"Bonnie's Turn in Our 6-Level Orgy"

"Bonnie's Turn in Our 6-Level Orgy"

Hey, this is me, Bonnie. I'll tell you about the orgies organized by Sally and Jack, where the heat keeps rising with every new 'level,' all the way to the wildness of Level Six. My husband Dan and I join in on all the action. It's amazing and brings fresh life to our marriage. We are open about it, but that's not everyone's story. Some couples have deeper reasons to join these intimate parties.

First, I'll share what happened a few months ago. I promise you'll be amazed!

The ground rules of this writing are clear - all names are false, including mine. My real name is 'Cock-Crazy Lady.' (No, wait, that's my husband's affectionate nickname for me).

The group consists of married couples, mostly middle-aged. We all seem perfect and tame in the outside world. Nobody knows about our real wild life. Sally and Jack seem to be masters at concealing their secret.

Their house is spacious with a giant living room that has sofas, cushions, and hiding spots. We usually meet once a month. Thankfully, no one suspects our hidden life, not even when we see each other at grocery stores or offices.

So, there's this couple who doesn't attend frequently. They are Tom and Lucia. My husband Dan and I have a mission to enjoy everyone, but some limits exist for other couples. Some people leave before they reach a level they find too dangerous. (In Level Three, we take off our outerwear. In Level Four, we expose our naked bodies, but only kiss and touch. Etc.)

Tom and Lucia have skipped out at different levels but didn't leave this time. We convinced them to stay to Level Six.

To make things interesting, Dan and I also decided to participate. Fortunately, he has a unique talent for giving back rubs. He isn't a licensed masseur, nor has he studied it. He just has magic fingers.

At the beginning of Level Three, where we hang our coats, Dan approached Lucia and began massaging her from behind while she put her silky blue blouse on a hanger. "Oh, oh yes," she said, closing her eyes. "Who is that?"

He revealed himself, talking in a low seductive tone. I tried hard not to laugh. Lucia, on the other hand, closed her eyes and smiled.

That moment, Dan and I didn't plan to target anyone. However, when his gentle fingertips connected with her now exposed nips through that thin, see-through, seamless bra, he couldn't resist. He kept doing this, and I brought Lucia closer to him, gently shifting fabric so that his fingers had direct access.

I moved Tom on a cushion and engaged in passionate kissing and cuddling following the Level Three guidelines. At the same time, I allowed Tom to experience a bit more with my strategic moves - the cleavage was proudly displayed with nipples peeking out, hinting at their delicate curves. The nerve-tingling sensations spiked his interest.

Later, Dan came over and whispered casino siteleri into my ear that it was time we introduced Tom to the thrills of Level Four. I cautiously slid the fabric of the bra, exposing Tom's noticed but unspoken erogenous zones. I guided his fingers there, teasing and cupping his palm to follow through. We continued this naughty rapport.

When all was said and done, the self-conscious Tom stayed at Sally and Jack's orgy till the end of Level Six. Fascinating!

He struggled to breathe during parts of this, and I didn't even attempt to clutch the items that were pressing against his underwear. I also spent some time observing a nearby cushion, where Dan knelt over prone Lucia and massaged her back, neck, and limbs. At no point did she undo her bra. It seemed like Dan acknowledged this as a boundary, and didn't attempt to place his hands within her expensive-looking undergarments.

As Level Three came to an end, according to the big digital clock above the bar, I caught Dan's eye and silently mouthed, 'Be my witness.' He nodded.

Once Sally declared, "End of Level Three, break time," I was ready.

I moved away from Tom slightly, unclasped my bra fastenings, and released My Gifts From the Divine Being. I hovered them close to his wide-open mouth.

After that, I stood up. Looking at him, I said, "I'll remain here all night. Will you?"

Then, I strolled over to the coat rack. As I did, I caught a grin on Dan's face. I couldn't quite make out what he then said to Lucia, but I had a strong suspicion regarding the topic.

The clever move was that Dan and I spent Level Four with different partners. We showcased our gifts to Tom and Lucia, and then took those gifts elsewhere. If we, the participants, then became the chasers, we could potentially obtain what we desired when Level Six started.

