The invitation had arrived on thick black cardstock with gold lettering:
PRIVATE SWINGERS PARTY – FRIDAY 9 PM – BLACK TIE / UNIFORM OPTIONAL –
CASH BAR & CASH TRIBUTES WELCOME.
Mark stared at it for a long time while his pregnant wife, Lena, stood in front of the mirror adjusting the police-style uniform he had bought her two weeks earlier. The shirt strained across her 36DD tits, the buttons gaping just enough to show the dark lace of her nursing bra. At seven months pregnant she glowed, belly round and high, milk already leaking through the thin fabric whenever she got aroused. The short pleated skirt barely covered the bottom of her ass. Black stockings and shiny knee-high boots completed the look. A plastic badge on her chest read OFFICER LENA – CUM CONTROL.
Mark’s own cock twitched uselessly in his pants. It was small—barely four inches when fully hard—and Lena never let him forget it.
“You’re wearing the cuck collar,” she said without looking at him. “And the key stays with me. Tonight you watch, you serve, and if any of the men want their creampie cleaned, you eat it. Clear?”
“Yes, Lena.”
She turned, walked over, and placed one booted foot on the coffee table so the sole faced him. “Kiss it. Show me you understand your place before we leave.”
Mark dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to the warm leather. He inhaled the mix of polish and the faint scent of her bare foot inside. Lena wiggled her toes inside the boot.
“Good boy. Now the other one.”
He obeyed. When both boots had been thoroughly kissed she pulled him up by the collar and wiped a smear of her lipstick across his mouth.
“Cash is in the envelope in my purse. Two thousand. You’ll hand it over when I tell you. If anyone asks what it’s for, you say it’s tribute for the privilege of watching your pregnant wife get used.”
The party was held in a sprawling modern house on the edge of the city. Music thumped low. Bodies moved in the dim light. Lena walked in first, hips rolling, belly leading the way. Mark followed two steps behind, eyes down, the leather collar tight around his throat.
Within ten minutes a tall man in a fireman’s uniform—broad chest, thick arms—stopped in front of them. His eyes locked on Lena’s tits.
“Pregnant hotwife in uniform. Nice. What’s the husband’s role?”
Lena smiled. “He’s the footrest, the cleaner, and the wallet. Mark, give the man five hundred.”
Mark opened the envelope with shaking hands and passed over the bills. The fireman pocketed them without looking and reached out to squeeze one of Lena’s heavy breasts through the shirt. Milk immediately darkened the fabric.
“Leaking already. Perfect.” He looked at Mark. “On your knees. Shoes off. You’re going to worship my boots while I feel your wife up.”
Mark stripped off his own shoes and socks, then knelt. The fireman’s black boots were scuffed and still warm. Mark pressed his face to them, licking the leather, kissing the toes, while above him the man unbuttoned Lena’s shirt and freed one 36DD breast. The nipple was dark and wet. He latched on and sucked hard. Lena moaned, one hand in the fireman’s hair, the other resting on her belly.
“That’s it… drink from the pregnant slut. My husband is down there licking your boots like the small-cock cuck he is.”
Other guests gathered. A woman in a nurse uniform laughed and said, “Blowjob contest later. Pregnant wives versus the rest. Winner gets the biggest creampie of the night.”
Lena’s eyes lit up. “We’re in.”
The fireman released her nipple with a wet pop and turned Lena around so her ass faced Mark. He lifted the short skirt, revealing she wore no panties. Her smooth pussy was already glistening. He pushed two fingers inside her, then pulled them out and held them in front of Mark’s face.
“Clean these, then get your tongue in her ass. I want her hole wet before I fuck it.”
Mark licked the fingers clean, tasting his wife, then leaned in and spread her cheeks. He buried his face and licked. Lena pushed back against him while the fireman went back to suckling her other breast. Milk ran down his chin. Mark’s small cock strained painfully in his pants, untouched and ignored.
After several minutes of asslicking the fireman pulled Mark away by the hair.
“Forced strip time, cuck. Everything off. Now.”
Mark stood and stripped under the watching eyes of a dozen people. When his small, hard cock bobbed free, laughter rippled through the room. Someone took a photo. Lena reached down, flicked the head of it with one manicured nail, and said, “That’s all he has. Four inches on a good day. Tonight it doesn’t get used. It just leaks.”
The fireman bent Lena over the back of a couch, still in her open uniform shirt and skirt pushed up. He freed a thick cock and pushed into her pussy in one stroke. Mark was ordered back to his knees behind them. He watched the thick shaft disappear into his pregnant wife while he licked the place where they joined, then higher, tongue returning to her ass.
“Asslicking while I breed your wife,” the fireman grunted. “Keep that tongue working.”
Lena’s milk-heavy tits swung with every thrust. She reached back, grabbed Mark’s hair, and forced his face deeper into her crack.
“Harder. Clean your wife’s ass while a real cock fills her. And don’t you dare touch that little dick.”
When the fireman finally came, he buried himself deep and flooded her. He pulled out slowly, a thick white river following. Lena turned, still bent over, and looked at Mark.
“Creampie eat. Now. Every drop.”
Mark pressed his mouth to her open pussy and sucked. The mixture of her juices and another man’s cum filled his mouth. He swallowed again and again while Lena stroked his hair like a pet.
