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The Swap ClubChapter 15: Halloween free porn video
As I expected, Carol and Denise were happy to help. For the next several weeks I could usually find one or the other or sometimes both yacking with Deb around the kitchen table. By general agreement it was decided to move the party to the Friday after Halloween. We didn’t want Trick or Treaters disturbing this party!
We shuffled the boys off to my folks for the weekend. They wanted to stay for the party, but Mom and Dad were firm and said, “No.” And besides, Gram and Gramps were taking them to the zoo on Saturday. Appeased, they settled down and I drove them over and dropped them off.
When I got home, Denise left to go home and change and return with Jeff. Carol was setting up some hors d’oerves in the kitchen. “Jerry will come over in a bit, and I’ve got my costume here already. I’ll change in a bit,” she explained. I nodded and headed for the bedroom to shower and put on my toga. This basically involved wrapping a bedsheet died purple once over my shoulder and several times around my waist, then tying a gold sash around my waist to hold it together. Maybe the beach sandals were a mite out of place, but emperors get some leeway. I headed back to the living room.
Carol was apparently changing in the bathroom because Deb would have probably changed in our bedroom. I continued down the hall and downstairs, where I found my sweetie in the laundry room off the kitchen. Debby must have changed there. She was kneeling and strapping on some high-heeled sandals. Her outfit was as simple as my costume. She had taken a large pillowcase and slit the seams along each long side the entire length. With scissors, she had cut a large Vee at the closed end, then slipped it over her head. A gold-colored drapery cord was wrapped around her waist, holding the front and back against her body. It was simple and stunning, and very, very short. Pulled down far enough to cover her pussy, it rode up enough in the back to give a good glimpse of the bottoms of her cheeks.
“Now that looks good!” I exclaimed. “I want you to wear that again, some other time, too.” I moved up behind her. “I need some tradition right now.”
“Jimmy! What if Carol comes in?” she asked, backing up against me and rubbing her ass against me.
“She’ll just have to wait her turn,” I replied. “Besides, I need some practice in pulling this up.” I pulled the toga high enough that my hard and stiff cock poked out from underneath, then moved forward. Debby’s comments were in jest only because she immediately spread her legs wide and bent forward. As soon as I was buried to the hilt, I let go the toga and grabbed her waist. I pushed her forward against the side of the dryer and began bucking against her. An interesting if unplanned aspect of Debby’s costume was that the “shoulder straps” kept slipping off her shoulders. She was really showing, swaying to and fro, as we passionately screwed.
I was beginning to peak when Carol walked in. “Hey Debby, got a safety pin? Oh, excuse me.” My moment passed as we turned to face Carol. “Don’t stop for me!” she cried out, and I began a slow in-and-out.
Carol stood there in black high heels and fishnet stockings held up by garters. The garters were attached to a strapless “Merry Widow” which cupped and exposed her mammoth breasts. Crotchless panties were the only other thing she wore, but she held a small dress in her hands. She leaned against the washer and watched us. “The safety pin can wait guys. What’s up, getting a little ahead of time?” Debby explained about our tradition. Carol nodded. “Yeah, Jerry and I always try to get some ahead of time, too. Before I came over, he did me in the ass. Really great! I hope you don’t mind if I watch?”
By now I couldn’t have cared if the President and the Pope wanted to watch. I began to pound my wife’s wet and willing cunt and Debby began to clamp her twat around me. Next to us, Carol began to pinch and rub her nipples, which stiffened delightfully. Taking one hand off my wife’s ass, I reached over and began to finger fuck Carol. She gasped and came immediately, grabbing my hand and holding it between her thighs. Debby and I came shortly thereafter.
“Thanks, Jimmy, you’re a sweetheart. I’ll make sure to take care of Your Highness later,” she said, as Debby and I adjusted our outfits.
“Emperors are called Your Excellency,” I commented.
“We’ll have to see just how excellent you are.” She kissed my cheek as I went to answer the door. “Now, the safety pin?” she asked Debby.
