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  “Good one?” Evie giggled when she broke the kiss.

  “Yeah,” he smiled, stroking her beautiful cheek.

  “And whose your playmate?”

  The woman sat up from Frank's lap, his cum white on her lips. “Grace,” she smiled, then leaned over and kissed Evie on the lips, thrusting her tongue into his wife's mouth. He grinned, watching the women swap his cum, pink tongues snowballing white seed; life stirred in his cock.

  “Umm, nice to meet you Grace,” Evie smiled. “I'm—”

  “Evie. Your husband told me.” Grace pressed against Frank's other side and he enjoyed the feel of both women's warm, pliant flesh. “I'm surprised Tony and Samir didn't take you home.”

  “They tried.”

  “And failed?” Grace laughed. “I don't remember the last time a woman didn't leave with them, whether or not her husband allowed it.”

  “I was only loaned to them,” Evie purred, leaning her head on Frank's shoulder.

  “Oh, do you have that sort of relationship?” Grace asked.

  “Sometimes. We like to play a lot of games. Sometimes he's my master, and sometimes I'm his mistress.”

  “And tonight?”

  “I'm his beautiful wife that he graciously loans to horny men.”

  Grace laughed. “So you two like playing games, huh?”

  “That's how we got started swinging.”

  “Yeah,” Frank grunted, his cock stirring and he glanced down and saw the mess staining his wife's thighs. “I would love to watch Grace lick your pussy clean.”

  Evie giggled. “What do you say?”

  “Sounds diverting,” Grace answered. “But only if I get to feel your husband's mouth on my pussy.”

  “I think that can be arranged,” Frank grinned.

  “He loves to eat pussy! No guy is better!”

  “Then I need to put that to the test,” Grace cooed, standing. “Let me show you around. I'll be your guide through this cavalcade of sexual decadence.”

  “Thank you,” Evie smiled and threw a warm hug around Grace's neck.

  Grace froze for a second, then returned the hug.

  “I can tell you're someone to know,” Evie said, then turned and held out her hand to Frank, and he took it, standing up and shoving his half-hard cock back into his pants.

  “There are some private rooms,” the redhead said. “Hopefully we'll find one empty.”

  Frank and Evie followed her along the edge of the dance floor, passing other couples that were doing far more than just dancing. The redhead led them down a dark hallway, then up a flight of stairs to an open area that looked out on Lake Washington through darkly tinted windows. The space was strewn with floor pillows and bean bags and a few couples and groups were enjoying themselves. Open rooms lined the wall, more intimate, but lacking any doors to have actual privacy. They entered the third one, the light dim and the air scented with heady spices.

  Evie fell back on a pile of cushions. “This place must go through so much scotch guard,” she laughed when she noticed the cum leaking out of her staining the pillows. She bent down, scooping up a glob of Tony's cum from her pussy, sucking it off her finger. “Come on, Grace, you have got to try this.”

  “Such a wicked woman you married.”

  “I know,” Frank smiled, leering at his wife as she writhed, her legs spread, her black pussy hair matted with another man's seed.

  The redhead fell to the plush carpet, well-padded to be soft, her champagne-colored skirt slipping up her inviting rear, almost revealing her perfectly-shaped ass. Evie gave a gasp as Grace licked up her taint to her pussy, gathering up a line of milky cum that had leaked out of both of his wife's well-fucked holes.

  “Umm, tasty,” Grace purred, spreading Evie's petals open and diving in for a better taste.

  “Oh, yes! She knows how to eat pussy,” moaned his wife. “And what are you waiting on, Frank. You promised to eat her snatch.”

  “Yes, you promised!” Grace shot a look over her shoulder, her lips stained with the mess from between Evie's thighs. “I want to see if your wife's boast is true. Prove you're the best man at eating pussy.

  “Oh, I am!” Frank growled. “I'm going to master your pussy!”

  “Ohh, do it!”

  Frank fell to his knees, hiking up her skirt. Her ass was flawless, toned from working out, and covered by the merest scrap of cloth that could barely be called a thong. He grabbed the flimsy cloth and ripped it off her, eager to taste this woman's pussy.

