“No, Gill. I told you, nothing that will get caught in your teeth!” 

Gill stood holding the package of party mix, looking at his wife as if she had slapped his hand after he went for the sweetie jar. 

“C’mon, Dana. People can drink something if they are afraid of their breath.” 

Dana Powell turned away from setting up the bar for the evening to give a withering look at her husband. “It’s not just about breath! You want to be kissing Angela and have her tongue full of cheesy mush?” 

He rolled his eyes in defeat and headed back to the kitchen. Dana smiled, as she knew the mention of Angela Dominico would get him to comply. The Greek goddess was the sexiest woman in their club, of that she had little doubt. And she knew her thirty-year-old husband wanted to have a private room with her tonight. 

She checked her watch, 7:45. Only fifteen minutes left to make sure everything was just right. She checked in the long mirror by the front door one more time. She looked good in her barely-there pink Chinese silk dress. Her shapely bottom was almost visible, the silk clinging and showing her every curve. It was Stephen’s favourite part of her body, and she wanted him to be drooling. He had promised to take her back door at some point, perhaps tonight was the night. She had no bra nor knickers underneath, and her lovely B-cup breasts gave a nice full slope to her cleavage. Her light brown hair was up in a sexy bun, and her make-up was just the right amount of ‘fuck me’. 

She walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the ice, her open-toed heels clacking nicely on the tiled floor. Gill was sat at the worktop chopping the last of the fruit. 

“Oh, drop the pout. This is a big night for us.” She put her arms around his handsome neck and gave him a soft cheek peck so as not to smear her blush-coloured lip gloss. “This is only our fourth swing event, and we are getting to host! Mica says that’s a big honour.” 

“Sure, and it has nothing to do with the fact that we are the only couple who don’t have kids to parcel out to Gran’s.” 

She was fixing his shirt by opening another button to show off his smooth, muscular chest. He looked really fit tonight, thanks mostly to the wardrobe makeover she gave him in preparation. His jeans were tighter than he liked, but his impressive bulge filled them quite nicely. She ran a manicured hand across it, causing a shudder. “You are the only thing I want to eat tonight!” 

“Liar!” he said, swatting her bum as she turned to get the ice. “Dimitri has the cock to beat, and you know it. In fact, you went over the time limit last month, sucking him off, and could have gotten us kicked off the rota.” 

She giggled. “You think they are going to say goodbye to this?” She lifted the hem of her dress to reveal her bare and glistening sex. He was speechless. She got out the ice bucket. “Yeah, I thought not.” 

The couple did some last-minute scouting of the bedrooms and the conservatory, checking for lube, towels, and candles. All was ready for the Loose Screws Swing Club, Birmingham Chapter Monthly Meeting. Four of the twelve-member couples would be in attendance. After meets, greets, and bar treats, it would be a swapping soiree where any member might hook up with any other. It could be bisexual, it could be three or foursomes. Vanilla straight sex was more than a possibility, as some of the men still balked at taking dick. Dana rolled her eyes at the thought, silly men, but also knew that Marge and John, the oldest couple at 50 and 53, were still a bit old-fashioned in their sex partner choices. 

The bell chimed just as Dana had adjusted a scatter cushion for the fourth time. “Damn, they’re here!” she squealed. 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Gill joked as he went for the door. 

Dana smoothed her dress once more and cocked her hip to make a sexier line and took a deep breath. Moments later, she was kissing her best friend, Mica, and her partner, Stephen. They were both bisexual, much to Gill’s delight, as Mica was quite adventurous and loved a threesome, and Stephen quite happily sucked dick. 

“You look good enough to eat, Miss Mica,” Gill purred as he kissed the tall blonde with his tongue delving into her mouth. 

Stephen was already kissing Dana in the same way, but with a hand up her dress. Dana pulled it away with a laugh. “Hold it back, Mister! That is for later…if you behave.” 

“Cheeky thing!” Stephen laughed. “I thought the whole point was to misbehave.” He licked his wet finger as Dana went for the door, face flushed and heart racing. “And your arse looks like a Chinese dumpling, love!” Stephen added. Mica laughed as Gill tried the same finger trick but got a playful rebuke.  

