Our 6-Level Orgy: Beyond Swaps

(Note to Readers: Here's another visit to Sally's and Jack's orgy, where middle-aged American couples keep their libidos in good repair by banging outside matrimony--or, if that's beyond their boundaries, by messing around in ways that don't strain their marriages. This time we hear from both hosts, partly on something different: Swapping by two couples. But never fear, there's also plenty of action among a larger group of orgiasts. Enjoy!)

From Sally:

Hello! I'm writing again about our sex fun. Only this time, Jack will also be writing, because we want to go into detail about something we do together, but separately. Trust me, that will make sense later.

By now, you may have read about the orgy we host, every month or so. If you haven't, the main thing to know is that the evening advances in levels, starting with conversation, and working up gradually to what some of us think of as 'real' sex, penis-in-vagina. This progression allows people--married couples, all of them friends of ours--to have the kind of action they're comfortable with, but then stop and leave if they'd rather not go 'too far' (however they define that), either outside of their marriage, or in the presence of other people.

The 'either' and 'or' are important in this case. A certain wife and husband--who I'll call 'Charlotte' and 'Mohan'--leave the festivities, these days, long before we get to 'real' sex. And yet, with me and Jack, they enjoy a full swap, in separate locations, overnight. We've been doing this with them for years, even before we started hosting the orgy.

(By the by, all names here are fake. I'm not 'Sally,' and when I have sex with my husband I don't yell "Ohhh yes Jack!" Well, in fact, I have done that a few times, since we started writing these things, and gave ourselves these noms de perv. Just to tease him.)

I have to say that while the swap is always nice, I don't enjoy it as much as our orgy. I'm always hyped for the fun we have at home with about twenty of our favorite people. Jack agrees with me, even though after banging Charlotte, he's in a state of happy exhaustion.

Anyway, when we started the orgy, naturally we invited Mo and Char, and they were up for it. Only, after a few sessions, it was clear that they weren't into in as much as everyone else. What they learned about themselves is this: While they liked in theory the idea of banging in a big fuckpile with lots of their friends, when it actually happened, they were...timid about it.

It was for their sake that we developed the orgy the way we did. First, we offered our guest rooms, for anyone who wanted to swing privately. Then, partly because we hoped more of our friends would show up, we went along with a suggestion, from Mohan, that we approach the sex gradually. This evolved into the six-level system we use now. That was a success, because more of our friends did show up, and in time many of them got comfortable with 'real' sex, with us, and many others, right there in our living room.

For Char and Mo, though, the success was limited.

They wound down to the point of attending only through Level Four, when everyone gets naked, but the action--initially--was mainly hugs and kisses, with no direct playing with genitals. Even though our genitals are right out there, and look pretty inviting. What M&C would do is, try to get some couples interested in the kind of swapping they did with us. They'd recruit prospects, by sauntering around naked in Level Four, looking really good, making out with other folks, and setting up swaps with them. Hey, no problem! The orgy was serving yet another purpose, for those folks eager to get it on, without using our house.

Even as they've aged past forty, along with the rest of us, Mohan and Charlotte have worked hard to keep their bodies hot. When we swap, I really appreciate that! I've got tall, muscular Jack at home--but it's great to play with lean, also-muscular Mohan!

At the orgy, however, we've decided recently to do more in Level Four than just admire, and lightly caress, naked bodies. Enough people, even those reluctant to go for 'real' sex with a non-spouse, have come to accept what I see as assisted masturbation: titfucking, handjobs, and pussy fingering. A risk-free orgasm, given by someone who could be a friend, more than a lover.

Well, that's how I saw it. To Mo and Char, though, this was too much like sex, and not something they wanted to do in front of others--or even to watch. The extra Level Four action was added during one of their lengthy absences from the orgy. (They travel a lot.) When they saw what we were doing now, when we all got naked, they made out a little with other people, but mostly hung back by themselves.

They complained, to me and Jack. More openly than we would have liked. We pointed out that there was a great deal of support for the changes, among nearly all of the frequent attendees.

I think it's time for Jack to take a turn writing. He was involved, a whole lot, with what happened next.

From Jack:

Okay, Sweetie. Mohan and Charlotte also attended our next orgy. But before I get into that, I'll state clearly that I remain thrilled to enjoy 'happy exhaustion' with Sally, nearly every day, even when she yells "Jack!" Understood?

