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by Ky_Da » Sat Jun 12, 2021 5:24 pm
Chapter 33
Swinger Halloween Party Part 1
All things considered, it could have been much worse, I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror. Rachel had chosen the costume of a fallen angel, or maybe it would be better described as a falling angel. The once white robe was heavily stained in what looked like black soot, but thankfully covered everything down to my wrists and ankles. Rachel made it clear that I was not to wear any underwear under the robe, so it felt extremely open and liberating to walk around commando under the garment. The costume also came with a black halo that was purposefully tilted to one side, as if in the act of falling off.
All-in-all, I couldn’t complain too much about the costume. I was expecting something far worse and much more embarrassing. Well, that’s not exactly correct. I was sporting a woody from seeing Rachel’s costume, and that was a little hard to hide without any underwear on, so I was in for at least some degree of embarrassment if I couldn’t gain some self-control.
Rachel’s costume was appropriately chosen. She was a nearly nude succubus, complete with lots of dark red makeup, curved horns that somehow were stuck on her head, and a tail that hung loosely from the back of her leather skirt. The costume looked incredible, and I couldn’t help but stare. This woman was a generation older than me, but she looked fucking incredible, and downright wicked tonight. If Rachel’s costume was anything to judge from, I couldn’t wait to see Nichole’s.
Wade had picked up Nichole, his date, a couple of hours before I had gone to Rachel’s house to get ready. They were headed to someone else’s place where their costumes were waiting for them, and so I wouldn’t see her until we were all at the party together. I felt a rush of excitement in thinking of Nichole as another man’s date. I could tell she and Wade were both looking forward to being together tonight, the way they interacted from the moment Wade came in the front door. Nichole had no hesitation to show him her affection and to flirt with him. It took my breath away to see her body react to his. I could tell that she was extremely turned on by the way her nipples poked out so much under her blouse. That surprised me as well, she was always so careful to make sure her nipples didn’t stand out on their own, but when she’d left earlier, it was almost as if she wanted people to look at them.
“So, my fallen angel,” Rachel purred as she sidled up next to me. I’d been standing at the front door for several minutes waiting for her to finish up her extensive makeup when she finally declared herself ready to go. “Are you going to pay me any attention tonight, or are you going to be moping around thinking about that cheating wife of yours?
I leaned forward slightly, trying to make the pitched tent in my robe a little less obvious. This was one time having a smaller dick was probably a blessing. “I can’t do both?” I asked.
Rachel smiled and ran her hand over the outside of my robe over my dick, “Nicky doesn’t let you off your leash very often, so I was hoping we’d make the most of it.”
I sighed at her touch, “Sounds good to me,” I said, enjoying her attention.
The truth was that I’d been feeling a little sexually frustrated lately. I don’t think Nichole was even aware of it, but between her time with Marcus, and now Wade, she was having so much sex that she was almost always sated. Over the last several months, I’d gotten a lot more hand jobs than pussy. Yet, I really couldn’t complain. Nichole was keeping me horny nearly every waking hour of the day, and for some strange reason, I’d really started enjoying her hand jobs more than actual sex. Maybe it was all part of the cuck fetish or something, but whatever the reason, my libido was always up.
“You drive, Ky,” she said, giving me the keys to their Tahoe. “I want to have some fun on the drive up.”
I didn’t need convincing. I took the keys, locked the front door, and minutes later we were on the road. Ontario, our destination for the evening, was a little over an hour away depending on traffic, which on a Saturday night going northbound on the 15, should be light. As soon as we were on the freeway, Rachel’s hand found its way under my robe and wrapped around my dick. She let out an exciting squeal that made me smile.
“I don’t get it Rach,” I said, forcing myself to not close my eyes as I felt her hand squeeze me, “Your husband’s in a lot better shape than I am, and a hell of a lot more endowed, why do you want to spend time with me?”
“Ky,” Rachel said in an admonishing tone. I kept my eyes on the road so I couldn’t see her expression, but I could feel her frowning at me as she spoke. “I like spending time with you, you’re easy to talk to, you make me laugh, and your very handsome. You shouldn’t sell yourself short.”
“Thanks Rachel,” I said, hoping I sounded genuine. I’ve never taken compliments well. “But I know I’m not the most fun person in the world, especially at a party. If there’s more than five or six people in the room, I clam up and can’t think of anything to talk about.”
“Nichole’s certainly the extrovert in the relationship, isn’t she,” Rachel said. “I was going to suggest alcohol, but it might be better if we keep you away from any spirits tonight.”
“Oh yeah,” I agreed. “I’ve got no intention to drink anything but water tonight. I’m not going through that again.”
Rachel snorted softly and kept up her ministrations on my dick. I was now extremely hard. “Don’t worry, my mission is to make sure you have a good time tonight.”
I smiled at that. “Thanks.”
“Happy to,” she said, giving me a squeeze. “But I’m not a total altruist, I plan on having my fun with you tonight. I might be old enough to be your mother, but I have every intention of sucking every last drop of cum out of you.”
I groaned at that and nearly ejaculated, “If you keep saying shit like that, I’m going to have a huge wet spot on my costume.”
“I certainly hope so,” Rachel gave me another squeeze and then let go of my dick. I was maybe a second away from cumming, so the result was something of a ruined orgasm. “But more of that in a moment, we need to talk about tonight.”
“Oh?” I said, shifting in the seat of the Tahoe. “That sounds ominous.”
“It wasn’t meant to be,” Rachel quickly replied. “If this party is anything like the last Halloween party, it’s going to be, well, pretty crazy.”
“What, like orgies?” I asked.
