Adultery A Swinging Odyssey by Pimanko-Completed

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"It was. She said they wanted to swing with us. She wanted Rajiv to call but he refused. To overcome her shyness and also show a real interest in swinging, he insisted she make the arrangements."

"Any suggestions on how we could ease them into swinging?" Gerald asked.

"A seductive massage," she said. "It's really Wei-ling's idea. She said even a massage by an amateur can feel good if apply the right pressure. We'll just work on them and we'll learn soon enough what works and what doesn't."

"It's a good idea, Aiko, but I suggest something more before we even start a massage."

"Like what" she asked.

And then he told her.

"I haven't done anything like that before," she said.

"That's right," he said, "but that's what I want you to do."

"It's not my usual style," she said.

"I insist you do what I want you to do," he repeated.

"You're the boss," she said as she felt her body tingle and the moisture formed at the opening of her crevice.

* * *

The much-anticipated Saturday finally arrived. The Indian couple brought some Indian dishes with them. Aiko prepared some sushi and sashimi. Gerald grilled meat and vegetables on the barbecue.

By the time he was finished, the late-summer sun was already setting and the temperature outside dropping. Gerald noticed that the Indian couple looked uncomfortable. They were not used to anything but tropical temperatures.

"Let's go inside," Gerald suggested. "Aiko should have the dinner table ready by now. Nights tend to get nippy at this time of year."

Aiko had changed clothes while the other three were outside. She wore her skimpy loose-fitting red frock. She wore no bra. The dress revealed her cleavage to good effect. It barely concealed her nipples. What their guests did not notice, at least not at first, was that she wore no panties. Her arms, feet and legs were bare. Gerald wanted her to take the initiative in seducing this couple. Like her little black dress, the more it hid the more it seemed to show.

To ensure privacy, Gerald closed the curtains. The dinner, wine and deserts followed. While the food and drinks were normal, the dinner service proved to be quite unusual. Aiko's role was to fetch the food from the kitchen so that she could show herself off and then serve it. When she put food on Rajiv's plate, she stooped just enough to allow Rajiv and Binal an unobstructed view of her breasts.

Rajiv stared at the display.

"Don't stare, it's rude," she said to her husband.

"No it's not," Aiko countered. "I want him to stare at them. When he looks, it makes my nipples hard and tingly."

Binal swallowed, looked at her husband. "Okay."

"Touch them Rajiv. I want you hand to touch them," Aiko almost pleaded.

He looked hesitantly at his wife, then fondled Aiko's breasts.

"Fair is fair," Gerald said. "Your turn, Binal."

She unbuttoned her blouse.

"Come to me," Gerald said.

She did. He pulled the blouse wider so that her beautiful golden orbs spilled out. He cupped them. They were warm, full and soft.

"Put your hand on my thigh," they heard Aiko say to Rajiv.

He tentatively placed his hand just above her knee.

"Feek the inside of my thigh," she ordered. "Move your hand up."

He was nervous but complied. As he approached her pussy he hesitated.

"Keep going," she commanded, "until you feel my wetness."

Binal and Gerald watched.

"Tell your wife what you feel," she said.

Rajiv looked at his wife. "She's very wet, my lotus flower, and she has no hair."

"Does the thought my husband touching your body make you wet too?" Aiko asked Binal.

"Yes," she squeaked.

"See if that's true, hon," she told Gerald.

Gerald's put his hand underneath her sari. He felt the moisture in her hairy nest. "She's wet," he confirmed.

Aiko turned to Rajiv and Binal. "Do you want us to stop," she asked.

Rajiv's head swayed like a cobra. "No," he hissed.

Binal swallowed hard. "No," she said nervously. "It's just so new to me."

"To help you relax, we're going to give you a massage," Aiko said. "Please come with us. We've set up two captain's beds in the spare room to serve as massage tables."

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Aiko gave them a couple of loose shorts. "Put these on. When you're ready call us."

While they waited, Gerald also changed into loose shorts. Aiko still wore her skimpy red dress.

A few minutes later, they heard Rajiv. "We're ready."

The host couple walked in. Aiko approached Rajiv while Gerald went to Binal. For a while, the host couple gave their guests a standard massage. So far so good. They were enjoying their massage.

On cue, Aiko and Gerald started worked their way under the shorts' waistband until they reached and then massaged their guests' ass-cheeks. Binal raised her head for a second as if she were surprised. She looked at her husband briefly, put her head back down, evidently deciding that, if her husband could enjoy himself, so could she.

"After a few minutes of massaging their asses, Aiko and Gerald pulled out their hands only to put them at the bottom of the shorts leggings. As they had done earlier, they slid their hands up the inside of their thighs, once more brushing against the prone couple's genitals.

"How do you feel, Rajiv?" Aiko asked. "Are you hard?"

To the first question he answered, "Really good." To the second, he said, "Yes, I am."

"And you?" Gerald asked Binal. "How do you feel?"

"Good," she croaked.

She didn't have to say more. Gerald's nose caught the scent of her seeping female juices, but he wanted her to say more.

"Are you wet?" he asked. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," she hissed.

"Okay now, both of you, please flip over onto your backs," Aiko instructed.

Rajiv had a hard-on. He hesitated because he had never in his entire married life exposed his cock to another woman other than his wife. For the first time since the two couples had met, he turned shy.

"Don't worry about it," Gerald assured him. "I've got one too."

Gerald didn't bother to hide excitement.

"We can stop now if you want," Aiko whispered sexily into his ear.

Rajiv looked at his wife, almost as if he were looking for her guidance. Binal answered by flipping onto her back. Rajiv followed her example.

"Just lie there for now," Aiko instructed.

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Aiko stood at the head of the bed. She reached to massage his chest. It would have been easier to massage it from the side of the bed, but she had something else in mind. She intended to tease Rajiv. She worked her way toward his belly but her petite stature prevented her from reaching any farther.

"Well, this won't do, is it?" she said in mock frustration.

She climbed on the bed, putting her knees on each side of the Rajiv's head. She stretched her arms so that she could massage his belly and stroke his pubic hair. It caused the dress to run up her ass and exposed her bald pussy to his view. Rajiv's cock twitched at the sight.

Aiko's hand was already grasping his rod. "Nice cock," she said. "Do you like what you see?" she asked Rajiv.

"Yes," he croaked.

She took off her dress. "I've got nothing to hide," she declared.

"Is this a better view," she asked."

"Yes," he croaked once again. He was at a loss for words. A beautiful, totally naked Oriental woman was displaying herself to him.

"That's not fair," Aiko teased.

"What's not fair," Rajiv croaked, his eyes still glued to her naked pussy.

"You see mine but I don't see yours."

With that, she grasped the waistband and flipped it over his cock.

"Take them off, Rajiv," she added.

He did. He shoved them down his legs with his feet, then kicked them off.

Ajiko dropped down on top of his body, making sure her female delights aligned with Rajiv's mouth. She grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth, at the same time stretching back her pelvis. Her pussy made contact his mouth.

"I'll eat you; you suck me. Okay?"

Rajiv nodded his assent. He was already hard at work.

Meanwhile, Gerald took a different tact. He played with Binal's mammaries, licking and sucking them. She became move aroused. Watching the spectacle of seeing her husband and Aiko in the 69-position added to her excitement.

As she stared at them, Gerald got off the bed. The time had come for the next step. Without waiting for Binal, he removed his shorts. His stiff cock stuck out like a flagpole on a national holiday. He stood beside Binal, his cock on display.

"May I take off your shorts?" he asked.

He grasped the waistband and started them tugging down. She cooperated by lifting up her generous behind so that he could pull them down her legs.

He kissed her leg. "You've very beautiful, Binal.

He got off the bed and stood in front of her slightly opened. He pushed them farther apart. Her golden box came into full view. At first he just brushed her pubic hairs with his fingers. He moved closer, forcing her legs to spread wider. She made no attempt to resist. He kneeled down, put his hands on her thighs to keep her legs apart and then and gave her dark-haired triangle his full lingual attention. He continued until he heard her moan.

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Aiko sucked Rajiv's cock and gently rubbed his balls until she tasted his pre-cum. His cock twitched. He was on fire.

She didn't want him to cum in her mouth.

