The exact sequence of events leading to how we got to this party was really hazy.

I have vague memories of hearing my wife, Ingrid, on the phone working to secure the invite, or at least I thought remembered this.

At some point down the road, I asked her about it a few more times to be sure it was still happening. Once in a restaurant, I think, and then maybe again in a boutique in France. At least, I think it was a clothing store. Or was it in Madrid?

Again, hazy memories, but I know she assured me that we were invited. I know my recollection should have been clearer, given how important this was to me.

Getting to the place was equally murky. Maybe it was the intense anticipation that clouded my mind.

I honestly don’t remember getting into the car that day, only us walking through the University’s campus as the sun was setting.  Then, my recollection again goes dark and only picks up again with us both walking down an alley at night. Ingrid assured me it was the way, but I had no idea where we were.

I was lost, and I was growing increasingly concerned she was lost too. I remember being really stressed out.

I’d been looking forward to this party for what seemed like my whole, lusty adult life. That would be just my luck… to get lost at the last minute, become de-railed, and miss it entirely.

But no… there we were, in this grand living room! Miraculously, we were on time, and the party had just started. Everyone still had their clothes on.

It was a wife-swapping, swinging sex party. We were one of what looked to be about twenty bonded couples invited. The room was spacious and full of party-goers, most of which were quite attractive.

That was a relief! I knew that if Ingrid was not sufficiently attracted to most of them, it would be a deal-breaker, but I grew hopeful that wouldn’t happen tonight. To come so close to this moment and have the rug swept from under me would be a massive disappointment, to say the least.

I wasn’t exactly sure what I looked forward to the most…my dick sinking into new pussy after new pussy or watching my wife suck and fuck cock after cock and making them cum. Given the nature of the party, I knew that both could happen. I was positively gnawing at the bit.

It seemed like many of the couples knew each other and were playfully chatting and drinking wine. The atmosphere was totally relaxed, but unfortunately, my anticipation had my insides tied in a nasty knot.

Damnit! I should be enjoying this to the fullest! But I was haunted by a fear that something would go amiss, and I would miss out on the experience of a lifetime. I had to be on my best behavior, and not fuck anything up. It was probably best to let Ingrid take the lead and follow where she went. She was always on point and never did anything stupid, unlike me.

I didn’t know anybody, so that was awkward. I thought my wife didn’t either, but I turned to look at her and she was gone.

Scanning the space, I found her across the room, talking to a bunch of people like they were friends from long ago. I thought I knew nearly all of her friends and colleagues, but perhaps not? Maybe I did meet them, and just forgot. She did arrange this, after all.

I strode over to them, but before I could say anything, a man clapped his hands and spoke loudly, demanding everyone’s attention.

He introduced himself as the host and master of ceremonies, speaking from a stage that was obviously erected the purpose of the party. On the stage were two couches, a few scattered chairs of various designs, tons of pillows of diverse shapes, and four low tables littered with bottles of lube, sex gadgets, vibrating toys and the like.

The man was attractive, and, like the rest of the men at the party, dressed in a fine suit. His was dark blue. I too wore a suit. It was a three-piece beauty that I bought in Lyon. I might be a blubbering idiot, but at least I looked good. The women wore varied attire, but all were well-dressed.

Ingrid wore a tight-fitting black and tan knit dress. It hugged her figure and accentuated her luscious curves. But she also wore over the dress a tan linen blazer to add to the ensemble.

Her high black boots ensconced and hugged her calves. As usual, she wore an assortment of jewelry that complimented her beautiful brown skin tone.

Uncharacteristically, and undoubtedly in anticipation of the evening’s happenings, she wore more make-up than usual. Usually she puts on just a light touch to highlight her natural beauty. Tonight, she went a bit heavier, but it worked really well. She looked amazing and was easily one of the most beautiful women present.

The host cordially welcomed all in attendance and said a few genteel words of introduction.

Then he dove into the good stuff, saying, “Tonight will undoubtedly descend into a free-for-all of debauchery and wanton exploits, but we’ve planned an opening act to get things started. One couple at random will be selected to kick this party off. A lottery drawing and announcement of who is selected will happen after I’ve explained how this will go down.”

