There’s a party house on the Space Coast that the wife and I like to go to from time to time. The host often likes to set up sex games at his parties. Usually it calls for us guests to decide if we’re game enough to volunteer for whatever he has up his sleeve, before we know what it’s about. One occasional favorite of his is to randomly draw a man and a woman from the volunteers and then flip a coin between them. The one chosen has a few minutes to masturbate the other into an orgasm, one-handed. Success and the other becomes your sex slave for the rest of the night; otherwise you become theirs. I was drawn in that lottery one night, along with a big-assed girl. I was looking forward to her being my sex slave, but darned if she didn’t succeed in jacking me off. Her voluptuous figure, compared to my petite wife, made it hard for me to resist when her hand slipped up and down my cock while her big breasts swayed in front of me. I was hers for the night, much to the wife’s amusement.
I did my duty, with as much good will as I could muster. My wife spent as much time watching me on slave duty as she off on her own, playing at the party. Besides requiring me to service her often and in ways I never would have imagined, my master-for-the-evening put me to the task of giving oral service to everyone at the party. My objective with the women was to give each one three rousing orgasms, which I mostly managed to accomplish. But I had to service the men as well, not my favorite thing to do. Many of the men were willing to have me suck them off; some had to be coaxed with the fact that I, as her slave, was obliged to do it. There was one hold-out, though. My buxom master got him to agree with two enticements. One was that he could ass-fuck her that night; the other was that she agreed to be his slave for an hour or two some other night. He did the ass-fucking right away, then it was my duty to take a mouth full. Not a night I will forget. But that strange adventure is not the tale I’m here to relate.
I’m going to tell you the story of another such game, with a surprisingly happy ending. Actually two. The game began as usual: two names were drawn, a man and a woman; a coin was flipped and his task was to make her come, using just one hand, in a couple of minutes; her task to resist. Many of us gathered round to watch. My wife and I felt each other up while they began. I think the woman wanted the fun of being a slave for the evening, because almost as soon as his fingers started probing her, she began bucking with an orgasm. I doubt she was faking it, but she wasn’t resisting it, either. Just the opposite; she wanted to come then and she wanted the sexy adventure of being the evening’s slave in residence. Declared his slave for the night, she beamed with anticipation of adventures to come. You knew she was excited as hell, looking forward to some very interesting sex.
Our host, the game orchestrator, tied a velvet collar around her neck to symbolize her role for the rest of the party. Her master declared that he would begin by giving her a good fuck himself. She smiled and declared she was ready, but because she was in her fertile days, a condom was needed. He said, oh no, you’re my slave; I’ll fuck you the way I want to. She blushed crimson red. I’d never seen anyone blush so much, certainly not at a swinger’s party. But then she said, OK, and lay down spreading herself receptively. At this point my wife and I drifted away, and went on with the party. We had a good time, partying the way we usually do, sticking together and finding fun ways to fuck with other people. From time to time we saw them, master and slave, in one corner of the party or another, occasionally with a man doing her up good. Eventually the two of them came up to us, and the master asked us what we wanted his slave to do. My wife, ever the sport, said she wanted to lick his slave’s pussy. The slave-girl said she was full of come and my wife said, all the better. What a gal. While my wife was going down on her, she began sucking my cock, which she did rather well, even while being distracted by the licking and sucking she was getting. She also told me that she’d been fucked by five men so far and who knew what more the night would hold.
That was the last we saw of her that evening. But a couple of years later, when the wife and I were ambling down a shopping street, there we saw her. We recognized her and, with a little prompting, she remembered us. We decide have coffee together and chat. She told us her story. Sure enough, she had gotten pregnant that night. She could have ended the pregnancy or gone to term and put up for adoption. But no, she decided she wanted children and so she did. She had a good income from her job, so that was no problem. Two girls she had, non-identical twins, and clearly by two different men. She didn’t know who the men were, nor did she care. The girls were hers. She said, "It was the best thing that ever happened to me." With everything that happened, and the rush of early parenthood, she hadn’t done any swinging since that night, now almost three years later. But, she said, "I’ve grown a little horny," and looked us right in the eye. She suggested we have dinner together later, and if we enjoyed each others company, we’d see what happened. And so we did.