"My turn, big boy," she said.

He got up while she took his place. She put a pillow under her ass and spread her legs. Rajiv knew an invitation when he received one. He got on his knees, grabbed her by the hips and put his mouth on her smooth, soft naked cunt. He enjoyed the taste of her. He knew he was closing to popping his cork. He decided to focus on bringing her closer to her release.

Gerald knew what was going on without looking. He could hear Rajiv's joyous slurping. Evidently he liked eating pussy too. Gerald took the 69-position. It gave his skilful mouth good access to her pussy. He wondered what she would do. He found soon enough. She put herself in alignment with his cock. First she played with his balls and then directed his cock into her mouth. Much to his surprise, she took in all of him. They stayed in the 69-position working on each other very slowly, relishing the touch and taste of each other.

Binal started to moan and then came. So focussed was she on her orgasm, that she stopped sucking Gerald's cock. It popped out of her mouth. Gerald didn't mind. He wanted to put an offering in her box.

After Binal's orgasm subsided, Gerald turned around to face her. Binal saw that his raging ram was hungry for attention.

She spread her legs in open invitation. "Please," she pleaded, "I want you."

"Let me get a condom, first," he said.

Gerald put on a condom. He plunged in, driving his cock as deep into her womb as he could, triggering her climax and his own.

She moaned her pleasure. What exactly she was saying only her Marathi-speaking husband could understand. Between Rajiv's cunnilingus and the erotic scene that was playing out on the other bed, it was not long before, Aiko came. But still she wanted more. She wanted a hard cock in her pussy.

"Rajiv, enough of that," she said. "My pussy is still hungry, Rajiv. Give me your meat."

Aiko spread her legs wide open. He knew what that meant. Rajiv quickly rolled on a condom. He lined up his cock to Aiko's hairless hole and shoved it in.

"Oh god that feels good," she cried. "Stick your golden rod into me. Make me cum again!"

"Praise be to Rati and Kama!" he yelled as he pumped furiously into Aiko's convulsing body.

Aiko had no idea who he was appealing to. She enjoyed herself too much to care. All she wanted was this man's hardness plundering her body.

Sexual satisfaction made the two couples almost lethargic. They just lay there panting, trying to catch their breadths.

"Would you like to meet the friends we told you about? Aiko asked.

* * *

Three weeks later, Binal and Rajiv were invited to Bill and Wei-ling's place. Their tests proved they were clean. After dinner Gerald pulled out a coin. "Heads means you go with Bill and tails means you with Norman. Agreed Binal?"

She nodded her agreement.

Gerald flipped the coin. Norman won Binal. Rajiv paired with Wei-ling.

Norman patted the empty space of the sofa he was sitting on. "Come, sit here, my dark beauty."

A long night was ahead for the groups of now four couples. By the time it was through, everyone would know everyone else very, very intimately.

Coming next in Chapter 9 Party Time in Buffalo: A cold New Year's Eve makes for a hot party.

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A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 10

"I have a talk with you," Aiko said one Saturday morning.

Gerald raised an eyebrow. "You talk to me all the time," he said.

"Be serious," she said as she rolled her eyes in mild exasperation. She knew he liked playing games with words. "You know what I mean."

"You mean you want to discuss something out of the ordinary. It also means you're worried about my reaction."

"You think like a woman, Gerald."

"No," he replied, "I just know how you think."

"Whatever."

"Let's have dinner," he suggested, "Afterwards, we'll relax a little to give ourselves a chance to digest our meals. Then we'll have out talk. Okay?"

Later in the evening, after watching a show they both enjoyed, Gerald patted the place next to him on the sofa. It was an obvious invitation to his Asian wife to cuddle.

"Okay, what's on your mind," he asked.

She sat beside him, snuggling against him. She enjoyed the protective feel of his arms around her.

"I think I'm turning into a slut," she stated.

"How so? Have you been fooling around on me? Have you been with some guy I don't know about? Are you jumping on every stiff cock you can find?"

"No, hon, I haven't. You know I won't do that. It's against our rules."

"Then why do you think you're turning into a slut?" he asked.

"If I tell, you won't get mad at me, right?"

"Getting angry for telling the truth is against our rules," he replied.

"We've had a lot of swinging experience now. Don't you agree?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered. Gerald wasn't yet sure if she was changing the subject or preparing him for what she wanted to say next.

"We've enjoyed our experiences so far but it's fair to say some were more enjoyable than others."

"That's only logical," he agreed.

"What do you enjoy the most?" she asked.

"Besides you of course, different pussy," he answered.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"I'm an old-fashioned type of guy," he replied. "I don't like using a condom. I love the idea of filling my lover's unprotected womb with my cum," he confessed. "It turns me on knowing another man is attempting to do the same to you, my wife and the mother of my children."

Aiko hesitated, then decided to plunge ahead. "I'm glad you said that because I feel the same way. I love the feel of a man's cock inside me," she admitted. "I love the feel of his cock spraying his cum into my womb. I get wet just thinking about it," she blushed.

"We both like having sex with other people," Gerald agreed. "That's not knew. W've been very honest and open about it to each other. "But I sense there's something else going on here," Gerald concluded

Aiko swallowed hard. "I want to experience what it's like to be a sexual submissive," she said quietly. "For one day, I want to be a slut wife, a sex slave."

"Ah," Gerald said stringing out the sound.

'That is not really a surprise,' Gerald thought. Hints of her submissive streak had been there all along.'

"Let me think about it, okay?" he said out loud.

"Okay."

* * *

Several weeks passed. Aiko's birthday approached. Gerald and Aiko agreed to organize a party attended by both family and friends. They asked that no gifts be given. Instead, they asked everyone to bring either food or drink. They wanted the party to focus on family and friends.

After every one had left, Gerald told his wife he had a custom-made gift just for her. Although she insisted on seeing it, he refused, saying that she would have to wait a week because it wasn't quite ready yet.

Naturally, Gerald's mysterious gift triggered Aiko's female curiosity. All week long she nagged Gerald, urging him to tell her what it was. Gerald was adamant in his refusal to tell her, insisting she be patient.

For Aiko, the week seemed to take forever but Saturday finally arrived. Gerald informed her that they were going to have a lunch. She would receive her surprise gift later.

When they finished Gerald drove out into the countryside.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"I'm not saying," he replied. "As matter of fact I don't even want you to see where we're going." He tossed a blindfold toward her. "Put it on. Make sure not even a sliver of light gets through."

"What's going on," she asked.

"Don't ask," he replied, "otherwise there'll be no surprise. And I won't give you your gift unless I can surprise you."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, have it you way." She put it on.

Gerald continued to drive what seemed to her an unusually long time. She could tell he was making various turns but otherwise had no idea where they were going.

Finally the car stopped. Gerald got out of car, walked over to the passenger's side, opened the door and helped his wife out of the car.

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"Where are we?" she asked.

"Don't ask," he replied sternly. "And from now don't speak unless you are spoken to."

The walk was not long. Aiko heard Gerald knock on the door. It opened.

She heard Gerald say, "Well, we're here."

"Come in," said a voice she didn't recognize.

"Do you want something to drink?" the voice asked Aiko.

"Just some water, please," she answered.

"Go get a bottle of water, please, while I take our guests to the rec room," the voice said

Aiko heard someone walk away. Apparently, Gerald had taken her to a house of people she didn't know.

Gerald, holding Aiko's hand, followed the voice to the rec room.

"Let her sit here for a minute," the voice told Gerald.

Gerald guided Aiko to her seat. "Don't remove your blindfold," he reminded his wife

'What the hell is going on?' she wondered.

She heard the footsteps return. A bottle of water was put in her hand. She drank from it. Then she heard more footsteps.

Gerald brought her out of her reverie. "Some gentlemen here are going to strip you," he announced. He used a commanding tone in his voice.

She hesitated. 'What the hell!' she thought.

"Today is the day I'm turning you into a sex slave!" he proclaimed.

And then it dawned on her. Gerald was granting her wish. She felt her body react with excitement.

"Remove your footwear," Gerald told her.

She did. She was in bare feet. Her legs were bare; she rarely wore nylons.

Then Gerald spoke again. "Number 1, you may remove her blouse. Hand it to me."