He took a brief pause and added, chuckling, “And when we’re all wearing significantly less clothes!” There was a rumble of laughter that filled the room.

The host paused, took a sip of wine, and held up a silken drawstring bag. It made rattling sounds when he jiggled it. He explained, “By random drawing of tiles, one woman will be designated as the Prime. She will be our focus, and her lowly husband will seat himself here.” He gestured to an ancient-looking chair of intricately carved wood and fitted with red velvet cushions.

He continued with, “The Prime’s husband will be bound to the chair with silken fetters and not allowed to move. He may only watch what unfolds before his eyes. Next, three other couples will be selected, again, by drawing of tiles. All six will take the stage to join the Prime and her bound mate. The couples are tasked with readying the Prime so that she is prepared to give the rest of us one hell of a show.”

Going on, he said, “The couples will do whatever is needed, save penetration. When the Prime is ready, the wives will step aside, and present themselves in their glory to the Prime’s husband in the chair, though he will be bound and unable to act in any way. It will be blissful agony for him.”

After a pause, the host kept on, saying, “The Prime will then have the three men, fucking them with her pussy, in the order their tiles were drawn. You in the audience will witness this, and we beg you indulge amongst yourselves while it transpires. You will hear what the Prime commands, see it attended to, and bear witness to her lust fulfilled. The wife of the man whose penis is inside of the Prime may engage their coupling in whatever way she sees fit, but the other two must remain before the bound husband, displaying themselves as further temptation.”

The host concluded his explanation with, “The two men not inside the Prime’s vagina must pleasure themselves if they have not yet entered her. If the Prime has had her way with them and coaxed their seed from them, they are free to feed their recovering sex organs to any woman on stage. When the Prime has finished with the three men, and after she has been brought to the pinnacle of ecstasy, then and only then will her husband be unfettered and permitted the warmth and wetness of the other wives to grant him release.”

The host took another sip of wine, paused for an extended duration while he scanned the room, and eventually smiled warmly and let out with, “We now kindly ask you to remove all of your clothes! But keep your jewelry on.”

Everyone scrambled to comply. I struggled to get out of my suit deftly, failing miserably. It seemed like the fabric fought against me at every turn. The belt wouldn’t come undone, and the scarf I was wearing as an accessory got caught in my shirt as I fumbled to disrobe.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was nude, wearing only my watch. Scanning the room, I was relieved. My cock was just fine. Maybe not the biggest, but it was certainly adequate, and it might have been one of the prettiest. Many women eyed what I had to show them, and quite a few men, for that matter.

It seems like many of the women knew the clause about keeping jewelry and used it to great effect. Most women were bedecked in gold and silver chains, necklaces of pearls, and various bangles about their arms. Quite a few had ornamental chains around their waists. But they were otherwise nude. I saw lots of nipples and pussy galore.

I looked at Ingrid and was wholly shocked. Radiant doesn’t begin to describe what I saw when my gaze fell upon her. Did she also know the rule about the jewelry in advance and not tell me? Obviously.

My wife prefers amber and turquoise, but tonight she wore gold. So much so that it seemed her brown skin reflected its luster and was infused with it. She wore pieces I’ve never seen her wear. Where did she get these? Did she carry them in her purse? Did she even bring a purse?

The many questions that should have crossed my mind were pushed aside by my pride. This fucking stunning beauty was my wife. She was here with me and would go home with me. Yes, she might fuck and suck other men’s cocks tonight, have her pussy licked by many men and women, and put her face on pussy after pussy. Maybe she would even let another man, or men, release semen into her vagina. But ultimately still she would go home with me and wake up with me tomorrow morning, loving me through the whole thing.

I was so prideful in my fortune that I neglected to ask obvious logistical questions, instead examining her in this new and insanely erotic ensemble. Yes, there were new and naked women all around me, but in this moment, I had eyes only for my wife.