Dana opened the door to reveal Dimitri and Angela. They were Greek, dark-haired, and olive-skinned. Dimitri had a ridiculous porn star moustache, Angela an accentuated bust that defied any attempts that gravity made. They were both hot as the island of Santorini. 

“Dana! Lovely dress!” Angela said as they stepped in and the two women air-kissed. 

“Oraía gynaíka,” the muscular man said in his native Greek as he kissed her with passion, hands on her arse. 

A flushed Dana led them into the lounge. The two kissed everyone and everyone kissed back with crackling energy in the air. There was no jealousy nor proprietary tension; everyone was attracted to someone else’s partner. It was simply to be a night for sex, no strings, just sex. 

Stephen ended up on the couch, Dana rubbing his left thigh. Gill had Mica on his arm, running fingers over her chest as they discussed the wine. She hadn’t the largest breasts in the club, but they were in the best form. She could be a nude model and not a green architecture consultant. Everyone had drinks, a mixture of Martinis and wines, yet no one wanted to go too heavy on the alcohol, certainly not too early. As was common for their club, the men had all taken Viagra or Cialis to make sure that they could last the course. 

Gill raised a glass. “To all our new sexy friends and fuckers!” Everyone yelled “Cheers!” and laughed. “You know the rules, an hour and then back down here for swapsies. Each room has all the necessities. There are healthy nibbles in the kitchen, drinks at the bar. Round one starts –.” 

Mica interrupted. “What about Auntie and Uncle?” These were the nicknames of John and Marge, the oldest couple in their group, and randy as twenty-year-olds. 

Gill went on. “They are going to be late. Something about a sitter for their dog.” 

Dana broke away from Stephen’s lap and mouth, her dress already pulled down to reveal her lovely pink right nipple. 

“Oh, my goodness! I will not have to wait long for my first climax!” They all laughed and began to pair off. Dana set an old-school egg timer that had been in the club since the eighties. “Alright, round one starts now.” She lifted her glass once more. “Loose Screws!”  

They all responded. “Everyone Cums Before They Go!” 

Dana smiled with the satisfaction that all of her concerns about the success of the night were dissipating quickly. “See you all in an hour.” She made for Stephen, but Dimitri grabbed her from behind and took hold of her lovely breasts. 

“You are mine, my dear hostess!” He took her into a kiss, his large erection against the small of her back, and she melted. 

His wife, Angela was eying up Stephen, especially his crotch which took up all the available space in his chinos. She took his hand and led him toward the stairs, peeling his shirt off as they went. 

Mica was pulling off Gill’s shirt as she kissed his chest, her blonde curls looking golden. It was no secret to anyone that she wanted to taste him tonight. “Let’s get the big bed before it’s taken!” She raced up the stairs, almost knocking over Stephen and Mica, Gill rushing after her. 

“Mind yourselves!” Mica jokingly scolded.  

The rules of the club were simple: if a door was shut, the room was occupied, and no further guests were wanted. If a door was open, then the room may be occupied, but you were welcome to go and join in. Mica and Gill had shut the door behind them. 

Angela took Stephen into the second bedroom, shutting that door behind them.  

Dana took Dimitri over to the sofa, pushed him down and straddled him, her dress riding up, her lips pressing against his zipper enclosure. “I want that big dick everywhere!”  

He laughed as he took her dress up and off, tossing it across the lounge. “Are you ready for me?” 

He dipped his head and sucked at the nipple on Dana’s left breast. She giggled and twitched at the tickle from his moustache. Dimitri put his hands on her side, and in a moment of superhero strength, managed to stand from his seated position and flip Dana over onto the sofa, her bum pointing at the ceiling, her sex winking and beckoning. 

“Oh yes, Dimitri. Please!”  

He wasted no time; his trousers pushed down, no underwear.  His dick thrust, entering her one swift movement. Dana gasped as he pressed at her depth, stretched into submission. 

‘This is why I wanted to join the club! ’She thought, as she let the heat overtake her. 

In the second bedroom, Stephen stood in front of Angela and pulled his shirt off. As Angela was undoing her dress, Stephen pushed his trousers and boxers down as he climbed onto the bed.  

