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The Wealth of Vikings
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A tall blonde man in his late twenties greeted us when we rang the doorbell at an eight-foot door made of the finest imported wood. The Vikings were one of the wealthiest families on the Southern East Coast, and they used a portion of their wealth to build a small mansion overlooking one of the area’s most breathtaking waterways. We had managed to make their list for their Halloween party, our first lifestyle party.
“Welcome to Delly and Daniel Viking’s home. I’m Delly’s boyfriend. Daniel’s her husband,” the boyfriend said. I could see that he was trying to be polite by making eye contact with me, but his eyes kept going back to my wife, and I couldn’t blame him. “I’ll show you around, but we have to cover the rules first.”
We had entered the lifestyle a month before and had only one experience. Before that, I was not sure swinging was a real activity. I had seen it featured poorly in film and TV shows, but I didn’t know if people really did this until we found SDC.com and started talking online to real couples.
“What are the rules?” I asked.
“Consent always,” the boyfriend said. He held an open hand out to my wife, who was wearing a short black dress that barely covered her ass. Her legs were wrapped in fishnets that traveled into knee-high black leather boots. “Can I kiss you?” he asked her.
She looked at me with hope. I nodded in support.
“Yes, you can kiss me,” she said and leaned in as his large hand gently caressed her face, pulling her, his forearm muscles needlessly flexing as she was willing and moving toward him. After they released, my wife took my sweaty hand tightly. “What are the other rules?”
“No pictures without everyone involved agreeing,” the boyfriend of Mrs. Viking said, “but you probably will see pictures taken tonight, but with consent.”
We followed the boyfriend into the grand entrance of a hallway two stories high. The walls were covered in wooden designs popular in houses of the region, something new to us as we had moved from Arizona only a year before. The boyfriend stopped to talk to a couple he seemed to know well, so we used this as a chance to explore.
“Are you okay?” She asked me. “Nervous?”
“Yep.”
“Don’t be,” a deep voice said from behind me. I jumped. “Sorry,” the man said. “I’m Daniel Viking.”
“Oh, thanks for having us,” I said. “When we saw it on SDC, I didn’t know what to expect.”
“What do you think now that you’re here?”
“I can’t say yet, but I love your home, and your wife’s boyfriend was helpful.”
“Did he show you around?” Daniel asked.
I said he had not, and Daniel asked us to follow him through a door that opened into a dark room that was lit only with red bulbs. We were now in a room 30 by 30 feet with a door on each wall, one we had just used to enter. The remaining doors were numbered 1, 2, and 3.
“What’s with the numbers?” my wife asked.
She looked up into Daniel’s strong blue eyes. His hair was silver, but his body was ageless his chest and arms were firm and large for a man in his late fifties. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt and black slacks with no shoes. “One is an orgy. Another is for only two at a time. The third is for threesomes.”
“Which is which?” I knew my wife wanted to know which room was for orgies. Before we knew about the clandestine lifestyle world, or SDC.com, or parties like this, we had watched orgy porn together. It was our shared fantasy.
“It’s a surprise,” Daniel Viking said, but then noticed my wife’s pouty face. It was a face she had used to get what she wanted since I met her as a freshman at Arizona State. “However, for you, I’ll reveal all secrets.”
“Will you take us?” She asked Daniel while caressing his thick arm. A moment later, we were in the orgy room, lit only with deep blue lights that kept shadows hidden but allowed enough light to see each curve of the dozen bodies that were intertwined on two dark leather couches and two mattresses on the floor. A woman was laid back on one of the couches while the boyfriend who had welcomed us was ramming his thick cock between her spread legs. Her black dress was pushed up above her waist and pulled down below her enhanced breasts.
The woman held out her hand. “I’m Delly Viking,” she said through gasps. She was twenty years Daniel Viking’s junior, but his sexual equal.
Then, her now-nude husband pushed the longest cock I had ever seen into her mouth. She wrapped her diamond-encrusted fingers around him and sucked until wetness rolled down her cheek and onto the couch. She released his cock from her lips and motioned to my wife. My wife went to her knees and then wrapped her hand and lips around Daniel’s cock, only reaching half his length. I kneeled, pulled her dress up, and then pushed her black panties to the side. I opened my pants and slid my hardness into her, driving deep. A nude mystery man floated in from the shadows and stood close to my wife. She reached over and grabbed his shaft and stroked him. I backed out of her and stood next to Delly, who took my cock into her mouth. A dark man was moving in and out of her rhythmically. I had not seen him before and didn’t know where the boyfriend went or when they swapped. It all moved like a dream.
“Can I touch you too?” the dark man asked. My wife agreed, and he pulled out of Delly and stood next to wife. Now she was going between three men: Daniel, the mystery man, and the dark man, taking turns sucking each.
She stood, removed her dress and panties—leaving only her knee-high boots and fishnets—and laid back onto the couch. Delly slid over to make room for her. “Gentlemen, you have my permission, my consent, and my desire to fuck me!”
Several men and women emerged from the shadows to watch my wife take Daniel into her as Delly fingered my wife’s clit. He fucked her until her tightness sent him over the edge, and he shot his cum onto her breasts. He moved away into the shadows when the mystery man got on his knees in front of her and massaged his cock into her. She moaned in appreciation of this new world we had entered and of the body against her. Delly kissed my wife, and this excited the mystery man. He lost control and shot his load onto both women, who giggled in appreciation. The shadow voyeurs applauded when the dark man finally came after twenty minutes of hard pounding, which my wife encouraged through her moans and pleading. His cum covered her stomach, and some found its way to her neck, which Delly leaned over to lick away.
I stood in shock and lust, knowing this would be the first of many parties. They say Halloween as an adult is more fun than as a kid. On that night, I agreed!
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