Whispers Sunday Cookout

A true story told by Mike and Lydia

Mike

So, we'd planned to meet up with Anna and Terry at Whispers for the Sunday barbecue. They've been to a couple of our parties, and we really hit it off with them. A few weeks ago, Lydia and Terry had hooked up at Flirt, and that was amazing to watch, so I was pretty happy this was going to happen. We head over and get checked in, then find a nice spot by the pool.

<makes mental note to arrive at exactly 1200 next time, so as to get a deck chair with a better view>

I had known that Lydia had plans with Terry, so for me, the day was about a few things. For starters, I wanted to make some new friends, so when we come at some time when everyone's busy, we don't just sulk in the corner. Whispers is very clicque-ish, and I was determined to join - 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 - one, as needed. I went to toss our shit in the locker, and, by the time I came back, my normally shy wife was tits out by the pool, getting some sun.

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So, I settled in to watch the titties. (That's really what I'm there for, right? I have some pretty strict rules I have to follow in our play, so my plan was just to kick back, see some tits, watch Terry fuck her, hang out with Anna, and try one of these legendary burgers everyone's been raving about. (Anna is a vegan, and even she was like, "Nah, I'm stepping off the wagon for one of those.") We moved over to the pool, and sat down next to this couple who was in from out of town. The dude was... most of the criteria for what Lydia likes, and his partner was totally my type. (While I didn't plan to play, I would not turn down the opportunity, and if this couple's rule was "full swap or no swap", well, I wasn't going to complain about a short, chubby, big-titty Latina in my lap. I'll just have to take one for the team. My story, and I'm sticking to it.)

Lydia

So, while Michael is chatting up this couple of out-of-towners, Terry comes to the pool and sits down beside me. I move over into his lap. He starts nuzzling on my neck a bit while Michael and Anna were chatting with what seemed to be everyone at the party. I will never understand how those two social butterflies have the energy to just meet all kinds of people and talk to them. Yuck. He says that he got my share of extroversion, and gave me his share of introversion, so we're covalently bonded. He's a nerd.

Terry slips a hand underneath me, and starts rubbing my clit. I almost lose my balance and fall into the pool, but his large, strong hands hold me in place. He clamps one massive paw over my tit, and pulls me backwards further on to him. I can see the smile on Michael's face as he watches me cum... and again... while Terry does this, and I'm powerless to speak at this point.

Mike

Ok, so the Lydia and Terry thing was cooking nicely, and so I focused my attention on getting another batter ready to go when they got back. (It's so rare that I can get her out in a social setting; I wanted to make sure she was as dicked down as she could get.) I watched her grind on Terry for a bit, seeing her eyes bulge and roll back in her head every time she came on his fingers. You go, bro! She doesn't like it when I do that. (Don’t worry; I make up for it in other ways.) Terry asked me if it’s cool if he takes her back to one of the rooms; I’m like, “Dude, you’re literally why we’re here.” So, they headed off to the Purple Rain room (ok, I found that part out later), and Anna and I went back to chatting up everyone we could. So, I probably should have mentioned the girl in the purple swimsuit earlier. After the out-of-town couple took the earliest opportunity to ditch us, this woman and her husband got into the pool. She was about 5’3”, probably about 190ish, and stunningly beautiful, with sparkly eyes, luxurious, curly brown hair, intoxicating little quirky smile. (I mentioned that I like short, chubby Latinas, right? How they’re my ultimate Kryptonite, and probably the reason I couldn’t ever have a security clearance? “Hey, tell us [secret], and we’ll give you naked pictures of Ivy Doomkitty!” Sold. Now you know my weakness.) Now, I have a rule by which we play – Lydia gets my first orgasm of the day, and if I can summon a boner again, then I can put it into anyone who consents. (Sucks getting old, man.) When I saw this girl, however, a phrase entered my mind, and would not dissipate: It's easier to obtain forgiveness than permission. I determined, that, if Anna and I can convince this couple to play, I would bend this rule. However, they had been locked in continuous eye contact since they arrived, and I’m nothing if not unfailingly polite, so I never found an opportunity to interrupt and make my pitch. So, we chatted with some other folks. Met a few new people – some even new to town, so, between “look at tits” and “make new friends”, I’ve checked off my to-do list. (I have a feeling someone will forward this to my boss, who will then say, “Ha! I knew that motherfucker knew how to use a checklist!”) Got a couple of phone numbers, and were chatting, when Lydia and Terry came back out to the main living room area.

