I wasnt sure what to expect when my wife, Belinda, and I started swinging three months ago. Belinda wasnt sure that group sex was the answer to our bedroom blues, and I ... well, I too wondered if we hadnt bitten off more than we could chew.
As things turned out, I neednt have worried. My wife took to swinging like a duck to water. As for me, the jealousy I expected to feel never materialized and I quickly realized, as I watched Belinda sucking and fucking other men, that we had stumbled into sexual heaven.
This is the story of the last group sex party we atten- ded. It was very special, in that Belinda was the star attraction.
Our group sex experiences up to that time had triggered within my wife a fantasy of being screwed by many dif- ferent males in one night. She dreamed of being sucked and fucked into a state of happy exhaustion by twenty or so virile men, with me watching.
When she told me that she had made all the arrangements with Roger, one of our closest friends and a fellow swinger, I was beside myself with excitement.
When Belinda walked downstairs after two hours of pre- paration in the bathroom, she was striking. She had on sexy makeup and was wearing a short maids dress that buttoned up the front.
I asked her if the outfit was Rogers idea, and she replied that she had planned the whole thing herself. I threw her coat over her shoulders and we left.
We arrived at the party house before anyone else, and Belinda showed off her maids uniform to an apprecia- tive Roger, explaining that she would be serving drinks for everyone before she started.
The guests, mostly young executive types, arrived a few at a time and began to party immediately. By the time the guest of honor, a professional striptease artist, entered to raucous hoots and howls of appreciation, there were about twenty men present.
Belinda kept busy serving drinks and getting a few pinches as the stripper performed her act.
Out of the blue, Belinda, holding a tra... Læs hele novellen