"With pleasure," he said. It was the voice that had greeted them at the door.

Aiko felt the tug of Number 1's fingers as he undid the blouse. He walked around her. From behind, he helped her pull her arms out of from the sleeves. He stood very close to her; she heard his breathing. Wet lips planted themselves on the nape of her neck. A tongue darted out as if to taste her. They worked their way toward her ear. His nose brushed her ear. He took in her scent. Then he nibbled just underneath the lower lobe of her ear.

Aiko shivered.

"Mmm," Number 1 said, "you smell and taste good Aiko. "You've never met me" he said, "but you'll get to know me very well, very soon."

Number 1 stopped for a moment only to plant his lips just below her chin. He nibbled there as well. His lips explored every part of her neck. Sometimes his hand stroked her upper chest but avoided her bra-covered breasts.

Aiko wondered if she would end up with a rash of hickeys.

"That's enough for now Number 1," Gerald said after a few minutes. "Aiko," he said turning to his wife, "you'll service Number 1 first. But not yet."

Her own husband was ordering to submit to a stranger. She wondered what he would do with her, how he would use her to satisfy his lusts. 'If there is a Number one,' she surmised, 'there must also be a Number 2. Would there be more?' she asked herself.

Aiko suddenly had a bad case of the butterflies in her stomach.

"It's your turn Number 2," Gerald announced. "You may remove her skirt."

Number 2 undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

"Step out of skirt, Aiko," Gerald ordered.

She did. Gerald picked up her dress.

"You may play with her thighs," Gerald said.

Number 2 said nothing but his hands caress her thighs firmly but sensually. Sometimes both hands flowed up and down one thigh and then up and down the other. Sometimes, there was one hand on each thigh, caressing both thighs at the same time. Every so often she felt lips kiss her thigh. Each kiss seemed to bring the man's lips ever closer to her pussy. Then he kissed her thigh along the panty line. She felt the pressure of his nose against her vulva. She heard his nose breathe in her aroma. More kisses on her thighs followed.

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Once in a while, a hand tantalizingly approached her moistening pussy. A finger lightly and teasingly brushed across her labia. She wished she wasn't wearing panties.

If he was trying to turn her on, Aiko thought, he was succeeding magnificently. A metaphor came to mind; she was hotter than a firecracker.

"That's enough for now Number 2," Gerald said.

Number 2 stopped. He never said a word.

Aiko heard him walk away. A chair moved as he sat down. She wondered what was next.

"Number 3, please remove my wife's bra," Gerald announced. "You may play with her breasts."

Aiko heard footsteps approach. Someone stood behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell away but not to the floor. Number 3 caught the bra and handed it over to Gerald.

Aiko felt large warm hands envelope her breasts and massage them. She heard his breathing because his mouth was close to her ear. He pressed his erection against her sensual bottom. The pleasurable feeling generated by his skilful handling of her bosom caused her to lean back against him as if she was trying thrust out her mammaries to make them even more easily accessible to his erotic attention.

"I'd love to manhandle for hours," Number 3 whispered in her ear. "My mouth is watering just at the thought of mounting you and filling you with my cum."

Aiko didn't recognize his voice either. She became nervous. Apparently, Gerald had arranged for a group of strangers to turn her into a slut wife.

A few minutes passed. "That's enough for now," Gerald interrupted. "Your turn to take her will come," Gerald interjected. "It's Number 4's turn. Take off her panties," he instructed Number 4.

Fingers insinuated themselves underneath the panty-strap. They pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them. Aiko was now totally naked.

Gerald picked up her panties and out them, along with her other clothes, on a nearby end table.

"Number 4 you may massage my lovely's wife's beautiful ass."

"Number 4 did exactly what he was bidden to do. He kneaded her ass-cheeks. He let his fingers caress the valley between them, lightly touching her anus and perineum. Aiko trembled at his touch. Without thinking, she spread her legs slightly to give him easier access. More tremors echoed through her body.

"You may look and taste," Gerald said to Number 4.

Number 4 gazed at her bald pussy. He forced her legs to open wider. Then he put his mouth so close to her that Aiko could feel the heat of his breath against her pussy.

"Do you enjoy her aroma?" Gerald asked Number 4.

He said nothing. Aiko could not see that he had nodded a yes. She knew his mouth and nose were very close. She wanted to feel his tongue lick across her lower lips and clitoris.

"That's enough," Gerald. "It's hard to resist that pussy, isn't it?" Gerald said.

Number 4 remained silent. He nodded but of course Aiko didn't see.

"Let's find out how ready she is," Gerald said. "Number 4, please put your finger in her box and tell us if she's ready."

Aiko felt a finger, then a second, enter her. She gasped at the erotic intrusion.

"Is she hot and wet?" Gerald asked.

Aiko heard no answer. Number 4 must have nodded in affirmation.

'Stupid question,' Aiko thought knowing her husband was drawing out her seduction to point where she would be so excited she would submit to almost anything.

Gerald kneeled. "She's getting there," he observed, "but some more work is needed."

Aiko felt his hot breath caress her exposed pussy. He stuck his finger into her pussy hole.

'You despicable pussy teaser,' she thought, then smiled.

"Aiko," Gerald said, "you'll do whatever these men tell you to do. Put both hands on the back of your neck. Stand still until you're told otherwise. Understood?"

"Yes," she replied.

She felt a wave of hands start exploring every nook and cranny of her body. There were so many hands she couldn't tell how many there were. Sometimes a cock brushed against her body. She captured two of them with her hands. Every so often, a cock in her hand was replaced by another.

She felt the heat in her body rise. Her nipples were now fully erect. Her pussy flowed. Her body ached with pleasure at the sensation of many hands exploring and probing her body. Hands massaged her breasts. Fingers tugged at her nipples. Hands stroked her thighs and other hands stroked her belly. Hands lingered over her vulva. Fingers parted her labia, others her vaginal opening. Hands explored her perineum and a finger even penetrated her ass.

Aiko felt herself tremble with excitement. Her breathing became heavier, more laboured. She wanted one of them to mount her. Her womb ached to be filled by a hard cock, to feel the squirting of a lover's juices inside her body. She wanted to cum, to lose control, to be taken again and again.

She barely had the presence of mind to remember that she didn't know these guys. 'Oh my god,' she panicked. 'They'd better use safes!'

Fearful, she started to ask Gerald about it but he cut her off. "Slaves have no right to ask questions," he said sternly. "You belong to me. You'll do what you're told. Understood?"

"Yes," she croaked.

By this point, Aiko was almost too far-gone in lust to care what anybody did. She decided to submit completely, come what may. Her heart fluttered along with the butterflies in her stomach. Her own husband was turning her into a sex toy to be used by a group of strangers!

"Number 1," he called. "You take over. You and the others can use her any way you like. You're not done until she's too exhausted to get up. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

Aiko heard his footsteps. A door closed. She was alone. No not alone. She was at the mercy of at least four men.

'A couple of ours?' she thought but she was given no further chance to dwell on her situation.

Once more multiple hands fondled her body. Several mouths joined them.

"Let's take her over to the mattress," Number 1 suggested.

The hands lifted her easily. She felt the sag of the mattress as they laid her down. A mouth latched onto one nipple joined by a hand that then directed her tit into the mouth. The other hand caressed her belly. Another mouth latched onto the other nipple. One hand caressed her shoulder while the other travelled down her belly. The two mouths suckled on her breasts. Her nipples seemed to become even hard; she loved the feel of the nursing mouths.

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She felt two hands hold her head. A male mouth pressed lips and against hers. A tongue shot out into her mouth, French-kissing her.

Almost simultaneously, two hands parted her thighs. Someone placed a pillow underneath her ass to expose her bald pussy for all to see. She sensed that someone putting himself in place between her legs. She felt his hot breath approach her wet slit. A tongue licked and then sucked, latching onto her pussy almost as if to nurse from it. The tongue explored all her female parts. It even thrust itself into her love hole.

Aiko gave herself completely to her lust. Definitely, there were four men. Two men nursed at her tits. The other two French-kissed her, one on her mouth, the other on her pussy lips.