Lydia

We go into the Purple Rain room together. I’m already so excited that I’m almost buzzing, and my pussy is wet enough to feel it on my thighs. Immediately, he pushes me down onto the bed, where I turn and get on my knees, and shoves his thick, hard cock into my mouth. I take him into me with greed and lust, as if I’m trying to pull his whole essence into my mouth. I was so worked up for the past few days, waiting for today. I let him fuck my face, hard, since Michael is always so gentle with me. I feel his dick get thicker and harder in my mouth, before a thick jet of hot semen spurts out, and blasts my throat. I gleefully swallow every drop, not wanting to waste it. I’m a proud cumslut; I never waste any of it. I stand up, and start to get cleaned up to leave. He stops me, pushes me backwards onto the bed, and pulls off my bikini bottom. He pulls a condom off the nightstand, and wraps himself in it. Somehow, he's still hard! He looms over me on the bed, laying on top of me. His mouth covers mine as he slides into me; my sopping wet pussy offering no resistance, even if I’d wanted to fight.

Pound. Pound. Pound. His body is slamming into me, his pelvis ramming into my clit as he forces his big, hard shaft into me.

Pound. Pound. Pound. “Beg me to let you cum”, he demands. My whole world has shrunk down to just my pussy; I swim in and out of focus as I struggle to hold back the orgasm until I get permission.

“Please? Please let me cum?”

“Beg.”

“Sir, please, I beg, you, I’ll do anything, just let me cum.”

“Ok. You may cum for me.” The floodgates open. I cum again and again on him, my body shudders as each orgasm rips through me, thundering over the aftershocks of the last one.

Pound. Pound. Pound. My breath coming in ragged shards, my engorged clit a kaleidoscope of sensation as each contact electrifies my nervous system.

Almost before I knew what was happening, he flips me over onto my stomach.

“Please”, I beg. “Please fuck my ass”, I whimper. Even though he’s covered in enough of my juices that he probably won’t need it, he still reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the jar of lube. He oils up his knob, and pours some on my ass. It’s cold, but since there’s no fans in the room, it’s almost a relief. Almost immediately, I feel him entering me. Even though he hasn’t given me permission, I can’t help it; I cum involuntarily on him, my asshole twitching, clenching at him. He groans as I tighten up around him. He’s not ready to cum, yet, but I can tell I’m getting to him. He presses my face into the pillow, as his hand rests against the back of my head. It’s hard to breathe, but so exciting at the same time. I love being totally dominated, totally used, like a dirty little street whore, and Terry knows exactly how to do that. (I love Michael, and I love how gentle he is, but sometimes I need to be roughly fucked, not gently seduced.)

“Finish in my pussy”, I gasp, when his grip on the back of my head slacks off for a second. Like lightning, he strips off that condom, puts on a fresh one, and is plowing me from behind. His breath is getting shorter, my grip on his cock is getting tighter, and in one symphony of sensuality, I have yet another mind-blowing orgasm as I feel his dick throbbing and pulsing within me, his hand clenched around my throat from behind. I’m totally spent, and he’s wiped out, too, so we head out to find Michael and Anna.

Mike

Ok, so on the subject of reclamation, Lydia and I are united – soon as she’s done getting laid, I need to go and regain control of my woman. <testosterone_fueled_grunt.mp3> We tell Terry and Anna that we’ll catch up with them, and head off to the Alice in Wonderland room. (“Gee, Mike, with the fuckin’ furry anthro-rabbit woman tattooed on your arm, what ever would make that room your favorite?” Yeah, yeah. Funny story – I didn’t know until this year that I’m, apparently, a furry. Who fuckin’ knew, right? Yeah, about that, it’s every fuckin' person I've ever met. Even my kids are like, “Woah, holy shit, you didn’t know?” No, asshat, I did not know. What in your history with me gives you the idea that I have any shred of self-awareness? But I digress. ADD does that to you.)

We headed off to the far bed, and got naked. She’s told me her version of what went on with her and Terry, and, of course, I was hard enough to chip diamonds with my dick at that point, so we wasted no time getting down to business. I was on top of her, and slid between her absolutely soaked labia. She asked me to let her get on top, but I wasn’t ready for that, yet. Then a pair of couples walked into the room. Older New Zealander couple, and a couple of young, very, very attractive people. (The brunette, although too skinny for my tastes, had a beautiful face, and those saucer-sized nipples on very large, pendulous tits that are irresistible.) Oh, good, stage fright. Lydia took this opportunity to reverse our spots, and brought him back to full attention. Good. “I’ll just tune out that there’s other people here in the room.”

