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  1. There we were in the afterglow of the four of us having just completed the first round of group grope sex with each other. We, the two ladies laying side by side were enjoying a face-to-face embrace and nuzzling as our opposite hubbies were spooning us, when I felt a warmness that was way beyond sexual fluids of ejaculation and oral sex. It was pooling between the other wife and my crotches and, had grown to spread both upwards and downwards. Then I felt the fluid continue to spread back to my rear between me and her hubby. Pulling back, I exclaimed "who is pissing in the bed?" We ladies quickly yelled at the men and both men claimed it wasn't them. The other wife also exhorted it wasn't her and I sure as hell knew it wasn't me! She said, "If I were going to pee on you, it would be in the shower not a bed that can get soaked." Turned out, one of our friends that had been over earlier in the day and had used our bedroom to change her infant's diaper. She didn't even think...yup...it was 1972 and she had stabbed diaper pins right into our waterbed mattress. Guess the exertion of four full grown and highly charged sexual acrobats loosened the pin holes really well. We realized what happened and our military husbands were quick to grab the duct tape for repairs, towels and fresh sheets. After all the night was young...and so were we. By the way, she was telling the truth about the shower. We two ladies literally got into a pissing contest to see which of us could pull up our pussy and pee a stream like a guy. We never laughed so hard. (Ah the virtues of Jack Daniels)
  2. (As told to us from our swinging friends Gene and Nancy) Gene had received miracle military orders for his initial active duty permanent change of station. Of all the places that the Navy could send him, he was ordered to NAS Dallas which at that time was situated between Fort Worth and Dallas. Getting orders to Texas was a blessing and they have made Texas their forever home even after his military obligations were fulfilled. Life and income as entry level for Nancy in the workforce and for Gene in the military meant that they had to be very careful with their expenditures. The moved into a single-family rental that was out in the countryside (of course today that is part of the DFW Megaplex) to start their first real adult life living outside of their rural NW Arkansas childhood homes. They could see their neighbors, but the houses set in the middle of 1.5 acre lot which allowed them to play cassette tapes on their favorite music while out on the patio, yet still not bother their neighbors. Being tight with money was a hallmark of both of their upbringing. In Arkansas they had nearby fresh running streams and swimming holes to enjoy, but the access and distance to such things from where they worked and lived seemed to always be out of reach for time and certainly for money. Texas is huge and the distances between venues was also lengthy. “We have got to come up with something to enjoy these hot summers,” stated Nancy. “I don’t like sitting inside the air conditioning all weekend. What can we do?” After a lot of discussion and going over the pros and cons, they decided that they would purchase one of the low cost circular shaped, above ground pools that had at least a filter system. Both of their families had a history of constructing their own homes, so it was an easy leap to consider building a free-standing scaffolding/deck to go around a portion of the pool. The rationale was that they would soon save in time and money the expense and that since they were building it with skids and freestanding, they could disassemble the components to move to another rental if required. Their landlord agreed to the placement. All of Nancy’s income was not targeted for their needs which left them with sufficient funds to buy the pool so long as they stuck to their savings plans. They received a significant discount as they purchased the kit off season. So instead of having a stair to a portion of a deck, they were able to create a larger sundeck and a small foot deck all around the pool. Warmer temps came soon signaling time to try out the pool. “Ohmigod” exclaimed Nancy as she lowered herself into the water, “this is damn cold.” Gene agreed and between them they didn’t stay in very long opting to get out and lounge on the sundeck. “Well, this is a problem,” said Nancy. She had warmed up in the sun and rose up on her elbows to see the neighbors out in their backyard waving at them. She waved meekly back. “Gene, I’m not real comfortable using the pool in my bikini with the neighbors getting an eye level view of my crotch.” Gene raised up trying to look as nonchalant as possible and said, “You are so right. We should add a screen around the whole circle. Frankly, I was already thinking of how to add a gate to our steps as we don’t need to be responsible for some child climbing into our pool.” They agreed and took the balance of the weekend to plan, measure, and budget for the additional materials. At Sunday School they had mentioned to some of their friends in the Young Married Class that they were