When Level Five commenced, Tom and Lucia remained at the establishment. As part of Level Five's rules, oral sex is permitted. Dan, seemingly convinced he'd played hard-to-get for long enough, initiated eating Lu's genitalia. Recognizing the trend, I nearly pounced on Tom to receive my oral fixation with his genitalia after I'd made the rounds.

Now, the terminology of 'making the rounds' may confuse some readers. These delays are irritating, right? You want to read everything about our steamy middle-aged sex, but I keep delaying. Deal with it! Are you able to distract yourself with this: I have the largest boobs in the group. If I lay on top of you with my chest pressed down, it would possibly cover most of your head. Perform oral sex at your own risk, as it might hinder your breathing.

Anyway, one thing I enjoy doing is, when Level Five begins, I go around to every gentleman who remains and lick his manhood for a few seconds. No sucking, just enough for him to claim that he experienced oral pleasure from a woman he's not married to. For some guys, this is enough to inspire them to leave before Level Six. For some of their spouses, that is most definitely enough to prompt them to return home before Level Six.

Quick licks, which occur without a condom, are permitted under the rules. However, a real oral intercourse, with a cock in a mouth, must be conducted with a sheath. Men can engage in cunnilingus raw, although some women favor dental dams for that action. I'm not one of them.

Lucia does prefer dental dams, and she was very remorseful about subjecting Dan to licking a sheet of plastic affixed to her private area. Meanwhile, on the adjacent cushion, I put a condom on Tom's phallus, which has significant body hair. (I knew I had to mention that. I'm not sorry.)

Tom's height is substantial and he has a thinning head of graying hair. His face already has lines, yet he's barely forty. His beak-like nose added some extra thrills to his tongue-cunnilingus combo, which only worked when he was positioned between my legs. When we engaged in sixty-nine, he held back to ensure his nose would not approach my anus. I restricted those mutually beneficial sixty-nine encounters to my wet, sloppy kisses while I urged him to caress my breasts.

Does a man's nose always indicate his member? Tom's member is lengthy and lean, and his scrotum sack is very loose, potentially resulting in it drooping to his knees in the future. Based on his licking, stroking, and sucking, I could determine that his penis would be extremely rigid during intercourse. I knew I'd enjoy that. While getting nearly all of him in my mouth, like almost to my soft palate, I imagined strategies to persuade him and his wife to agree to real, divorce-worthy sex.

I heard Tom cry out, and felt the condom tighten significantly. When his spasms ceased, I expelled him from my mouth and repositioned us, lying on my back with my thighs around his ears. He complied. My daydreaming had pushed me near climax, and his tongue-nose union pushed me over the edge to a massive orgasm. I would have passed out if I hadn't been screaming even louder than him.

I collapsed, remaining limp. Upon releasing his foot from beneath my legs, Tom attempted to depart.

I pulled his ankle. He paused, peered down curiously.

I beckoned him with one finger. He crouched.

"That felt fantastic," I whispered, "but I really crave a fuck from you."

He seemed uneasy. He murmured, "Not sure I can."

I blinked as I watched Tom, someone who rarely stayed this late, head towards the bathroom. Perhaps he didn't take his boner pills as part of his orgy routine. Maybe he was done for the night.

"Going to the bathroom?" I asked.

"Yes."

"When you get back, let's see if I can do something to help you out." I grinned and winked, squeezing my breasts together.

The bony face in front of me finally cracked a smile. "Hmm. Okay. Yes."

Tom left, and I turned my attention to the other half of our group of four. Dan was still on his knees, licking Lucia's covered pussy. He was also massaging her legs and feet, while she squirmed and let out high-pitched noises.

He wasn't wearing a condom, and I knew she didn't offer to suck him.

Dan allowed Lucia this. She was gorgeous.

I, on the other hand, wasn't.

I was thinking about the dark place I mentioned earlier.

It seemed harder to talk about now.

***

Each level at the orgy lasts for just fifteen minutes. There are breaks between some of the other levels, but not between the fifth and sixth. Sally and Jack know that if someone is on the edge of climaxing, it's not fair to stop. Sucking and carpet munching can continue while other couples start having sex.

