One of our favorite experiences at a swinger party involved two other couples that were also new to the scene. The lighting was dim and red, the beat of heavy music pulsating like the inside of a heart. The six of us were on a couch and loveseat set in an L-shape, each making out with and grinding on our respective spouses, with Michael and me in the middle.

The host encouraged us to “rotate” if we were comfortable, and the woman on my right hopped up and jokingly nudged the first woman (her friend) out of the way and in between Michael and me. We looked at each other and decided to try! I hopped over to the man on my right, and with a “may I?” he kissed me as I sat down straddling him. The lingerie and boxer briefs separating us felt incredibly thin, and we allowed our hands to roam over each other’s exposed flesh. His fingers and lips slipped into my bra and tickled my large pointy nipples, dragging out a moan as I arched into the air and forced his mouth closer.

I looked over and saw Michael’s head buried in the ample breasts of the woman in his lap and knew the heat that would be pounding through him, aching for more. It was such a turn on, and he pulled back and made eye contact with me, licking his lips while glaring lustfully at the man entertaining me. He smiled, nodded, and kept eye contact while continuing to knead the breasts and lick the nipple of the woman with her hands now in his hair.

I turned back to the man under me and surrendered. I closed my eyes and ground my hips into him, making him moan and jerk his hips up into mine. His cock felt larger than Michael’s and I was eager to see it for myself. After another minute of heavy petting, I pushed off him and knelt on the floor in front of the man as his eyes widened in anticipation. (Remembering now that this was his first swinging experience too, it must have been as exciting for him as it was for me!) I pulled down his boxer briefs and let his cock spring free, the opening at the tip gleaming with precum -- something that I have always loved tasting on Michael.

I opened my mouth and took in the tip, licking the salty drop. I locked eyes with the man as I started going deeper, watching him fight the urge to let his eyes roll back in pleasure at my skill. I love going down on my husband, and my years of practice were now paying off!

The man bucked his hips and I let him push deeper into my mouth, gliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft. The excitement was getting to both of us, and I bobbed my head faster as I took him into my throat, my nose and lips reaching his crotch before pulling back to keep just the head in my mouth. He shouted that he was going to cum and tried to pull out, but I kept my mouth around him as he relented and let loose, his sweet cum coating my tongue as I swallowed every drop.

Apparently having watched the whole thing (an idea I found incredibly arousing), the host then called for another switch. We stood and I smiled up at the man, still lost in the after-effects of his orgasm. The woman that had been on Michael’s lap excitedly sat down where the man had been, grabbed the man’s hand, and pulled him to take my place on the floor and kneel between her legs.

The second man, the one to the left of Michael, had taken off his boxers as the woman with him had been going down on him as well. As I stepped toward him he had started trying to stuff his cock back into its place, but between a raging hard on and his sheer size (easily 8 or 9 inches) it was a losing battle. I knelt and started picking up where the other woman (now going down on my husband) had left off, but quickly realized that this was going to be far too much for my mouth. Feeling an electric shock go through my pussy, I breathlessly begged him to take me from behind. He jumped up off the loveseat as if he too had been electrocuted, and I pulled my drenched panties down my legs and took my place on the couch while this second man grabbed a condom.

The wait was agony, but I finally felt the heat of him behind me as he asked to see if I was sure. My moaned “yes, please!” convinced him and he began working his cock into me slowly, as if he was used to needing to give a woman time to adjust to his size. I leaned back into him and felt him thrust in and out until he bottomed out on my cervix. I cried out and he started to pull back, but I reached a hand back and held his thigh in place. Cursing, he grabbed my hips with both hands and started thrusting into me again, making me feel wonderfully full.

As he kept the pace, I felt my orgasm rising and looked over at my husband, who was watching me intently as the woman with him continued going down on his cock. I could see that Michael was close too, and as we locked eyes we both let ourselves go and came together. My pussy pulsing on his cock, the man behind me sped up and found his release, heightening and lengthening my own climax as I cried out again, the man and my husband both swearing enough to make a sailor blush.

“Switch!” came the call from the host. The two other women looked around and decided to 69 each other on the floor. I realized that a small crowd had gathered around the six of us, most with their hands in their own pants and watching us all with lust in their eyes.

I held hands with Michael and at the same time we said, “We need to do this again!”