The Party and an Itch

My builder, Bill, was throwing a birthday party that Friday—fifty-five years old, beer flowing, a barbeque smoking in his back garden. He’d been renovating my house and handling various other projects for nearly six years, long enough to meet several of my friends. Out of all of them, he was especially fond of Jenny—the little minx he’d already had a couple of times. She was a filthy, eager slut who loved licking fresh creampies out of warm pussies and taking a thick cock up her ass, and Bill absolutely adored her for it.

He’d invited all his employees (wives excluded), along with me, Jenny, and Julia. I knew immediately it was going to be a hell of a party. I figured I could get Julia plenty of cock from the builders again. And then a delicious idea hit me: maybe the little minx could be Bill’s birthday present. A full night with him, indulging every filthy desire he had. I knew she’d love that.

I texted her the idea, and she replied instantly—thrilled, eager, ready.

Then I messaged Julia, asking if she wanted a night full of cock and spunk from the builders. Her reply came just as fast. Of course she did. She never turned down a good gangbang. She didn’t have the time or energy for a relationship, so being fucked like a porn star every now and then suited her perfectly.

Friday arrived quickly. I headed to Bill’s house with a very expensive bottle of whiskey under my arm as a birthday gift. He had no idea that he’d also be receiving Jenny for the entire night, draining his balls until they were completely empty.

Bill opened the door. We hugged, I handed him the whiskey, and he grinned before leading me straight through to the back garden. It was a great space—large pool, plenty of room, everything neat and inviting. Everyone was already there. One of his guys manned the barbeque, and the air smelled incredible.

Jenny spotted me and walked over with that mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek.

“Hey you, nice to see you. It’s been ages since we had a giggle,” she said, her cheeky little laugh bubbling out of her.

“Great to see you too,” I told her. Then I turned to Bill. “And while I’m here… I’ve got another gift for you.”

He gave me a puzzled look.

“The whiskey isn’t the only present. Jenny is going to spend the night with you—and she’ll do anything you desire. Anything.”

Jenny winked at him, and Bill’s confusion melted into a slow, delighted smile.

“Fantastic. Can’t wait,” he said, sliding an arm around her waist. She rewarded him with a playful peck on the cheek.

Julia, meanwhile, was already surrounded by the guys. She looked incredible in a tight outfit that showed just enough cleavage, and the builders were devouring her with their eyes. Their bulges made it obvious that they knew why she was there—and exactly what she was hungry for: draining every one of them.

Food was eaten. Beer and wine poured freely. The night settled into an easy, relaxed rhythm. Everyone was laughing, talking, soaking in the warm air.

Eventually, Julia came over to me, leaned close, and whispered that she was heading into one of the bedrooms to get ready for her pounding. She wanted cock, and she wanted it now.

A few minutes later, Jenny passed by and murmured that she was going to give Bill a long, slow blowjob in the other bedroom.

The real party was about to begin.

Julia slipped into one of the bedrooms, a trail of the builders following close behind her, their hands already roaming over her ass and tits. She was loving every second of it. A moment later, Jenny and Bill headed into his room as well. Both doors were left open, so I stood between them, watching. The sight of everyone getting started sent a sharp little tingle straight through my pussy. I would have loved to join in, but crossing that line with Bill felt risky. It could complicate things… though a part of me wondered how long I could resist that temptation.

I turned my attention to Jenny and Bill. Jenny instructed him to undress and sit on the edge of the bed. His cock was already stiff, heavy, and eager for attention. Jenny undressed slowly. Her tight little frame was practically made for fucking—small, firm ass, perfect tits, and that fearless attitude of hers. No kids, no baggage, just pure appetite for life and sex. What more could anyone ask for?

She knelt between Bill’s legs and started with his balls. His sack was full and heavy, his cock thick and his balls impressively large, everything shaved smooth. She licked his nuts deliberately, sucking one and then the other, slow and purposeful, before sliding her tongue up his shaft. She kissed the tip, sucked it, then worked her way back down to his balls again. Bill groaned and leaned back, letting her take full control. Her mouth worked him beautifully, and he was already starting to shake from the pleasure.

I drifted to the next room. It was full of naked bodies—six men surrounding Julia, who lay sprawled on the bed like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. She had a cock in her mouth, another gripped in her hand, while one guy buried his face between her thighs, licking her pussy and fingering her ass. The other men stood around her, stroking themselves, touching her skin, running their hands over her tits and curves.

It didn’t take long for the first one to slide into her. The man eating her out lifted his head, positioned himself, and pushed into her tight, wet snatch. After a while he pulled out, and another man immediately took his place. It looked like they’d planned it—taking turns with her, passing her body around. She was in absolute heaven.

Each time one of them finished inside her he pulled out his cock slick with her juices, she would take their cock into her mouth, licking it clean, sucking the taste of herself off them. She was completely in her element. And the builders were loving every moment, thrilled to have a slut like her at their disposal for the night.

I watched for a while, my pussy getting wetter with every passing minute. The sounds, the bodies, the heat—it was making me intensely horny.