  “Oh, you brute!” purred Grace. “I loved that thong!”

  He smacked her ass. “Eat my wife's pussy, whore.”

  “So commanding!” Grace buried her face back into his wife's trimmed, black bush, licking her sloppy slit.

  “I know. When I'm naughty, he bends me over his lap and spanks me!”

  “Lucky,” Grace laughed.

  So Frank gave her ass another smack, the redhead squealing into Evie's pussy. Frank stared down at the woman's perfect ass marred only by his red handprints, then leaned down and kissed her cheek, his hands roaming her sphere, spreading her open. Her anus winked brown, and he kissed down into her crack and rimmed her.

  “I love it when a guy licks my ass!”

  “He's just warming you up,” Evie promised. “Now keep licking. I need a nice cum.”

  “Didn't get enough on the dance floor?”

  “Nope.”

  Frank pushed his tongue into Grace's bowels, hot and sour and tight. The redhead moaned and cooed as she noisily ate out his wife, and Evie's voice sang her passion. Frank's fingers slid up her thigh to the redhead's shaved pussy, finding her silky lips slick with her arousal, and teased her. He circled her vulva, just brushing her protruding labia and nudging her hard clit.

  Her rear flexed, squeezing his probing tongue every time he brushed her clit. He savored her tasty ass, sucking and swirling his tongue until her cries were loud and passionate, begging for satisfaction. He teased her more, her hips writhing as she hovered on the edge of her orgasm.

  “Please!” she gasped. “I need to cum. Lick my pussy!”

  “That's it,” cooed Evie. “Beg like the little slut you are! You're my husband's slut!”

  “I'll be any man's slut right now! I'm so close!”

  Frank pulled his lips away, rolling onto his back and sliding his face between her thighs, staring up at her shaved and flushed slit. Her labia protruded, dark with her lust, and he could smell her tart passion. He grabbed her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks, and pulled her down to his awaiting lips. His tongue dug into her furrow.

  She moaned her pleasure. Her body shook. Her juices flowed. She cried out in relief, muffled by Evie's pussy. Frank drank her passion, gulping down every drop that flowed into his mouth as his tongue explored her fields. His fingers dipped into her ass crack, finding her asshole wet with his saliva, and he teased her hole as he pleasured her cunt.

  “Oh, fuck!” she gasped as his finger pushed deep into her velvety ass. “I'm cumming again! Oh, fuck!”

  “Umm, keep moaning into my pussy and you'll get me off,” Evie promised.

  Frank lapped at Grace's cunt and shoved a second finger into her backdoor. Her hips flexed, pressing her pussy tight against his hungry lips. His cock ached to be buried in female flesh. He concentrated on Grace's clit, swirling his tongue around her bud. The redhead gasped and moaned as he kept her orgasms flooding through her, not giving her any respite.

  He loved eating pussy.

  “Oh, yes! She's making me cum, Frank! This delightful slut's sending me to the moon! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck yes!” Her cries turned into shuddering moans, then he heard a great sigh escape her lips. “That was what I needed!”

  Frank pulled from Grace's pussy. “Good, because I need some pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  “Yes, Master,” she cooed.

  “You have her wrapped around your pinky,” giggled Grace, sitting up, rubbing her pussy around his lips.

  “Only when we're playing,” Evie admitted. “He lets me make all the other decisions in our life.”

  “Hen pecked?”

  Evie straddled him, her hands caressing his cock. “Just laid back. But when his dick is hard, he takes what he wants!”

  Frank moaned as his wife sank down on his cock, groaning into Grace's smothering pussy. She worked her hips, sliding her pussy up and down on him, squeezing as she rose up and swirling her hips when just the tip of his cock remained in her, then she settled back down. She knew how to work his cock.

  “You have a great ass,” Evie cooed. Her hands slid up his chest, reaching Grace's body and joining his hands as they probed her asshole. “Keep her cheeks spread open. I want to taste her.”

  Frank was happy to comply, pulling his fingers out, spreading open Grace's ass. Evie shifted, leaning down his body, the silken fabric of her dress rubbing against his chest as her hips rocked on his cock. Grace squealed as Evie slurped and licked at her asshole.