Through Level Two, Charlotte and Mohan were cordial and, as the rest of us usually are, flirtatious. They made out with several people. So, they acted pretty much as they did as 'recruiters.' The evening seemed to be going very well.

At the break after Level Two, I brought in the wheeled coat rack with hangers, so people could shed their outer clothes.

When Mohan and Charlotte did that, they seemed to go way past Level Three, almost to Level Four.

I, of course, mainly noticed Charlotte. She 'wore' a filmy mesh bra, completely see-through, and a split-crotch thong that also gave an unobstructed view of her derriere, which is somehow both lush and taut, and peach-toned, and blemish-free.

With an appreciative smile I said to her, "Getting a head start on the rest of the evening?"

Her smile was imperious. "Probably not in the way you think."

That alerted me to look for Mohan. I found him to be in a thong of his own, which his thick tool bulged to one side. One of his balls might have been at liberty, but I didn't try to confirm that.

Now, we've never declared that somebody can't get totally naked before Level Four. It's just been accepted, by all, that this doesn't happen. We don't want anyone to feel intimidated, or to create peer pressure. The gradual progress from one level to the next gives everyone a chance to adjust, and set aside their inhibitions when they're ready. (Or to leave at the end of a level, if they aren't.) Maybe, in our middle age, we value comfort more than excitement. But we're all friends, we care about each other, and we hope everyone can have a good time.

Charlotte molded her torso to mine, and reached to press her hands on my butt. I felt the stiffening of her nipples very strongly on my bared chest. My 'modest' boxers tried to retreat from my shlong.

"Two weeks from tonight," said Charlotte, with warm breath at my ear, "may Mohan and I have the pleasure of your company?"

"I think so," I croaked. That was, in fact, a date Sally and I had set aside for them, a while ago. "If not, we'll let you know tomorrow."

She chuckled. "That was easy. My work here may be done."

She drew back, turned, and walked away. Her butt, which might as well have been naked, swayed in a way I couldn't ignore.

I'll admit, I was rattled. I had become so accustomed to Level Three being a time of flirty pleasantry in underwear, that this degree of arousal threw me off my game--as badly as when Deirdre and Aaron had first visited the orgy. I was still taking slow breaths, trying to calm down, when Bonnie approached and said, "Go easy, Buckaroo. It's a long night."

Only then did I see that my cock had gone horizontal, and pushed through the vent in my shorts. I fumbled around to get it back behind fabric, to Bonnie's amusement.

Anyway, I should have suspected in advance what happened next, but I didn't. When Level Three ended, Char and Mo went to the clothes rack, got dressed, and wished us all a mockery-loaded farewell, waving goodbye to everyone as they strolled from the living room to the front hallway. I still stared after them until I heard their car start.

"So," said Sally, in a murmur to me as she doffed her undies, "They got nude-ish, but didn't have to watch people pleasuring."

"Yeah," I said, finally catching up to what they probably thought was a cunning plan (Blackadder reference). "A pretty nasty move, to get everyone worked up like that, and then bail. Should we reject the swap?"

Sally opened her mouth. Stopped. Took a breath. "Not this time. First offense."

I grinned, and lightly smacked her just-revealed bottom. "The quality of your mercy is not strained."

"Mohan can roll his tongue," she said, returning the (ahem) love-tap. "You can't."

For the record, in cunnilingus I make up in persistence what I lack in that particular genetic advantage.

Dolores and Luther didn't attend this orgy, because they were off visiting their brand-new grandchild. This meant that Bob and Steffi didn't have their usual guest-room foursome. I put moves on Steffi, and she reciprocated my attention. While we snogged naked in Level Four, she agreed to (con-)join me later for Real Sex, after we would have fun with other partners through the oral-allowed Level Five.

On to Level Six. Bob maxed his boner pill by nailing Deirdre, Conchita, and Sally. More on the latter, later. (Nearly all of the men use what I call Erectile Extra-Function pills at the orgy. Myself included. The women not only know this, but encourage it.)

Steffi was cowgirling me on floor cushions, and giving me the show that I don't get when she's in the guest room: The jouncing of her big pillowy breasts, one of which she would sometimes grab, to lick a nipple. Sally has written that I don't much care for titfucking, and that's true, but I find the breasts of our lovely ladies most enjoyable, and I do my best while fondling and kissing them to give them pleasure. I dared not let Steffi's other breast be neglected, so I gave it my diligent attention.