“Probably,” Rachel admitted. “But honestly, you’ll find a little of everything going on there. You see, there will be a lot more people than just the members of the Pleasure Seekers. It’s still an invitation only party, and everyone there will have been screened and tested, but it wouldn’t surprise me to find a few hundred people there tonight.”
“Wow, that’s a good-sized crowd of swingers,” I said, trying to remember to focus on the road ahead. No one had told us about any mask mandates, so I figured the swingers were looking for a night of freedom from stupid government mandates.
“It is,” Rachel agreed, “and I’m sure it might be a little, shocking, for you when things get heated up—it usually is to newcomers.”
I guffawed at that, “I can imagine.”
“Ky,” Rachel said, her tone suddenly more serious, “you need to understand that when the crazy starts at these parties, it happens fast, and there isn’t a lot of time to communicate with your spouse.”
“Okay,” I said slowly, unsure of where Rachel was going with this.
“Look,” Rachel began again, “what I’m trying to ineloquently say is that shit’s going to get real tonight, and when it does, I don’t want you to get stuck in your head all night, alright?”
I chuckled and nodded, “Yeah, I know where you’re going with this, but that’s definitely easier said than done.”
“I know it is, dear,” she said, patting my knee with her hand. “But try for me, please.”
“I will,” I vowed, letting myself relax slightly. Rachel knew me too well.
We arrived at gate where a single security guard stood leaning against his car. The location was a large industrial complex filled with numerous warehouses that housed a variety of different businesses, but being a Saturday night, the entire place looked abandoned. The entire facility was surrounded by a chain link fence, and the entrance we pulled up to was a simple swing gate. The security guard waved us in without checking for identification or even giving us a serious look. I guess if you were in costume, that was good enough for him.
Rachel pointed the way and directed us to a building near what felt like the center of the complex. I saw a few cars parked outside of one warehouse, but Rachel had me drive to the end of the warehouse where a large sliding door had been opened. Light poured out of the building, giving the first real signs that some kind of activity was happening.
As I approached the building, an usher dressed in a simple white shirt and dark slacks directed us with a flashlight to drive inside. I drove into the building and was surprised to see what looked to be close to a hundred cars already parked inside. We were guided to the next open stall where we parked. As soon as I opened the door to the Tahoe, I could hear the faint music, and a rhythmic thump, thump of the bass. Something about the music made my heart begin to race as the reality began to hit me about what could happen here tonight.
I looked to my date and felt my erection harden. She looked wickedly evil in her costume. I couldn’t help but think how appropriate it was, she really was something of a succubus, I thought. And she was my date. I was going to get to fuck her before the night was over. My heart skipped a beat in the excitement. Nichole was going to have her fun tonight, I might was well try to have some of my own.
Taking my arm, Rachel and I walked to a small man door at the end of the building where another usher opened the door and let us inside. As soon as the door opened, the music’s decibels hit me full on, it was loud and intense. We stepped inside and at first I could hardly see a thing in the dim light, but as we made our way farther inside, my eyes quickly began to adjust.
There are a lot of fucking people here, was my first thought as I looked around the room. The floor was bare concrete around the edges, but a large dance floor had been installed in the center of the room, and there were several dozen people already dancing. Special lighting was installed around the perimeter, and numerous different colored lights and crystal balls hung from the upper roof. Tables and chairs were placed around the edges of the dance floor, with several long tables at one end that held the nights refreshments.
As my eyes adjusted more, I noticed a large platform in the center of the dance floor. It looked be about twelve foot wide, twelve foot long, was close to chest high, and was topped with a thick padding that covered the entire surface. A small set of stairs had been installed to one side to give access and egress to and from the platform. I was going to ask Rachel about the platform, but she was already engaged in conversation with someone I didn’t recognize, or at least didn’t recognize in his werewolf costume.
I had to admit, Alex had done an amazing job of decorating the place, I thought as I took in the different decorations throughout the spacious room. I felt like I was in the middle of a Dungeons and Dragons game in real life. There were strange symbols drawn all over the floor, small, realistic fairies hanging on what was probably fishing line from the ceiling, and colorful cloth runners overhead that blocked out most of the ceiling above. It was a lot to take in.
“Isn’t this great,” Rachel said, almost shouting to be heard.
“I have to admit, I’m impressed,” I said, leaning down to be better heard.
Suddenly Rachel’s eyes darted to the dancefloor. I followed her gaze and looked carefully at the people dancing. The costumes were all amazing. People had put a great deal of time and effort into them, and it showed. There were elves, goblins, vampires, a mermaid, witches, and what looked to be like a Gandalf character dancing. Looking back to Rachel, she jerked her head toward the center of the dance floor. She was obviously trying to get me to see something in particular.
I looked again, taking time to inspect each costume. It took me a moment to see it, but once I did, my eyes about popped out of my head. I first spotted Wade because he was about twice the size of everyone else out there. My eyes had seen him before, but my mind hadn’t triggered any recognition. He looked like Conan the Barbarian, and I mean he looked exactly like Conan the Barbarian. He wore what were basically furry short shorts. It wasn’t much more than loincloth with a wide belt. He also wore heavy, knee-high boots that looked to be wrapped with animal pelts. And to complete the look, a massive broadsword was held in a scabbard in the center of his back. The sword was probably a prop, I knew, but it sure looked real. Few people could have pulled off such a costume, but Wade made it look good.
But it was my wife that made my pulse race. It took my mind a long minute to recognize her, and even when it did, I wasn’t entirely certain. Her costume was that of a Drow. I knew this because I’d spent many hours playing Dungeons and Dragons as a kid, and used to read fantasy books all throughout high school. Yes, I was a nerd, that’s why I became a good little engineer.
