My little wife is such a big girl now. She wasn't a couple weeks ago. We have been married two years, almost, with her just out of highschool. There was a bit of flack from her family, most old aunts thinking I must have knocked her up, but that had died down now with no baby and both of us still happy with each other. Besides, we had moved to another town and had little contact with the family. I was almost ten years older and when the ages are 18 and 28, thats quite a spread, not so much in the years themselves, but in life experiences. Grizzled old vereran and virginal young debutante.
A lot of the little town attitudes went with us to the city. Karen was the romantic who very much liked the idea of being 'in love' and while I did too, I found it actually cramped our personal life. To illustrate, Karen didn't like to call it fuck, we made love. Pussy was OK, but not cunt. That sort of thing. Not a big thing, and I could live with it, but it just indicated a rigidity of upbringing that I found a bit stifling. I really did love her, but I had been around a bit and didn't want to be strangled.
Another little point between us was our social life. I had had a raucous young life but now was focused on building my business. I had little time to think about leisure, thinking it was now my sole chore to provide a secure future for my bride. She cared less about that and wanted the partying that I had wanted at the same age. I took her out often enough, but it wasn't with the crowd that I had hung out with in younger years. I couldn't see straight-laced little Karen at one of those parties. Besides, those friends had all been left behind, along with the life. And then I found that the life was everywhere.
We belonged to a tennis club because we both played well enough, and besides it seemed a good networking place for my business. Quite a few more influencial types belonged there and I couldn't see it hurting. Aside from those were a core of real players who also liked to party hard and it was to these that Karen was attracted. Some were no more than her age but most with a lot more experience. No problem, I rather enjoyed the life too, and I could see exposure could only help Karen grow. It was just good fun that hadn't harmed me, right? So it was that we were invited to a party after a tourament one weekend. It was at the home of a thirty-some couple who hung with the young crowd, and these parties were often talked about long after the event. More sly whispers than talk, actually. So I knew that Karen might be a bit over her head, but how else do you learn to swim?
So here we were, laughing, dancing, drinking with these beautiflul people. Karen was having the time of her life, having lots of attention poured her way. Attitudes were easy, a lot of fondling, a stolen kiss or two, close dancing, a few ribald jokes,a good party. Karen at one point indicated with a nod a couple kissing in a corner. More that kissing, really, openly necking, and seeming to be getting more urgent as they went. AS we watched they quietly slipped arounnd a corner and out of sight. It was our hostess, but not with our host but the winner of the day's tournament. When Karen angled me over to peek around the corner where they had ducked, we saw only a hall and some doors.
"Still game for a grown-up party?" I teased. She thought a bit, and nodded.
"Its so fun. I know sometimes this happens because I hear the girls talk about it. But don't worry, I won't do it to you"
"Don't be to sure, munchkin. I happen to know Stan is ogling you and he is your type. I bet if he got his hooks into you he would have you making love within minutes."
Karen's eyebrows shot up in a classic innocent stare. "I wouldn't let anyone else make love to me. You're the only man I've been with and its going to stay that way"
"Well, sweetheart, lets make a deal then. Only with me do you make love. If anyone else scores, they only get fucked..Deal?" I got a poke in the ribs for that, and we went to watch a group trying to limbo. We both noticed the crowd was a biit thinner than it had been, but the ones remaining were having a good time. I nudged Karen to indicate Stan, our host, watching us. Stan was over thirty, but had the Omar Sharif look that has no age, and I knew Karen loved Omar. When he saw he had been caught, he came over and handed Karen a new drink to replace the empty glass she was carrying. In the course of chatting, I remarked about his Omar look and how hot Karen was for Omar. Karen blushed red, but Stan laughed out loud and told her how he had had plastic surgery just to attract young , gorgeous girls like her.
"Do you remember the scene where Omar Sharif seduces the plantation owner's wife?" He asked Karen, holding her hands and gazing into her eyes. She nodded mutely, seeming to be hypnotized by this polished gentleman paying court to her. He circled her waist the way Omar had done, bent her back and planted a kiss on her lips. It was a minute before he released her enough for her to give me a panicy glance, but all she got from me was an approving smile.
"The scene isn't over, my pet", he crooned in his best Omar. He kissed and nibbled her ears, down her neck, and was working close to her cleavage. When Karen looked to me for help, she found me gone. It was maybe a mean thing to do, but I couldn't see any harm coming from it. Besides, I had been making eye contact with another girl who had been watching the performance, and now we had moved into a slow dance so we could watch Karen and Stan without cramping Stan's style. Sue knew Karen, and knew Stan's reputation with girls, so she knew the turmoil Karen was feeling, but she wasn't about to bale her out. Instead, she kissed me so that Karen could see. By this time, Stan had finished the scene as far as he could take it and was dancing with Karen to avoid letting her go. He was holding her close, almost nose to nose, and the flush was less panic and more , well, just flush.. We moved close, and when we were sure we werein her sight, we kissed again, but this time wide open, grinding lips and body together. When we moved on, we could see that the other couple were also kissing, if somewhat more chastely.
"You have a very lovely little wife", Stan said behind me. I was still holding Sue, but Karen had gone. "Karen has gone to the bathroom, and I am left alone. Do you mind when she comes back if I monopolize her a bit? I see you have your hands full."
I promised him I would not mind a bit. As He wandered away, Karen found my elbow. "Are you OK with things? Stan is getting a bit friendly, but so are you. Do you think things are getting out of hand?" I smiled gently and pulled her into a circle with Sue and I. I told her that the party was going the way parties go and welcomed her to the land of grownups.
