The Finisher

I wasn’t really sure I wanted to go to the costume party. My husband was out of town at a conference and our friends, with whom we had been swinging for several years, had a party planned. I had never gone solo. I had fantasized about it of course. But I had never done it. He had always been there with me or at least in the same area where we partied. Going solo wasn’t really something I had ever thought I could do even though he said it was okay for me to go.

But he had been gone a lot. Both of us agreed his frequent work trips were in the way of our “play time” with others. And it had been quite some time since we had been with anyone else. When he told me that I could go, I froze, uncertain. My heart raced at the thought. In fact my whole body ignited. I wondered what it would be like to be a single woman at a sex party. I wouldn’t have to think about anyone else but me, which sounds selfish except that you do get distracted when your husband is slamming his hips into another woman or when you hear his all-too-familiar climax sounds. It’s a normal and incredibly arousing moment most swingers know and love. It’s one of those bonds I share with my husband, who I deeply trust and love. But going without him let my mind spin with “single woman” fantasies. No restrictions. No reservations. No concerns. I didn’t want to be too obvious that I wanted nothing more than to go to the party. Though I admittedly felt bad he couldn’t be there, I worked hard to remain composed despite the entirety of my insides trembling with the thought.

My husband had been frustratingly gone almost all that week leading into the party. The one night he was home and sex was possible for us, we had a sick kid. So, no sex. It had been almost a full two weeks, which never happened. We were typically fairly frequent. But it was so frustrating because the party was closing fast and I had not been able to work out any of my “frustration” during that two week period and I thought maybe I was going mad. I had never experienced this level of excitement for a swinger party, except maybe our first time. Nervous? Yes. Excited? Yes! Horny? Indescribable! Thankfully I had a full battery supply for my vibrator and lube for my oversized dildo to help me sleep during those two weeks. Each night, the closer I got to Saturday night’s party, the more my toys were put to work and the harder I came. And I came a lot.

Friday night, a mere 24 hours until I thought I’d have some new man’s cock buried inside my pussy, and after spending the afternoon masturbating imaging the party, I suddenly felt guilty. I know it wasn’t necessary but I felt bad that my husband, who had also not played with anyone new for so long either, was going to be left out of the fun. We had always worked on equity within our playtime with others. And we never played without the other knowing. And we were always together so how could I do this to him even though he said it was okay? But guilt settled in and I searched for a solution. Then, recalling one of my favorite online porn scenes, I remembered a party scene where one of the women at the party was basically going around and blowing every man she could find. In several scenes she was simply finishing these guys off. And that’s when it occurred to me that there were alternatives to my behavior at the party. I didn’t have to actually fuck someone, which is what I was feeling most guilty about. But I could be the party “finisher.” I had to tell him about my decision.

“What’s that even mean?” my husband said into the phone while traveling to his next work destination.

“The finisher! I love the idea of being the woman that makes all the men cum.”

“How would you do that?!” he said. “There’s going to be quite a few people there and I’m guessing that the other women will be hoping for the same. I’m not so sure they would want you taking that moment from them.”

“I agree,” I said laughing. “But what if I just wander around and, you know, grab some balls or put my tits out for them to cum on whenever they are close? And of course you know I love making a guy cum while giving a bj.” I heard him laugh through the phone. We frequently relived the night we went to a house party and I made this guy cum while giving him head and swallowing every bit of his load. I had never done that for anyone besides my husband but it was such a thrilling turn-on.

“You would never be able to do just that,” he said. “I know how horny you get at these things. But if you want to then you obviously have my support.”

“I want to do it for you,” I said. “I really feel bad that you can’t join us.”

“I’m fine with whatever you want to do,” he said.

“I know. But I’ve decided that this is what I want to do this time and tell you all about it.” I felt my stomach churn with excitement. He was right, of course. These parties wound me up to the point of no return. But I thought I could hold out and just masturbate when I got home after a long night of fun.

The list of partygoers was emailed to us the day before the party. I looked up their profiles on our lifestyle website. It was comforting to know that I had met and been with several of them before. I smiled remembering. I remembered how Ronny tongued an orgasm out of me during a house party before he slid his cock inside and made me cum again. I remembered how Jeff came while fucking me at that same house party then how we lost our minds fucking each other a few weeks later in a hotel room while my husband banged Jeff’s wife in the other bed. Other than those few men and their wives I didn’t know the others. There were several couples invited and a few singles, both men and women. My husband and I typically avoided the singles when possible because, again, balance between us. It was always easier for me to find some single guy who was down to fuck but not always so easy for him to find a similarly available single woman. Saturday night was going to be a lot of fun!