“Good cuck. Clean me out. Then we’re going to the blowjob contest.”
The contest was held in the large living room. Three pregnant wives (including Lena) and four other women knelt in a line. The men stood in front of them, cocks out. Rules were simple: five minutes, no hands, first woman to make her assigned man cum won a special prize—the biggest creampie of the night from the thickest cock present, delivered while her husband watched and then cleaned.
Lena was paired with a muscular man in a military uniform. His cock was heavy and already leaking. Mark was forced to sit on the floor at Lena’s side, naked, small cock still hard and ignored. Lena’s feet were bare now; she had kicked the boots off. She rested one foot on Mark’s thigh, toes flexing against his skin while she opened her mouth and took the military cock deep.
She sucked with skill and hunger, milk still beading on her exposed nipples. Mark stared at her feet—the high arches, the painted toes, the soft soles that had walked all day. He leaned down and kissed the top of her foot. Lena didn’t stop sucking; she simply pressed her sole against his face in silent permission. Mark licked between her toes, sucked each one, inhaled the warm scent while his wife’s throat worked around another man’s cock.
The military man lasted only three minutes. He grabbed Lena’s head and came hard down her throat. She swallowed everything, pulled off, and wiped her shiny lips with the back of her hand.
“Winner,” someone announced.
The prize cock belonged to a tall, quiet man who had been watching from the corner. Easily nine inches, thick. He paid Mark another five hundred in cash for the privilege, then led Lena to a low padded bench. She lay back, belly high, 36DD tits spilling sideways. The man straddled her chest first, sliding his cock between her milk-slick breasts.
“Suckle while I fuck these,” he told her.
Lena latched onto one of her own nipples and drank while he thrust between the soft, leaking mounds. Milk sprayed across his shaft. After a minute he moved down, spread her legs, and pushed into her creampie-wet pussy. Mark was ordered to the end of the bench. Lena lifted both feet and planted the soles against his face.
“Foot fetish time, husband. Lick them while he fills me. When he cums you’re eating it again.”
Mark licked. He sucked her toes, dragged his tongue along the soft arches, kissed the wrinkled soles while the thick cock pistoned in and out of his pregnant wife. Lena moaned around her own nipple, still drinking her milk, belly rising and falling.
The man lasted longer than the others. When he finally came he stayed buried, pulsing, then pulled out and immediately sat on Mark’s face in a reverse facesitting position so his still-dripping cock and balls rested on Mark’s mouth while Lena’s used pussy hovered above.
“Clean the cock first, then the creampie,” Lena ordered.
Mark licked the thick shaft clean, sucked the head, then moved to his wife’s open pussy and ate the fresh load. Above him Lena’s feet rested on the man’s shoulders; she wiggled her toes against Mark’s forehead as he swallowed.
Later the party moved to a group scene on a pile of cushions. Lena ended up on her back again, one man suckling her left breast, another her right, both drinking her tit milk while a third fucked her slowly. Mark was placed under her in a sixty-nine facesitting position so her wet, used pussy and ass rested on his face. She ground down, smothering him, while her bare feet were offered to yet another guest who licked and sucked them with open hunger.
“Forced strip is already done,” Lena said to the room, voice husky. “My small-cock husband is naked and serving. Anyone who wants his mouth on their feet, their ass, or their creampie just has to drop cash in the envelope.”
Several men did. Mark spent the next hour rotating between licking boots, bare feet, assholes, and cum-filled pussies. Every time Lena received a new load he was called over to clean it. His own small cock remained untouched, leaking steadily onto the floor.
Near the end of the night Lena sat on a high-backed chair like a queen, still in the open uniform shirt, skirt long gone. Her 36DD tits were red and wet from constant suckling. She called Mark over and made him kneel between her legs. She lifted one foot and rested it on his shoulder, the other directly on his small cock, toes curling around the shaft.
“Stroke it with my foot,” she said. “Slow. You’re not allowed to cum until every man who paid gets one last turn with me.”
Three more men fucked her while Mark was edged by the soft sole of her foot. She made him lick between her toes during each creampie. When the last man finished and Mark had cleaned him out, Lena finally pressed her foot harder and said, “Cum for your pregnant hotwife. Make a mess on my sole.”
Mark came with a broken sound, thin spurts landing on her arch and toes. Lena examined the small puddle, then wiped it off on his cheek.
“Good cuck. Now suck it clean.”
He did.
They left at 2 a.m. Lena’s uniform shirt was buttoned crookedly, milk stains visible. Mark carried the emptier envelope and walked half a step behind her. In the car she rested her bare feet in his lap.
“Next month’s party already has us on the list,” she said. “Same rules. More cash. And next time I want you in a matching uniform—something humiliating. Maybe a French maid outfit while you’re on your knees cleaning creampies.”
Mark kissed the arch of her foot and whispered, “Yes, Lena.”
She smiled, closed her eyes, and let one hand rest on her pregnant belly while the other idly played with a leaking nipple.
“That’s my good little foot-licking, creampie-eating, small-cock husband.”
Outside the city lights blurred past. Inside the car the scent of sex, milk, and leather still hung thick in the air.
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