Aiko responded to their erotic attention. Aiko's nipples were rock-hard; they were exploding with sensitivity. She returned the responded to the man French-kissing her mouth in equal measure. She shoved her pussy into the mouth of the fourth lover.

Her body trembled with a surfeit of sensation. Her love canal flowed and flooded. Her vaginal muscles began to spasm as if to clasp onto a cock and force it to spill its life-giving juices into her. She was approaching her climax.

She spread her legs wide apart. "Please take me," she cried. "I don't give a damn which one is first!"

She barely registered the fact that the man who had used his mouth on her pussy had now mounted her. Thrusting vigorously, he did not last long. It didn't matter. Aiko just wanted to feel him cum inside her. She felt the spasms of his cock as he emptied himself into her. It was too much. Her body melded into his as she flew into her own orgasmic orbit.

"She's cumming hard, really hard," one of the men said. The voice belonged to Number 3.

"We're not done with her," Number 1 said. "She's our fuck-toy for tonight. You heard what Gerald said. We can fuck her until she is too exhausted to get up."

"She is so gorgeous," said Number 3. "I'm so glad we got this chance to have our way with her."

'Finally?' Aiko vaguely thought as the men stopped to change positions.

Number 1 addressed Aiko. "We had a lottery of sorts," he informed her, "to decide who gets to do what to you first. I won. But it's going to take more than one guy to turn you into a slut wife. I need to recuperate. I'll be back," he promised. "It's Number 2's turn now."

Aiko felt a pair of hands turn her around. She was to get on her hands and knees. The hands caressed around her ass-cheeks, the back of her thighs, across and around her pussy. Number 1's cum was dripping out of her.

Number 2 pressed against her ass. Aiko felt his stiff cock poking at her pussy. The man's hand slipped between her legs to clasp his cock. He directed to into her slit. It slid in easily. Number 2's grasped her waist to keep her in place. He started to pump into her.

Aiko moaned with excitement. Another man was taking full control of her body. She rejoiced at the pleasure she received from his hard-pumping cock. He pleased her and she wanted to please him in return.

"Fuck me harder," she mewled after a few minutes. Then she clamped down on his cock with her pussy muscles. "Fill my womb with you seed," she begged. Turn me into a wanton slut."

The last sentence was too much for Number 2. As Aiko reached her second climax, her unknown lover orgasmed into her. She felt the flow of his viscous fluid inside her vagina, mixing with the juices of her first lover.

After a brief pause, Aiko collapsed on her belly. "Oh, oh god," she grunted. "I feel so good."

While Aiko was still in her sexual haze, she barely noticed that Number 3 had replaced Number 2. He turned her over onto her back again. He spread her legs and mounted her immediately.

"Please let me have a break," she said.

"If you can talk, you're not exhausted," Number 3 said. "Gerald told us to Take our pleasure with you until you're too exhausted to get up."

Aiko found herself relishing the idea of having a third man taking her. Number 3 mounted her, slowly pushing and withdrawing his rock-hard cock. Then, much to her surprise he pulled out completely.

"Wha-what's happening," she gasped.

"Relax," Number 3 said, "Lift your bum up so I can put this bolster underneath. He then added pillows to support her back. "Comfortable?" he asked."

After she nodded her agreement, Number 3's hands adjusted her position. He mounted her again. With each instroke he appeared to be trying to shove his cock as far back into her vagina as possible. After about a minute or two, he pulled out again.

"Relax," Number 3 said again. I know you've done this at least once before."

'Done what?' Aiko asked herself. Her question was quickly answered.

Number 3, his cock covered in sexual juices from Aiko's womb, put the tip of his cock against her sphincter and pushed in slowly but steadily.

Aiko uttered an 'ah' but made no attempt to resist Number 3's invasion of rear canal. She remembered Bill's sodomy of her as a pleasant but odd experience. It had never been repeated.

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'Did Gerald tell him about Bill?' she asked herself. She shrugged mentally. 'My pussy could use a break,' she thought. She let herself relax.

Number 3 was gentle. He worked his way into her asshole very slowly to allow her to get used to the sensation of having an object moving in her rectum. When he looked at her, he could tell she liked what he was doing. He continued for several more minutes.

"I'm ready to erupt," he informed Aiko.

"Don't wait for me," she grunted. "I'm your sex toy. Use me. Put your cum in my ass.

Number 3 blasted the contents of his balls into her rectum. Aiko made no move as Number 3 pulled out.

"Number 4," he called as he headed to the bathroom to clean himself, "it's your turn."

Aiko was still lying on her back in blissful lassitude when she heard Number 4 arrive. He brought a towel, which he used to wipe the excess sexual juices from her pussy and asshole. He picked her up and held her against his body. Aiko flopped on him like a ragdoll. He put an arm around her ass and started to lower her. His other arm held onto his erect cock. He lowered her until the tip of his cock entered the mouth of her pussy. He let go of his cock to grasp Aiko around her waist. Now holding her with both arms, Number 4 dropped her down onto his hard hot staff until it was completely buried inside her pussy.

Aiko wrapped her arms around Number 4's neck, but otherwise hung passively against him.

Number 4 took her back to the mattress. He got down on his knees, keeping his hot rod inside her, then put her down on her back. For several minutes Number 4 slid his muscular tube slowly and steadily in and out of her love canal.

After a while, Aiko felt the orgasm-induced torpor brought about by her earlier lovers replaced once more by sexual need. In her growing ardour, she pushed her hips against his thrusts.

Number 4 was glad to feel her respond. Her warm pussy wrapped around his cock, her soft thighs around his waist, her luscious breasts pressed against his chest, her mewling into his ear as her desire started to rise, made it difficult for him to keep his own passion under control.

His lingering caresses and kissed. His strong, tight, yet gentle hold on her body against his evoked sensations in Aiko that would bring her yet another climax.

"More," she grunted. "Harder."

Number 4 obliged her. He thrust into her faster, harder and, it seemed deeper. He pushed into her as deep as possible. He wanted to drench her womb with a shower of his viscous juices.

"Oh yes, make me cum. I'm almost there," Aiko moaned, knowing he was reaching for the farthest recesses of vagina. Then suddenly she cried out. "Now! Pour everything you've got into me."

Number 4 released everything he had had into her.

Aiko's mewl was almost a scream. "Oh my god," she bellowed.

Both burst into orgasm and then collapsed in exhaustion.

After that, Aiko could only remember that Number 1 kept his promise. He took her one more time. Exhausted, Aiko's evening ended when she fell into a deep sleep. She had no idea if any one else took advantage of her while she slept. Neither did she care.

* * *

Aiko woke up late on the morning to find herself alone. She heard activity outside the bedroom door. She decided to take a shower first. After putting on a bathrobe, she opened the bedroom door to see who was there.

"Surprise!" a number of male and female voices said. In addition to her smiling husband, there had to be at least seven couples. She recognized five them, the three couples from her own group and the two black couples from the Buffalo group. Two white couples were strangers to her.

"Welcome back to the land of the awake," Gerald said. "Let me introduce our friends. This is Malcolm, a.k.a. Number 1, and his wife Sarah. Dion was Number 2 by the way. Chris was Number 3. The lovely lady standing beside him is his wife Helen. Luther was Number 4. I know you've got a lot of questions, hon," he continued. "I'll fill you in later. Right now, we want to celebrate the occasion of your birthday even if it was a week ago."

So another party began but this time there was no sex. As Aiko was to find out later that day, she and her four paramours were not the only ones who were busy that night.

Gerald came up to his wife and took in his arms, embracing and kissing her tenderly.

"I hope you liked my birthday present," he said.

"I loved it. Thank you, hon," she said putting her arms around her husband's way. "But I think a break now would be nice too."

"Anything you say, my love," Gerald said.

"And what were doing while I was having my fun?" Aiko asked her husband.

"I'll tell you later sweetheart. But believe me I need a break too."

"Brunch is ready," a woman called. Aiko recognized it has Wei-ling's voice. "It's only enough to tide us over until the barbecue is ready," she announced.

After they ate, the seven couples enjoyed the sun and caught up on each others' news.

