“That House Party Where She Ripped Off My Condom and We Fucked Every Wife Raw Until We Covered Them All in Cum” ??

I’d never been to a private house swingers party quite like that one, ten of us in a sprawling modern mansion on the outskirts of the city, mood lighting low, music pulsing, bottles of champagne flowing.

Three couples and two single bulls: me and Jake, the other guy who clearly spent as much time in the gym as I did. The couples were all hot, mid 30s, fit, confident. The wives were stunning: Mia in a red lace bodysuit, Chloe in black stockings and nothing else, and Lauren, the one I’d played with twice before, in a tiny white thong and sheer crop top that made her perfect heavy tits look even more incredible. We’d gone raw those previous times, both tested clean multiple times, and she kept giving me that knowing smirk all night.

Everyone agreed on condoms for safety with new playmates. The night started fast, kissing, touching, clothes disappearing. Soon the massive sectional couch and rugs were full of bodies. Jake and I took turns with the wives while husbands watched or joined in.

Most of the guys didn’t last long. First round, two husbands came in under five minutes watching their wives ride us. The third tapped out after ten, groaning as he filled his condom inside Chloe. Jake was solid, but even he blew pretty quick the first time Mia deep throated him while I fucked her from behind.

That left me as the one still rock hard and ready for more.

I moved to Lauren on the ottoman, her legs spread wide, eyes locked on mine like they always do. I rolled on a condom, slid into her slow, and she moaned loud, everyone heard it. Halfway through, her pussy gripping me tight, she suddenly reached down, grabbed the base, and ripped the condom off in one swift pull.

“I need to feel your cock raw,” she gasped, loud enough for the whole room to hear. “We’re clean… I want you bare… deep… now.”

The other wives froze, watching her take me raw while their husbands were already spent. You could see the jealousy flash across Mia’s and Chloe’s faces, pure hunger. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Mia whispered. Chloe bit her lip and nodded, “I want that too.”

Lauren didn’t care. She wrapped her legs around me, pulled me deeper, and I started pounding her bare, skin on skin, her wet heat swallowing every inch. She came hard within minutes, screaming, nails raking my back, pussy pulsing around me.

Word spread fast. Soon both other wives were begging for the same. Their husbands, already done twice, just watched in awe as I took Mia and Chloe raw one after the other, deep, hard, long strokes while they moaned about how good real cock felt without latex. Jake, not one to back down, stepped up too. He’s built, hung, and competitive as hell. We turned it into an unspoken challenge: who could outlast the other, who could make the girls scream louder, who could hold off longest.

We rotated through all three wives for hours, fucking them side by side on the rug, against the wall, on the kitchen island. Jake and I matched pace, thrusting deep, making them squirt, making them beg. The husbands sat back, stroking softly, completely spent but loving the show.

Finally, when the girls were trembling, covered in sweat, barely able to speak, Jake and I pulled them all into the center of the room. The three wives knelt in front of us, mouths open, tongues out, looking up with pure lust.

We stroked hard and fast, side by side, and unloaded at almost the same moment, thick ropes of cum painting their faces, tits, tongues, dripping down chins and nipples. They fought over it, licking each other clean, then took turns sucking us both dry, lips sealed tight, throats working until we had nothing left to give.

By the end, Jake and I were the last two standing, drained but victorious. The girls curled up together on the couch, glowing and ruined. The husbands just grinned, knowing they’d gotten way more than they bargained for.

Can’t wait for another house party. 😈