  “Oh, shit! You guys are wonderful. I'm going to cum again.”

  Evie moaned in answer, squeezing and pumping on his cock. His balls ached, and the pleasure gathered at the tip of his cock, ready to spill into her pussy. He squeezed her ass, thrusting his cock up into her and groaning into Grace's tart snatch.

  “Oh, yes! That's it! You two are amazing! Oh, fuck! I'm going to explode! Keep licking me!”

  More tart and wonderful juices flooded his mouth, her pussy sliding across his lips as Grace's body spasmed. She gasped and groaned, and then rolled off of them. Suddenly, Evie's face floated above him, twisted with pleasure, and she leaned down and kissed him, her mouth sour with Grace's ass.

  Frank exploded into her pussy.

  He wrapped his arms around his wife, savoring the feel of her as his pleasure pulsed out of him. He kept squeezing her to him until his passion died. She writhed on him, rocking on his softening dick, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. She gasped into his mouth, trembling in his arms, and then she collapsed.

  “Oh, Frank, that was amazing,” she gasped she stared down at him.

  “You two really love each other, huh?” Grace marveled.

  “Yes, we do,” Evie declared.

  Frank just panted, his mouth thick with Grace's musk, his heart pounding with lust for his wife.

  “So, are you interested in playing musical chairs?” Grace asked. “It's quite naughty the way they play it here.”

  “Absolutely,” Evie laughed. “I'm so glad we met you, Grace.”

  “Oh, thank you,” giggled the redhead, her green eyes dancing. “I do so love new members!”

  Chapter Four: Musical Chairs

  Evie and Frank had an hour to recover before musical chairs started. They passed the time sitting at a small table in a quieter lounge, sipping vodkas, empty bottles of water scattered on the table—they had both needed to rehydrate. Grace walked up, returning from signing them up to play. “Just in time,” she laughed. “It's popular, but I managed to get us all in.”

  “So how's it played?” Evie asked, curiosity burning in her as the vodka buzzed through her veins.

  “Well, everyone gets naked and the the men sit on the chairs,” Grace answered. “First the women blow their partners, getting them erect. It's usually not hard.” Her husband sniggered like a schoolboy and she couldn't help letting out a snort of laughter. Grace raised her eyebrow, giving them both a look. “Then, you mount your partner and fuck him for about a minute. When the music starts playing, every woman dismounts and you begin walking around the chairs. When the music stops you jump on whatever cock is nearby and fuck away.”

  “How wicked,” Evie laughed. “You're going to get so much pussy, Frank.”

  A big grin crossed her husband's lips, then he frowned. “So, how does anyone get eliminated?”

  “Well, when a man cums, there's one less mount. And every woman that doesn't find a mount gets eliminated.”

  “I cannot wait,” she moaned, shifting in her seat.

  “It won't be long now,” Grace answered.

  Evie finished her vodka, then noticed the bulge in her husband's pants. “Recovered already?” she laughed. “It's like you're in college again.”

  “You've known each other since college?” Grace asked.

  She smiled, patting her husband fondly. “College sweethearts. We married right after graduation.”

  “How long?”

  “Fourteen years in a month,” Frank answered.

  “It's been hard to keep the spark going sometimes,” Evie smiled. “But it's all been worth it.”

  Grace grinned and her green eyes twinkled. “I bet it has.”

  “What about you?” Evie asked, pointing at the large diamond adorning Grace's wedding band. “Is your husband around here?”

  “God, no. My husband doesn't know how to have fun.”

  “Then why did you marry him.”

  “He's a billionaire,” she answered. “He's the CEO of Microtech.”

  “Oh, wow. My best friend's husband works there.”

  A grin split her husband's face. They had gotten together with Cherry last Friday, fucking her while she had phone sex with her husband. Cherry loved to cuckold Steve, and when Steve cuckqueened her back, she went just wild. I didn't get it, but Frank and I were more than happy to enjoy the benefits of their relationship.

  “Anyway,” Grace continued, “what my husband doesn't know about my affairs won't cause him to divorce me.”

  “Well, we won't tell, right?” she asked Frank.