"There's some beer and wine in the fridge, Gerald announced later in the afternoon. "Bill, you and Malcolm promised to grill the steaks so you'd better get it. Norman and Rajiv will go buy some more beer and wine so we don't run out. Their wives will go with them to buy some more food and snacks. You, Aiko, are queen for a day. You relax. The rest of us will do the preparations and the cleanup.

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When they returned home that evening, Aiko and Gerald took showers and put on their nightclothes. They were still tired from the previous night's exertions. Once they settled into bed, Gerald began to relate what else happened.

"I told Bill about what you wanted to be a slut wife for one day. I also told him the idea of strangers taking you sexually turned you on. So we talked about it for a while."

"Tell me what happened in as much detail as you can remember," Aiko said.

"Okay," he said. "It went down in the following way.

* * *

"Bill, I'm not comfortable with the idea of arranging something involving total strangers. Although I want to please her, her health and safety are my primary considerations. I will make no concessions on that score."

"Umm, let me think about that," Bill said.

For several minutes Bill mulled the problem in his mind. Suddenly his face lit up.

"I got it! he exclaimed. "It would be really hard to arrange but it's not impossible.

"What?" Gerald asked curiously.

"Why don't we invite our Buffalo friends? It will be an excuse to invite to our fair city. Bill turned to Gerald. "When is Aiko's birthday?" he asked.

Gerald told him.

"That's about three months away," Bill said. "What I've got in mind should be doable. Let me call Malcolm and see what he thinks of my idea. He might even have some ideas of his own."

Bill phoned Malcolm. He was home. Bill talked to Malcolm for almost 15 minutes.

"He thinks it is a great idea and that his group would go for," Bill informed Gerald. "He reminded me you two did not meet him and his wife or Helen and Chris because they had other obligations at the time. That means they are, in a sense, strangers to you and Aiko."

"That's true," Gerald agreed. "And not only that, because they have the pretty well same rules as, we can be confident that they are clean. But what about the others?" Gerald asked.

"A little deception will go a long way to realizing Aiko's fantasy," Bill said. We can blindfold her so she can't see anybody. After all, she had sex with Dion, Luther and Jack only on that one night on New year's Eve. On the other hand, we've shared our spouses quite a few times now. She would probably recognize us even with a blindfold on. But that wouldn't be the case for the Buffalo boys."

"I like that idea," Gerald said. "Two semi-strangers, and two she's met only once. That sounds good. We just have to make sure that Dion and Luther keep quiet so she can't identify them through their voices."

Two weeks later, Bill updated Gerald about their plans. "Malcolm loves the idea," Bill said. "He and Chris were disappointed they couldn't attend when you guys were in Buffalo. Everyone will make the trek here for Aiko's surprise party except Jack and Isis. They've got commitments they can't get out of."

"Great," I'll be able to grant Aiko her wish and still keep it among friends, Gerald said pleased with how things were working out.

"Malcolm is going to make arrangements at their end," Bill continued. "And Wei-ling and I will handled the arrangements at this end. If you tried to do it, Aiko would eventually notice that something was going on."

"Agreed," Gerald said.

And so Aiko's surprise was set up and accomplished.

* * *

Aiko listened intently. "That was very clever of you two," she finally said. "Half my lovers really were strangers, in a sense, but still known, if indirectly, to us, and the other half succeeded in giving me the impression they were strangers too by keeping their mouths shut. At the same time, there was no risk of disease because both groups have the same rules about safe sex. "But what did the rest of you do while those four guys were working me over?" she asked.

"It was a bit difficult," Gerald admitted. "Let's face it. Four guys can't possibly have sufficient stamina to please seven women while you had four guys all to yourself.

"But what about the other women? Weren't they a little pissed at having some men taken away from them?"

"Not at all, hon, they knew what was going to happened and agreed to it. They really like you, you know, and wanted you to have a big bang to celebrate your birthday."

"So how did you manage?" Aiko asked.

"The four of us made liberal use of our mouths," Gerald continued. "The other guys eventually helped us out a bit too. Malcolm told me he went back to you for seconds but he could tell you were nearing exhausted. He took you again after which you fell asleep. Dion, Luther and Chris didn't get a second chance. They helped me satisfy the other women."

Aiko was silent.

Gerald turned to his wife. "You were pleasured and pleased, right?"

Aiko blushed. "Yes, I was. I enjoyed my first real gangbang but..."

"But what?"

Aiko turned red. "You're illusion worked very well. I actually thought total strangers were fucking me. I enjoyed the thought of being your slut wife, and doing whatever you wanted me to do. It thrilled me to completely let myself go, to submit to men's lusts. I felt like a wild sexual animal. I loved it. I even imagined them trying to make me pregnant."

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"Meaning?" Gerald asked.

Aiko looked at him, a look of confusion on her face.

"About total strangers taking you," Gerald prompted.

"What?" Aiko still seemed confused by the turn in their talk.

"What we were talking about," he prompted again, "About the illusion of making it with total strangers."

"Meaning," Aiko grasped for the right words and phrases but found none, "I wanted to experience what it's like to be taken by total strangers, people we don't know at all, directly or even indirectly," she said completing her thought.

"I never thought you had such a wild streak in you," Gerald remarked quietly.

"I want to know what it feels like to be a sex toy, Aiko confessed, "but only for a little while. But don't worry about it," she added. "What you set up for me was good enough to give me a taste of what it's like."

It took a few moments for the import of Aiko's words struck Gerald. She had made a confession! She was disappointed that her lovers were not total strangers! The thought of submitting her self to unknown men thrilled her!

This time, Gerald was silent. His wife was being honest. He couldn't be angry with her. Quite to the contrary, the thought of making her someone else's sex toy excited him. His cock stood erect.

While pursuing her own train of thought, Aiko realizing her use of phrases like 'good enough' and 'a taste of what it's like' may have come across to her husband as disappointment.

"Oh," Aiko said, "I didn't mean..." she started to say.

Gerald interrupted her by pull her into his arms. As he kissed her passionately, His hands travelled down between her legs. He dipped two fingers into her vaginal opening. She was soaking wet. He couldn't have had a better confirmation that experiencing sex with total strangers really excited her.

Aiko kissed her husband. "Hon, you're second to none in pleasing me. And I really do love you all the more for what you did for me for my birthday."

She put her hand on his cock as a gesture of conciliation. What she found was an iron-hard tool. Apparently, he was just excited by what she said as she was in saying it.

Aiko wasted no time in taking advantage of his newfound ardour. She grabbed his stiff cock and put it inside her. Taking the initiative, she rode up and down his cock. As her warm wetness surrounded his erection, Gerald began pumping into her rhythmically, slowly at first, but as the minutes passed, with increasing vigour.

"Oh yeah," she sighed.

Gerald moaned as they both reached their blissful peaks.

Afterwards the couple cuddled for a few minutes more before falling asleep.

In Chapter 11 The Masked Ball: Gerald shows off his tango; Aiko shows off herself.

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interesting escapades....

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interesting escapades....

i've read all in one go... today only

keep it up

I am glad you like the story 

" All cradit gose to original writer "

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A Swinging Odyssey Ch. 11

Spring arrived. It had been a while since all four couples were able to meet together at the same time. Everyone agreed to have Bill and Wei-ling hold the party in their home because it was the only that could accommodate all four couples comfortably. On such occasions, the four couples made an entire day out of it, giving them plenty of time for talk, food and sex.

As they pulled into the driveway, Aiko and Gerald recalled when they first met Bill. He once ran his own successful construction company. He sold his company in favour of early retirement. His Chinese wife, Wei-ling, was of Chinese origin. Bill's was long-time friend of big Hairy Norman, and his little perky Emma. Aiko and Gerald met them on a cruise. By the time the vacation was over, they had what turned out to be a wild experience for a couple who most people saw as fairly proper straight-laced. (See Chapters 4, 6 and 7 - Pimanko) In fact, Aiko and Gerald enjoyed their swinging experience so much that they agreed to continue swinging with the two couples after the cruise.

Aiko and Gerald also recalled the events that led to their initiation of Binal and Rajiv, a couple who originally came from India, into the swinging lifestyle. (See Chapter 8 - Pimanko) They recruited them into their swinging group as the fourth couple.

They knocked on the door. Bill and Wei-ling greeted their opposite number with an intimate hug and lingering kiss. The men shook hands; the women offered each other a peck on the cheek.