A Drow is a dark elf, that’s meant both literally and figuratively, and Nichole fucking looked the part in every way possible. Her skin was ink black, and from what I could tell, all her skin was ink black. In fact, the makeup was so dark, I could hardly make out her features from across the room. In contrast, she wore a wig of long, platinum white hair. I couldn’t believe it, she looked like she belonged in Comic-Con doing cosplay.
“Come on,” I said, taking Rachel’s hand and pulling her across the dance floor. Rachel giggled behind me as she followed.
We moved through the dancers quickly to where Nichole and Wade were dancing. At least Wade didn’t know how to dance, I thought, seeing him do that stupid back-and-forth shuffle guys tend to do when they have no idea how to actually dance.
Nichole’s eyes met mine and she smiled, her white teeth showing brightly against the almost black skin of her lips. Even up close, it was difficult to make out her features, the makeup was so dark, but her eyes were not difficult to see. She was wearing colored contacts that made her eyes look bright red and, despite her smile, they gave her a scary, demonic look.
“Holy fuck,” I swore as I took her in.
Her smile grew, “You like it?” she said, looking down at herself and then back up to me, her voice barely loud enough to hear.
Dazed, I nodded. She wore a dark tunic that made the most of her cleavage, and barely covered her ass. I also noticed that she’d had prosthetic ears attached, making each ear extend up to a point several inches above her hairline. I couldn’t get over how real the costume looked. This was professionally done and was fucking movie studio quality. It was my wife, and yet it wasn’t.
After a very pregnant pause, I finally found my voice. “How extensive is the makeup?”
“Very,” Nichole said with a giggle. “It took hours to apply.”
“It looks fucking incredible.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said, eyeing me up and down, “The fallen angel look suits you.”
“Listen,” I said, leaning in close to Nichole’s elf shaped ear. I felt Rachel getting anxious and pulling at my hand, probably wanting me to dance. But I wanted Nichole to know something. “You know I love you, so have fun tonight. Show me what an adulterous slut you can be.”
Even with the dark makeup I could see the flush of lust pass over Nichole’s features. I could tell she was primed. I pulled my hand away from Rachel’s for a moment and embraced my wife. She was almost unrecognizable in the costume, but hugging her, I could feel it was her.
“I love you, too,” Nichole spoke into my ear, “so enjoy Rachel tonight. It might be the last pussy you get for a while.”
Oh fuck me, I thought as Nichole stepped away and returned to her date. Rachel took my hand and pulled me away to an open spot on the dance floor. The song selection changed to a slow beat, so I took Rachel by the waist and moved with the music. I wasn’t a dancer, but I could at least do more than sway back and forth, and my succubus seemed to approve.
Looking around, I noticed that several women had either removed part of their costumes, or maybe were topless to begin with. But is seemed there was more nudity now than there had been a few minutes ago. I glanced at Nichole and Wade, and despite my best attempts to not feel it, I felt that stab of jealously and angst as I watched him hold her form close to his. They looked amazing together.
Rachel’s hand reached up and turned my chin towards her, “You’re making me feel a little neglected, Ky. Remember, you’re mine for the night.’
“Sorry,” I said, breaking my gaze away from Nichole. “I’m all yours starting now.”
“Mmmm, we’ll see about that,” she said with a smirk. I felt her rub my dick, the softness of the robe between her palm and my erection. It felt amazing. “How about we take the edge off.”
Her hand tightened around my dick and she began to stroke my average size penis. “Damn, Rachel,” I said in a heavy sigh. “You’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop. The drycleaners are going to be pissed.”
Rachel laughed but didn’t stop. “We might as well make it good and dirty then.”
“You make a good succubus,” I said, gritting my teeth as I tried to hold off for as long as I could.
Again Rachel laughed, “The night’s young my fallen angel, I’ll take your soul before the night’s over.”
I bit my lip and turned my head as I got closer. As I did, my eyes took in two that were dressed as vampires near us. One was on his knees, sucking the other’s cock. It took me a moment to realize that both were male. It didn’t really matter to me that they were gay, but it still took me by surprise. I’d never actually seen a man suck another man’s cock in real life before. For a moment I thought about how Nichole would like seeing this. She always seemed to have a thing about watching gay sex the few times we watched porn together, it didn’t matter if it was male or female to her.
“Ahh fuck,” I grunted as I came hard against the inside of my robe. I couldn’t believe I was cumming in the middle of the dance floor with a hundred people around me. We’d only been at the part for maybe a half-an-hour and I’d already had an orgasm. Maybe this was going to be a good party.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” cooed Rachel as I leaned against her, “cum for me.”
It took me a moment to compose myself, but thankfully Rachel didn’t demand we keep dancing. She led the way to one of the tables off to the side. I could feel the cool ejaculate touch my leg as I walked. Getting to the table, I sat heavily in one of the chairs and took a few deep breaths. There were people sitting at the other tables, but it was far from crowded.
“I’m going to get a few things, I’ll be right back,” Rachel said and scurried off back into the throng of people.
I looked back out to the dancefloor but couldn’t see my wife. The music changed again, and I could immediately feel the change in the atmosphere. Things were already starting to heat up.
Rachel came back to the table with a few drinks and two cupcakes, interestingly decorated with the shape of male and female genitalia in the frosting.
“Give me your hand,” Rachels said as she took her seat.
She dropped three small white pills into my palm. “Er, Rachel, I don’t do—”
“—They’re only boner pills,” she said with a laugh. “You’re going to need them tonight.”
I looked up at her warily, “That’s all they are?” I asked, “I’m not going to end up in the emergency room with a stiffy that won’t go down?”