slap-slap-slap-slap-slapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslapslap – both couples are jackhammering so hard that I was genuinely concerned I was about to hear one of the women get ripped in half. Now, I’m pretty good at focusing on Lydia, but even fuckin’ Stevie Wonder would stop what he’s doing and look over at that, so I, of course, looked over at them and watched for a bit. Lydia just kept riding me, telling me what Terry did to her. The older couple finished, and then the woman inserted herself between the young stud and his pretty partner – slurping and gulping as he pounded her from behind. Awesome – in that it’s less distracting. I refocused on Lydia, and her gigantic, beautiful, delicious titties. As I sucked on them, she laments how Terry never pays attention to her titties, except to slap them. Well, score one for me! I know what my wife likes! Yay! I watched her eyes, seeing every time she came, and smiled to myself – if I can still bring her to orgasm after the day she’s already had, at least I’m doing something right. Go me. (It’s possible, although I’d probably never admit it, that I’m a harsh self-critic.) Only, the last time she cums, it was just a little too much for me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I fill her with a torrent of jizz, since I had saved up for a day. (Hey, I knew what we had planned, too.) We lay and rest for a minute, then replaced the sheets, and headed back out to the pool. About now, the burgers were done, and you know what? I was hungry as fuck, man. So, I went and got in line, and who was right in front of me, waiting for a burger? The girl in the purple bikini.

Now, look, there’s gonna be a lot of people reading this who know me, and they’re all going to say the same thing to my next sentence: Bull-fucking-shit, Mike.

But, alas, it’s true. My deepest, darkest secret is that I’m shy. Yeah, yeah, hold your fuckin’ tomatoes, and hear me out. You fuckers who know me see this massively outgoing, borderline fearless conquistador of friendship, who sees all humans as friends I have not met, yet. But have any of you, ever, seen me approach an attractive woman in a situation where there’s an actual chance that I might actually get somewhere with that? No, you have the fuck not. Because I’m goddamn terrified to do that. No, it’s not fear of rejection; shit, man, I’m a sales engineer. Rejection is what I do for a living. No. It’s because I’m afraid she might say yes. I game-plan the shit out of every aspect of my life (yeah, yeah, you think I just Forrest Gump my way through shit, but ask yourself if you’ve ever seen me surprised by an outcome), but I literally have no game plan in my head for acceptance. But who was standing right behind me in line? Yeah. Terry. Ain’t no fuckin’ way I’m gonna let the guy who’s banging my wife all day see that I’m too chickenshit to even talk to a pretty woman, and so I struck up a conversation. They’re friendly enough, we had a nice chat about how they’re up from Phoenix, and how they have been going to clubs and parties all weekend, and having a blast. And then their burger was ready, and they departed to another area, without giving any indication like, “You and your wife should come enjoy your burgers with us”, or anything that I took as a positive sign, so, you know, all is right with the universe again; I didn’t have to deal with a situation for which I had no plan. We enjoy our tasty burgers, and we saw the girl in the purple bikini and her husband walk back into the main house. Anna grabbed me by the hand and said, “Come on, we’re doing this. I’ll be your wingman if I have to.” Uh, okay. Now what? I did not have a plan around someone else shortcircuiting predestined failure, so now I’m in full-on panic mode. We caught up to them just outside Purple Rain, and they said how they were just looking to watch, ‘cuz they’d just banged in the orgy room right before burger time. (Which means that Lydia and I literally walked past them on the way back to Anna and Terry, and I didn’t notice. Good thing my eye doctor is on speed-dial, man.) “Well, if you want, you can watch!”, Anna says. Now, in my mind, I kinda figured that she was making a general statement, not a declaration of future events. She pulls me into Purple Rain, closes the door behind us, and starts pulling down my shorts. Hey, remember all that bullshit about how I'm never surprised? Yeah. Well, today was a fuckin' surprise. I literally spent the first two minutes trying to figure out what was happening, but, by that point, I was already in her mouth, and still waiting for my brain to accept the reality of what was happening. “There’s a beautiful woman sucking my dick, and I don’t know why”, is a phrase that I never thought I’d say to myself, and yet, there I was. Now, keep in mind that I went into today, like, well, every day of my life, pretty secure in the knowledge that I am as I imagine myself to be, and that the only person touching my dick today would be Lydia, who really gets upset when I shave. So, tangled mess was there, and Anna commented that I really should shave before next time. Well, yes, great advice – if you are expecting to get laid, which I absolutely was not. At this point, it’s only about forty minutes since Lydia and I finished up, and, uh, I’m fifty years old. My refractory period isn’t what it used to be. So, I let Anna know that it was absolutely no reflection on her that I wasn’t going to be able to finish, but just a simple matter of "getting old is bullshit." However, that didn’t leave me without options. “My turn”, I told her, and led her to the bed. Just then, the door opened, a happy little blonde popped her head in, asked if “Babybutt”was there, and seemed disappointed that the answer was no. Anna asked her if she wanted to join us, but she just left. Okeydokey. I licked and sucked her nipples for a while, which I absolutely love, and she seemed to enjoy for a bit. I kissed my way down her, and started to swirl my tongue around her clit. I tried different strokes and feints, different pressures of sucking, nibbling, teasing – sticking longer with the ones which had the better responses. I was just hoping I was doing a good job – I honestly haven’t been with anyone but Lydia in so long that really the only things I remember how to do are with her. (She absolutely does not believe this, and I’m tempted to buy a bodycam as evidence of just how not sexually active I am when she’s not around.) But, as I said, Anna seemed to enjoy herself, and, of course, while I was down there, that gave me time to think. It dawned on me then that Lydia had sent her to take one for the team, so she could have some more uninterrupted fun with Terry. Ok, worldview shifted back off the ethereal plane, reality restored, we have regained cabin pressure, and will be landing in Phoenix shortly. Got it. So, now I can relax again, and just go with it. After a while she grabs my hand in the universal, “Ok, stop eating my pussy now” gesture. Sad panda; I must not have been doing as well as I thought. But, oh, well, fine. I come back up, and kiss her tits some more, and she grabs my hand and has me finger her. Okeydokey; can do. Lydia doesn’t like it when I do that, but let’s see what I can do here. I must have done something well, ‘cuz she said she came twice, and that most guys can’t get her off with their fingers. Hey, turns out 35-plus years of playing guitar 𝒊𝒔 good for something, after all! We talked and kissed for a while, then headed back out to the main area. Of course, something she said had been tickling the back of my mind the whole time… that this was apparently something she had been hoping for, and had specifically asked Lydia for permission. Uh, what the fuck? No, that’s not how my world works. We stripped the sheets, and were replacing them when bubbleblonde came back, and said, “Wow, nobody does that! How nice!”, then left again. OK, that knocked me out of my OODA loop of trying to figure out what fucking universe I’m in that Anna had wanted to be with me, and we went back outside, to find Terry and Lydia in the pool.

