Group Fucking When I Swing With Young Couple and Fat Old Bastard Neighbor

The sordid tale begins on a sultry summer evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the quiet suburban neighborhood. The Johnsons, a young, attractive couple, had just returned from a swanky cocktail party, their heads buzzing with champagne and illicit desires. Sarah, a slender blonde with perky breasts and an insatiable appetite for pleasure, suggested to her husband Tom that they take their newfound inebriated confidence and throw caution to the wind.

“Let’s invite the neighbors over for a little fun,” Sarah purred, her crimson lips curled into a wicked grin. “You know, the Rodmans next door… they’re always so… adventuresome.”

Tom’s eyes widened, but the alcohol coursing through his veins washed away any hesitation. “Baby, you’re outrageous… but I like it!” He slapped her pert behind playfully. “Let’s do this!”

Minutes later, a timid knock sounded at the Rodmans’ door. John answered, his eyes widening as he took in Sarah’s low-cut cocktail dress and the hungry look on Tom’s face. “Well well, what a delightful surprise!” he exclaimed, ushering them in.

His wife Lisa greeted them, looking equally surprised but thrilled. She was a curvy woman, her ample chest straining against her silk robe, her blonde hair tousled and wild around her face. “Is this a booty call, or a booty offer?” she giggled, leading them to the living room.

The couples settled in, sipping cocktails and making small talk, the sexual tension building with each passing minute. Finally, Sarah could stand it no longer. She leaned over and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on Tom’s lips, her tongue delving into his mouth. Beside them, Lisa gasped and John squirmed uncomfortably in his chair.

“Let’s skip the foreplay, shall we?” Sarah smiled, pushing Tom back against the couch. To the Rodmans’ surprise, Tom began to unzip Sarah’s dress, exposing her perfect breasts to their greedy eyes. “Care to join us?” Sarah purred, reaching out a hand to Lisa.

Lisa hesitation only lasted a moment before she took Sarah’s hand and allowed herself to be pulled in close. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Sarah’s hands roaming the older woman’s voluptuous curves. Tom watched, stroking himself through his slacks, as Sarah deftly untied Lisa’s robe, revealing her soft, pale body.

John cleared his throat nervously, but Tom grabbed his hand and placed it on Sarah’s breast, chuckling. “Come on, John. Don’t be shy, man!” He moved behind Sarah, sliding her dress over her hips and exposing her glistening pink slit.

Lisa sank to her knees, pushing Tom’s hand aside to replace it with her own eager mouth. John joined in now full force, pawing at Sarah’s tits while Tom fucked her from behind. The men watched in awe as Lisa ate Sarah out like a woman starved, her blonde hair splayed across the younger woman’s slender thighs.

For a while, it was a wild orgy of flesh and groping hands, hard cocks and aching cunts. Lisa rode Tom’s face while Sarah sucked John’s thick member, their moans and gasps of pleasure echoing off the walls. The sight of the naughty, curly-haired blonde switch-hitting between the two hard cocks was almost too much to bear.

The night stretched on, the four neighbors fucking in every imaginable position until finally, spent and satisfied, they collapsed in a messy, tangled heap. Lisa curled up against Tom’s side, his softening cock still slick with her juices. John spooned himself behind Sarah, one heavy hand resting possessively on her breast.

As dawn broke, the adulterous lovers said their goodbyes, freeloading on each other’s “Golden Showers” before reentering their homes. Wives went about their mothers duties and husbands acted as if all was normal. They felt satisfied in their little bit of debauchery on the side that would inevitably act as a stress relief from their monotonous lives. It was one of those “Don’t go telling your wife I told you” kinda nights. But secretly, they all wanted more. A lot more.

And they got it, again and again, every chance they could sneak away. group fucking wasn’t enough. Now there were bi-curious bi women who were willing to suffice any fantasy they could dream of. The swingers became more and more daring with each tryst, exploring new fetishes and depravities together.

One night, John suggested “Hey guys, why don’t we invite the creepy old codger I share a fence with? He’s got money to burn and we could all use a mood cush.” His words were met with a reluctance at first but were eventually met with agreement. Heck, they were willing to suck Satan’s dick at this point if it meant getting another fix of sexual depravity.

And soon enough, he delivered. When the skinny, greasy old off-white, half-Glaswegian gentleman knocked on the door, he was welcomed in with bacon wrapped tits and a joint. What seemed like hours of open-bottling, free-base blow jobs, a 3sole lick, and an endless slobbering lesbian dream later, he offhandedly dropped at least a million dollars along with whatever alimony he had. The old Jew was rich enough to afford to go solo, or so he claimed.

The marital couple grew accustomed to the kinky older man’s visits and focused less on the wealth, more on the length of his crooked cock. What seemed like a sudden act of insane depravity by women soon blossomed into a full-on bukkake and squirting all-nighter every weekend. Sometimes they saw two women being slobbed on his young cock simultaneously, pulling his curly old balls in unison, cumming together, and “it sounds cliche but true” they enjoyed his beastly dick.

The swingers enjoyed being subservient, period. Whether it was submitting to the older man or submitting to the passionate couples straight fucking, or being dominated and used as glovers for his detached, 10-inch-fatty (finger). Each encounter brought together a dysfunctional family.

By the end of the book, the swingers were hooked on the sordid lifestyle. They lived for those wild nights of uninhibited passion, when they could unleash their deepest, darkest fantasies without judgment. And the old man? He kept coming back for more, always eager to join their depraved little family.

The swinging couple and their partners knew their lives would never be the same after that fateful night. They were hooked on the thrill of the forbidden, on the rush of raw, uninhibited pleasure. And they wouldn’t have it any other way. So what if society would look down on them? They had found their true calling, their purpose in life.

To fuck, and be fucked, until the end of time.