Rachel laughed, “I’ll do my best to keep that from happening, but yes, that’s all they are.”
I was sure there were a lot of drugs being consumed at the party, but that wasn’t my scene. But erection pills seemed harmless enough, and I’d read that they could give a guy a real super boner. Shrugging, I popped them into my mouth and swallowed them.
“Good boy,” Rachel purred, moving over and sitting on the edge of the table. “Now it’s my turn while those pills do their work.”
Rachel turned her body to face mine and spread her legs to me. She was wearing a short, red leather skirt that was made to look very old. I instantly got a whiff of her heady scent. I felt a moment of hesitation, and I self-consciously looked around us, feeling like all eyes were going to be on me. But if anyone gave any notice, I couldn’t see it.
“Eyes on the prize dear,” Rachel said, taking my hair into her hand and pulling me towards her. She pulled the crooked halo from my head and guided me toward her entrance. I let her.
My tongue had no difficulty finding her wet snatch, and I didn’t waste time diving right in. I couldn’t believe how horny I felt, and for the moment, I didn’t give a shit if the whole world was watching. If fact, my adrenaline was pumping so hard that I felt dizzy, like I couldn’t get enough oxygen into my lungs. I normally try to start out slowly when I go down on a woman, but I don’t think either of us wanted that right now. Rachel cried out happily above me and the sound drove me to eat her out even more aggressively.
I don’t know if it was the overall effect of the evening and where I was, or if it was because of how horny I felt, but Rachel’s pussy tasted divine, and I would have been happy to have stayed between her legs for the entire night. I felt her juices spreading across my cheeks and my nose as I pressed my face as far as I could into her center. Rachel began bucking under me and pulling my hair almost painfully as she made the most of her orgasm.
She finally pushed my head away and I fell back into my chair. I was breathing like I’d just run a hundred-meter sprint. Rachel’s eyes bore into me and she bit her lower lip. She might have been old enough to be my mother, but my mother she was not. She looked fucking hot, and I was excited that the night was early.
Rachel slid off the table and onto my lap. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face tightly into her voluptuous breasts. “Oh, that was good,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “That was really good.”
We caught our breath for a moment, but Rachel didn’t let me rest for long. She suddenly stood up, pulled the hem of my robe up to my waist, and then sat back down, straddling my legs. I was already hard, so it was an easy effort to guide me inside her. I knew it was too early for the ED meds to have had any effect, but I had enough blood pumping through my system that I had no problem staying hard. I felt her pussy sink over and around me as her hips met mine, and she let out a heavy sigh.
“I knew tonight was going to be fun,” Rachel said, shifting her weight slightly forward and gripping my dick with her pelvic muscles.
Rachel pressed her breasts toward me and pulled my face into her cleavage. The upper part of her costume was a kind of corset that fit her tightly around the waist and had a tight-fitting, elastic material that covered the lower half of her breasts. She pulled that material down and exposed her breasts to the open air. Oh god it was heaven, or maybe hell, I thought, seeing the ornate horns that adorned Rachel’s head. Like all the costumes that night, Rachel’s was extremely well done.
“Hey, we finally found someone we recognize,” I low familiar sounding, gruff voice said behind me. “Mind if we sit here, the place is packed.”
Rachel’s head raised, but the thrusting of her hips continued. “Of course,” she said, her voice strained with effort.
I recognized the voice as that of Freddie McClure from the first swinger party we had gone to. He gave me a quick smile and a nod as he and his date, a woman I’d never seen before, sat at the table. Demarco held out a chair for his date, a tall attractive woman I’d also never met before, and they took their seats. Freddie and his date were dressed as Vikings, while Demarco and his date looked like characters from Game of Thrones. I expected to feel an extreme awkwardness as Rachel and I were basically fucking at the table, but they simply sat there casually chatting and paid us little attention.
I closed my eyes and buried my face into the crook of Rachel’s neck, enjoying the feeling of her warm pussy around my dick. I could feel her tighten around me on each outward thrust, and I let out a groan at the immense pleasure.
“You like that?” she asked, weaving her hands into my hair.
“You’re incredible Rach,” I said honestly.
“Hmmm,” she hummed contentedly, “because I could do this all night.”
“I look forward to it.” I pulled her close and held her, enjoying the smell of her perfume.
“You go ahead and cum inside me whenever you’re ready,” Rachel said, increasing her pace.
Several minutes later I was emptying my second load of the night. I don’t generally produce much on the second orgasm, but I was so amped up that if felt like a came a lot more than usual. Rachel held herself in place even after I was spent, holding my softening dick in her pussy as she sighed contentedly. Looking around the room, it became apparent to me that we weren’t the only ones fucking. Some were having sex in the chairs like we were, others were using the tables, but all-in-all there was a lot more nudity now.
Rachel kissed me lightly on the forehead and then stood. “Let’s dance,” she said, pulling my hands until I relented and stood. She excused herself from the others at the table and soon we were again on the dancefloor.
“Your cum is running down my thighs,” Rachel said, her breasts still completely exposed as she danced. “I didn’t expect you to cum so much.”
I smiled at that. It made me feel pretty good about myself. We danced for several songs, and I couldn’t help but think of the movie The Matrix, the way everyone moved in an erotic rhythm to the sound of a pounding beat. It was hedonistic, lascivious to the extreme, the essence of carnal desire and pleasure, and it consumed me like white hot fire. We danced one song after another, and my dick spent most of the time griding against one of Rachel’s body part or another. It was the best time I’d ever had at a dance.