We were still in the fifth level when Tom came back, his member cleaned and dried. And soft, and only half of its previous size.

There were several men still there, enhanced with pills to keep them going. I could definitely have sex a few times with them.

But Tom had a penis I'd never had before. I like trying new things.

He might be the one to get me going too.

"Want a blow job?" I asked Tom, patting the other half of the floor cushion I was sitting on.

He smiled, nodded, and settled down beside me. Shy enough not to even say "Yes," I supposed.

Tom quickly got to work, licking and sucking all over my breasts. I caressed his back, neck, and head with one hand, and gently fiddled with his groin with the other. His weight shifts showed he enjoyed this.

And then I said, "Ride me." As he pulled away, I pushed clear lube upward to both nipples.

Tom glanced at Lucia.

I suggested, "She's receiving pleasure from a stranger's cock. Does she have the right to complain about yours?"

Tom looked down at my breasts, swollen, red, and rock hard.

He hesitated, and I could see his breath catch in his throat.

I scrambled to reposition myself, spreading my breasts to make space for his member.

He moaned as he inserted himself between them, resting his weight on my pelvis. My breasts caressed his length, heating him even more.

Tom was having trouble breathing.

"Tom?" Lucia's voice came from the other side of the room.

"He's occupied," I whispered.

"We need to talk," Lucia replied.

Tom turned to me, helpless.

I shrugged, not wanting to stop. "Well, you need to make a decision quickly. I'll admit, I was asking for it when I -- but it will be inside me soon."

I let my breasts slouch down as Tom continued his actions.

When Tom was ready, he stood up and dragged Lucia to another floor cushion. They continued to whisper to each other, kissing searingly.

I lifted my head to see them, but Dan got in my way. He made a zipping motion with his fingers, his eyes intense.

I would have laughed, but Lucia had squirted the dam away! She had cum God knows how many times, and Tom's penis was bulging and purple.

Tom started to groan. I switched from moving both breasts together to moving one at a time, bringing it up to my chin then back down. His penis began to grow even larger, harder.

"Tom?" Lucia's voice came again.

I wanted to pound her, but she was too far away.

Tom met my eyes, imploringly.

I sighed, resigned, and let my breasts fall down by my armpits.

Tom's penis jumped into the air, ready for its next home.

I thought, She better not take that home until it's deep inside me!

Lucia moved Tom to another floor cushion, and they began attending to each other's needs.

I focused on the only thing I could control: my breasts.

I'll just give Dan that blank "meh" look of mine. He seems equally desperate to bed his dream lady as I am to snag her husband.

Later, Lucia and Tom return. "We've decided," says Lucia, "to have sex with both of you. But while appreciating each other."

Which means we're lying flat on our backs. As soon as the guys are condomed, Lucia sits on Dan, while Tom kneels before me… straddling my knees and placing his shins on the floor, with his thighs under mine.

So, I've at least planted the idea in Tom's head that he can fuck again. And it's undeniably true that my chest gives him something his wife's breasts can't. Hers are elevated and proportioned for her willowy frame. Too bad.

However, once Tom achieves his erection, it's Lucia's kisses and caresses that transform his boner into a fantastic one.

Tom seems to have forgotten my presence. His lower half tells him that he's bedding a pussy. Whose pussy? Does it even matter?

But, I enjoyed the fact that Tom made out with his statuesque, nude, magazine-model wife. Even though his torso was turned away, due to his contact with her, Tom pounded me with vigor.

I felt amazing.

Yet there's a part of me that dwells in an unnerving place.

That part felt terrible.

It was as if I became a sex toy, or a masturbator's sleeve. Or a fembot from The Handmaid's Tale. Can't decide which character.

But then, Tom removed one hand from caressing Lucia to grope my boob instead.

He did that repeatedly. Each time he did, he thrust more violently within me.

Whenever he did that, the dark place became brighter, albeit slightly. Now I was the voluptuous woman who had ignited his libido. And at that moment, this was a notable improvement. Oh, and the orgasms definitely helped.

I experienced at least two climaxes. Tom lacks girth, but he excelled in length and width. Plus, the strange position he and I shared struck my A Spot perfectly.