On this particular day, the talk among the four couples took on an unusual direction when Bill mentioned he knew of some swingers' parties with special themes. He captured his audience's attention.

"How do they find out about them?" Gerald had asked wondering how Nill knew so, much.

"Well, some of it," Bill explained, "you find on the Internet but most of the really unusual stuff is transmitted by word of mouth. For example, a few weeks ago, Wei-ling and I attended an on-premises club. We used condoms," he added parenthetically. "As we were leaving, our hosts invited us to attend a special event scheduled toward the end of next month. They asked us to tell other couples we thought who might be interested. The cut-off date for accepting the invitation is two weeks before the party scheduled date."

"So what so special about this party?" Gerald asked.

"It's supposed to be a masked ball," Bill replied. "Couples who attend this party are assigned the name of a famous lover. It's arranged in such a way as to prevent your spouse from being the matching lover. For example, if I'm 'Napoleon', Wei-ling won't be given the name 'Josephine'. She might be 'Cleopatra.' In that case, her lover would be whoever is 'Anthony'."

"In other words, sex with a total stranger," Gerald summarized.

"Not necessarily a total stranger, although that's the general idea, but definitely anonymous."

"What you mean?" Gerald prodded.

"If we all went separately," Bill explained, "we could end up with someone from our own swinging group by sheer luck of the draw. We're not strangers to each other," he laughed. "Far from it."

"So how is it anonymous?" Gerald asked.

"I'll explain in a minute," Bill replied. "Let me give you some context first."

"Okay," Gerald agreed.

"There are several rules for this particular party," Bill continued. "Firstly, it's couples only. All couples must be married or in a long-term common-law relationship. Secondly, anonymity is essential. No one can have as their lover the person whose face they saw before they put on their masks. If two or more couples arrived at the same time, whether they know each other or not, none will be given the famous lover's matching partner."

Bill took a sip his drink.

"There's one more stipulation you have to know about. Everyone has to be tested to ensure they have no transmittable disease. The tests will be done privately by medical personnel who are swingers."

"Why?" Aiko interrupted.

"No rubbers," Bill said. "If the idea of having unprotected sex with total strangers is too wild for you, don't go."

Bill, who had helped Gerald set up Aiko's birthday party, was well aware of Aiko's interest in sex with strangers. (See Chapter 9 - Pimanko)

Gerald watched his wife intently to see how she was reacting. Aiko seemed lost in thought.

"What are you thinking, hon?" Gerald asked.

"What if you don't like the look of the person who has the matching name?"

Aiko's question showed her concern, but it also told Gerald she was interested.

"Good question," Bill replied. "The person with the matching name is your first lover of the night. If you go to this party, you're agreeing in advance to have unprotected sex with this person. The whole point of this party is sex with a stranger no matter what they look like. After that, what you do, and with whom, is your business. In other words, if you can't accept this condition, don't go."

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"Oh," said Aiko with a lengthened vowel.

Aiko and Gerald glanced at each other, wondering what the other was thinking.

"You can change your mind any time up to the point when you arrive at the party," Bill continued. "I've never heard of anyone changing your mind after they arrived because this kind of party appeals to a particular type of swinger. They go into these parties with open eyes, open minds and, in the case of the women, open legs."

"Don't be crass," Wei-ling chided her husband. She turned to the others. "And if her could go, he'll be open mouthed."

They laughed.

"Please, Bill, don't be like Gerald," Aiko pleaded light-heartedly, "I get enough of that sort of joking at home from Gerald."

Gerald ignored Aiko's comment. "How is this event being paid for?" he asked.

"You have to pay a fee upfront before the deadline," Bill replied. "They're very strict about it. If you miss the deadline, you miss your chance to attend the party. Also, the entry fee is non-refundable. The organizers need to know how many couples are expected to attend, and how much money they have before they can finalize their plans."

"That makes sense," Gerald said. "How do they know when to start the party? Do they wait for everyone to show up?" asked Gerald.

"Everyone who intends to show up must do so no later than 9 o'clock. If you're late, you're out of luck, no admission no refund. As soon as the deadline passes, they will then know exactly how many couples actually arrived. After that, they distribute the names of the famous lovers."

"Are you guys going?" Aiko asked.

"Damn right, we are," said Emma eagerly.

"We like to but we can't," Wei-ling said. "Bill's nephew is getting married on that day."

"We're not going either," added Rajiv. "It sounds too wild for us."

"Obviously, Aiko and I have to talk about it," Gerald said.

* * *

Two weeks later, Aiko and Gerald were sitting on the sofa. They had just finished watching one of their favourite TV shows. There was nothing else worth watching, so they turned on some music and cuddled.

"Have you thought about the masked ball?" Gerald asked.

"Yeah, I have," Aiko said. She seemed shy or embarrassed about something.

"Well?" he persisted.

"Do you want to go?" she countered.

Gerald decided not to let her off the hook. "I asked you first, hon." He put a finger on her chin, and gently tilted her face toward his. "Tell me."

"I think I want to go," she mumbled almost inaudibly.

"I hardly heard you, dear. What did you say?"

"I said I think I want to go," she said more clearly.

"Oh really?"

She blushed again.

Realizing he was making her feel very uncomfortable, Gerald changed tact. "So do I," he assured her. "As matter of fact, I look forward to it."

Aiko felt instant relief flow through her body. "So you're not angry at me for contemplating sex with some random stranger."

"Why would I be?" he replied. "Our two cruise adventures, and our first encounter with Binal and Rajiv involved sex with people who were strangers."

"Yeah, but we got to know them a little bit first," she pointed out. "By the time we had sex with them, they weren't total strangers any more. Except for Norman and Emma, everyone will be strangers, at least as far as we know."

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"Then talk to your paramour first, get to know him, before he gets to know you," Gerald said grinning from ear to ear.

"Smart ass," she said.

"Well, since we've started swinging, our sex life has become even more interesting. I'm all for that. Aren't you?" he asked.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm turning into a slut," she answered.

"You've already confessed you like to feel like a slut once in a while," he said smiling. "You said so yourself after your surprise birthday party."

"I did and I do," she conceded.

"I take that to mean we're going. Right?"

"Yes."

"So, to be clear, we agree to attend the masked ball where we'll have unprotected sex with whoever has the famous lover's name that corresponds to the one we arbitrarily assigned, a lover who, in all likelihood, will be a total stranger. Correct?"

"Yes," she answered.

"But what if he's ugly or really old?" Gerald asked.

"I figure anyone going to this party would probably be in good shape," she replied.

"That's an assumption, Aiko," Gerald pointed out. "No mention was ever made about age, race, or any other physical characteristic. Are you ready to accept your lover no matter what he looks like? He could be a 90-year old fogey, or a dwarf, or a succubus with mucus-covered tentacles."

Aiko laughed knowing her husband was exaggerating but he was making a valid point.

While Aiko was thinking about what gerald just said, hed asked another question. "Do we go with Emma and Norman or do we go by ourselves?"

"By which you mean," she answered, "based on the masked ball's rules, do we exclude them as sex partners by arriving with them?"

"That's right," he confirmed. "After all, they aren't strangers. We can have sex with them at any time. We don't need to go to a masked ball for that. What's the point of going to a party to have sex with a stranger only to end up with someone you already know?" he asked rhetorically.

"True," Aiko agreed.

"So, can I call contact the name Bill gave me to tell them we're in and pay the entry fee?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Are you sure?" Gerald asked. "Remember the rules."

Aiko gulped. "Yes, and I'll call Emma and Norman to invite them here for dinner before we go. We'll go together with them. Okay?"

"Okay."

Aiko phoned Emma. She informed her of their decision to attend the masked ball.

"Excellent!" Emma exclaimed. "But let's go to restaurant for dinner before we go to the ball," she suggested. "I don't want you to have to worry about making dinner and cleaning up afterwards when we've got a hot evening to enjoy."

Aiko agreed gratefully. She told Gerald about the change in plans. They would meet at the restaurant and from there go to the masked ball.

* * *

The big day arrived. The two couples left the restaurant and headed for the masked ball. They found parking spaces near a fast-food place about a block away. From there they walked to party's location.