  Frank shrugged. “I don't know the guy.”

  “Excellent,” Grace smiled. “Well, they should be starting soon. Shall we.”

  “Let's.”

  There were fifteen men and fifteen women in the game. Everyone stripped and Evie eyed all the potential cocks she could be fucking. Some were fat and short, others long and skinny, with all the other shapes in between, including a nice, Black cock that reminded her of Officer Connoly's fine specimen. Her and Frank hadn't gotten together with the Black cop in a month, and Evie was thinking about another game to play with him.

  Frank was always so passionate after the cop was through with her, his jealous lust burning bright.

  “All right, you know how it's played,” the DJ announced. “Men take your seats and women start sucking!”

  Frank sat down, but a svelte, Hispanic woman beat Evie to her husband. The other women were falling to their knees, sucking cocks into their mouths. Evie searched for a free man, and found a guy with a short, thick cock. She fell to her knees, sucking the strangers half-hard cock into her mouth.

  “That's it,” groaned the guy. “Worship my cock.”

  His hands stroked her black hair and his words made her pussy ache.

  “I can't wait to feel your cunt wrapped around my dick. I loved watching you dance.”

  She sucked harder. Around them, men and women clapped and cheered, calling out suggestions and betting which guy would cum first and which woman would make them cum. “That black-haired woman is one hot cunt!” a woman laughed. “Did you see her on the dance floor. Two cocks! What a slut!”

  Evie grinned around her mouthful of dick.

  “All right, ladies, mount your cocks and start fucking!”

  Evie bolted up straddling the stranger's waist, his cock, which had grown a few more inches, stabbed her pussy, stretching her open. She moaned, working her hips and grinding her clit into his groin. The spectators claps, cheers, and dirty words had her pussy worked up to a frenzy and she wanted to cum so bad as she writhed on the strange man.

  “You are a hot cunt!” chuckled her partner. “That's it. Work my cock! I wouldn't mind cumming in your hot snatch!”

  Her orgasm neared, churning in her belly. She moaned and gasped, her butt clenching as she worked her tunnel around his cock. She was so close to bliss, needing just a few more—

  “And dismount!”

  Music boomed through the room, strumming and thudding like a porno's soundtrack. Evie groaned, pulling off her hard cock, her pussy aching to be filled again. Juices trickled down her thighs as she walked in a circle around the guys. Already one man was missing and a dusky woman beamed as cum leaked down her thighs. The empty chair was approaching, and Evie's heart beat faster. She didn't want to be eliminated right off the bat—she wanted one of these fine, glistening cocks to make her cum.

  The music stopped.

  She flung herself on the nearest man, impaling her pussy on his cock, bouncing up and down without even looking at who she was fucking. His hands wrapped around her, squeezing her ass as she worked her pussy up and down on his cock in a frenzy to cum. Her passion burned, her orgasm nearing as she ground her clit into his crotch. So close. Her eyes squeezed shut, she threw back her head and—

  “Dismount!” The music pulsed and thudded through the room over the cheers of the spectators.

  Moaning in frustration, she climbed off her cock. Two more men had been eliminated and two more women strutted with pride. Two of the empty chairs were side-by-side, approaching her as she walked. I don't want to be eliminated. I want to cum. I want to win.

  She reached the empty seats.

  The music stopped.

  She dropped on the lap of the man to the right of the empty seats, bumping a shorter woman out of the way. A thick cock stabbed into her. It was that hunky, Black man. She shuddered, moaning into his throat as she fucked his big, Black dick, his shaft stretching her pussy until she thought she was going to explode.

  “Work those hips!” moaned the man. “All you White women are sluts for what I'm packing.”

  She didn't answer, reduced to moaning as her orgasm erupted through her, shaking on his lap as liquid heat filled her veins. Her hips never stopped pumping. She didn't want this wonderful explosion to end.

  “What a slut!” he chucked, his hands squeezing her ass, shoving her hips down on his cock. “You're in luck. Here comes a big old load of Black man's seed!”

  He erupted into her, and she gasped and shuddered. “I made him cum!” she moaned as men and women cheered her on.

  “Dismount!”

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