Last night. October. A costume party. They said they weren’t going to make it. We invited another wonderful couple instead. I’m adorable and sugar sweet. It’s been a long time since we’ve been with these two and I cant help but skip the pleasantries and dive in to lick and taste and catch up with his hands and mouth instead of his words. My husband is getting a double blow job, tangled in women. I’ve come up for air and a drink and
And they enter the room. The back of my neck gets hot. My speech stutters. I’m trying to focus on the conversation I’m having with this very handsome man in front of me but your energy prickles at my back and I have to turn to look.
It’s like a bird with a snake. I’m done. I’m wet. I’m nearly vibrating when you press your body against me and hold your lips a breath from mine, staring, waiting for me to close the distance. Your tongue and teeth aren’t nearly enough and I come away swollen and breathless. Apologizing. Flustered. Introductions. Pleasantries. You and your wife are new and interesting and catching many curious eyes.
Throughout the party I’m hyperaware, sensitive. I’m talking and making nice and being the sweet little attention whore that I’ve come to be known as. You come close. Often. Breath stirring my hair. Pulling me aside to whisper in my ear so I can hear you over the noise of the party. Telling me how glad you are you came, how you’ve been craving more, how the only time you got hard at the last party was alone with the taste of my lips. I feel light headed. My costume is hot and in the way and you need to be wearing less and
I’m grinding my ass on my date for the evening, my gaze locked with yours from across the room. He notices. He’s bi. He wants us both God please please if you do anything at all give me a fucking orgy .. My husband and I tell you and your wife that we’re getting a room with our friends. Invite you to join us. I’m upside down, throat open, spit sliding down my cheeks on a sex swing, my dates’ cock down my throat, letting me taste my own cum from the multiple orgasms he’s already awarded me. I’m ignoring the noise of the people peering in from the hall. His wife is loud and making a mess on the bed with my husband. I look up. You’re at the door, cock in hand, hot eyes on my body, my face. I ask you to get your wife. You disappear. We’re being teased/not teased about using the room for too long. People swarm in behind me and my date and my husband meet eyes, shrug, dicks still in hand. A girl who has been panting after my husband is crawling towards them. I wish them well.
I’ve lost everything but my panties. I’m roaming, checking in, flirting. I hear the slap of a flogger and am drawn. You’re there, someone bent in front of you for a demonstration. I’m awarded a tight smile and am beckoned. I’m bent over a chair in front of a crowd. You’re lazily spanking my ass, thighs, back, calves, stinging, reddening, taking your time, humming. I barely flinch. High pain tolerance. A particularly hard one. There are gasps from the onlookers. I wiggle and raise an eyebrow. You chuckle and flip me around, kneeling in front of me, legs over your shoulders, my pussy suddenly on display and catching your hot breath. You tell me I’m your only pussy of the night. I shiver and you dive in to kiss and lick. My head snaps back when you spank my pussy. I meet your eyes, defiant, unmoving. Your eyebrow raises in question. I smirk. You don’t know me well yet. You’ll learn. I’m aching and red by the end of it. Crying out. Crowd drawing. I don’t care. My legs have remained spread a part. I’m such a good girl. I’m a treasure. I’m bathed in your tongue and praise.
I’m waiting for a bathroom and you’re beckoning me, inviting me back to a bedroom. Your wife and another couple are tangled on the bed. Your eyes are hot. You’re backing me against a wall. I’m trembling. I need to ask permission first. Husband is found and invited. I’m a good girl. I rush back and freeze in the doorway under your gaze. You walk up, take my hand pull me in to your chest. Your mouth at my ear growling
You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.
I’m arching against you, lips parted, pushing back, wrapping my arm behind your neck, begging. I turn my nails in your hair crushing your face to me, inhaling your sweat and scent
We’re on the floor, on my knees, your cock teasing. You growl in my ear.
We have a lot of kinks. I don’t want any of the cat and mouse games you play. Let me have you.
How can I say no. You slide inside me. So completely full, up to my cervix. I can’t breath. You’re fucking me, slowly, faster, gripping my hips, wrapping around my stomach. The friction is fucking delicious. I’m dying. I tell you I’m dying. We stand because my knees won’t allow me anymore. I’m trembling, my eyes can leave yours..
We’re against the wall, your thighs slapping against me, animalistic sounds, so much sweat dripping. You’re gripping my hands, my wrists. I’m fully bent over, loud, my legs shaking so hard that I can’t stand alone. I can’t stop cumming.
I’m in the sex swing. You’re sweetly supporting me, positioning the swing where you want it, stepping back to fully take in the spectacle of me hung and spread. We’re interrupted and somebody else takes the opportunity to lick my pussy but my eyes don’t leave yours above his head. My mouth is free and you lean me back and fill it but you’re so hard I can barely get the head past my throat. I fight for every last millimeter.
It ends before we’re done. Your wife needs a break. My husband is tired. Your group is leaving. It feels like it’s ended too soon. I want a marathon, a full course meal. Hours to take my time and savor and taste without the backdrop of a party and noise and overstimulation. I’ve had a taste, but still craving more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y5v7pc/mfgroup_craving_swinging_pov