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From: bchbumcpl@yahoo.com (Ron and Karen)
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Subject: {ASSM} Halloween Party (wife swapping - Almost!)
Date: Thu,  2 Aug 2001 16:10:01 -0400
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Halloween Party (Wife Swapping - Almost!)


Charles and Susan had been friends of ours for several years. We had
partied with them many times, with our clothes on. We had all been
pretty blitzed several times but nothing ever happened. Now, one of
the things the women had always giggled about was that Charles was
hung more adequately than most men were. In his jeans it was easy to
tell me was carrying more of a load than most do. 

We had planned on throwing a Halloween party for our friends and had
invited 7 or couples and a couple of singles friends of ours. Susan
had admitted to my wife that when they were younger and stupid that
they had done a 3 some with one of his friends a few times but nothing
like that for years. We had never even considered it during our
marriage. Stacy is one of the traditional old fashion kind of girls
and I was possessive enough that I could not consider the thought of
another man fucking my wife. 

The four of us had decided to go in together on the party and share
the hosting responsibilities. Then came the matter of costumes. Susan
is a larger woman, not fat but hefty. Stacy on the other hand is very
trim and slender. Stacy is tall, making her thin built look even
thinner. Charles it very athletic looking with a tight body. I am a
little pudgy but not really fat. The body descriptions come into play
because my wife wanted to dress as a ballerina and Charles said he
could be a male counterpart for the dancer. The final costume decision
was for my wife and Charles to dress as a ballet dancing team and
Susan would wear a nun's robe and I would dress as a monk. 

Damn my wife looked hot in her little costume. She wore white tights
and a pink leotard with a big pink tutu. I love her ass and it looked
overly righteous. Some of her hair showed when she first put on the
costume so she took the scissors and went into the bathroom to repair
it. Susan and Charles arrived early to h elp finsh getting the place
ready for the guest while she was still trimming her bush. He was
wearing the skin tight dance costume and if there had been any doubt
of his over endowment them all doubts were put to rest that night. Her
nun's outfit was nasty looking. The front was open low showing off her
giggly boobs instead of the traditional conservative look and the
skirt part of it was slit up both sides showing off garter belt and
stockings. I on the other hand felt like I was wearing a huge dress.
Late in the night my wife snagged the tights on a table and tore a
hole in them. She excused herself and returned to the party a few
minutes late minus the tights under the leotard. Normally would not
have been so bold but for some reason the returned with just the thin
strip of nylon covering her pussy. I wasn't sure how much she had
trimmed but the suit was pulling up into her pussy slit causing a very
horny site for all there. She had on that damn tutu so she could not
see the show she was giving the rest of us.

My wife spent most of the night with her costume counter part as I did
with Susan. With out the tights on under the costume Stacy had the
problem of creep, her suit would continually creep up into her ass
crack. I was glad I had on the robe to hid the boner I would get
watching her. Charles, on the other hand, had no way of hiding the
effects her costume had on him in his skintight body suit. 

I was getting turned on seeing her parade around with hardly anything
hiding her body. Surprisingly, I even was being turned on by other men
looking at her. I had assumed that I would find it distasteful or
angering for men to lust after my wife. Charles and Stacy danced
together in the den and when they separated I saw that he was at
almost full erection. He had to walk behind her so that her tutu
helped conceal his bulging problem. I could tell that she didn't seem
overly concerned about him getting excited over her.

Susan on the other side of the room was having a blast. She giggled
her boobs like a bar maid and relished the attention when she slipped
her leg past the slit of her skirt and showed off her stocking and
garter. The more she had to drink the louder and more blatant her
show. I sat back and tended the bar so that my erection was hidden by
the bar and the frock I was wearing. I was glad I wore underwear or my
cock would have been standing straight out. 
It was getting late and the lights had been lowered another notch.
Several of the couples had left the party and it was down to a small
select group. Susan had taken up with one of the single men and she
and her husband had begun a competition to see who could make the
other more jealous. I think it was partly in fun and partly very
serious between them. They were all on the dance floor, Susan with the
young man's face buried in her ample breast as they slow danced and
Charles holding my wife extremely close. Several dances later I could
see that Stacy was grinding against her dance partner to feel the full
effect of his hard cock. His hands had pulled her tutu out of the way
and were planted on her round ass. The leotard had ridden high in her
crack so he was mostly holding her ass and little of it was covered. 

The song stopped and they went to one of the easy chairs. He sat down
then pulled her down on his lap. Her ass was just about bare, his cock
was hard and she sat firmly down on it. Her nipples were trying to
bust through the thin top of the leotard, they looked so hard. All I
could see in my mind was her sitting down on his cock with it sliding
up in her pretty wet pussy. The thought that I knew would be revolting
turned out to make me so excited. I had always imagined my self
beating the hell out of any man that made a pass at my wife and there
I stood hiding my erection while wishing she would let him fuck her.
Then I looked in the direction that my wife and Charles were looking.
His wife was in the middle of the room slow dancing and the man she
was with had is hand in side of the slit of her costume on her butt. 