"The only thing is, pet, that you must not make love to Stan. You can only fuck him, and I promise to only fuck Sue. Making love is for you and me. Are you OK with that?"
Karen nodded, then opened her eyes wide as it sunk in that she had just given her husband permission to fuck Sue. She had also consented to fuck Stan, and as that thought hit her, she gave a quick glance around to find him and was a bit relieved not to see him. "I don't know if I can stop him if he tries. He's very sexy, and I get so hot, "she giggled nervously, "I just had to duck out to the toilet to cool things down a bit and think. Do you know where he is? Maybe he's found another girl to fuck. Are you two really going to fuck? Its really a nice word, when you say it like that." She started when she felt hands sliding under her arms from behind, through her arm holes and capturing her breasts. "My thoughts excactly. Its just not right that a honey like you only fucks one man in her life. The more men you fuck, the happier the world will be, starting with me."
Karen sagged into him, feeling him rouse her nipples while her husband and friend watched. "Wish me luck, darling", she murmured as Stan led her away, around the same corner his wife had gone an hour before. We followed a disret distance behind. We both wanted to witness the union, but not be part of it. This was for Karen alone. Well, OK, Stan too, but for Karen it was a coming out. For Stan it was just a cumming in. We saw them check a couple rooms before ducking into a third and swinging the door closed behind them. Luckily, the door didn't close and swung open enough for us to silently slide in. It was the massive master bedroom and we found a little love seat facing away from the bed we could peek over and watch the festivities. We could have been a cheering section, I don't think the couple would have noticed us. Stan took Karen's hem and slowly pulled her little dress over her head. Finally she had to raise her arms in total surrender to let it slip free, and she was standing stark naked, her arms still in the air, in front of a man she had only met and who she was going to fuck. It was really a very triumphant pose, and I think her mood was just that, triumphant over herself. Stan begged her to hold the pose while he ripped off his own clothes, the dropped to his knees before her to kiss her all over her body, tummy, thighes, up to the breasts again, a flick of tongue into the bush, finally standing to pull her full length against his nakedness and fittling his boner between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy and she feeling the hardness of his cock. She came then, just standing there rubbing on his cock. I think she was on the verge of cumming since the first kiss.
"I don't think foreplay is the order of the day, my little sexpot.." Stan smacked her bottom. "I think we both need a bit of penetration, and that quickly." He pushed her to the bed and as her knees folded and as she sat, he gathered her legs and hugged them to his body. The bed was so high he only had to bend his knees a bit to bring a very nice cock to pussy.."One thing I do insist on, though." he whispered, " I want you to guide me into you. I want to know you really want my cock in you and are willling to show me the way...ok?'" Two hand appeared between her legs and cradled his cock and did as they were bid. As the head entered we heard a little yelp as another orgasm ripped through her. Our view point was perfect to watch his cock slam into her, and we forgot our own lust as we watched the encounter build .
"OH, god , I love to fuck!! Oh, I want you to cum. .....Can the reader fill the rest? At this point I'm too busy helping Sue straddle me so she could ride my cock, facing me to watch the match on the bed. As Karen and then Stan's voices became even more urgent we found the left over evergy contagious, but we stayed in check until the main event shuddered to a standstill. Then Sue began cumming and I flipped her onto her back to properly pound into her. I got a bit of carpet burn on knees fighting for traction, but what a cum. Sue was a talented girl, and with the conquest of Karen still fresh and knowing she must now be aware of us, well , what can you say beyond, WOW1
When we could move we joined Karen and Stan on the huge bed and noticed other people filtering in as well. Karen was sprawled on a towel that had saved the bed from the cum, her legs still spread in total abandon, her heroic little pussy still pouty as if asking for more. She gave us a languid smile and reached out to pull my lips to hers.
"I kept my promise, darlling, but my god, fucking is almost like making love. Do you want to fuck me now? I'm so totally shameless, but I can't care right now. Hey, you know who I want to fuck? Gerry who won the tennis today. We saw him leaving with Stan's wife. I would love to fuck him right after her."
"Thats easily done," said a voice up at the headboard end. "I've been hoping for a turn. Nat always likes to watch Stan fuck a new girl, so she had me here before you got here even."
Gerry mover over her and would have gone down, but Karen grabbed his head and pulled him up. "Just not ready to do oral with all these puys watching," she whispered, "Just fuck me, I need more cock and you've been turning me on all day. My pussy is ready now, we can do foreplay another time when we're alone." And with that he was in her. It was neat, being right there close and seeing her lips part and this new cock make its way into her, all the way, then slowly withdraw as those same lips clung to it like they didn't want it to go. No fear there, as it plunged in again. The two fucked like that for many minutes, clutched tight, waiting as the feeling grew. Karen came first, then Gerry quickly after. In the afterglow, Karen was heard to whisper,"You know, you havent' even kissed me yet. Have you heard the one about the Ozark lovers? She says, 'kiss me, charlie, kiss me', and he says, 'hell no, you're my sister, I shouldn't even be fucking you.'"
That about wrapped up the evening. Most were pretty spent. I didn't bother describing all the action. didn't even notice most of it. Actually, a lot of people never took part in the orgy that Karen sparked. It seems that its a tradition that Nat fucks the winner, so it was unremarkable when she disappeared with Gerry. Its well known that Stan rarely goes without, so when folks saw him making a play for Karen, they knew he would do okay, and so would she.
Karen was asleep when we got home and I carried her from the car like a little girl. AS I laid her on our bed, I asked tenderly if she would like to make love. She smiled dreamily, and said, "When you let those two fuck me, it was like you were making love to me at the same time. I was loving you when you were fucking sue, too .But now let me sleep and dream big girl dreams."