Eventually, I went back to Bill’s room. Jenny was riding him now, his fat cock buried deep in her ass. She bounced on him hungrily, taking him all the way, her tight little pucker stretching around him. Bill’s hands were all over her body—gripping her hips, squeezing her tits, pulling her down harder onto his cock. Jenny was moaning, taking him like she couldn’t get enough.

I walked over to her, leaned in close, and brushed a soft kiss against her cheek. The warmth of her skin lingered on my lips as I murmured, “I’ll see you in the morning.” A slow smile curled across my face, the kind that carried a little promise, a little mischief. I lifted a hand in a casual wave toward Bill before slipping out of the room, the muted click of the door behind me feeling like the beginning of something indulgent and necessary.

The night air hit me with that familiar electric hum, a neon-tinged invitation. My body was restless, tuned tight, whispering its hunger in every step I took toward the local swinger club. That place never failed me—never once sent me home unsatisfied—and tonight the ache between my thighs pulsed with the certainty that I’d find exactly what I needed.

It didn’t take long to get there. The club sat tucked behind a row of restaurants, its sign subtle but its meaning anything but. I pushed through the door into the dim, velvet-lit interior, the bass heavy enough to vibrate in my ribs. The scent of liquor, perfume, and warm bodies wrapped around me, delicious and familiar.

I headed straight to the bar, the bartender already giving me a knowing nod. I ordered a drink—cold, sharp, immediate—and slid onto a stool beside a couple. They caught my eye the moment I settled. The woman had shoulder-length blonde hair that framed a bright, open face. Her figure was soft in all the right ways, her breasts full and inviting in a low-cut top. Her partner was handsome in that clean, quietly self-assured way. Average height, fit, and carrying himself like a man who knew exactly how well-equipped he was. And from the outline in his pants, he had the goods to justify that confidence.

I sipped my drink slowly, letting the **** warm a path down my chest as I absorbed the room—the murmured laughter, the glimmer of anticipation in strangers’ eyes, the shifting heat of desire in the air.

It didn’t take long for the woman beside me to start chatting. First playful questions, then easy back-and-forth conversation, the kind that slipped naturally into flirtation without anyone having to **** it. She had a way of talking with her whole body—leaning close, brushing her fingertips on the counter near my hand, letting her laugh spill out in warm waves.

Eventually they asked if I wanted to join them in a quieter corner. I agreed with a slow, deliberate smile, and the three of us moved to a plush booth in the back. They positioned themselves on either side of me. Her thigh pressed warmly against mine; his presence loomed solid and inviting on the other side. As we settled in, her hand drifted lightly onto my leg, fingers soft but confident. I met her gaze and smiled, and her husband caught the exchange, his lips curving with clear approval.

We swapped stories, little slices of life, enough to build the kind of intimacy strangers in a place like this needed before things got physical. I didn’t tell them the truth—that I was an escort who entertained the wealthiest clients in the city. Instead I painted myself as an executive in Human Resources. It wasn’t even much of a lie; I did manage people’s needs all day long, just in a slightly different sense.

The conversation grew more charged, heat pooling beneath our words. They asked what I was looking for tonight, and I let my voice dip low as I answered, “Just some fun with the right people.” The spark in their eyes told me I’d fed their exact fantasy.

The woman leaned in, her lips brushing close to my ear as she asked whether I’d like to join them in one of the private rooms. The question was unnecessary—the desire had been humming between us from the moment we sat down—but I nodded anyway, savoring the way her breath tickled my skin.

We rose together and made our way down the hall. In this club, private rooms were truly private, sealed tight unless you chose a voyeur room by design. Ours was not. Ours was a little sanctuary carved out for three bodies and whatever they wanted.

The man sat down on the edge of the bed, but the woman didn’t waste a heartbeat. She turned toward me, eyes glowing with hunger, and pounced. Her mouth claimed mine with a fierce, eager heat—her lips soft, her tongue insistent. A small sound escaped me, mmh, as my hands slid over her back, up her sides, cupping the curve of her breasts through her top. Her hands roamed as well, exploring, teasing, mapping me with a greedy tenderness.

Clothes came off in messy, laughing, breathless pieces. Her top hit the floor. My dress slipped down my body. Her husband watched, eyes darkening as we stripped each other bare, our hands tangling, our mouths finding every inch of exposed skin. Soon we were kissing and sucking each other’s breasts, tongues tracing circles around hardening nipples, our fingers discovering slick heat, teasing, stroking, coaxing soft moans—ahh… mmm… ohhh—from one another.

When she finally turned toward her husband, she told him to undress. He obeyed instantly. One moment he was clothed; the next, he stood naked, his cock already thick and fully hard, jutting out from his body with a throbbing readiness that made my lips part.

She pushed gently on my shoulder, guiding me down to my knees. The intention was clear—and it lit a spark deep inside me. She liked watching other women please her husband. She liked controlling the pace, orchestrating the moment. I let myself slide into that dynamic, shifting seamlessly into the role she wanted from me.