The party broke up pretty quick when everyone caught each other going
too far. Susan and Charles stayed to help us pick up a little before
they left. Actually I could hardly wait for them to go because I had a
big problem that needed some immediate attention. We sat and had one
more drink before they left. It was Susan that said she felt sad for
me, that I had been stuck at the bar all night and not gotten to dance
or mingle all night. She suggested one last dance before they went
home. I was ready for them to go home because I had a boner that
needed to soaked in a warm dark place. Stacy was the one that got up
and turned the music back on. Susan pulled me to my feet to dance. It
was a nice slow number and her big breast felt good pressed against
me. I looked over to see Charles dancing with my wife again. Actually
it was more of a holding and humping than it was dancing. She
expressed her displeasure of having that damn tutu attached to the
leotard and being in the way. She excused her self for a minute and
returned to the room in her short nylon robe to continue the dance. I
had let my hand wander lower down Susan's back, I fond the garter belt
then ventured lower to discover no elastic band for panties. She had
been there all night with out panties, but for that matter so had my
wife. Charles caught me with my hand on his wife's ass and only smiled
at me. He pulled Susan tightly against his cock, which I was pretty
sure would have been hard again. Then his hands went down under her
robe and were gripping her bare ass. I was hard from watching my wife
being groped. I had Susan's big boobs pressed against me with her
letting me massage her bare ass through her costume. Then they turned
around and I saw that my wife had both her hands on his ass too. Only
one light in the living room was on and when Stacy got close to it she
clicked it off leaving us in close to total darkness. I could hear her
breathing get heavy through the music which was playing softly. My
hand went under the skirt of Susan's costume. She had big fleshy ass
checks, the only ones I had touched for years even before I married
Susan. The song ended and for a brief moment there was silence, except
for the moaning Susan was making. I stepped over to the light switch
and gave it a flick. She was turned with her back to him and he had
one hand on her pussy and the other playing with her tit inside her
robe. He had a hand behind her holding his hard cock. I knew my wife,
her moods and sounds. I knew that another few minutes of what he was
doing she they would be fucking. The four of us stood and looked at
each other in bewilderment and embarrassment then Charles broke the
silence by saying that I made some damn strong drinks that night. I
knew none of us had too much to drink but it was an easy out for what
we were doing and thinking. Something was going to happen and it had
to happen right then. I was ready. I wasn't so interested in fucking
Susan as I was seeing my wife being fucked by her husband big cock. I
could see by the look on Stacy's face she was ready for that big cock.
Susan broke it up by saying it was time they went home.

We walked them to the door to see them off. My wife's robe was about
undone and almost showing off her goods. I shook Charles's hand and
then went to his wife to give her a hug. Our hug lingered on as my
wife was doing the same with Charles. Then I heard the smacking sound
of her kissing. She had her tongue half way down his throat. Susan and
I kissed but I never too my eye off of my wife. When they pulled away
her robe had fallen open giving him and the rest of us a solid look at
her body. I was a little shocked when I saw her pussy. I knew she had
trimmed it and seen the leotard ride up in her slit, But I hadn't
imagined she trimmed it that short. There was only a slight layer of
stubble and that was glistening with the coating of her wet pussy
juice. I commented that if she hadn't stop kissing him when she did I
thought we were going to finish our good byes in bed. She shot me a
nasty look for saying such a thing. I knew she knew it was true
though. 

There was a hesitation and for a minute there I though my wife was
going to take Charles to the bed room but she pulled back and told
them good night and they were gone. 

We made a dash for the bed. At least I did. Stacy seemed a little
reluctant. In the bedroom I pulled the monks robe off and dropped my
shorts to the floor so my hard on could breath. She dropped the robe
to the floor and slipped into bed. She was afraid I was mad at her for
what she had been doing that night. Normally I would have been furious
or at least I had assumed I would have been pissed for her doing the
things she had done with another man. My hard cock took control and I
started telling her how turned on I had been seeing her in nearly
nothing all night in front of our friends. Then I burst her world
apart when I said I thought she was going to fuck Charles in front of
me and everyone else. There was no foreplay. We had both been getting
so worked up all night. I rolled on top of her and slid my cock in her
wet pussy. 

I was pumping away at her when I asked her if she would have fucked
him if they had stayed. She didn't answer right away, then asked me if
I had wanted her to. I told her yes. She hooked her legs around me and
mumbled out to me that she had nearly done it but chicken out then
started in on one tremendous orgasm as I pumped my seed into her. 

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