Our first orgy

My husband, Jim, was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were on our way to a party at Julia and Phil’s place. I took Jim’s left hand (In Australia we drive on the left-hand side of the road so the driver sits behind the steering wheel on the right-hand side of the car.) and slid it up my bare thigh, under my short skirt towards my wet pussy.

“Jenny! What are you doing?”

“I want you to know that I’m not wearing panties, and I want you to feel me up whenever we dance together tonight. OK?”

“I think that should be possible. Do you want everyone to know what’s going on?”

“That depends on how many drinks I’ve had.”

“How many before you want them all to know?”

“I think that the first one or two might be enough. Do you think that I’m a slut?”

“Yes. I love being married to a slut.”

At the party there were two other couples that we had not met before. Mary, Julia’s younger sister was with her boyfriend, Tony. They were a very attractive couple, but very young, just barely adult. And Henry was a friend of Phil’s, married to (or living with?) Suzie. They were also a very attractive couple, a little closer to our age.

For some time we sat around, eating and drinking and chatting about nothing in particular, although sexual innuendo was a major part of the conversation. Finally Julia stood up and put some music on and pulled Phil up to dance with her. I jumped up too and pulled Jim up to dance with me. The music was pretty lively so we decided to jive to it. When Jim realised that my skirt was very short and very full so that when he twirled me around it flew up revealing my bare arse and pussy to anyone who was looking, he kept me twirling around most of the time until I had to grab hold of him to steady myself because I was so giddy.

By then I had had three, possibly four drinks, and was quite unconcerned at what had been on display. Besides, the applause that we got when the dance finished suggested that the others had enjoyed our performance. The next piece was slower so we danced close together, and Jim made no effort to disguise the fact that he was finger fucking me as we danced. When a second slow number started Henry stood up and tapped Jim on the shoulder and asked to dance with me.

I tried, successfully I hope, to hide my disappointment because Jim had had me on the verge of an orgasm and I didn’t want the finger fucking to stop. I needn’t have worried because Henry held me pressed against him with his left arm, and his right hand went straight to my pussy.

“My goodness you’re wet. Have you been enjoying having Jim’s fingers in your cunt while everyone was watching.”

“Was everyone watching us? I was only aware of Jim and the music and his magical fingers. I was almost cumming when the music stopped. Please don’t stop finger fucking me.”

Then I clung to his neck and kissed him on the lips and our tongues explored each other’s mouth. If being finger fucked by my husband in front of all these people was exciting, being finger fucked by this man that I had only met about an hour earlier was incredible. Within minutes I was cumming and everyone knew it when I announced my release to the world.

“Ahh! Fuck yes! Oh shit that’s wonderful! Ahh! Ahh!”

Embarrassed now I looked around the room. Everyone was grinning and cheering or clapping. I looked for Jim and found that he had been dancing with Suzie (Henry’s partner) and they were standing very close to each other and clapping our performance.