She wore her usual swooping gold hoops in her ears, but now myriad gold chains that blended together around her neck hung at varied lengths. One of them, and the one that hung deepest, sat between her exposed breasts and held a large red gleaming stone.

Each of her forearms was rife with uncountable slim golden bracelets, and her biceps were circled by bands in the shape of golden serpents that ate their own tails. The serpents had eyes of red stones that seemed to glow with their own wicked light.  

On her brow sat a tiara that held back her shining and curly hair. Where the fuck did that come from and when did she put it on? It was intricate, golden, and at the center held another large, brilliant red stone.

She even wore a belt of ornate gold rings that circled her waist twice and hugged her hips. In the center of the belt, hanging slightly below her navel and acting as a vigilant sentinel over the sex between her legs was a massive red sone set in a lavish gold casing. It seemed to catch the light of the room and amplify it.

She looked at me and smiled, a stunning beauty richly adorned in gold and red gleaming gems. Her chocolate brown skin looked perfect, and her coordinated and copious use of the gold and red gems made her look otherworldly and beautiful beyond description.

This evening, my wife was a golden goddess. None other in attendance came close. Eyes wandered around the room, but most lingered longest on my wife. I can’t blame them.

That was all she wore. Her ample tits were free, with dark brown nipples that faced the world. Her pussy was on full display, and her voluptuous, round and perfect ass was also for the viewing.

I didn’t even need to look at any of the other beautiful and hot women (but I certainly did!). Looking at my wife in this ensemble, my cock was pointing to the ceiling. No matter…every other man at the party was hard as well. We were all fucking ready.

The host called everyone to order and presented the silken bag full of tiles. He put his hand in the bag and withdrew a tile, looked at it, and said, “Our lottery selects Ingrid as the Prime. Ivan, please get in the chair now.”

Holy fuck, we were selected!

I quickly obeyed, trying not to stumble as I got on stage, and sat in the chair. The host and another woman, likely his wife, bound my ankles and wrists with silken men’s neckties. They also affixed my waist to the back of the chair. The fetters were snug but not overly tight. I was comfortable, but unable to move in any real capacity.

After I was bound, the host’s wife departed, but before she did, she expertly stroked my cock, kissed me on the lips, and whispered in my ear, “Have fun with this and try not to cum watching your wife fuck.”

The host then called for Ingrid to come forward for all to see who was selected as the Prime. As she walked to the stage, I could hear a collective gasp from the crowd. It was obvious the men and women who were eyeing her were pleased beyond description at the luck of the draw.

My wife got on stage, prancing triumphantly and blowing kisses to me and the crowd while her tits jiggled, and her manicured pussy with a perfect inverted triangle of ebony hair was exposed for the crowd. She took a moment when facing the crowd and spread her outer vaginal lips, showing all in attendance her bulging clitoris and substantial inner lips. There was raucous encouragement from the onlookers, which made Ingrid smile widely.

I was stunned at my wife’s enjoyment and willingness to be the object of lust. Stunned and thrilled.

Now everyone’s eyes were on my hot wife. Ingrid owned the stage to much fanfare. My normally demure, reserved, and intellectual wife seemed to unfold into a new, sexually free being that was willing to put it all out there. I had never seen her this open, willing, and sexually forward and free. It was mesmerizing.

I knew she was sexual and kinky. We'd had threesomes where she fucked me and another, and she even knew double penetration. She also had quite a bit of sex without me in the past. She could certainly hold her own when it came down to business.

But putting herself out there like this, especially in front of a crowd? This was new, and it turned me on immeasurably and held my erection to a maximum.

As my wife’s performance and strutting slowed, the host looked at Ingrid and said, “We will select three couples for you right now. The selection will be at random by the tiles, but you must choose now to accept the role of Prime, or not, before the next tiles are drawn. If you reject, you and your husband will simply return to the crowd and another couple will be selected to take center stage.”

Ingrid was in no rush. She took her time, knowing that the crowd hung on her every action. She looked the room over, milking the mood and increasing the hot tension. In a purposefully exaggerated arc of her neck, she looked over at me, bound and subdued in the chair.