The current song ended, but as the next one began, the volume dropped, and a booming voice came over the sound system’s speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, creatures, monsters, and beasts alike. Welcome to the land of Fe.” An applause broke out and the announcer paused for a moment. Then, “As a general announcement, please remember that rides have been arranged if you need. We’ll arrange a service to get your vehicles back to you, but please be safe whenever you choose to leave.” Again the announcer paused briefly. “Now, tonight we would like to open the stage for some entertainment.”
Finally, I was able to spot the announcer as a man dressed in a black and white tuxedo climbed the stairs to the platform in the center of the room. He waved to the approval of the crowd, obviously someone they all knew, or were at least familiar with.
“For your viewing pleasure, I invite three couples to come and perform for us tonight. To make this interesting, I call your attention to the monitors,” the announcer pointed to each of the four corners of the room where a large screen tv was located. Each flat screen had to be over eighty-five inches and was suspended about ten feet off the ground. Each blinked on and suddenly the announcer could be seen up close and personal on each tv. Finally, a phone number appeared at the bottom of the screen.
“Each couple will perform one after the other, I don’t want six people up here on stage at the same time. And each couple will have twenty-five minutes in which to show us who can achieve the greatest climax. After the three couples have performed for us, we ask that each of you text the winner to the number shown on the monitors. Once again, performance should be based on who you believe achieved the greatest orgasm. If you sense that someone is faking, that should rate a zero…” The announcer said the last word in a low rasp, showing disdain for the very idea that someone would fake.
“…And of course, the better the show and the greater the climax, the higher the score—ten being the most amount of points that can be rewarded. We will then crunch the numbers and announce the winner.” The announcer paused again as an excited murmur passed through the audience. “The winning couple will receive a seven night, all-expense paid stay at the Ritz Carlton in Laguna, along with a five-thousand-dollar cash prize.” The announcer had to pause once more at the excitement that sounded in the crowd.
“Now,” the announcer began again, “to choose the couples.” The man gestured to several people within the crowd, and I suddenly saw about six or seven ushers begin making their way through the crowd on the dance floor, as well as in and around the tables around the perimeter. They each held a small box, and I could see people drawing something that looked like a small chip from inside. “If one person from each couple would please take a poker chip,” the announcer once more began his instructions, “you will see that each one has a series of numbers. In a few minutes, we will draw three numbers, and that will determine the selected couple to enter the competition. If you choose to decline, we will simply draw another number until we’ve had our three performances.”
“Oh, I hope they draw us,” I heard Rachel say, taking my arm tightly.
I didn’t share her reaction. My stomach actually dropped, and I felt terrified to the point of sick at the idea of having to perform in public. As nice as a getaway to the Ritz would be, it would take a lot more than that to get me up on that stage. Fuck, even if I’d wanted to, I don’t think I could have gotten it up in front of all the people.
It took close to ten minutes before all the chips had been distributed and the ushers disappeared from site before the announcer turned his mic back on. I felt a mixture of nausea that we might be chosen, and excitement to watch how this competition played out.
“Alright then,” the announcer said, picking up a glass jar that looked to be filled with strips of paper. “The first number is,” he removed a slip of paper and spoke, “One-one-nine.”
An excited shout sounded not too far from my right as a man dressed as, well, I guess he was supposed to be an archer, but as skinny as he was, he looked more like an anemic Robin Hood. His partner on the other hand was as round as he was thin. Standing next to each other, I thought they looked like the number ten. The woman, who’d come as a plump fairy, seemed equally excited, and it didn’t take them long to make their way to the stage.
“This should be interesting,” I heard Marcus’ voice say next to me.
I turned to him and couldn’t stop the laugh before it escaped my lips. Marcus was dressed as Harry Potter, complete with the scarf, round glasses, and pointy wizard hat.
“Nice costume,” I said, giving him only a quick look and then returning my attention to the couple that was now climbing the stairs to the stage. I’d noticed Marcus’ date standing next to him, but didn’t know her. She was of course attractive, and she filled out the Hogwarts uniform nicely. What did surprise me in the second I’d looked at her was that she appeared to be his own age and not some younger twenty-something.
Robin Hood and the plump fairy finally made it to the stage, and I don’t think any of the audience was overly excited. These were the less-than-attractive type of people you assumed you’d find at a nude beach in Europe.
The announcer gave them a slight bow and guided them to the middle of the stage. As two ushers climbed the stairs, the announcer said, “To aid everyone in judging more accurately, each of our lovely and willing contestants will wear a throat microphone during their performance.”
The two ushers went to the contestants and adroitly placed what looked to be a black band around their necks. They checked that the fit was good and then exited the stage, ever the professionals.
“And who do we have with us today?” the announcer asked, nodding toward the female.
“I’m Judy,” she said, her face reddening as she looked out at the large crowd around her.
“And I’m Jason,” said Robin Hood guy, looking a lot calmer than I would have been. I had to give it to him, he had more stones than I did if he was willing to get up there and fuck the plump fairy in front of everyone.
“Very well, Judy and Jason,” the announcer said, stepping away from them and going to the stairs. “Your time starts now.”
Music began again, but at a much lower volume than it had been before, and close ups of the couple appeared on the monitors around the room. They were of full display. I suddenly felt extremely awkward as the couple artlessly kissed and began to fondle each other. Still, I knew I would have looked a lot worse up there, so I tried not to be too judgmental.
“Ugh, this is hard to watch,” Rachel said loud enough for our small group to hear. “I think the fairy would fly away if she could.”
“Yeah, but there’s no way those little wings are big enough to get her fat ass into the air,” Marcus said at my side.
I couldn’t help it. I laughed out a loud bark which drew some attention. But it was fucking funny. The woman’s costume included a pair of wings, but they were tiny on her plus-size frame. Luckily, after only a few minutes, a lot of the audience began to ignore the competing couple on the stage as they returned to mingling.