I put my hair in pigtails and wore my dark-rimmed glasses. I wore my husband’s button-down white dress shirt and tied it in a knot in the front but failed to button most of the top buttons. I wanted him close to me but I also wanted others to have easy access to my tits. I slid on my short black skirt and put on my knee high black boots to complete my “naughty librarian” look. Out of habit I failed to wear panties or a thong. I was about halfway to the party when I realized this. I wondered if it was a “Freudian slip” of sorts. Had I subconsciously chosen not to wear panties because I had been outwardly lying to myself about playing? No! I refused to let myself believe that. I had a plan! I was going to try to finish off as many people as I could without getting some for myself. I knew I could do this.

I glanced at the text from my husband as I walked into the condo. “Have fun!” is all that it said. I texted back, “I will! And I’ll behave!” He sent me a laughing emoji. I wanted to challenge him but I just smiled and put the phone in my purse as I walked in to find a condo full of ghosts, witches, a couple superheroes, and, to my disappointment, a single woman also dressed as a slutty librarian. Of course her giant tits were busting out of her button down shirt. I sighed and told myself it didn’t matter. I was only there to finish people anyway. Her outfit would be on the floor soon enough so I’d be the only naughty librarian remaining.

Jeff, Ronny, and their wives made me feel at ease with my husband missing from my side. Small talk to catch up, the flirty glances, and the sensual touches both over and under my skirt. “Hey boys!” I said. “I’m not planning on playing tonight.”

“Then why are you here?” said Jeff. He knew too well how horny I could get.

“Well, if you must know,” I took a long drink from my glass. “I kind of just want to get people off tonight. Make them cum.”

“Sign me up!” laughed Ronny.

“Me too!” said Jeff and they clinked their beer glasses.

“Well if your wives don’t mind,” I said flirting with Tina and Alice. They both laughed loudly and hugged me. “You can do whatever you want to them,” said Tina. “You know Jeff loves making you cum too but he can behave…can’t you, honey?!” Tina glared accusingly at Jeff. “Of course, of course,” he said before kissing her.

As with most swing parties that I’ve attended it didn’t take too long for someone’s clothes to start to peel away. Soon the sound of the light background music was slowly giving away to the sounds of kissing and light moaning. Hands were sliding under skirts. Nipples were begin hidden between lips. Skin responded with bumps to fingertips and lips. I actually didn’t know how to join. I wasn’t going to do anything but finish people but that meant waiting until things got going. This was already becoming a problem. Jeff stood next to me, his hand trying not to slide too far under my skirt while a woman I did not know was on her knees in front of him sucking his cock from under his kilt. I envied her. I loved how Jeff’s cock tasted and it was just the perfect length to swallow it down my throat. I felt my pussy throb and impulsively shifted my stance to open my thighs when Jeff’s hands went a little too high up my leg. It was instinctive. I could feel how wet I was and suddenly realized how difficult this task was going to be.

The condo’s living room was bookended with two bedrooms. The crowd slowly dispersed amongst the room with only a few people remaining in the living room, where I remained. Jeff took my hand and tried to pull me to the bedroom with him and the other woman. I smiled and resisted. “Don’t wait too long,” he said. “I’m already feeling really good.” He winked and disappeared in one of the bedrooms. I felt the ache deep inside of me. To feel his cock again would be amazing. But I was going to have to resist despite the sounds, the smells, the scenes unfolding everywhere.

In the living room two couples remained: one locked in position 69 and the other quickly positioning themselves for the man to take her from the top. I had noticed the man on top from profile pictures on the website. Handsome, lean, with a nice smile and he was very polite when I met him. I had felt his eyes fuck me the moment I stepped in the condo and noticed him. It wouldn’t be long until his cock was in the married woman underneath of him. I wondered if maybe he had a thing for married women. Certainly the married woman under him was looking forward to a single guy. I clinched my thighs and wandered into one of the bedrooms.

Chaos. Already I could see one couple doing it doggie style with the woman’s face buried between Alice’s thighs. Ronny was nowhere to be seen. His wife didn’t seem to mind with her bottom lip caught between her teeth and a sense of urgency in her eyes. Bodies strewn on the bed. Everyone was engaged with someone. The other room was no less entangled.  There I found Ronny fucking Jeff’s wife, Tina. I decided to join them since I already was comfortable with them.

