Robert Porter was sitting forward on his chair watching his wife and Patty Trent having sex on the floor. Across from Robert, Charles Trent was doing the same thing. Neither man's eyes left the women for a second, and they sat frozen in place. They didn't even think to help the cocks that were screaming for attention. They just stared and smiled.
Robert thought the sight of his wife slipping her thumbs down inside Patty's labia and pulling the lips apart was one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. And then the sight of her tongue reaching to just flicker at her clit was more beautiful still. Everything was beautiful. Their breasts pressing together when they held each other and kissed; his wife curling up with Patty against her back and rubbing her pussy from behind; Emily's whole hand disappearing into Patty's cunt was beautiful.
He wanted to stand and cum on them right now as they lay in 69 and pleasured each other to yet another orgasm. He wanted to spray his cum out like applause for the act. He didn't do that because it was his turn next. He just watched, loving his wife all the more.
Emily had been reticent at first, but Patty got into the swing and brought her along until neither woman was aware of their audience any longer. They moved over each other on the sheet spread out on the floor without hesitation, sucking, probing, and kissing. Finally, they lay on their backs and caught their breath.
"Satisfied?" Emily asked. "See what you were missing?"
"Yes, I'm happy," Robert said. "You shouldn't have worried about telling me about that. That was poetry in motion."
"You were right, honey," Charles said. "I wish I had been watching all along."
"Okay, so we're done then?" Emily sat up.
"No," Robert said. "None of you have ever screwed a member of the opposite sex since marrying. Charles and I thought it was time to get the first time out of the way. And, at the same time, get used to the idea that somebody is watching."
Emily smiled. She was going to get a chance to ride Charles Trent's bonus size cock.
"Come on, then," Emily said.
"No, one at a time," Patty told her. "The men want to get the audience thing out of their heads. You know, in case it harms their ability to perform at the party. Me, too, I guess. Mostly, I want to get the first time out of the way where Charles can watch it happen. We want to know if it is going to work out."
The men flipped a coin, which Emily found a bit annoying. Charles won the toss.
He stood and removed his clothing at a deliberate pace, trying not to look at Robert Porter as he did. When he was naked, his cock hung at half mast and seemed unwilling to rise any further.
Emily looked at her husband a moment. She made a "what now" movement with her eyes and shoulders. He mouthed the words, "Go get him," and motioned his hand toward the cock hanging about four feet in front of her.
Emily walked over and stood in front of Charles. She stroked the tip of her index finger along the top of his penis, and that was all it took. Charles swelled up to his full, majestic ten inches with the veins standing out proudly on the rock hard member. Charles looked at Patty, who was about as absorbed in the sight as the men had been earlier. Emily held his hot cock, shivering slightly, her pussy growing wet again.
Charles pushed down on her shoulders and she knelt to cock level. Then she took that big dick into her mouth as far as she could and stroked it while she sucked. He held her head with both hands, pulling at her hair lightly, as she bobbed back and forth sucking and pumping.
Robert and Patty were both nearly drooling as they watched. And, when Charles lowered his wife to the floor and spread her long legs to rub his cock up over the slit between them, Robert felt he might cum in his pants.
Charles slid his cock inside, and Robert leaned forward to see better. He went in half way, and then three quarter way, and then all the way. Emily gasped when his stomach slammed against hers and his cock hit the upper wall of her pussy.
"Oh, fuck me hard," she said. "Fuck my cunt. Cum in me!"
Charles complied, and Emily felt her orgasm hit her almost right away. It was long and powerful and the perfect end to the night. And it came just seconds before Charles came, too.
Excited as he was, there was no way Charles would last, and he didn't even try. He just slammed into his neighbor's wife loving the fact that his wife and her husband were watching. When her pussy began contracting, he felt himself erupt inside her, filling her so that cum dribbled out a bit beside his still thrusting cock. When he finally stopped, he lowered his face to hers and kissed her, his cock still half hard inside.
Emily felt wonderful, and part of that feeling was knowing that Robert was watching.
When Emily watched Robert and Patty she felt very odd. Both of her lovers were together before her. And when Patty knelt to suck Robert's throbbing cock, Emily felt a twinge of jealousy about both of them. She wanted to keep them both to herself.
Watching Robert fuck Patty was worse, and yet better. The sight turned her on while the thought of who they were bothered her. She wanted to be in there with them. Even fully satisfied by Charles' huge cock, and with his cum leaking out onto the towel on which she sat, she still wanted to be in there sharing it.
But she had to watch. And she watched as Patty came violently when her husband fucked her from the side with one finger buried in her butt hole. And she watched as Robert bucked in orgasm, shooting at least once inside Patty before the woman pushed him out and scurried to get her mouth on him for the last spurts.
Robert left a splatter of cum on Patty's stomach, and Patty showed Emily the milky cum on her tongue when he withdrew from her mouth. Then she swallowed Robert's seed and Robert leaned in to kiss her passionately.
When they parted Emily felt a sense of release within her. It was fine. They were both still there, and she was still happily married with a girlfriend on the side. Everything was good.
"Ready to party, honey?" Patty asked her husband.
"Man, I am so ready," was his reply.
#
Next door to the Trent house, Robert and Tania Mosswell were curled up together in bed fully satisfied with their own carnal event.
"Bobby?" Tania asked.
"Yes, baby?" He knew she was feeling good if she called him Bobby. She was normally so formal.
"We've been invited to a party at the Peterson's on Friday night," she said, rubbing her hand over his chest and pinching his nipples softly.
"Party? That would be nice," he said.
"Well, this is a different kind of party," she told him slowly.
"How so?"
"Do you remember how I used to get down to it with the sisters back in college?" she said. "Before we, well, while were dating?"
"Yes." He had wished he could watch back then but never dared ask. He was just happy that she eventually gave up women for him.
"I was surprised to find out that this neighborhood is full of the same kind of sisters." When her husband chuckled, she continued. "That card party the other night? It was more than cards, and the reason I wasn't invited was that they didn't know if I swung that way or not."
"A meeting of the Daughters of Lesbos?" he asked.
"Yes, but they're not lesbians. They're just ladies who like to cum and don't mind who makes it happen. Their husbands are very understanding."
"Yeah, I guess they are," Robert said.
His wife laughed and slid closer to kiss his chest. "What they are understanding is that they get to fuck anybody they want to in that same group. The party is a chance for couples to uncouple and see how they fit with someone else."
"Wow," he said, and then added, "Wow."
Tania smiled against his chest. "How about it, Baby? You want to go get you some white pussy?"
Judging by the speed at which his cock firmed up again, and the power he used slamming it into her, his answer was definitely yes.