The nipple in my mouth was thickening, and Steffi whimpered. I also felt, from the tightening of her tunnel around my condomed, pistoning shwanz, that she was close to cumming. Yet she decided to say this:

"Do Mohan and Charlotte have a, a problem here? I, hrmm, I really liked sex with Mohan. But I've only had him once."

I needed a few seconds to process this, and to decide not to be offended that she was thinking about sex she'd had a long time ago, with a different man, while I was doing my level best, now, to thrill her lady-labyrinth. But as I opened my mouth to say something, I wasn't sure what, Steffi delivered one of her high-pitched ear-splitters.

Her vagina spasmed, squeezing me past the brink, and I accompanied her in a lower octave. I throbbed hard, so hard that I thought the condom might break. But my access to this sweet lady and her wonderful pussy had become increasingly rare, so I stayed in deep, gripping her butt cheeks, driving, flexing, putting faith in her birth control.

From across the room I heard Dan's voice, in his snarky tone. "So a cock can still do it for her, eh?"

Then, the voice of Steffi's husband, Bob, with a definite edge: "Yes. It can. And does."

Fortunately, this was one of those nights when Sally was in the living room, because Hugh's guest-room guest was Fiona. Also, Sally and Louie had already cum together (Beatles reference) and had separated. Sally sprang to her feet and said, "Dan, apologize to Steffi and Bob! Now!"

From a far sofa came the voice of Bonnie, Dan's wife: "Yeah, Asshole! You want to sleep in the car?"

I mainly heard this, seeing little of it, because I was flat on my back. Steffi was looking in the direction of what was happening. I stroked her hair, gently.

"Okay, okay," said Dan. "I'm sorry. No offense. Really. Steffi, I'm happy for you. Bob, you're incredibly lucky."

To me, this sounded sincere, to the extent Dan ever is.

All of this connects to when Steffi, and Dolores, discovered that they're bisexual, in the course of their guest-room foursome with Bob and Luther. At first, Steffi was very sensitive about this. Even now, we weren't going to allow any insults about the sex that she enjoys.

I decided that the best thing I could do for Steffi, in that moment, was to maintain our cuddlefuck, and answer her earlier question. "Mohan and Charlotte are more comfortable, I think, in two-couple swaps. In two different places. They definitely want sex with other people, but just more...private, than what we do here."

Steffi smiled. "That's good to hear. Um, they invited us once, for something like that. At the time, we'd just started having fun with Luther and Dolores, and we wanted to focus on that. I hope Mohan and Charlotte are still interested."

"Are you okay?"

Her smile grew. "Oh yeah! That might have been a multiple orgasm. Whoooh!"

I was relieved and, yes, proud. "Great! But, about what Dan said?"

Steffi still smiled. "Dan's just, you know, like what Bonnie said. I hope Bob doesn't punch him out."

"I think Sally's taking care of that," I said, and winked, knowing how my wife has dealt with such issues in the past. "She's going to have them spit-roast her. Force them to cooperate." Another example of the unstrained quality of Sally's mercy, and her tireless pursuit of healing orgasms. For others, and, oh yeah, herself.

Steffi stifled a giggle into a snort. Damn, she's so cute! My prick had been starting to soften, but now it twitched.

"Oooh!" sad Steffi, eyes widening. "I think we'll need to make bathroom trips. Separately, of course."

"Um...why?"

"Jack, even on my inside, I know the difference between condom lube and, uhh--" Now she whispered. "--a man's cum. I think you really exploded!"

"Uh, omigod--"

"Don't worry, the pill has always worked for me. And you and Sally insist that everybody gets tested." Her smile became, for her, naughty. "I like how this feels! So warm, and gooey. And, oooh, so much of it! I'll tell Bob, but only after we get home."

I think we didn't give anything away as we separated, got up, and departed the living room.

When we returned, Steffi asked me, not quietly enough, "Do you use condoms with Mohan and Charlotte?"

"That's private," I muttered. Fortunately, Steffi wasn't offended. She went over to join the crowd that kibitzed, while Bob and Dan, friends again, banged my wife's pussy and mouth, respectively (and respectfully).

I followed, and sat cross-legged between Steffi and Bonnie. The topic from earlier in the evening was again in discussion.

Bob said, "I tried to encourage Charlotte, the way she was dressed."

"Dressed?" said Bonnie. Many of us laughed.