“Fucking hell, Stephanos,” Angela gasped as she took stock of his dick; it was easily the biggest she had ever seen. It was glowing in the candlelight. She must remember to borrow the candles from Dana when she hosted.  

His dick was a good nine inches long and the width of her wrist in its girth. Seeing the lube and towels on the bedstand, she had a thought. Yet she would probably die if he wanted to shove that in her back passage. At the same time, she was excited in case he did. She hoped he would, that would be an experience. 

Stephen was no greenhorn, he knew that his dick was larger than most, and he had learned, mostly in the educational hands of his mother’s best friend, that to get the maximum of pleasure, meant that he had to get his girl properly ready. He gently pushed Angela flat and as she fell into a spread position. He bent between her outstretched legs. 

He inhaled deeply, her arousal only too apparent in his nostrils. He took a deep breath and his tongue pushed between the lips of her fanny, his nostrils blocked by the meat of her flaps. She gasped, she held her breath, her pleasures flowed and her electrics fizzed. Her back arched as she felt his fingers invade her fanny, pushing deep inside her body. 

“Nnghh”, she grunted, “Yes, darling. Right there!” 

Downstairs, her husband, Dimitri, was pounding Dana, her soaking wet fanny easily taking his girth. He pulled back and stopped, his dick just waiting at her entrance. The schoolteacher’s breath held, her heart pounding as she waited for his next move. He eased his dick back and it slipped up the crease of her arse and pressed at her crinkle. 

She gasped, she gulped, ‘Oh God, so soon?’ She was hoping to take Stephen there and was thoroughly lubed before any guests had arrived. Dimitri increased the pressure, her sphincter resisted, he pressed more, and with a loud gasp, gave way to his dick being in her bowels. 

“Oh, fuck, Dimitri, fuck, yes.” Dana gasped. She was no stranger to anal, but tonight, so soon, it felt…well, it felt just so carnal. Dimitri slowly pushed in until she felt her buttocks pressed wide apart. He was fully inside her; she was possessed. 

In the hosts’ bedroom, Gill was lying on his back. Mica was crouching above him, her arse towards his face. He watched as she slowly sank lower and lower until the end of his dick was nudging her fanny. He shuddered as her fanny lips began to caress his dick. She sank lower, her just been sucked fanny opening, taking his dick inside. He growled as her sex lips parted and his dick began to disappear, pleasures flowing in his body as she took him. 

“The best, Mica. Fuck!” 

“Mmm, careful, don’t say that too loud,” she said in breathy concentration, “Your wife might hear.” 

Her weight rested on his hips, his dick completely hidden apart from the very root. Mica’s fanny lips splayed out, her fourchette pushed almost out of the way, as if it were ‘not required on voyage.’ He reached forward and pressed his thumb at her arsehole, and as his thumb vanished inside her, her fanny walls contracted and squeezed his dick. 

Down the hall, Angela was groaning. “I need it,” she said to the top of the head between her legs, “I need your dick.” She was nervous, truly. She had taken big dicks before, what girl hadn’t, but Stephen’s would be her biggest yet. 

Stephen eased away, his face glistening and shining, he grinned up at her. “On your knees, baby, that is the best way,” he said. 

Angela turned and knelt, her arms forwards, her forearms flat on the bed, beautiful black hair fanning out. She felt his monster between her legs nudge her opening, and then she bit her tongue. God, he was huge. It felt like he was putting his whole arm inside her, her fanny walls stretching almost impossibly to take him. 

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he pushed into her body, her sex stretching, accommodating him; it was like a reverse birthing. She felt him at her depth, but still he kept coming, pushing her outsides inside. Her fourchette now inside, his impressiveness pushed into parts of her body that no one had ever been. After months of missing out, she was finally getting his legendary length.  And then he slowly eased out. Relief rushed through her as her birth canal was able to relax. 

She felt a sense of loss as his dick rested at her entrance, but he knew what he was doing. He pushed back in, a little faster, hearing her gulps, and then her gasp as he reached her cervix. Back out, then back in. It was glorious. 

“Angela, you are an exquisite fuck.” 

He was off to the races, fucking her with a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against her thighs, her gasps reverberating around the room. 

‘Jesus, fucking Christ,’ she gasped internally, ‘this is a fuck.’ Externally, she just whimpered.