There was a simple sign on the door. It read: 'Private party. Invitees only.' They walked in, finding themselves in an antechamber where a scantily clad lady greeted them. After confirming that the two couples were who they purported to be, she stuck a label on their shoulders with the number '3' scrawled on it.

Next, she gave each of them a mask that covered the upper part of their faces, black ones for the men and white ones for the women. They had to put them on before opening the next door. She reminded them to keep the masks on until after they met their randomly assigned lover.

The four friends walked through the door. They took seats at a table and waited. It was 8:30 p.m. They noticed a number of people had already arrived.

Although the start of the party was only a half-hour away, time seemed to take forever to crawl by. Finally, at 9 o'clock, the front doors were locked.

The hostess took the mike. "Okay folks, you all know the rules for this party. Remember, don't remove your masks until after you have encountered the person's whose name matches the name in brackets on your bracelet. You must wear your bracelets until you leave. Any questions?"

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"And if we want to remain anonymous all evening?" someone asked.

"Then keep your masks on until you're on your way home."

There were no further questions.

"I will now assign each of you the name of a famous lover," she announced.

She looked at her list to see how many couples came together.

"There are 21 couples here," she announced. "A number of you arrived at the same time as other couples. Group 2, please come to the bar so that I can hand out your custom-named bracelets."

Gerald saw that it was a group consisting of three couples. They made their way to the bar and received the bracelets. They checked them to see what their name was and who their lover would be.

The hostess consecutively called Groups 1, 3, which included the four friends, and lastly 4. That left and additional 14 couples. Couple by couple, they received their party name.

While the hostess was handing out the remaining bracelets, the two sets of friends looked at each other's names. Aiko was 'Pocahontas'. So her assigned lover was 'John Smith'. Gerald was 'Quasimodo'. He would be looking for 'Esmeralda'. Norman was 'Tarzan'. He would swing with whoever was 'Jane'. Emma was 'Nefertiti.' Her opposite number would be 'Akenaten'.

Emma laughed when she saw her husband's bracelet. "You should have been given 'Cheetah'," she joked. "And your assigned lover should have been 'Zira' from the Planet of the Apes."

Norman shrugged.

The hostess finished assigning the names, she instructed the couples to go to the change rooms, one for women, and the other for men, where they were to remove their clothing and don thin, but not sheer, robes with cords. Although the masks indicated each person's gender, the robes tended to blur individual differences. Only differences in skin colour and body sizes were apparent.

Once all 21 couples were ready, they were admitted to the main hall, men on one side and women on the other. The room had a bar and a table with snacks at one end. Tables and chairs, along with several sofas, were placed along the three remaining walls. The room had a dance floor in the middle. It had a decent size despite its indecent purpose. Soft music with sensual rhythms was already playing.

"A few more things before we start," their hostess said. "If you prefer privacy or a different type of atmosphere, go through that door near the bar." She was pointing at it. "It will lead you to rooms on both sides of the hallway. A closed door means the room is occupied and privacy is requested. An open door means you can watch but not participate. The two largest rooms are designated as group rooms. Anyone can enter at any time, and after the first round anything goes unless or until you say no."

The hostess paused for a few moments to let the couples get their bearings.

"Please dance or otherwise mingle until you find your designated lover," she continued. "My husband is minding the bar. He'll provide water and other beverages. There is no alcohol here." With that she shut off her mike.

"Well, here we go," Gerald said giving his wife a peck on her lips.

"You too, hon," Aiko replied, thrusting her tongue into her husband's mouth for good measure.

And then they went their separate ways.

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Gerald decided to make a circuit of the hall to see if he could find 'Esmeralda' sitting at one of the tables. He didn't find her. Either he missed her somehow or she was on the dance floor.

Gerald turned his attention to the couples on the dance floor. He spotted her, 'Esmeralda'. She was dancing with 'Odysseus'. They looked comfortable with each other. This early into the party, he assumed she was dancing with her real husband. He could tell by the way they moved they knew how to dance.

'That's good,' he thought to himself. 'We've got something in common.'

He approached the couple. "Hi, I'm Quasimodo. May I cut in?"

"You don't look like Quasimodo," she said, "You've got no hump."

"I guess it's time to look for my partner," 'Odysseus', said. "Enjoy yourself, dear. I'll see you later."

"You too," she replied as he disappeared into the crowd.

"I see you know how to dance," Gerald said.

Gerald learned that his particularly Argentine tango. "What style of tango did you learn?" he inquired.

"I really don't know," she answered. "How do you tell one from another?"

"Salon tango is a social dance. It moves in a counter-clockwise direction," Gerald explained, "whereas tango fantasia can go in any direction, and can even be a spot dance. Salon tango is by far the most popular style in the local tango dance halls, but we learned show tango, a.k.a. tango fantasia."

"In that case, we learned the same tango as you," she declared.

While they talked, Gerald examined her more closely. Although he couldn't be sure because of the robe, she seemed to have a lithe figure He could tell by the way she rhythmically and smoothly swayed her hips to the music. He could also tell from the lines on her neck and the grey roots of her hair that she was probably older than he was.

"Shall I ask the deejay to put on a tango?" Gerald asked.

"I'd like that," she said delightedly.

Gerald spoke briefly to the deejay and then rejoined her. "He'll play 'Como dos extraños', specifically the version sung by Juan Carlos Cáceres. It means 'Like two strangers' in English. He has a couple of other requests before ours. So we might have to wait for a few songs."

"The title of that song is very à propos," she said smiling.

Gerald recognized the next song as Cesaria Evora's sensuous and sultry rendition of 'Besame mucho'. It was a rumba. Drawing 'Esmeralda' into his arms, he discovered that she was slim but not skinny. He decided to keep the dance simple. He wasn't here to dance; he wanted to make out and seduce this woman.

At first, they danced in silence.

Gerald liked 'Esmeralda', but she seemed nervous.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"My husband and I swing once in a while," she admitted, "but I've never gone to party with the intention of making out with a man I've never met before."

"We're new at it too," he commiserated. "My wife and I haven't done anything quite like this either."

As the song ran its course, 'Esmeralda' became more relaxed.

A bolero, the next song was even slower. Gerald didn't recognize it. Neither Gerald nor his partner knew how to dance to a bolero. So they did what everyone else on the dance floor was doing; they embraced, his arms around her body, her arms around his shoulders and her head on his chest, changing weight with each beat. They enjoyed the warmth from each other's body. They grabbed and groped each other as they danced. Gerald's eyes wandered from her face to her cleavage. He saw enough of them to see they were still lovely to behold despite some sagging.

"Do you always staring at a woman's breasts?" she asked noting his gaze.

Gerald was embarrassed. "Was I that obvious?"

"Yes," she said.

"I'm sorry," he said.

She chuckled. "Don't be. You're allowed to that here. I'm not offended. In fact, I'm flattered. "I'm sorry they don't belong to a younger woman," she added quietly.

"Being an older woman doesn't make you any less of a woman or any less beautiful," Gerald said.

"You are so gallant," she smiled. "You could make an iceberg melt."

"And yes, you have beautiful breasts," Gerald said openly staring at them this time. "Why shouldn't they be?"

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"Because I'm getting old," she said. "I'm 58."

"You look a lot better than many women in my age group," he told her.

"In that case," she said, pleased with his flattery, "you may stare at them as long and as much as you like."

Gerald brought his lips to her ear and kissed and licked behind her ear. "As a matter of fact, I find you very attractive," he whispered.

"You make me feel warm and tingly too," she whispered in return. 'Esmeralda' stepped back. "But I'm getting tangled up in the robe," she complained.

"Me too," he said.

Looking around the room, Gerald noticed that some people had already dispensed with their robes. They were dancing cheek-to-cheek, naked body against naked body. Their hands explored the contours of each other's bodies. One couple was kissing each other passionately. Another man had his arm wrapped around his partner's waist while his other hand stroked her breast. She had a firm grip on his erection.

Gerald pulled the cord on his robe, took it off, and tossed it on a nearby chair. "I don't need this," he said. "It's just getting in the way."

It was 'Esmeralda's turn to stare. She saw the proof of his attraction to her pointing right at her.

"May I?" he asked reaching for the knot of her cord.