The night went pretty well, I thought, considering it was our first attempt. The costumes were interesting, to say the least. Carol’s dress turned out to be a low cut black mini dress of the “French Maid” type, and Jerry wore tails like a butler. Dan and Cindy came as cowboy and cowgirl. If real cowgirls dressed that way, the West would never have been won. Stetson hat, leather vest (unbuttoned, nothing beneath), denim string panties, leather chaps, and boots. Ride ‘em cowboy! Jeff wore a three-piece suit from the Seventies, with wide lapels, and a lot of jewelry, while Denise wore all this really trashy shit. Thigh-high patent leather high-heeled boots, miniskirt and bustier. A hooker and her pimp. The Wests got really campy. Alice wore a really slinky sheer silk night gown and matching stockings and heels, and Ted rented a gorilla suit. King Kong and Fay Wray! They took the prize for the night.
The biggest surprise was the Summers, though. Bobbi showed up last of all, just before things got going, towing another girl in her wake. She explained that Bob had at a conference at the Capital and had suggested she bring her sister with her. Most of us just stared and whispered to our spouses. Cindy and I, closest to the door, took Bobbi aside. “Does your sister know what gives?” I whispered, looking over at the newcomer. Very pretty girl, maybe a year younger than Bobbi. They were both wearing nurse’s uniforms, sort of. Very short white tunics that zipped up the front, sheer white stockings, and high white heels. They had stethoscopes around their necks, tucked into their tunics which were unzipped to the waist, with nothing underneath.
“Yeah, I mean does she know just what sort of party this is?” asked Cindy, lowly.
Bobbi smiled and put a hand on each of our arms. “It’s no sweat. She’s into swinging, too. She’s only in town for the weekend and I couldn’t just leave her at home. Trust me, we share everything.” At the last remark, Bobbi winked lewdly.
“Everything?” I asked.
“Everything. We share Bob, too, at least when he’s home.”
“Holy shit!” commented an awed Cindy. “The family that plays together really does stay together, huh.” She looked over at me and shrugged. “Okay with the female contingent. It’s your party.”
I nodded an assent. Leading the way over to Terry, which was our guest’s name, I welcomed her. I kissed her on the cheek and said, “Hi. I’m Jimmy. Let me introduce you to everybody.” I took her arm and led her through the room. In about fifteen minutes, Terry had blended in like a long-time member of the group. Very personable young lady. Some of the group was beginning to pair off as I led Terry to a makeshift bar. Bobbi and Debby had joined other couples exploring the house. I poured Terry some white wine and got a beer for myself and led Terry to the couch.
It took me a moment to arrange my toga, then Terry sat down next to me, very close, and crossed her legs. A really great set of wheels! Her uniform rode well up her legs and the lace tops to her stockings became quite visible. Terry pulled the shiny end of the stethoscope out of her top and idly twirled it in her fingers. I followed her motions closely. A great set of hooters showed under the widespread zippers. “You wouldn’t happen to really be a nurse, would you?” I asked.
“Why, yes, actually I am,” she replied. She set down her wine and tugged her zipper even lower, so I could see the tops of white lacy panties. “Are you in any pain I could help you with?”
“Well I have been suffering a bit. I’m somewhat swollen and inflamed the last few minutes.”
“Here, let me look,” she said. Terry reached down and pulled my toga slowly up my legs. I held the fabric at my waist. “Oh, my! I’m afraid this needs prompt and professional care. You shouldn’t handle this. We wouldn’t want any accidental discharge. Allow me.”
“Please,” I remarked. Terry shifted around and slid off the couch. Crouching between my outstretched legs, she opened her mouth and lowered her lips onto my straining penis. In moving around, her tits had popped out of the front of her dress. They were her sister’s size I guessed, 36Cs, and they swayed from side to side as she deep-throated me to a fast cum. Fresh meat really turned me on, though, and almost as soon as I finished coating her tonsils and she had squatted back on her heels I was hard again.
“Wow! This is a really severe case. It needs some more work,” she said, and crawled up onto my lap. She straddled me and unzipped her tunic. I helped her take it off and saw her white lace panties were crotchless. This was great because she promptly snuggled forward and lowered herself onto me. Reaching down, she spread the fabric and her pussy lips apart, guiding me up and in. Then she laced her fingers behind my neck and began to slowly rock atop me. This fuck could have lasted forever, for all I cared. But Bobbi returned, also out of uniform, and plopped down next to me.
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