I leaned in and took his cock into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth, my tongue swirling slow and deliberate along the underside. His breath hitched—hnnh—and she kissed him as I worked him deeper, savoring the way his body tightened with each movement of my mouth.

Soon she crouched down beside me, joining in, her tongue brushing mine when we met at the base of his shaft. We took turns, sometimes sharing him, sometimes passing him between our lips like a decadent secret, her fingers lacing with mine between strokes, our mouths wet and eager, the air thick with the sounds of our pleasure.

When she finally pulled back, she looked at me with bright, commanding eyes and told me to get on all fours. I did, my pulse hammering. She reached for the bowl of condoms on the nightstand, tore one open with practiced ease, and rolled it onto her husband’s cock with slow, deliberate strokes that made him groan.

My pussy throbbed, open and dripping, aching for that first push. He knelt behind me, gripped my hips, and slid into me in one smooth, deep thrust that filled me all the way to the base of his cock. We both moaned—ooohh fuck—as the heat and pressure surged through me.

He started slowly, his hands firm on my hips as his cock moved inside me with long, steady strokes. Each one sent a ripple of pleasure spiraling up my spine. The woman moved in front of me, lowering herself until her pussy hovered just inches from my mouth—smooth, hairless, glistening.

“Use that pretty mouth,” she murmured.

And I did.

I leaned in, ran my tongue along the silky curve of her lips, and she let out a soft, trembling ahhh, her fingers threading into my hair. The taste of her coated my tongue, sweet and intoxicating, her thighs tightening as she rocked gently against my mouth. Behind me, her husband’s thrusts deepened, each movement pushing me harder into her, my tongue buried where she wanted it most.

Her body shivered when I sucked her clit, slow at first, then fast, circling it with the flat of my tongue, feeling her hips buck in time with the rhythm of her husband’s cock pounding into me. She was perfect—smooth, warm, eager—and the absence of hair made everything slicker, easier, far more delicious. Nothing ruined the moment more than stray hairs in the mouth, and she was immaculate.

Her breath came in ragged little gasps—mmnh… ahh… fuck yes—as she held my head against her, her legs trembling. And between my legs, her husband drove into me with growing hunger, each thrust a deep, claiming stroke that made my own moans vibrate against her pussy, sending shivers through all three of us.

It didn’t take long for me to bring her over the edge. She came hard, moaning loudly as her pussy grew even wetter. I kept licking and tasting her juices.

Once she recovered, she stood up and grabbed some lube from the bowl. I knew what was coming next—my ass was about to get serviced, and I loved the idea. She dripped the cold lube onto my asshole and rubbed it in. Then she squirted the rest onto her husband’s cock, guided the tip to my back passage, and he slowly pushed inside. We both groaned as my tight ass swallowed his thick cock. He started fucking my ass with slow thrusts while she kissed him and ran her hands all over my body.

“Christ, she’s tight,” he muttered under his breath.

“Mmm, good honey, fuck that tight ass,” she replied.

It didn’t take long for me to reach a hard orgasm. I screamed into the bedsheets as waves of pleasure hit me. The husband picked up the pace, pounding me even harder through my climax. When my orgasm faded, he kept smashing into my ass. Finally, he pulled out, flipped me onto my knees, ripped off the condom, and shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked him eagerly, and within seconds, thick jets of hot cum flooded my mouth.

“Aaarrggghhh, fffuuuccckkk!” he cried as he emptied his balls down my throat.

“Don’t swallow yet, honey,” the wife said. He pumped jet after jet of hot cum into me, filling my mouth completely. When he finally stopped, she knelt beside me, kissed me deeply, and we snowballed her husband’s load back and forth. I love doing that, it’s such a turn-on. After a while, we both swallowed his cum, and she leaned in to suck his cock clean. We sat on the edge of the bed and finished our drinks. They both thanked me for the amazing night and asked if we could meet again. I said yes and gave them my number. I got dressed, kissed them both, and left—my pussy and ass fully serviced, my itch scratched. I headed home for a good night’s sleep.

The next day, I woke up and returned to Bill’s place to hear what happened after I left and get the juicy details. I knocked, and Bill answered with a huge grin—he’d clearly had a great time. Jenny walked in from the bedroom, completely naked, and hugged me tight. Bill offered a cup of hot coffee, which smelled amazing, and I accepted. We headed to the bedroom where I’d last seen Julia. She lay asleep, naked on the bed, thoroughly used. Dry cum covered her skin, face, and hair. Her pussy and ass leaked fresh loads, with big spunk stains all over the bedsheets. The room reeked of sex. I didn’t wake her and went back to the kitchen.

“Well, she looks like she had a hell of a night. What about you two?” I asked. Jenny smiled, and Bill did too.

“I had a fantastic night getting stuffed by this beast in bed,” Jenny said. “He pounded me all night—there’s not a drop of cum left in those big balls of his.” Bill laughed. “No, there isn’t. You drained them all, you slut.” We all burst out laughing.

“So, you liked your present?” I asked Bill. He just winked at me. We chatted a bit longer while I sipped the last of my coffee, then said my goodbyes and headed out for some retail therapy.