Sloppy seconds at the party

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Sloppy seconds at the partyFlirting at a very erotic party is so much fun when the guys at the party are interesting/attractive. Yes, I’m married. Yes, I go to church. Yes, I’m a poor example of a church-goer in many ways. But it is so difficult not to be naughty with temptation always knock-knock-knocking on my pubic door. My husband and I decided to go to another pool party at the Rosenthal’s home. This party promised to be small but fun. It was understood that the pool rule was to be enforced and that no swimsuits were to be allowed. And by tradition there would be sexual voyeurism and exhibitionism practiced at the party. In other words there would be sex but it was often “square” in the sense that sometimes those showing off in sexual activity were making it with their own spouse. But at some Rosenthal parties things got a little wilder. The cast of characters included only seven. Harry Rosenthal was more well-to-do than the rest of us. He was witty, almost handsome, and always had a keen eye out for the ladies. His wife Rachel, was about ten years younger at 32 and was sweet, sensuous, and a little shy. T.J. Rollins, 28, was fit and very handsome. His wife was very prim and proper but not stuffy. It was always surprising to see her readily shed her clothing because she just seemed to be the keep-covered type. But Sheila Rollins was intelligent sweet and much more beautiful when nude. Then there was my husband who always claimed he got invited to swell parties and dinners because his wife was so much in demand. Hubby and I had a wider age difference and he was pushing 50 but was slender, virile, and energetic. I was 34 and still looked youthful in spite of giving birth to three. And then there was Moe. He was single, something of a clown, but smart and well-heeled. His sense of humor made him interesting but he was not handsome in the classic sense. Moe, 26, did have athleticism going for him. He was a close friend to our hosts, Harry and Rachel. Unlike many adult parties, these pool parties had no prohibition against cameras and Mister Clown Around güvenilir bahis himself, Moe, had two cameras on the air hockey table. As the party-goers sat down to an informal barbeque pork and chicken meal he got one camera into action while we still had clothes on. I suspected he would be busier with the cameras later around the pool and hot tub. We women folk already had plenty of nude pics and sex pics circulating in cyber space so why worry about it. After eating but while we were still seated at the table, the Rollins were the first to get up and go out to the pool. That spurred the rest of us into action. When we stragglers caught up to TJ and Sheila, they were already in the middle of the pool. The lights were low around the pool deck but the underwater lamps bathed the nude swimmers in a very pleasing light. Soon there were seven nude bodies in the pool. My husband and the other men were awestruck by Sheila. Moe seemed to be mesmerized by all three nude women and swam to good tactical positions for checking out Sheila, then Rachel, then me, and then repeating the sequence. Mr. Rosenthal and Mrs. Rollins were soon in the hot tub together. We could see that they were sitting very close together but from the pool we could only see their faces. Back at the pool Mrs. Rosenthal was sitting on one of the corner steps while Mr. Rollins was giving her a back rub. The hot tub could hold more so Hubby and I and Moe exited the pool and walked over to warmer waters. We stopped short of the edge of the tub because Harry and Sheila were really making waves. She was sitting in his lap and bouncing into ecstasy. They were copulating and kissing and in a much heavier situation than their spouses back at the pool’s corner steps. We hesitated but then went ahead and stepped down into the hot water. My hubby and Moe looked kind of silly with full erections fueled by the good fuck going on right in front of them. It didn’t take Harry long to get his rocks off inside the beautiful Sheila and then she sat beside him instead of on him. We all started talking türkçe bahis about Sheila’s beauty and Harry’s good fortune on having her as a companion for the evening. Harry was very proud of his conquest but did not forget being a good host and was always pushing drinks and snacks on his guests. Rachel and TJ soon entered the hot tub but conversation continued without any more carnal activity except for the incidental touching in the crowded hot tub. Rachel seemed to be looking at me a lot and smiling. She was obviously not concerned an iota about her man fucking Sheila. She was appreciative of the attention TJ was giving her but it seemed they were not about to launch into action. Harry was looking at my tits that were about an inch above the water line and soon he gave a Mafia Godfather type “suggestion”. He said my husband and I should go over to the divan on the back portico and show off what we could do. Harry was not Mafia but he suddenly had that demeanor. We were only too happy to leave the hot tub and go over to the divan. The other five followed us in anticipation of the show. We skipped any foreplay and started out with some good doggie position banging. Our spectators were commenting on my hanging/swinging jugs (I was not the prettiest woman there but was the only woman sporting out-and-out big ones). I soon shifted to laying back with my head and shoulders elevated a little while hubby worked the missionary position, sometimes modifying it by raising my leg to his shoulder. In this position I could look around at the audience. Usually, the very proper Sheila hung back like a wallflower at such shows but this time she was right up close with her brunette pubic hair only about 15 inches from my face. Rachel was leaning in looking at my pussy getting dicked. Harry was paying close attention but did not have an erection as he had not recycled from shooting off inside Sheila. The handsome TJ was moving around checking all the angles and he sported his fine hard-on. Moe had an erection too even though he was busy taking photos. Soon Moe put güvenilir bahis siteleri his camera down and announced that he wanted to be up next. My hubby in a joking and out-of-breath voice told him to wait in line. Moe was obviously stressed out with horniness to the max. He kept saying, “Look at those tits.” And of course no matter what sex position we used, my jugs were in motion and it was too much for Moe to stand. He was about to have a fit. He was so turned-on. Hubby shot off inside me and as he pulled out there were predictable cream pie comments and even the women leaned in close to see my cum-filled pussy. But soon Mister Clown-Around Moe was climbing on top of me and in an instant he was guiding his dick inside my vagina. I was shocked and said, “wait, no, what” and some incoherent babbling but I soon faced a fait accompli. Moe was fucking me without my permission. I didn’t feel violated as much as I felt embarrassed and annoyed. My husband was no help. He liked such shows. Everybody was smiling and into this new show. Even Mrs. Prim and Proper Sheila looked really happy to see me mounted by Moe. His dick was not so long but it was wide and between my own pussy moisture and my husband’s cum there was a lot of hydraulic dynamics going on with some sploorp-slurp-sploorp-sploork sounds as he went to work fucking me. We were in the missionary position and his thrusts began picking up speed.  He was banging me like a dynamo. But he soon picked it up another gear and it was like getting taken by a Mexican jackhammer. I could no longer look around at the surrounding voyeurs. It was neither pleasurable nor unpleasant. It was strange. I had this dick up inside my guts that was fleshy yet machine-like.  After a couple of minutes in hyper-drive he sent his cum inside me, gave my breast a farewell fondle, and dismounted. Now, I had six people looking at my double cream pie. I was all spread out and it took a minute for me to move. Rachel and Sheila came up close to my face and told me I was so beautiful and the “lucky one” tonight. Sheila was stroking my hair (still wet with chlorine pool water) and saying incomprehensible things but in a sweet voice. The onlookers all seemed to have really enjoyed the show on the divan. If it had been TJ instead of Moe, I would have enjoyed it too.

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