***

Three orgasms for her and two for him led them to the bell. Dana’s voice called from below. 

“That’s round one sorted!” 

They were sitting in the conservatory drinking, all naked; there seemed no point in clothes. Dimitri was looking closely at Stephen’s dick. “Ágios Theós ánthropos,” he said, “that dick is massive.” 

Stephen turned and looked at Dimitri’s dick, semi-hard, nestled between his thighs. “Yours is not so bad, Dimitri,” he said, “I bet that would slip in nicely.” 

“God, I would so know if this was inside me,” Dimitri said, his hand reaching forwards and grasping at Stephen’s dick. 

“I certainly did,” Angela bragged, her fingers dancing over Dana’s bum as they cuddled close. 

Stephen smiled, he loved his dick inside a body, and in his experience, an arse was as good as a fanny. And the nice thing about arses, everyone had one. 

Mica was running her fingers along Dana’s crease, spreading the cream that Dimitri had deposited. She pulled her hand back and licked her fingers, salty, metallic, just the way she liked it. She offered some to the other women sitting with her. Just then, the front doorbell chimed. Dana got up and went to the door, flinging it open, her nakedness fully visible to anyone there. 

“Goodness, sorry we are late,” Marge said as she walked in and kissed Dana’s cheek, John half a step behind her. 

“Hope we haven’t missed too much,” John added as he eagerly started undressing, leaving his clothes in a pile on a chair by the front door. 

“Eager, are we! Only round one, plenty of time, Uncle, plenty of time,” Dana said as she led them back to the conservatory. Mica was now running her finger along her own crease, keeping her body bubbling under. Mica hated the intervals but knew that the guys really did need to recharge. Well, most guys. Her hubby, Stephen, was seemingly able to keep going. More than once, she had women in the club tell her they had to beg him to quit. Being shagged non-stop for several hours can get one just a little sore. It was never a complaint. More like astonishment. 

“Cheers,” and “There they are” went up as the older couple entered. 

Gill went up and kissed a stripping Marge, “Welcome to our soiree,” he said, his hand cupping her left breast, a finger and thumb finding her nipple. 

“Oh, Gill, you know just how to greet a girl,” she replied, her hand holding his dick and beginning a slow wank. “Shall we go upstairs? I have some catching up to do.” 

Gill took her hand and they headed off up to the master bedroom. He called back, “Someone set the timer.” 

Marge absentmindedly left the bedroom door ajar and joined Gill on the bed, lying on his back, his dick pointing straight up, ready for her attention. 

Dimitri managed to tear himself away from Stephen’s dick and turned his attention to Mica. She smiled and stood up, her fanny at his eye level. She straddled his legs and slowly sank her fanny over his dick. “Not here, I have an idea,” Dimitri said. 

Dana practically lunged for Stephen and dragged him up and towards the stairs. 

Like earlier with Dana, Dimitri stood Holding Mica under her cheeks, his dick hooking her in place.

"Oh, goodness! Fuck!" she squealed as he took them through the conservatory to the garden. “Under the stars,” he said, “Let the Gods watch their goddess get taken.” 

Without withdrawing, he lay them on the lawn, the blades of grass tickling her fanny. Dimitri abruptly pulled out and leant forward and licked down to her fanny, the flavour of Gill now on his lips. He was no stranger to the taste of a man. As he licked at Mica’s clitoris, Dimitri wondered if he would be able to get Stephen’s dick tonight. 

Just inside, John stood behind Angela; his hands around her, cupping her breasts. His dick pushed between the cheeks of her arse, his white beard a stunning contrast to her black hair. “Perhaps we could go somewhere more comfortable?” he asked softly in her ear. 

“The bedrooms are taken,” she replied as she turned in his arms. “But this sofa is looking very comfortable.”  

John sat down, pulling her to his lap, his wide dick nudging at her fanny. It wasn’t long but lord did it stretch you! Sliding along her crease, his rim nudged her clitoris. Angela gasped as her pleasures flowed. She raised herself, tilted her hips and then settled back down, his dick pushing her petals apart and slowly she took John’s dick into her fanny. The older gent took a dark pink nipple into his mouth. 