She approached me and said in a voice that she knew most could hear, both raw and lovingly, “Husband, you’ve told me your kinky desires. I told you that I love them. Tonight, I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going to let cock after cock fuck my pussy while you watch. But tonight, I also want to see you fuck other women. Fuck those pussies until you cum but save some sex for me. I want your cock to be the last inside of me tonight.”

I was so dumbstruck that I couldn’t speak. My wife is kinky, but I have never heard her completely own her kink like she did tonight. I might have been speechless and stunned, but time ticks on relentlessly. After gazing for a few moments at my stupid grin, she again took the reins.

My wife turned to the host and said, without reservation and without anyone else’s unneeded permission, “I’ll take the three.” Then she scanned the crowd, nodded deeply and said, “Any three will do.”

Who the fuck had I married? And… can I marry her again?

The host, bowing to her in reverence, said, “As you wish.”

He next withdrew three additional tiles from the bag. He read out, “Carmen and Juan, Taylor and Robert, Hailey and Seth. First the men come on stage, followed by the women, please.”

The three men, all with hard cocks, took the stage. Two were Caucasian, and one looked to be Latino. One, a white yet tanned and attractive man with a fine body and greying black hair, was slightly smaller than me, though his cock was pretty.

The other was nearly identical to my size, which my wife finds perfect for her, though his cock had a downward arc which was different. He was blonde, very beautiful, and had a gym-toned body.

The Latino man was larger than average, looking to be about eight inches. Ingrid isn’t a size queen, but I’ve seen cocks this size slip into her pussy before. Though it took some slow acclimation, she enjoyed it, though, in general, she prefers a more modest cock.

Ingrid looked at them all in sequence, and her gaze lingered transiently on the largest penis. She smiled and kissed me while I was bound to the chair.

Carmen, Taylor and Hailey also took the stage. At this point, we didn’t know who was who, but they were all fucking fine.

My wife took the couch and angled herself so that her hot sex faced the crowd. She reclined back, spread her legs wide, and with her hands opened her lips to give the crowd an unfettered view of her glistening cunt.

She let out with, “Let’s do this! My pussy needs attention!”

The host left the stage and joined his wife in the throng of onlookers. Juan, Robert, and Seth jostled, but eventually flanked her and stroked their cock shafts inches from her face.  The tips of their dicks frequently brushed her cheeks and the edges of her mouth.

The man with the largest dick put his cockhead in Ingrid’s mouth while he stroked his shaft. Ingrid cradled the balls of the other two men while sucking and licking a flaring cockhead, tasting the fluids that slowly seeped from the tip that delivers sperm.

One of the wives buried her face in my wife’s pussy. She used her tongue, licking her clit, flicking her inner pussy lips, and inserting her tongue into her.

Ingrid’s hands left the two men’s balls and sought out the other two women’s pussies. She found them quickly and went to work on them with everything her hands could give.

In short order, my wife was dripping wet.

The first woman gave way, and the other two also put their mouths on my wife’s pussy in sequence. Their wives alternated kissing her and sucking on her nipples, and sometimes shared a cock with Ingrid, as the men alternated who put their dick in my wife’s mouth.

I watched this happen but was powerless to do anything but sit complacently and enjoy the show.

 At one point, one of the wives, a delicious black woman, strode my wife’s head and planted her pussy on Ingrid’s mouth for her to suck and lick. When she eventually removed herself, Ingrid was moaning in pleasure, but eventually looked at me, bound in the chair, and screamed to the room, “It’s time! Fuck my wet pussy with a hard cock! Lube your dicks up. I have a lot of cocks to fuck tonight!”

The three men rapidly complied. I was bound to the chair yet smiling ear to ear.

Ingrid got off the couch and faced away from the crowd on her hands and knees, but her backside was in full view for them. She knew what she was doing.

The first man that approached her was the one with the largest penis. The man went to my wife’s face. He spoke sweetly to her, saying, “I’m going to talk raw and dirty to the crowd, but please let me know if you need me to go slower. I know I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

I liked this man. So did my wife, apparently.

