It was the late ‘70s and my first wife, Cindy, and I were well into the swinging scene. We’d gotten in with a Paradise Valley group and had just arrived at the hosts’ home. There were about twenty people in the large, sunken living room. We were all naked, having shed our clothing in the gender-separated locker rooms. Those were like the locker rooms in gyms for millionaires, which our hosts probably were. The hosts had recited the rules, which was basically “No means no.”

The living room was a pit, about twenty feet across and three feet deep. The pit’s floor and walls were covered in a Navajo white deep shag carpet that was so soft, it must have had an extra pad under it. Around the perimeter of the pit was a sturdy railing with balusters made from turned dark wood. Beyond the railing was an eight-foot-wide mezzanine, similarly carpeted, with cushioned benches along the outer wall. Four sets of carpeted steps connected the upper and lower levels. Access to the locker rooms was on the mezzanine. There were several small tables scattered about with bowls containing condoms, dildos, vibrators, weed and smoking paraphernalia.

I was sitting in the pit, leaning against the wall, admiring some of the women and wondering how the evening would play out. Julia, a short, heavyset, natural redhead, walked up and sank to her knees, then lowered her right hip to the floor next to me, all in one fluid motion. She was firm, with no significant cellulite dimples and certainly no jiggles other than her large swaying breasts. Even her tummy was relatively flat. I noticed she had the redhead translucent hot pink nipples and areola.

“I was hoping you’d come. I want to suck you all night long,” she said in a most alluring voice. Her smile sparkled as she grasped my only slightly erect cock.

“All night? Mmm, I don’t know that I can last that long,” I quipped back.

With a chuckle, she began gently stroking my growing shaft. “You’ll last. I’ll make sure of that.”

Bending over, she took me into her mouth, sinking down until the head was in her throat and her nose in my pubic hair. My dick was fully erect in no time. Pulling her head up, she created a suction that made her mouth feel like a tight, wet pussy. Her tongue danced on the side of the shaft until the head popped out from her lips. She gazed at it as she gave a couple of strokes with her hand, then repeated the mouth work, this time keeping the head in as she pumped up and down. Fuck, that woman could suck a dick.

Abandoning my dick, she moved her head up and sucked on a nipple while teasing the other with her fingers. Then she moved her lips to my neck, just below my ear, and whispered, “I love your flavor, but let’s add a little me to it.” With that, she lifted away, swung her leg over me, and holding my cock in position, sank her dripping pussy down onto it until I bottomed with my glans firmly against her cervix. “Jesus fuck, you’re perfect. It’s going to be hard to put off tasting your cum,” she sighed as she worked her hips up and down, filling our area with her scent and squishy sounds. Lifting her tits, she offered first one, then the other, to my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on her nipples until she moved them away.