“Oh, Theos!” she moaned to the man known as Uncle.  

In her marital bed just used by her husband and another woman, Dana was on her knees, Stephen was behind her. His tongue delved in the crevice of her arse, probing at her crinkle as his finger gently teased at her clitoris. His other hand slipped under his chin, slid across her fourchette and found her entrance. His fingers circled and slowly he pushed inside, three fingers easing their way into her body. 

Her fanny was relaxed, Dimitri’s dick had seen to that, and her arse. Stephen knew that his own dick would soon be plundering her, showing her what a real dick was like. His cockiness was well-earned. He began to ease his fingers in and out, finger fucking her, prepping her for the real main course of his meat. 

In the second bedroom, Marge was straddling Gill in reverse cowgirl. She knew it was his favourite. Her hands gripped his shins as she eased her fanny up and down on his dick. For the second time tonight, Gill licked his thumb and pressed it against his lover’s arse. Marge shuddered at the intrusion. She relaxed and Gill’s thumb popped inside. Her moan was almost a laugh. 

“I love to be shagged!” 

Gill laughed back. “Good thing, Auntie!” 

His dick in her fanny, his thumb in her arse, she rocked back and forth, eyes closed, imagining that she was being double fucked. 

As Mica looked to the sky she found the familiar shape of the constellation of Orion. Smiling as she felt Dimitri’s dick spear her fanny, she thought of him as her own sex warrior. Used, as she was, to Stephen’s dick, she enjoyed the slightly smaller, yet still substantive feel of Dimitri. He was a skilled lover, his rhythm varied, his press into her depth changed stroke by stroke. She wrapped around him, hands on his tight arse, squeezing encouragement; his constant chattering in Greek was a turn on. 

“O gynaíka, o kólpos sou eínai o parádeisos gia ména, Theé mou ánthrope,” he spoke in his soft, sexy voice, “gamísou me, o gamísou me.” 

She didn’t speak Greek, but from previous fucks with him, she could guess what he was saying. “Yes, baby, fuck me hard. Let the neighbours all hear!” 

She squeezed her fanny muscles tightly as he rode her, trying to milk him. His balls bounced on her thighs, his belly slapped against hers, the sounds of sex echoed around the garden. 

Back upstairs, Dana gasped as he felt Stephen’s dick nudge her entrance, her breath held as he slowly pushed in. Her fanny widened, opening, absorbing his meat.   

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as she felt his press her depth, knowing that he wasn’t fully inside, knowing that he never could be. She relaxed a little as he eased back, and then screamed in pleasure as he thrust hard, his massive dick stretching her fanny to its full extent, deeper inside her body than anyone had ever been before. 

Slap after slap sounded lewdly as he pounded her. Her gasps and shrieks reverberating around the bedroom collided with sounds coming from the other room where Marge and Gill were fucking loudly. Dana smiled, she knew that her husband had wanted to fuck the older woman again after last month’s meeting found him telling his wife she was a lot wilder than most think.  

***

Nearly an hour later, Dana stood leaning on the countertop, her fanny gaping, spunk dripping onto the kitchen floor. She looked up as Marge and Gill came down, Marge walking a little gingerly in Dana’s eyes. 

“Your husband is a fucking soldier, the way he never gives up!” She went for a strawberry as if she was starved.

Dana kissed her sweaty spouse with pride. “Well done, you.” 

Stephen was sitting on the couch, his dick as hard as ever. Mica and Dimitri came in from the garden, and finally John and Angela joined them. 

Everyone was a little pink and a lot sweaty. Drinks were in order. 

“Let’s spice it up a little,” Mica said as she poured herself a martini. 

“What are you thinking?” Dana asked as the three others joined them in the lounge. 

“Me, John and Stephen, You, Dimitri and Gill, and then... Marge and Angela.” 

There was a pregnant pause. It was a bold division as it was well known that Marge was straight only. Yet Angela suspected there was something untapped.

“What do you say, Auntie?” Angela asked. “I’m game if you are.” 

Marge took a big draw of her wine. “’Bout time this old dog learned some new tricks." She raised her glass. "Loose Screws!” 

“Everybody Cums Before They Go!” 

TO BE CONTINUED

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