having to install a privacy screen around their pool. It wasn’t going to get going as quickly as they wanted since Gene would have to be “on duty” at the Navy the next two weekends. He would be working by himself on those Monday and Tuesday’s. There was a limit to what Nancy could do physically even though she knew exactly how to construct the screens. After hearing that, a Sunday School classmate couple, Martha and Mike, said they would help her on Saturdays and Mike could come by after his shift ended to get a couple of hours in with Gene on the Monday and Tuesdays. Of course, would they get an invite to play in the pool now and then was their question. Gene and Nancy quickly agreed adding it would be great to develop new friends and expressed appreciation for the help. The work would start the following Saturday. Gene worked hard as late as he was allowed within the neighborhood rules the next weekdays after duty to get the basic framework done for the additional screening material. They decided upon using a fence plank batten system that would make the pool interior only visible from a flight above or from inside the screening. Gene and Nancy spoke at length about being able to skinny dip just like they did in the remote swimming holes of Arkansas. They went further to say, they would have to be quiet or really turn up the music, but wouldn’t fucking out on the sun deck be a wonderful experience. “You know, I have a feeling about Mike and Martha,” said Nancy as she was on top of Gene riding his cock, “I think they could be our fantasy headboard bangers, you would like to fuck Martha wouldn’t you?” She felt him become a little harder and he grunted back, “and you would like to fuck Gene I bet.” “Might be fun, want to play fantasy,” she cooed and bent over to kiss his nipples then placed her breasts towards his mouth. Gene pulled off her nipple and eased her back into a sitting position as he massaged her breasts, “Go ahead say it, say it.” Nancy said "Fuck me Mike, fuck me Mike" to her husband in the first step of the fantasy. Martha and Gene are over there fucking each other.” “Fuck her good Gene, fuck Nancy good. Ride my cock Martha, ride my cock, I’m going to fill you up,” he replied in their role playing. Both of their minds were now fucking their Sunday School classmates and it didn’t take long before they were both screaming the names of others as they both came in a sweaty collision of matching orgasms. “Whew,” said Gene, “I think we like that couple.” “Yeah,” she replied, “Mike got me off really good. ...Do you think?” “I don’t know, but maybe, would you be okay...if we actually did?” he replied. “If you are, then I am. We have only known each other and that’s been six years of happiness, but having sex with them might be fun, just only as fun.” She snuggled into his neck with her hand squeezing his flaccid cock softly. “I guess if it comes to be, then I’m okay. We can’t have kids, we might as well have fun. What’s this,” she felt his cock come back to life, ”you are getting hard about this aren’t you?" Gene knew his cock couldn’t lie, it was already getting hard at the realization that his bride, was apparently ready to sense the feeling of another cock and she was blessing that he would be able to sink his cock into another woman. “Guess the old truth-or-tell stick is telling you what I think. I think Mike might be ready for another round,” as he rolled her onto her back and inserted his cock, “Mike feel pretty good right about now?” “Um…yes, yes, yes!” Gene had to leave for his Navy duty. Nancy stood naked in the foyer with her arms around Gene’s neck giving his a deep French kiss. Gene reached down and cupped her pussy, then stuck a finger in her. She leaned back and said, “Stop you can’t be late for work and you’re teasing me, quit it you asshole, umm, don’t, don’t” she faded off. Well maybe you can get off with Mike and Martha he grinned, pecked her on the cheek and left to her teasing him, “Well, I just might leaving me in this condition. Love you, see you tonight,” she called after him. Mike and Martha showed up early on Saturday morning. The weather was starting to really turn warm and it would take no time working in the heat to really start sweating. The pace was quick and after a few hours, Nancy said, “Hey, let’s take a break. You guys are moving so fast, there won’t be anything for Gene to do. I’m hungry how about you?” The threesome went inside the sliding doors to the eat-in kitchen where Nancy began setting out sandwich meats and drinks on the counter top. Martha said, “Guess we are excited about working our way into an occasional use of the pool and wanted you to get this done…but, why so much screening?” Mike questioned, “Aren’t you concerned about blocking the wind?” Nancy replied, “Seems really rare that we don’t have some sort of wind and if we get too hot, we just jump back into the water. Add to that, we don’t like going to public pools and we want to be able to have some privacy when we enjoy the water.” She hesitated before she said the next as she considered the couple sitting with her. They were dressed to work in the Texas heat with Martha wearing a tank top and no bra. More