“Ky,” Marcus said, touching my shoulder, “let me introduce you to Claire Shultz.” Claire and I exchanged a quick nod. “Clair’s husband is Morgan Schultz.”
The light finally went off in my head. Morgan Schultz was the owner of the company Nichole worked for. “Nice to meet you,” I said. I racked my brain to try and think of something else to say, but I came up with nothing. Luckily, Rachel saved me.
“I always figured you for a Slytherin,” Rachel said teasingly, referring to the Hogwarts school uniform.
Claire smiled and began to chat with Rachel. Shew, I was happy to not be on the spot anymore. I wasn’t the most socially graceful guy to begin with, and being at the swinger Halloween party added a degree of difficulty to something I already struggled with.
Thankfully, the twenty-five minutes finally passed, and the first performance ended. I think everyone in the audience was happy about that. The ushers went back on stage, took and cleaned the microphones, and the next couple was then announced. This time the couple was much more attractive, and the performance they put on was much better. Unlike the first couple the woman at least sounded like she’d had an orgasm. They definitely kept the crowds attention better and were now clearly the frontrunners.
The announcer read out the final number, and I felt a huge wave of relief that he didn’t read my number. Now I could at least enjoy the rest of the evening without being put on the spot. Rachel acted like she was disappointed, but she was enjoying her conversation with Claire enough that I doubt she really cared. Since we’d been standing on the dancefloor for the better part of an hour, we decided to go to one of the tables and sit down for the last performance when I heard a yelp from a voice that sounded very, very familiar. I froze in my tracks.
Nichole, I thought as I turned back toward the stage. My eyes found Wade the Barbarian walking toward the platform, and he was carrying the dark figure of my wife over his shoulder. She was angrily thrashing and trying to get free, but he had no trouble keeping her in his control.
I was about to move towards the stage to put a stop to it when Marcus stopped me, “Ky,” he said, taking me by the shoulder. “Nothing will happen that Nichole doesn’t want to happen. Bennet wouldn’t let someone be raped like that.”
I stopped for a moment and thought. It was easy to figure that Bennet must have been the announcer’s name, and I doubted Wade would rape Nichole in front of so many witnesses, but she still didn’t look like she was a willing participant. Suddenly Nichole’s words from a few nights before came back to me. She’d told me that occasionally wanted to be pushed. Maybe she’d told Wade something similar. Either way, I stayed on the dancefloor and watched in case I needed to intervene.
Everyone in the building fell quiet as the announcer approached Wade. He exchanged a few words with Wade, who still had my wife slung over his shoulder, but had the microphone off and so no one could hear what was said. Wade then turned so that Nichole’s head was to Bennet the announcer. Again some words were exchanged that we couldn’t hear. They actually spoke for several minutes before the ushers were called forward to mic up the competing couple.
My knees almost gave out as I realized what was going to happen. Oh my fucking god, my wife was going to be fucked in front of everyone here. My Nichole was going to be seen by several hundred people having sex on a platform in the middle of a dancefloor. My head swirled and I felt a dizzy spell that almost floored me, it was through sheer will that I managed to keep my feet. I heard voices around me, but my mind couldn’t make sense of any words at the moment as all my attention was drawn toward the platform.
“… nk is a bad idea Wade,” sounded my wife’s voice as the microphone around her throat turned on.
“Who is this Wade you speak of,” Wade’s voice boomed over the sound system. “I am Conan, Conan the Barbarian.”
The crowd instantly came to life and roared its approval. Damn, Wade did not look hesitant or shy at all. I figured Nichole was probably blushing furiously, but with her black makeup, her features were indistinguishable, she looked like a shadow with long white hair.
“And Conan takes what he pleases,” Wade continued, his voice drowning out even the light music playing in the background.
Wade then lowered Nichole so that her feet touched the platform, and then he pushed her to her knees. The wig of white hair seemed to be getting in way and so Wade picked it off and tossed it off the stage. He then unfasted Nichole’s natural hair and it fell about her shoulders. She looked like a lithe wraith, kneeling at Wade’s feet. Next Wade removed his belt and loincloth, dropped them an arm’s length away, and grasped his cock in his hand. Pointing it at Nichole, he took her head in his other hand and guided her to it.
The microphone picked up the smallest noises, so I could easily hear my wife’s gasps and quickened breaths. “Wade,” she pleaded in a small voice before her mouth was filled with the end of his cock. Everyone then heard her throaty noises as Wade penetrated her mouth with his thick member. Wade’s head went back, and he sighed in contentment.
“You’ve been teasing me all night, my little dark elf,” Wade said firmly yet gently. His voice was softer, but was still clearly heard by the high-end sound system. “Now you’re going to give me what I want.”
Nichole whimpered and I heard a number of people around me groan their own approval. Unlike the first two acts, Wade and Nichole’s performance had a realness about it that the audience seemed to appreciate. It didn’t feel like a performance, and I wondered what was going on in my wife’s head. It was killing me not being able to read her expression, yet even when I looked to the monitors, her features were concealed in darkness.
With the clock ticking, Wade ended the oral part of the show and pulled Nichole to her feet. Then, in a single easy motion, he tore the tunic from her body. The scene reminded me of the Hulk Hogan days when he was a professional wrestler, and he started the match by tearing off his shirt. The tearing of Nichole’s costume could have been heard even without the added microphones, but with them everyone heard the tearing of the material clearly. Nichole’s arms instantly went to her breasts and everyone heard the sharp intake of air she took.
Wade laughed, his voice a deep basso sound, “Since when did my little dark elf become so timid?”