I tried to wrap my legs around his torso, but the leg separating us was stationary. Instead, I used my other leg, potentially bruising his kidney.

Tom could only touch one of my breasts, inadvertently. I reached for the other one and smothered it with my lips, stifling some of my cries. My breasts are too large to reach orgasm, but they sure can feel wonderful, especially when the rest of my body is in pleasure mode.

Dan can't reach my A Spot. Only one of my dildos can, and it also causes pain in my cervix. I wanted Tom to push harder and stay, so I almost urged Lucia to dive into Tom's mouth.

By the time Tom came, my sensations had become blurry. I passed out for a moment.

When the dopamine let me reengage, I saw that Tom and Lucia were still closely embracing. If I weren't feeling so good, I'd probably vomit.

Then I noticed Dan. He was breathing heavily while pulling off his condom.

Two spent condoms lay next to him, fornicated into submission. He added a third one to the pile.

I mumbled softly, "I guess you enjoyed yourself."

"You're my wife, and I love you."

"You're so lucky I can't make a fist."

Now, let me guide you through the dim recesses of my mind.

I absolutely adore sex. Physical and emotional. I may be able to go all night and enjoy the process entirely.

But, my motivations aren't always admirable.

Most men think I'm unattractive. In my youth, I flaunted my chest to entice guys. It worked. It kept them engaged... until someone more colourful captured their attention. Thus, I found partners.

We shared some history. We realized each other's promiscuity. When we met, I would flirt with countless guys, including him. He never made aggressive advances: he allowed others to take the lead.

Once I became Dan's wife, I began to see the malleability in him. He was a blank soul who could, with the right push, do anything. Maybe someone like me could mold him into someone he'd become proud of.

I like the power and control that seduction offers me. I enjoy using my body to influence others: capturing their attention and desires. I'm the queen of my own castle.

One night, at a bar, there weren't many attractive potential partners. Dan was present. After consuming three drinks, he succumbed to the reality of the situation.

The intercourse was subpar as a result of his inebriation. He quickly went to sleep. I remained there until the next day.

As the day broke, we had a conversation. The first of many.

After some time, I focused on Dan before he could intoxicate himself. He undoubtedly wanted me again.

This time, the sex was satisfying. It wasn't the best I'd ever experienced, but it demonstrated Dan's potential. I also discovered that he had a talent for massaging.

During our subsequent discussion, it became more significant. It was necessary for us to delve into the more challenging aspects of our relationship.

He never called me a two-bagger, but I was aware of his assumptions.

[Gosh. I thought I was finished writing this. I sent it over to Jack about a week ago. He inquired, rather apologetically, if it would be okay for him to include an explanation of what a 'two-bagger' is.]

[No, darn it, I'll do that! When a two-bagger has intercourse, Bag One is placed over her head, so the man won't notice how ugly she is. Bag Two is placed over his head, just in case her bag falls off. Jack, you owe me two hours of oral sex.]

To summary, Dan said that he didn't favor being exclusive. I informed him that I had no intention of being monogamous, but I needed to know what he desired from others. We both shared our thoughts.

"Gay guys?" I inquired. "Trans people? Women with even larger bosoms?"

"No," he replied.

"So, the only option left is women who are exceptionally attractive."

He didn't avoid the subject.

"Yes!" he said. "And you want muscular, tall guys!"

Dan fails to meet these criteria.

We had more chats after that, but this particular conversation solidified our bond. After healing from the hurtful conversations we had.

Despite our circumstances, we've discovered ways to show care and affection for one another. We are reasonably content together, even though it didn't occur without some struggles.

Are we in love? I have no clue. I'm afraid to examine our feelings deeply.

His declaration of affection, "You're my wife and I love you," is somewhat of a jest.

However, we do know this: We're better off with each other than we would be apart.

Is this sufficient?

Let's return to the orgy.

Let me be direct. Here's the truth. The couples who leave prior to actual intercourse are fearful. They fear discovering unpleasant truths about themselves and their partners. They're afraid that their bond could be as fragile as a soap bubble. Engaging in forbidden activities could tear them apart.

