot copiously in my 
mouth and I swallowed his discharge as I shot on my 
pants that lay at my ankles beneath me.

 Taking the tail of my shirt he wiped clean his cock and 
said, "Clean up the mess you made with the paper towels 
you will find in the cabinet there; get dressed, compose 
yourself and meet me at the bar. We can have a drink and 
continue our conversation at the bar."

 Having done the best I could in cleaning up under the 
circumstance I joined him at the bar, I needed a drink 
bad. I had mixed feelings from the experience; I never 
even contemplated submitting myself to another man's 
carnal pleasure by sucking him off yet down deep I knew 
I got a high from it but how could I now face him?

 After I downed the drink that he poured me and offered 
me a second, he said, "Don't get me wrong, I can 
understand your reluctance in seeing me fuck your wife. 
I accept that. Besides I am willing to accommodate you 
since I'm more interested in you then your wife. Besides 
Maria likes your wife and wants to have her so that the 
two of them can play together. It's you that I want to 
swing with. I especially like young society type guys 
like you who appreciate the privilege of giving me head. 
So don't worry I'll lay off your wife." With these 
comments and after another drink to calm down, we parted 
with the understanding that we will get together again 
soon.

 I went home to my apartment to give this a great deal 
of thought.

 End of Part One

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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