“Bloody barbarian indeed,” Nichole scoffed. “You’re a right bastard. You know that, yeah? You couldn’t make a proper woman orgasm without paying her fifty quid to fake it.”
Again Wade laughed, and when Nichole tried to turn from him, he took her by the arm and guided her to the platform’s padded floor. For her part, Nichole did try to pull away, and to me it looked like she was really trying to break Wade’s grip. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me if what I was seeing was all an act, or if my wife was about to be taken against her will. The jealous beast in me whimpered and wanted to demanded that I protect my wife, but he was quickly squelched by the raging inferno of my cuckold desires.
Wade forced Nichole to her knees, kicked her legs apart, and then knelt between her knees. Nichole then began to really thrash, but still to no avail.
“Fuck, this is intense,” I heard Claire whisper to Marcus. I had to agree with her.
“I’ve been far too gentle with you, Nichole. You know your cunt’s betraying you, right. You’re fucking soaking wet,” Wade said, using her real name. A small part of my brain registered that Wade used her full name. He didn’t shorten it like everyone else did.
I felt paralyzed, frozen to the floor as Wade brought his massive member to Nichole’s pussy. Nichole pulled away hard, but Wade’s thrust forward quelled her fight. Taking her by the hair, he pulled her back until she was in the ideal doggie-style position. I was transfixed on how complete Nichole’s makeup job had been. Every part of her nude body was covered in black, which made it easy to see Wade’s light-skinned rod when he penetrated her.
The guttural moan from Nichole that sounded through the speakers caused quite the reaction from the audience. I looked around and saw that there wasn’t a distracted person in the place, literally every eye was on the Barbarian as he rutted his dark elf. I saw at least a half dozen men with their cocks out, each stroking themselves to the show. I felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of so many people watching my wife. They’d probably remember this night for a long time, I knew I would be.
“Let’s get closer,” Rachel said, and gave me a nudge forward.
We moved through the crowd as politely as we could until we were only feet away from the platform. I was surprised that even as close as we were, Nichole’s makeup was so black that she looked like a small shadow in Wade’s arms. That’s when her head turned towards us and I could see her red eyes stare right at me. Or at least I thought she was staring at me. After a second I realized that it was more like she was staring through me. I didn’t see any recognition in those eyes, only a frenzied hunger.
Nichole’s moan quickly turned into a sustained cry with Wade’s thrusts increasing in pace. Slowly, over the span of four or five minutes, I saw Wade’s cock disappearing deeper and deeper into Nichole’s entrance. As far as I knew, she’d never taken him all the way, but she was extremely close now.
Suddenly I felt Rachel’s hand pull up the front of my robe as she again took my dick into her hand and began to stroke. “She’s fucking incredible,” Rachel whispered loudly to me.
I couldn’t speak.
“And she’s not acting,” Rachel continued, “There’s real passion there.” She stroked me quietly for several seconds. “I hope you’re ready for this ride, Ky, because that’s a woman who’s discovered that she’s got some serious sexual appetites, and she’s going to want to feed those appetites.”
I still couldn’t find any words. I could only stand there staring dumbly and watch as Nichole was completely taken and owned by another man. Her breaths were fast and shallow, her breasts swung forward and back as Wade’s body crashed into hers over and over. Nichole’s fingers dug into the padded floor, seeking purchase to keep herself in place. From the way she writhed and thrashed, it was like she was experiencing too much pleasure, and was desperately trying to find a way to release it. I doubted she was even aware there were other people watching them at the moment, she was simply existing in her own world.
My heart wrenched when I heard Nichole’s cry, her reaction to her barbarian lover slamming his hips into hers. We in the audience could all hear the slap, slap of skin as Wade’s cock penetrated her to the hilt. Nichole screamed and her upper body rose. Wade reacted by wrapping her into his arms like a bear hug from behind. He fucked her like that for several minutes before pausing for a moment to change their position. Without completely removing his cock, Wade turned Nichole’s body and laid her on her back. He quickly repositioned himself between her legs and continued his onslaught in the missionary position.
All I could see of my wife were lean black arms and legs as Nichole wrapped herself around Wade’s form. The sight again pushed my lust and desire to heights I never thought were possible. I found myself saying that a lot lately. Damn, my hands tingled, and my entire lower body felt numb. I wondered briefly if I was going into shock.
That’s when Nichole’s orgasm hit. At first she began to scream again, and it was obvious that this scream was different. This one was of the purest pleasure. Only after a few seconds, the scream was strangled by her convulsing body. Her legs trembled almost violently at first, then slowed to an occasionally shudder.
Wade’s thrusts increased and again his hips slammed into my wife. Once again the speakers sounded as we all heard Nichole repeating, “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
Watching my wife cling to Wade as if for her very life, I came again from Rachel’s hand, shooting another load of cum into the sullied robe. Nichole caught her breath and cried out as her orgasm waned, but Wade continued to use her for his own pleasure. Hearing this became agonizing to me because I knew if she’d ever cum on my dick like that, I would have stopped. And yet Wade only pushed forward.
Her screams were now pure joy, but to me it was agonizing because it felt like a tipping point. Until tonight, I had told myself that we were only experimenting, but seeing the display in front of me, I somehow knew we were never going back to the way things were. My wife would never again be satisfied with a vanilla life.
Despite my best attempts not to live in my head, I couldn’t help but feel the deep angst as I took in the scene around me. Six months ago this would have been unimaginable, unthinkable. I would have never considered it a possibility that we would not only be at a swinger party, but that my wife would be the main event, and she would put on a show that would have won awards at whatever the porn convention’s called.
Wade finally came with a fucking roar that would have made a lion proud, and the audience immediately reacted as the two fantasy lovers collapsed into each other. The crowed clapped their approval, people whistled and cheered, and for several minutes the noise was deafening.
