Being Cuckolded #58 Happy Halloween
We were invited to a Halloween party last month, a dirty one. It was meant to be a swingers do, but with me being a cuckold the host was fine with me as a er.. lacking participant. We'd never actually been to anything like this before so it was a new experience, The venue was the hosts house, quite a drive from where we live but that was actually a positive. It meant it was a possibility as nobody knew us there (besides the hosts).
When we arrived there where Jack 'o lanterns on the lawn and candles in the windows, various Halloween decorations such as witches and skeletons hung about the walls and the kitchen was full of alcohol and nibbles. It was a select group, maybe 6 or 7 couples most of which were familiar with each other. The hosts did this a few times a year and we had been chatting with them for almost a year now, we were invited to a party they did in June but we couldn't make it unfortunately.
Everyone wore eye masks, including us. The rules were the masks stayed on until it went to one of the bedrooms. There were three bedrooms available in the house and the hosts bedroom which was for the hosts to share with someone. We met the hosts and settled in to some drinks and nibbles, I'm really not very good around people but fortunately my wife is quite outgoing so I benefit from that to get dragged into conversations.
As the night went on we drifted about from kitchen to living room, back garden and dining room. Everybody seemed to be relaxed and having a good time, but nothing really noticeable happened for the first couple of hours. We met various people but my wife wasn't biting, it may have been because I wasn't suitable material for them. I guess if you're swingers you want to swap both partners and that wasn't happening with me. Everybody was warned I wouldn't be as active, that way they could consent or not before it got awkward.
The masks helped keep it anonymous, it also helped add a bit of confidence with that anonymity. As the night went on, there seemed to be less people about, couples would stagger up the stairs in the hallway giggling with each other. Bedroom doors were shut and they were off limits then.
Eventually we sat in the garden chatting to an older couple, it was probably 1am by this point. A lot of couples had made their choices and disappeared for the night. Kinky conversation and laughs flowed with the alcohol, eventually the other guy looked over to his wife and they shared a look which I assume was agreement. He then asked us if we wanted to go upstairs, my wife looked over to me and then nodded for us.
Everything started happening quickly after that, carrying our drinks up to an empty bedroom and setting them down as my wife began to kiss him. Meanwhile his wife sat on the bed watching beside me, I thought I would try to make her feel good and knelt down in front of her. She turned to me as she felt me removing her shoes. A look of drunken amusement on her face as she looked down at me.
I began to rub her stocking feet, my wife and this woman's husband were already stripping off together. I could see out of the corner of my eye he was lifting my wife's dress over her head. Arms raised as he put his hands on her body. I slowly massaged the lady's feet and began kissing them through her stockings.
There was a slap as he grabbed my wife's bottom with both hands. Pulling her toward his growing erection, pressing her to him and grinding together. The guy was maybe in his late fifties, slim and slightly taller than my wife. I looked up as they kissed, my cage twitching as horny tingling frustrated me within.
Slowly his wife parted her legs as if to distract me from watching my wife. She wasn't wearing underwear and it did the trick. I stopped thinking and resumed kissing up this lady's parted thighs. My head eventually sliding up under her skirt, licking between her legs and kissing gently against her vulva.
I felt the bed bounce as the guy pushed my wife down onto it. I couldn't see what was happening anymore, my face was full of pussy and warm thighs closing around my face. I felt her hand rest on my head and she leaned back to give my more access. The wider her thighs opened the more eagerly I licked and kissed her. I could just about hear the muffled moans of my wife as he began thrusting inside.
The man fucked my wife while I tongued his, and after he was finished with my wife he got it up a second time to ride his own too. I appreciated how much better he was, To enjoy two women is an opportunity few of us manage, but to do it while also making me witness it, and therefore putting me in my place as his inferior, was the sign I need to feel right at home in my cage.
When we arrived there where Jack 'o lanterns on the lawn and candles in the windows, various Halloween decorations such as witches and skeletons hung about the walls and the kitchen was full of alcohol and nibbles. It was a select group, maybe 6 or 7 couples most of which were familiar with each other. The hosts did this a few times a year and we had been chatting with them for almost a year now, we were invited to a party they did in June but we couldn't make it unfortunately.
Everyone wore eye masks, including us. The rules were the masks stayed on until it went to one of the bedrooms. There were three bedrooms available in the house and the hosts bedroom which was for the hosts to share with someone. We met the hosts and settled in to some drinks and nibbles, I'm really not very good around people but fortunately my wife is quite outgoing so I benefit from that to get dragged into conversations.
As the night went on we drifted about from kitchen to living room, back garden and dining room. Everybody seemed to be relaxed and having a good time, but nothing really noticeable happened for the first couple of hours. We met various people but my wife wasn't biting, it may have been because I wasn't suitable material for them. I guess if you're swingers you want to swap both partners and that wasn't happening with me. Everybody was warned I wouldn't be as active, that way they could consent or not before it got awkward.
The masks helped keep it anonymous, it also helped add a bit of confidence with that anonymity. As the night went on, there seemed to be less people about, couples would stagger up the stairs in the hallway giggling with each other. Bedroom doors were shut and they were off limits then.
Eventually we sat in the garden chatting to an older couple, it was probably 1am by this point. A lot of couples had made their choices and disappeared for the night. Kinky conversation and laughs flowed with the alcohol, eventually the other guy looked over to his wife and they shared a look which I assume was agreement. He then asked us if we wanted to go upstairs, my wife looked over to me and then nodded for us.
Everything started happening quickly after that, carrying our drinks up to an empty bedroom and setting them down as my wife began to kiss him. Meanwhile his wife sat on the bed watching beside me, I thought I would try to make her feel good and knelt down in front of her. She turned to me as she felt me removing her shoes. A look of drunken amusement on her face as she looked down at me.
I began to rub her stocking feet, my wife and this woman's husband were already stripping off together. I could see out of the corner of my eye he was lifting my wife's dress over her head. Arms raised as he put his hands on her body. I slowly massaged the lady's feet and began kissing them through her stockings.
There was a slap as he grabbed my wife's bottom with both hands. Pulling her toward his growing erection, pressing her to him and grinding together. The guy was maybe in his late fifties, slim and slightly taller than my wife. I looked up as they kissed, my cage twitching as horny tingling frustrated me within.
Slowly his wife parted her legs as if to distract me from watching my wife. She wasn't wearing underwear and it did the trick. I stopped thinking and resumed kissing up this lady's parted thighs. My head eventually sliding up under her skirt, licking between her legs and kissing gently against her vulva.
I felt the bed bounce as the guy pushed my wife down onto it. I couldn't see what was happening anymore, my face was full of pussy and warm thighs closing around my face. I felt her hand rest on my head and she leaned back to give my more access. The wider her thighs opened the more eagerly I licked and kissed her. I could just about hear the muffled moans of my wife as he began thrusting inside.
The man fucked my wife while I tongued his, and after he was finished with my wife he got it up a second time to ride his own too. I appreciated how much better he was, To enjoy two women is an opportunity few of us manage, but to do it while also making me witness it, and therefore putting me in my place as his inferior, was the sign I need to feel right at home in my cage.
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