than once when she had bent over to pick up tools and parts, the neckline of her tank top had fallen with gravity to easily show her breasts but not her nipples. As the sweat had endured, her nipples became clear through the thin material. Mike on the other hand had already stripped out of his tank top. His shorts were loose fitting not revealing any outline of what Martha enjoyed at home. I wonder how this will go, thought Nancy. “And when we are not enjoying the water, we most likely will be working on our zero tan lines,” she said with a grin and an eyebrow wiggle, “know what I mean?” asked Nancy. Martha was walking back from the refrigerator with two beers in hand, she handed one to Martha and wagged her finger at Mike. Mike said, “That means I’m driving but, glad to see that you guys like a beer. Not all of the church folks would understand.” Nancy popped the top of her beer, and clicked Martha’s can saying, “Probably a lot they might not understand, but that’s their problem,” looking to Mike, “sorry, no drinking and driving.” Martha took a long sip from her beer, saying…”so when you mean zero tan lines, you mean nude,” asked Martha, “if that’s the case, I’m in…my ladies like the sun.” She then lifted her tank top to reveal her zero tan lines saying, “See?” Nancy was taken aback by the sudden showing of her Sunday School classmate’s breasts but wasn’t going to be upstaged. She reached down and pulled her own shirt up revealing her provoked nipples and said, “Me too, but I don’t have any tan lines because I don’t have any tan as yet.” Martha said, “Let’s compare.” She quickly moved to stand beside Nancy and commanded Mike, “So does she have tan lines, or not, look at both of us and tell us which has tan line?” Mike didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t seen this side of his wife. She was outgoing and a little bit of an exhibitionist. Yes, he knew she would go out to their side yard that was very private and yes, she would sunbathe but, this was a circumstance he hadn’t anticipated. “Uh, well Martha I guess you don’t have any tan lines that I can see.” “Crap,” yelled Martha and jerked her tank top completely then grabbed Nancy’s shirt pulling it over her head. “Now cowboy, which of us have tan lines?” “Uh, Nancy you do seem to have a little bit of neckline color, but it, it’s uh, way up high“ he stuttered. Nancy reached down and lifted her small breasts, wiggling what little she had saying, “Yeah but there are not tan lines here, right,” she then dropped her breasts and reached over pulling Martha tightly close to her with her left arm. She alternated grabbing her left breast then Martha’s right breast saying, “see no tan lines, right.” Martha got into the act grabbing Nancy with her right arm and using her free hand lifted her larger breasts towards Nancy. The resultant sight for Mike was to watch these two girls poke their adjacent breasts at each other while yelling about who had zero tan lines. “Wait, wait, Mike said, “maybe we could agree that you both are right. Does it really matter? Aren’t you both going to get to get full tan lines, I mean zero tan lines, hell I don’t know what I mean? The girls laughed and embraced giggling at Mike. Martha said, “I think we have him flustered.” “Yeah, I think so,” said Nancy, “want some mustard?” Both girls turned to making their sandwiches as Mike sat dumbfounded watch the two topless ladies go about their effort as if they were not the least concerned about their semi-nude appearance. “Uh, honey, do you want your shirt?" he asked. “I don’t see one on you, you know you guys can’t have all of the leeway, right Nancy?” she replied. “So right,” she giggled. “Gawd I wish Gene were here to see this. I know he would love your tits.” “So, Mike,” asked Martha, “do you think Gene would love my tits, do you love Nancy’s tits?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Well, let’s get lunch done and get back to work so Gene can get a chance, right Mike?” Martha asked rhetorically. “How about giving me those chips over here honey?” asked Martha. Mike stood to reach towards the breakfast cart that was just out of arms reach and grabbed the chips bag. “Ah ha, I knew he was enjoying this, look at that hard-on growing on that cowboy,” cheered Martha. “I think he likes what he is seeing, don’t you?” she asked Nancy. “I know I like what I’m seeing, and I bet Gene will like looking at these,” as she pointed to Martha. She reached over to touch Martha’s nipples and saw the areola visibly tighten. She had not seen that since she left home thinking of how she and her sisters had reached puberty testing each other’s nipples and even suckling. She found herself lost in Martha’s nipples and leaned into her breasts grazing her lips across the tighten protrusion. Her tongue reached out delicately tasting the sweat that coated Martha’s nipple and then found herself suckling on her breast. Martha did not expect this but was enjoying it. She looked at Mike whose mouth was fully agape and motioned him over holding her remaining breast up for him. Mike was in a trance as he nursed on his wife’s bosom listening to her groan with pleasure. She was now enjoying the