Another couple, named George and Margo, employed to leave after Level Three. They would not appreciate viewing our naked bodies, and they refused to engage in erotic actions with us while still dressed. They insisted that such interactions were sufficient for them, as they could achieve arousal simply by watching. There was a hint of truth to their argument. Both are physically attractive, and we, numerous as we are, cannot compete with their appeal.

However, George and Margo gradually changed their behavior. They participated in Level Four, and revealed their true selves. We discovered that George has a strong fondness for breasts.

(Frankly speaking, I'd suspected this all along. His response to my breasts entirely covered in a bra was quite telling. Now, whenever his mouth leaves my exposed nipples, I have to count them.)

And during this specific gathering, George took things a step further. He received a tit massage from Sally, and shot a load. Perhaps Margo is content with George's infatuation for other women's breasts, and with him now caressing and kissing every exposed breast in Level Four. I am convinced of this.

George became reluctant about the impending pussy-fingering opportunity in Level Four. I think the reason is not related to his aversion to pubic hair on his hands. It's the fear that another man's penis entering his wife's vagina may tempt her away from him. I'm completely certain of this.

Jack grumbled about my remarks, as he didn't want any negative sentiments to spread through our group. I countered by asserting that these are simply pseudonyms, so it's impossible to associate them with the couple described by Sally. Jack finally agreed, but asked me to clarify to everyone that I'm voicing my opinions, not causing harm to anyone. I will do that, although some feelings might remain hurt.

Now, let's resume our discussion of the orgy featuring Lucia and Tom.

While on our backs, panting and mouth-breathing, our partners hastily exited the clinch and fell onto a floor cushion.

Dan let out a chuckle and whispered, "Tim-berrrr!"

I grinned and raised my hand, allowing Dan to high-five it.

Louie passed by, his deflated penis still covered by a condom, folded like an accordion. He looked at us and our conquests. "Congratulations," he said, possibly speaking to all four of us. Dan and I likely felt more satisfied than Tom and Lucia at that moment.

Eventually, we managed to crawl towards different bathrooms. Once Dan and I emerged, we were still naked. Tom and Lucia made their way out, fully clothed, as if they had quickly collected their clothes from the rack.

"Thank you so much," Lucia murmured to Dan and me. She placed her hand on Dan's shoulder but didn't make any other physical contact.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed, much louder, and hugged Tom intensely. He patted my back slightly, still reserved.

As the front door slammed shut behind them, Dan and I plopped onto the sofa where Louie and Esther were also naked and at ease.

"Do you think they'll try this again?" Dan pondered.

"Probably not," Esther replied. "They'll likely try to alter their memory of this event."

"Not right away," I countered with delight.

This drew a laugh from Louie, who gestured to me. "And why is that?"

"When I hugged Tom, I rubbed lube all over his shirt."

Louie chuckled loudly and slapped his knee. "I can help you clean that off!"

"Only if I can ride you cowgirl-style."

This was simply fun and a way for us to celebrate our victory. Louie came while licking my breasts excessively. I didn't climax, but having my good friend's condomed penis blast in my vagina felt lovely. Dan had undoubtedly reached the limits of his boner pill with Lucia, yet he and Esther shared a kiss, making it evident they enjoyed sharing their dissatisfaction with their "cheating" spouses. It was a fantastic time for everyone involved.

***

After I finished writing this, Dan read it. He wasn't ecstatic about the uncomfortable aspects. However, he comprehended the importance to me of expressing myself, and sharing my experiences with others. As I mentioned earlier, we're a cohesive team.

In our house, Dan prefers to have sex in the dark. This way, he can grope my breasts and imagine attractive women. He has now added Lucia's enticing Sicilian beauty, along with the sensations, to his list of erotic fantasies. If this is what it takes for him to achieve powerful thrusts, increased size, and stamina, I can't really complain. I witnessed how my breasts and Lucia's looks influenced Tom. This makes a compelling argument in favor of threesomes and a wonderful memory for my physique. But for my mind? Not so much.

That's fine. After all, I save money on shopping bags.

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• Chapter 10: A Rooster's Grip
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• Day Two of The One-Way Voyage
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