She nodded to him and put her lips to his, kissing him deeply. When she broke the kiss, she looked at him and said in a low voice so that only those on stage could hear, “No worries. I trust you. Go slow but give them a good show and talk dirty. Fuck me until you cum.”

He smiled and kissed her again, simultaneously lovingly and wantonly, simply replying, “Yes!”

The man called his wife over and directed her to spread my wife’s ass cheeks so that her cunt was open and visible to the onlookers. The man about to fuck my wife held his cock in his hand. It was rock-hard and he was stroking it for all to see with his cock’s tip pointing to the ceiling as his balls jiggled below his stroking hand.

He shouted out to the room, “Who wants to see this cock slip into this hot fucking cunt?”

The crowd went wild. Yes, they wanted it, and so did I. Not only was the man’s dick long, it also had a slight bit more girth than mine. Make whatever comparisons you will, but his penis was large enough to be pornstar worthy and satisfy the most wanton pussy.

Angling towards my wife, he stroked his well-lubed cock shaft while rubbing Ingrid’s clit and inner lips with the tip of his penis.

Everyone in the crowd watched with eyes glued. Most were stroking their cocks, rubbing their pussies or using some type of toy on themselves. A few had coupled up and were slowly fucking doggy-style while facing forward and watching my wife’s porn show on the stage.

Suddenly the man let out with, “Here’s what we’ve been waiting for!”

With that, he inserted his penis into my wife’s vagina. He went slowly, allowing her to acclimate to his size. As his cock went in, her eyes locked with mine, and her mouth was open in a silent scream. After he fully buried his dick in her warm and wet lovemaking channel, he started moving it in and out.

Another man was fucking my wife while I was bound in a chair in front of them.

They were angled so that all I could see was the profile of his erection as is disappeared and reappeared from a side view of her ass cheeks. The crowd saw a better angle… they saw her sweet cunt lips gripping his dick.

My wife was fucking another man before my eyes and all I could do was watch. Ingrid shouted at me, knowing what word would drive me insane, “Holy fuck, it’s so big! I totally feel his cock’s ridges sliding in my cunt! It feels so fucking good!”

The man’s wife, the lovely black woman, approached him and began kissing him passionately while his dick plunged into and out of my wife’s pussy.

The other two women sat on pillows in front of my chair, legs open and facing me.

Both wives were thrusting realistic cock-shaped dildos into their vaginas while locking eyes with me. One of the women taunted me, saying, “Your wife’s pussy is getting filled with another man’s raw cock. Her cunt could drink his cum and you couldn’t do anything about it, tied to that chair. Look at me! Look at my pussy taking this rubber cock! Wouldn’t you like to fuck my pussy too now and cum inside me?”

I don’t remember my penis ever being as hard as it was at that moment. I could only moan in pleasure and pain of longing.

In a surprisingly short time period, less than four minutes, the man fucking my wife started to moan and screamed, “Yes! I’m coming!”

I wasn’t surprised, knowing the warmth, wetness and smooth caress of my wife’s pussy.

He pulled his throbbing penis out of my wife’s vagina, and his cockhead started to release his cum. The first few throbs were aimed at my wife’s backside. He coated her backdoor, but it eventually dripped down to coat her clit and inner lips. The remaining throbs landed on my wife’s smooth, brown back.

When he was done releasing, he approached the two women in front me, and his wife joined them. All three of the women took turns sucking his cock, which was dripping in cum and slick from sliding in my wife’s pussy.

When the women were taking turns sucking his cock in front of me, the second man approached my wife while stroking his rock-hard and well-lubed erection. He was the man that was about my size, but with a downward arcing dick.  

Ingrid was about to be penetrated by her second penis this evening.

Before he began, he made Ingrid angle her backside so that I now had a clear view of the action.  The man licked my wife’s vaginal slit once in a single, long stroke, lifted his head, smiled a wry smile and said to me, “I want you to see your wife’s cunt lips grip my cock as her pussy swallows my cum rod.”