Wade smiled and gave the audience a wave before turning to his side and pulling Nichole gently to his muscular form. The inside of her thighs were covered in a white froth from her lubrication and Wade’s cum. She was ragdoll limp in his arms, and it pierced my heart to see the gentleness he showed her as he held her head in his arm.
“That was incredible,” Claire said, pulling my attention away from the stage for the first time in almost a half an hour. She and Marcus had apparently moved with us and were standing only a couple of feet to the side.
“I’ll say,” Marcus agreed.
Rachel took my arm again, “Ky, I’m afraid we might have created monster,” she said with a giggle.
I heard the announcer clear his throat, calling everyone’s attention back to the platform. “Well,” he said, his own voice gravely. “I don’t think we need to even look at the results. I give you our winners.”
The crowd launched into another applause, but I couldn’t join them, I had to sit down before I fell down. The music level returned to just short of deafening as I turned and stumbled my way to a table near the back and dropped into one of the chairs. Rachel never left my side, and I was glad she didn’t. I think she was the only reason I stayed upright until I got to my chair.
“Ky, are you alright?” Rachel said, her voice filled with concern.
I didn’t answer. I just stared sightlessly at the tablecloth. “Fuck me,” was all I could mumble.
“I think he might be broken,” said a familiar voice nearby, but I didn’t bother to try and place the voice with a face.
Someone placed a glass of ice water in my hand, and I drank deeply. The cool water felt blissfully refreshing and helped settle my soul. I don’t know how long I sat there, but it was more than a few minutes.
“Ky,” Rachel called to me again. She’d taken the seat next to me and was trying to get me to look at her. “Are you going to be alright?”
I held up my hand and nodded, “Yeah,” I said, my voice subdued. “Just let me sit here for a minute. I want to feel this.”
Somewhere in the last few minutes, the assault of all my individual feelings congealed into a haze of serene contentment. It felt like I’d sucked the nitrous oxide out of a can of whipped cream with my limbs feeling numb and making me feel a slight floating sensation. I felt high. And for the next few minutes, I didn’t want to be disturbed.
I never would have thought Nichole was capable of doing what she’d just done, I thought for the hundredth time. Part of me felt a sense of pride that she was my wife, but then another part felt jealous that another man had pushed her to the upper limits of sexual adventure. Yet, I knew that I would never be ‘that guy’, it simply wasn’t in me to do something like that. So really, the only way for her to experience what she just had would be for me to find a proxy, someone like Wade that could push her to those limits.
After a time, I felt like I was coming back to myself, and so I sat up in my chair and put my elbows on the table. I nodded to Rachel and saw a look of relief on her features. I probably was being a little weird, but I felt like my soul had just been pressed through one of those hand crank clothes wringers. I looked toward the platform, but it was once again empty, no sign of Nichole or Wade. The dancefloor was packed, and there seemed to be more nudity in general as I looked around.
Just then a tall man stepped up to our table and caught my attention. He looked to be well into his fifties, with graying hair, tanned skin, and a disarming smile. He wasn’t wearing a costume, and for a moment I mistook him for one of the ushers, but the expensive suit he wore made me realize that he wasn’t just the help.
“Mr. Ryan,” the man said kindly, glancing at the chair in front of him. “May I take a moment of your time?”
Our table being behind the main speakers of the dance, so it wasn’t as loud as it could have been, but the man’s voice carried well, and he was easy to understand. He also had a date with him, but she kept herself slightly behind the well-dressed gentleman. I couldn’t help but stare at the man’s date, she was in a couple of words, fucking gorgeous. She was maybe in her mid-twenties, tall, and had dark blond hair. I’m not sure what the woman’s costume was supposed to be, other than extremely revealing. She had flawless skin and enormous, perfect shape breasts that I knew were going to get me into trouble if I stared any longer.
I quickly nodded and jerked my head toward the chair, “You know who I am?” I said in mild surprise.
The man was about to speak when Rachel jumped in, “This is Morgan Schultz,” she said, leaning in close to me.
The man inclined his head to me and took his seat. He then tossed a pair of micky mouse ears onto the table. At my confused look he simply shrugged and gave a wry smile, “They were the extent of my willingness to dress up tonight,” he said, gesturing towards the ears. “Victoria here was adamant that I had to come in costume.”
I took the chance to steel another look at the woman named Victoria. God she was beautiful. Something else suddenly caught my attention though. As the woman took a seat next to Morgan, and came into the light around the table, I could see a tattoo on the side of her neck. Or at least it looked like a tattoo. It could have been one of those fake ones as part of her costume I supposed. The tattoo was about the size of a baseball and looked to be a dark phoenix. The bird itself was black, it’s wings spread as if climbing into the air, and it was wreathed around the edges with an orangish-yellow fire. Whoever had done the artwork had done it well. I don’t think I’d ever seen a tattoo as detailed and perfectly done as this one. Again I realized I’d stared too long.
“I met your wife a little earlier,” I said, taking a moment to scan the room to see I could spot Claire or Marcus. I didn’t want to be rude to my wife’s employer, but I wasn’t in the best state of mind to carry on a conversation.
Morgan gave me a studious look for a moment and then turned to Rachel. “Would you mind keeping Victoria company for a few minutes. I’d like to talk to Ky if that’s alright with you.”
I felt Rachel pat me twice on the shoulder. She then stood, and she and Victoria both left the table, heading it seemed to the dancefloor.
“Ky,” Morgan said once the two women were away from the table. “May we talk about Nichole? After witnessing her on display tonight, I realized she is in the wrong department...”