With a grin, Bob continued. "I offered to make out slow and smooth. But she was all look-but-don't-touch."

"Join the club," said Dan sourly. Then he leaned down towards Sally's head. "Is it okay if I call her a pricktease? She's not here anymore."

Sally freed her mouth to say, "Did you really want me to stop blowing you?"

"A thumbs-up or -down would have worked."

"B-but now, I'm about t'cuh-cum!" said Sally, head rearing back. "An' clench m'teeth!" Which she did. She definitely came on Bob's cock , but the teeth was theatrical shtick. Dan probably knew this, but played it up, leaning back from her, upright cock shedding saliva.

Like a good boner-pill user, Bob then cut loose his own orgasm. This presently allowed Sally to finish Dan off with her pussy. I glommed onto Bonnie, and with a fresh condom, I got her into missionary. With regret, I heard Steffi say to Bob, "So, does this mean Mohan and Charlotte don't want us?"

From Sally:

I'll write again. I think we need to go back to when we started with Mohan and Charlotte. Our origin story, like we don't ever need to see again in a Batman movie.

When we were much younger, but just as horny, Jack and I went to swinger parties. These were large gatherings of F+M couples at a house with plenty of bedrooms. Unlike our orgy, though, in the main gathering place everyone stayed dressed. People would swap by writing names on slips of paper. Men would write their names on blue, women on pink, and the slips would then be placed in a blue jar and a pink jar. Women would draw from blue, or men would draw from pink. Swapped couples would then retreat to the bedrooms, one couple in each. Yes, this was very straight and one-on-one, but at the time this was seen as wildly transgressive action.

About an hour later, the lovers would return to the main gathering place (again dressed). Some married couples would then reassemble, and leave, while others would hang around and chat, with a few drinks.

In those days, it was much less common for men to take ED pills recreationally, or to admit that they took them at all (for any reason). It was assumed at a swinger party that every man would be good for only one worthwhile erection. Thus the sex portion of the evening ended with plenty of time left for socializing.

This was how we met many of the people who became our orgy fuck buddies. And also Mohan and Charlotte. That was at a party when we had not, in fact, slept with either of them. In subsequent cocktail conversation, however, we found ourselves to be friendly-and-then-some.

I said something to the effect of, "Too bad, about the luck of the draw."

Mohan quietly said, "We could do something about that. I could ask Richie if the bedrooms are now off limits."

Also quietly, Charlotte added, "They're often still available."

Jack and I shared a glance.

Every bit as quietly, I asked Jack, "Do you think you're capable?" Full disclosure: Unmedicated, with me, Jack routinely gets two good hardons in one session.

With a leering glance at Charlotte, Jack said, "Ohhh yesss!"

Mohan added, "I wouldn't have brought this up, if I weren't."

I grinned at him. "I'm definitely interested!"

Ten minutes later, we held our first swap.

Our initial attraction was quite physical. Mohan was like a Krishna illustration, adapted to the more native South Asians: Coal-black hair and beard, reddish-brown skin, piercing black eyes, lean frame with broad shoulders. Charlotte was tall and willowy, red hair in tumbling waves, delicate facial features, sleek legs curved by high heels. Jack was even more showily muscled than he is now, brown hair then without any gray, long nose, lantern jaw. My hair was long and straight then, thick enough so the mousy brown wasn't an issue (my hair is now short and blond), and my gym-toning looked great naked, especially with the big boobs that then rode high on the rib cage.

The bedrooms were far apart, but the other room was as loud as the one I was in. Probably we were heard in the whole house. As far as I know, nobody complained. We sure didn't!

As exhausted as we were, when Jack and I got home that night, we had a lot to talk about.

We had exchanged contact info, but at first we just continued to go to swinger parties--when we knew that M&C would be there also. As needed, we nailed each other as we had before, in a second session. Finally, our lovers proposed through email that we set up a swap of our own, free from the time limits of someone else's house.

In their Step One, both couples would drive to a restaurant, and we'd enjoy a nice dinner together. Step Two: We'd depart as swapped couples--so, having arrived as Husband-A-plus-Wife-A, and Husband-B-plus-Wife-B, we'd depart as Husband-A-plus-Wife-B, and Husband-B-plus-Wife-A. Step Three: The swapped couples would stay the night at their separate houses. Step Four: A+B and B+A would drive to the same restaurant, and enjoy brunch together. Step Five: we'd leave as A+A and B+B.