I heard my wife cry out, “Stick your fucking cock in me and fuck my pussy until you cum! I want to feel your cum hit my ass and clit when you pull out!”

He did as she commanded.

This time I clearly saw her pussy lips split by his cockhead, and in one smooth thrust, he plunged his penis into my wife’s vagina. He held it in deep for a while, reaching around to toy her clit with his finger.

With his dick in my wife’s pussy and hand on her clit, he looked me in the eye and said, “Finest cunt my cock has tasted in a while! I’m going to fuck her until she screams for my cum.”

Such bravado, but he didn’t know the waters he treaded, and was about to be laid low.

He began to fuck her savagely while his wife cradled his balls and watched. My wife was panting and moaning in pleasure. We all got a perfect view of her pussy lips gripping his penis as he slid into and out of her.

He didn’t even last as long as the first man… two minutes at best. This lowly mortal was not prepared for how fine my wife’s divine pussy would feel.

But he tried to give her the sex she deserved, and when he pulled out of her, he screamed and aimed his cockhead similar to the first man to cum on my wife, coating her ass, pussy, and the remainder landing on her back.

His wife, who was right next to him, immediately put her face in Ingrid’s dripping sex and licked and sucked savagely, trying desperately to salvage her husband’s performance.

Ingrid had not yet come to orgasm. For this, she needed more than just a cock inside of her.

Her clitoris was the key, and it needed a tongue with fucking experience to take her over the edge. Toys also worked. The tongue of the second woman almost hit the spot but fell just short. Still, it was wonderful, and it took her closer to the brink,

When she removed her face from Ingrid’s pussy, the third man with the pretty cock was ready to penetrate her. He was about five inches, though not lacking in overall thickness. I knew my wife would love his dick inside of her. Wanting a change, Ingrid turned over, so she was on her back to fuck her third.

The third man spread her legs wide, and Inigrid herself spread her pussy lips. Maybe it was for the man entering her, and maybe it was for me to see. But in reality, it was just for her.

Who cares what anybody saw? Ingrid loved having her cunt fully open when receiving a cock. When the third man’s wife approached them, Ingrid said to her, “I want your tongue on my clit when this happens!”

The third man put his cock’s tip at her open entrance and with one fluid motion slid his penis fully into her vagina.

The first man to fuck Ingrid regained a bit of stamina, and he slinked next to her and slipped his semi-hard penis into her mouth.

While my wife sucked the Latino man’s newly hardening cock, a new dick was plunging into and out of her pelvis. With Ingrid’s pussy spread open, her clitoris stood out prominently as she fucked. The man’s wife, who was at first kissing him, obeyed my wife’s directive. She stopped kissing her husband and began to suck my wife’s swollen clit while her husband’s cock slid into and out of my wife.

Before long, Ingrid felt herself being gripped by telltale orgasmic waves. As her pussy contracted down to milk the cock moving inside of her, the third man couldn’t resist and screamed out, “Fuck, I’m coming too!”

He started to pull out of her, but his wife grabbed his cock and halted his exit when his penis was still halfway inside of my wife’s vagina. His cock throbbed, and he shot a few pulses of cum into her pussy before his wife pulled him out completely. He wasn’t done ejaculating, and his wife held and aimed his cock so that his cum coated her clit, inner lips, and cunt’s entrance.

The crowd went wild. More than half the men had ejaculated while watching my wife fuck. Some came on the women; others came in them.

But it was my turn!

The host took the stage and directed the three wives to get on their hands and knees with their backsides and open pussies facing me. Each had their knees apart just enough so that their pussies were open and begging for me to slip my dick into them.

My wife, with cum dripping from her pussy, approached me and undid my fetters.

I was free, with three new pussies waiting for my cock to sink into them. Ingrid kissed me lovingly and said, “Have fun, honey!”

I grabbed my hard cock and approached the woman to the far right. When the tip of my penis was inches away from her waiting entrance, the room went black.

In a groggy haze, I opened my eyes. My wife lay next to me, sleeping in her less-than-sexy pajamas.

FUUUCCCKKK!!!