Christmas Orgy

My neighbors, Matt and Jane, threw a Christmas party and invited me and my wife, Sally, along. Sally said she didn’t really want to go, but I did. Since we’d been married, it seemed as though Sally had lost all her interest in having a good time. I didn’t know why.

I’d asked her if something was wrong, but she’d insisted it was nothing. We’d fought long and hard to be married. The law in our state had prohibited it for so long. When it finally became legal, I was ecstatic.

Sally said she didn’t like Matt and Jane. Jane was such a horny-looking woman, always dressed in skimpy shorts in the summer and tight, tight jeans in the winter. She showed off her figure any chance she could, and I personally didn’t see anything wrong with her.

Another reason why I really wanted to go was so I wouldn’t have to worry about driving home. Jane was gorgeous, and with any luck, I’d score a Christmas kiss and maybe a bit of a feel-up. I could always blame it on the drink.

I’d always envied them. Their weekends were taken up entertaining. Music and laughter could be heard until the early hours. I had wanted to attend one party at least to see what they got up to, and now we were going to get the chance.

We didn’t arrive until nine because we attended each parent’s house and went through the rituals of Christmas. For some reason, Sally seemed to take forever to get ready, which was odd considering she didn’t really even want to go. By the time we got there, their party was already in full swing. There were many people, most we didn’t know, but I did eye at least one neighbor called Harper.

I noticed some of the guys getting pretty frisky with the girls, and the girls didn’t seem to mind at all. I hoped it wasn’t going to be a swinger’s party. I was sure we were the only gay couple.

I wondered if they were into some sort of kinky shit when I stumbled across a couple in their kitchen. The guy had the girl laid out over the table and was fucking her. Jane was at the sink, washing glasses as though it were an everyday occurrence, totally oblivious. She barely batted an eyelash, and I didn’t know where to look.

I backed out, embarrassed, my face flushed, eager to relay all to Sally. She didn’t believe me. Said I shouldn’t make up stories. I told her to go and look herself, but she wouldn’t. I eyed the crowd. Hands were up skirts, fingers feeling up tits and bums. One couple stood in the corner, and it was pretty obvious what they were up to. I couldn’t see properly and didn’t want to stare, but the woman was on her knees. She could only have been doing one thing: sucking his cock.

“Look around you and open your eyes,” I told Sally as I sidled up to her.

She had been talking to Harper and was desperate to get back to their conversation. “Whatever!” she said flippantly and turned away from me.

What the fuck was going on?

As the hours sped by, some couples went missing, only to return a short while later and disappear again with different partners. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like they were into more than wife-swapping, and I wanted to check it out. I had trouble keeping up conversations as my mind conjured up wicked thoughts.

I was flattered that quite a few guys were interested, but I only had eyes for their wives. I’d read about clubs, gay clubs that participated in this sort of thing, but there was no way Sally would ever have been interested. So I didn’t even bother bringing it up with her now. In our early years, we’d make up scenarios and then back out.

Excusing myself, I made my way down to the toilet and heard giggling coming from what I assumed to be Jane’s bedroom. Just as I opened the toilet door, a couple burst out of the bedroom, adjusting their clothing, whispering as they passed me.

I was right! I knew it.

In Jane’s bedroom, I intended to make sure the drapes were partially open so I could peek in from the outside. As I was just about to sneak back out again, I heard someone coming. I hid behind the curtain just as Jane and the guy from the kitchen came in.

“So what do you think of her?” Jane asked.

“She was hot, but not as fucking hot as you,” he said.

“Glad you came?” She giggled.

“Yes, and I intended to come a lot more, too,” he laughed.