I kneeled beside the bed and began kissing Tina. I had to move with her from Ronny’s thrusts against her and would loose connection with her when she moaned. I let my fingers drift to her clit and felt my hand get routinely squeezed between her pussy and Ronny’s hips. It had been a couple years since I was last with Ronny but his thick cock had felt so good when we fucked last. I could tell Tina was enjoying it to the point that she was about to cum. I rubbed her clit faster while Ronny pumped her. She grabbed the back of my head and rose her hips. A muted scream escaped her lips and I had helped finish my first person of the night. I looked at Ronny and could see his face beginning to twist. “Come on, Ronny!” I said. “Let me taste that cum!” A few thrusts later he moaned and pulled his cock free of its condom. Just like a porn star I let his hot liquid glisten my lips. When he came I felt my body twitch. Every nerve was on point and I felt that insanity creep into my mind telling me I needed release. I tried to ignore it but it just kept getting stronger with each orgasm I helped unfold.

Beside Ronny there were several couples that I didn’t know. I climbed over Tina when I heard one guy start to moan. He pulled his cock out and I reach over and stroked his cum onto his partner. Each time I made a move to help more of my skin was exposed. Hands were exploring and I ached for more. I felt lips on the small of my back at one point. A woman’s small hands caressed my ass cheeks. I wanted to cum right then but thankfully I heard my friend, Jeff, moan. It was enough of a distraction to divert my attention, for the moment at least. He was close. I knew. “Tits” he stammered at me while fucking the woman who had been giving him head in the living room. “I want your tits,” he said. I pulled my husband’s dress shirt wide and exposed my naked breasts to him. I moved off the bed to my knees beside him. As soon as I did I heard him groan. I grabbed the shaft of his cock and felt the cream fall harshly down my chest. I remembered him to be a heavy cummer but this was an impressive amount even for him. I felt completely covered.

There was a change of cast in the bedroom at some point during the night. People came and others moved in to take their place. I stayed in the bedroom and busied my hands and mouth every chance I got. I was panting. I was sweaty. I was unhinged. I thought several times about leaving but I kept saying I could hold out. I could avoid  getting off. My job was just to help finish others.

The single guy from the living room was now in the bedroom with the other “naughty librarian.” As I had anticipated her clothes were gone. Her magnificent tits swayed under her, between her arms that braced her body up while the single guy took her doggie style. I moved in beside them and shouldered my way underneath her tits. I would catch them as they swayed I my mouth and suck her nipples while she screamed through orgasm after orgasm. I imagined his handsome cock inside me. I could feel my pussy dripping down my leg. I could not take any more. I struggled to free myself from under the woman and found myself kneeling in a doggie style beside her preparing to make my escape but the single guy’s hand stopped me and pressed against my skirt-covered ass. I froze. Stuck between leaving and having absolutely no desire to leave at all. His hand slapped my ass once and I trembled. And then his palm wrapped around the back of my leg, high on my thigh. I shook my head. I told myself “no!” and “don’t!”  But my legs moved wider apart. He was still fucking the other naughty librarian when I felt his hand slide higher up my leg and his other hand lift my skirt over my hips. I could not move.

The woman beside me collapsed face down on the bed after her most recent orgasm. I glanced over and saw a satisfied smile stretched across her face and a dreamy look in her eyes. It was a look I promised myself I wouldn’t have out of fairness to my husband. But then, with sudden movement I felt the tip of the single man’s hard cock touch my exposed pussy. I moaned without realizing it. My knees moved further apart. My hands clinched the bed. I felt his length slide deep inside and I buried my face in the mattress and let out a relieving scream. Within only a few thrusts my climax punished me. It was as if I was collapsing inside of myself. It was thorough and my body felt like it disconnected from me. He kept thrusting and pulled my hair so my body lifted from the mattress. His cock kept thrusting while he put his mouth against my ear and whispered, “you were the hottest woman here tonight! I had to have you!” With that, I came again.

I felt his body tremble and the thunder of his orgasm escaped his mouth. His cock throbbed inside me and I once again trembled around his shaft. My hands hurt from my grip on the sheets and my arms shook from adrenaline and release. He rubbed my ass cheeks until we both were finally off our high.

With my night over, and my job done, I had a confession to tell my husband. I had fucked a single guy without him present but I that I had indeed been successful in finishing people off during the party. He came home early from his business trip on Sunday. I had one more “finishing” job to do.