Lydia

And what a time in the pool it was. Moments after Anna and Michael leave, Terry and I move into the pool. We had been kissing and grinding against each other, and holy shit! He’s somehow hard again. Later, I told Michael how we totally wasted our thirties, and should have been doing this back then. If you’re just reading this and considering getting into the lifestyle, please, for the love of God, go find a club tonight. The only regret you’ll have is waiting this long. Shit, I’m getting sidetracked like my husband. I should read what he writes before writing my section. Anyway… His beautiful, meaty cock is pressed up against my vulva, and I’m aching to have him in me again. I pull down his shorts, and he pulls aside my swimsuit. I am so turned on knowing that everyone in the pool area can see him fucking me. At first, he’s standing in the pool, and I’m sitting on the seat inside the wall, but he soon turns us around, and takes my spot, sitting me on top of him. Again and again, I lower myself on to him, my knees hurting, but the rest of my body tingling so much that I completely forget about them.

Soon – at least it seemed soon, but I was on a different planet by then – he says, “Can I cum in you?” Michael and I had discussed this; he is fine with it, since Terry had a clean STD test, and I’m on birth control. I feel him filling me with his hot, sticky cum, coating me again, as I was already slick with Michael’s. My legs quiver uncontrollably as I lose control on him yet again; my body both numb and electrified, my mind liquefied, my pussy gushing cum and lubricant. I collapse on his chest, kissing his nipples, playing with his chest hair. Soon, Michael and Anna come back out, and sit next to us. I slide over to Michael, and onto his lap, I’m just starting to tell him what happened when…

Mike

Literally everyone in the pool turned to look at me. Uh, what the fuck? Is there a booger on my face? So embarrass— wait. No, they weren’t looking at me; they were looking about a foot past my right ear. Close enough to be disconcerting, though. I turned, and there’s what must be the biggest cock in Nevada getting lovingly sucked and stroked, mere inches from where I’m sitting. I swear to Enki and Inanna that it was the length and diameter of a 16-oz soda bottle. I mean, I normally feel pretty inadequate, but this was a whole new level. Dude has a dick that King Kong would be proud to show off, and everyone was entranced by watching this woman do her level best to suck it. (Lydia was like, “Negatory; I could not unhinge my jaw like that, and he would hurt anywhere else.) Anna, however, has even fewer areas of personal interaction that she considers “off limits” than I do, and immediately asks if she can have a taste. Get down with your bad-ass self. Lydia giggled to herself, and when I asked, she said, “While you and Terry were in line for burgers, she was telling me how amazed she is at just how many people you talked to in such a short period of time. So, just know, the biggest social butterfly we know thinks you’re a little bit hyperextroverted.” Heh, well, shit, tell me something I 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 know, right?

By now, though, she was exhausted, so we packed up to leave. As we are walking through the parking lot, BubbleBlonde saw us, gave me a flirty little smile, and waved to us as she headed toward her car. I don't know how and when I stepped into the Twilight Zone, but there I am.

And as we were pulling into the garage, she says, “He came in me in the pool…” Guess I have some more reclaiming to do tonight.