As 'Esmeralda' nodded, Gerald undid the knot. Her robe flew open. She quickly the flopping robe and tossed it aside She had a fine figure.

They embraced again just as the rumba ended. He kissed her deeply.

'Esmeralda' giggled as she took hold of his cock and fondled it.

The glint in her eyes told Gerald she would rather dance the dance of lust than dance the tango. His lust surged; he needed to slow down.

Gerald heard the overture to 'Como dos extraños'. "We're on."

Gerald started off with the some basic steps, then gradually worked in other steps and patterns. She knew them all and followed his every lead.

"Your lead is really very good," she told him.

"Thank you," he replied. "Unlike many women I've danced with, you know how to follow."

"I prefer to follow," she explained, "because it's my way of taking a break from my job as a person who has to supervise or lead other people. It's a nice change to let someone else take charge."

Now comfortable in each other's embrace, Gerald and 'Esmeralda' immersed themselves in the song, in the dance, and in each other's naked body.

Halfway through the dance, Gerald teased her by adding a dose of raw sexuality to the already sensuous nature of the dance. He took every occasion that came his way to wrap his leg around hers. At one point, he pushed her out and then rolled her back in. Taking her in an intimate embrace, he twisted her around his body in a way that signalled to her to wrap her left leg around his right hip. His stiff cock pressed against her belly.

For almost three minutes, they danced their nude tango. Gerald knew the dance would end in a few seconds when he heard the first notes of the coda, the measures that announced the conclusion of the song.

Stretching his right leg between hers while crouching on his left leg, he performed the deep check. He slid his right hand down her left leg, sensually caressing it. When he was as low as he could go, he faced her shaven pussy. He detected her scent; she was turned on.

Normally, two slow beats were enough to finish this particular movement but Gerald lingered for several more beats. He used those beats to nuzzle her patch with his nose. He licked her clitoris. She trembled.

Rising on his left leg, Gerald drew his right leg back. His right hand caressed her leg as it moved upwards. When got to her ass-cheek, he gave it a squeeze and then used the heel of hand to direct her into a sensuous move that ended the dance at the same time as the music.

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There was considerable applause throughout the room. The sensuality of their dance had attracted quite a few spectators. No one had ever seen a tango done in the nude. They would probably never see such a thing again.

Gerald saw 'Esmeralda' smile. Her eyes were glazing over with lust, confirming what his nose already told him.

"It's time for 'Quasimodo' to show you his hump," Gerald said, making a feeble attempt at a corny joke.

Gerald took her by the hand and led her to a private room. They closed the door.

'Esmeralda' reclined on the mattress, opening her legs. "I need you 'Quasimodo'. I want you. Come to me," she panted. "Hump in me. Cum in me."

Gerald put himself between her legs. He aligned his cock with her pussy hole and pushed in.

"Oh," she gasped as she held onto him tightly.

They kissed each other deeply. Their mouths and lips were as locked together as their loins. After a few a minutes, 'Esmeralda" screamed her ecstasy as Gerald emptied his seed into her willing womb.

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Like many others in the room, Aiko watched her husband and his partner do their erotic dance. She was even envious of the woman for having danced the nude tango with her husband. Like many others in the room, she had been so intent on watching the naked couple's erotic performace that she had temporarily forgotten about her still missing randomly assigned lover.

"That was quite the dance," she heard a man's voice say.

"Yes, it was," she replied as she watched Gerald and his paramour leave for a private room.

"You know them?" he asked.

'Not her, just him," she replied. "He's my husband."

"Ah. You're not jealous, are you?"

"Not with the woman," she replied, "only with the fact he's never danced a nude tango with me."

The man chuckled.

Gerald disappeared through the door with his lover.

Aiko turned around to see whom the voice belonged to. He was a big man, not tall, but wide. His skin was pale. His hair was brown with flashes of grey. He was about Gerald's height but he looked much bigger and heavier.

She looked for his bracelet. There was none. "Your bracelet is missing."

He looked. "Oh, I didn't notice. It must have fallen off. I couldn't work it over my hand. So I left it dangling on my fingers."

"Shouldn't you be looking for your partner?" she asked.

"I found her," he said. "You're 'Pocahontas, aren't you?"

Her mouth went dry. "Yes," she croaked.

"I guess I'm not what you expected."

"No, you're not."

"Mind if I sit?" he asked. Hearing no objection, he sat down. "You're a beautiful woman," he continued. "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Aiko felt a rush of guilt. He was being a perfect gentleman while she was almost giving him the cold shoulder.

"If all you want to do is talk, that's what we'll do to pass the time. After a decent interval, I'll release you from your obligation."

Aiko saw both sadness and gentleness in his eyes. Sympathy for the fat man soon replaced her initial repulsion. "I'm sorry. I'm being rude."

"It's okay. I understand."

"It's not okay," Aiko said. "Let's do a reset. "I'm 'Pocahontas. I'm pleased to meet you 'John Smith'. May I call you 'John' for short?" she asked.

"You may."

Because of her initial negative reaction, Aiko realized she had to take the initiative. She got off her seat and stood in front of him. "Give me your hand," she demanded.

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He lifted it toward her. She took hold of his wrist and directed it toward the fold of her robe. "Please," she said, "touch them. Kiss them. For the next little while, they belong to you. I belong to you," she added emphasizing the first person singular.

His land slipped between the folds. He caressed her soft breast beneath his large hand. His other hand followed, unbidden, to grasp her other breast. As her nipples hardened, 'John' opened her robe some more so he could put his mouth on each of them in turn.

'John' was excited. "You're exceptionally beautiful," he said, "If we were fictional lovers, you would be the Beauty and I would the Beast."

"And the Beast turned out to be a good man," Aiko pointed out.

The fat man smiled. "Now you're making me feel better."

"That's only the start lover," Aiko replied.

Aiko saw desire surge through him when she called him 'lover'. Lust seemed to flow up his arm, then his hand and then his fingers. His large, but gentle, hands became more active on her breasts.

'John' looked into her eyes. He withdrew his hands from her breasts and put put his fingers on the flaps of her robe. He looked into her eyes as if he were seeking permission to continue.

Aiko nodded. He slid off his chair and got down on his knees. He opened her robe wide. Aiko took a wider stance to spread her legs.

The fat man reached for her pussy. She moved her hips toward as if offering herself to him, inviting him to explore her femaleness. Her pussy moistened as she felt him explore her pussy, perineum and anal sphincter with his ands and fingers. He tried licking and nibbling at her nether feminine parts but the angle wasn't right.

"Take me to a room," she sighed.

'John' took her to one of the rooms. She didn't pay attention to which room it was. He asked her to lie on the mattress. She complied, laying down so that her ass-cheeks were on its edge.

'John' opened her robe again. He spread her legs to gain full access to her bald pussy. He could see all of it. He intended to put his mouth on it. Ultimately, he wanted to put his penis in it.

The fat man proved to be as skilful with his mouth as he was with his hands. Aiko sighed as her vaginal passage became wetter and her desire for even more of his sensual attention increased. She closed her eyes. The more her world centred on her femaleness, the less concerned she became by the sight of the man who was giving her the gift of pleasure.

Aiko felt him open her robe entirely. He helped her pull her arms out of the sleeves. She disengaged herself from the robe. John's mouth and hands travelled up and down the front of the body from her breasts to her pussy.

"You are one sexy woman," he breathed.

Aiko felt his cock banging against her body as he moved his hands up and down her body. She grabbed it. It was as hard as ivory. She stroked it, feeling each and every bump and contour.

"Don't," he said. "I'm too hot for you. I don't want to cum in your hand."

She let go. He took the initiative. The mattress sagged as 'John' got onto the mattress.

Aiko felt him lift her petite body in his huge hands and turn her around so that her back was to his chest. His hard cock was between her legs, almost brushing her vulva. She squeezed her thighs shut as if she were trying clamp then around his cock.

The fat man sighed. He stopped, seeming to catch his breath. He returned his attention to Aiko's breasts. Their current position gave 'John' easier access to her twin peaks, stomach and the vee of her legs. He massaged her up and down, hands travelling back and forth from her crevice to her peaks. He nibbled on her neck and ears.