ministrations of both her friend and her husband. She felt a delicate hand reach up under her shorts leg that started massaging her hairless pussy. Nancy pulled her head delicately away from Martha’s nipple saying, “You have no hair, it feels really nice.” Martha pulled her husband’s head tighter to her breast and said to Nancy, “Help me pull these off.” She lifted her ass from the chair seat and allowed Nancy to remove her shorts. She wore no underwear. Nancy went directly to massaging Martha’s clitoris and was rewarded with groans of delight with exclamations of “oh yes, oh yes.” The wetness of Martha’s pussy was increasing, and she was getting close to an orgasm when she said, “somebody fuck me, fuck me.” Nancy was rapidly finger fucking Martha to her first orgasm when she felt Martha tugging on her shorts. Nancy reached down and pulled her shorts down with her free hand as Martha quickly inserted one, then two fingers into her wet pussy. Nancy had never had experienced an orgasm while standing and didn’t think she could make it that way now. She quickly pulled a chair up beside Martha and spread her legs as close as she could get them to Martha so that they both could face each other and masturbate each to their climaxes. Martha was already so close to reaching that point that she could not hold back, she screamed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, there, there, aiyeeee,” she panted and arched hard onto Nancy’s fingers which were now three inside her. Having achieved her crest, she lurched into Nancy with a sense of urgency. Their arms were now interfering Mike’s position. Martha said, “relax, let me take you there.” She leaned into Nancy’s breasts and began to suck hard on her nipples tenderly nipping them with her teeth. Nancy lifted her feet and placed them onto the table attempting to offer more of herself and to raise her pussy higher. Martha got up and walked around to Nancy’s right using her right hand to massage and coax Nancy to achieve the same that she received by Martha. Nancy started bucking and had no regard to what was on the table top. Her legs spread even wider and she started saying, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, right there, that’s the spot, oh, oh, hi, hi, hi, hee, heeee,” as she came with a shudder. Martha continued to stroke her canal until Nancy’s spasms subsided. “Uh, so this is how we build a privacy screen?” giggled Martha. “We need to build more often,” replied Nancy. “I didn’t know I was bi-sexual.” “Do you have sisters close to your age,” asked Martha. “Yes” “So do I,” Martha smiled knowingly, “enough said, huh?" Nancy nodded, then realized that she was not only totally naked and had just orgasmed…something only Gene had seen…but there was poor Mike. “Uh, what about Mike…and, oh no, Gene…what do I do?“ her voice panicked. “No problem, right Mike, right, “asked Martha with a tone that implied Mike had better not have a problem. “I’m guessing, Gene would enjoy this too.” “Look” said Martha to Nancy, “we sort of just walked into this little fun time. Mike and I have often spoke of how sexy you two appear in your demure way. Guess we might have acted a little on those feelings just now." “You and I got jacked off by each other and Mike only kissed my body, not yours. But my cowboy over there needs relief. I propose that we jack him off and then I’ll be happy to help you jack off your cowboy later since he is not here. Only fair, right?” Martha didn’t wait for Nancy to reply and immediately went over to Mike unzipping his cargo shorts and pulling them down to his ankles. His very erect hard-on leapt to the sky and was oozing pre-cum. “I suspect that we can get him off in less than a dozen strokes,” as she positioned him between the two of them. Martha turned him around and made Mike lean his ass on the table edge between the two girls. “Okay, you can play with both of our titties, if that’s alright with you Nancy,” suggested Martha. “Uh…I guess so, I mean its not like we’re fucking, just touching, heavily touching,” she said quietly. “Can I trade sides,” Nancy asked, “I generally jack Gene off using my other hand.” The girls quickly traded sides and Martha began to stroke her husband looking to Nancy, “Are you going to help out?” Nancy reached over and placed her hand below Martha’s grasping Mike’s shaft. It felt so good to sense a different man’s cock and while it had a familiar feel to Gene’s it was different. She without consideration slid her hand down to Gene’s balls and felt them tighten to her touch. She didn’t hear herself say “nice balls.” Martha bent over and licked to top of Mike’s cock she briefly encircled her lips around the oozing head then pulled back offering her husband’s cock to Nancy saying, “he tastes good, try him.” Nancy didn’t react immediately and kept pumping the base of Mike’s shaft. Martha saw the hesitancy in Nancy’s reaction. She let go of Mike’s cock telling Nancy, "give him a full pump, that’s it all the way up and down." “You like that, huh cowboy,” Martha asked softly, “she has nice hands and she is so close to tasting you?” “How is he compared to your hubby or other guys you jacked off,” Martha asked Nancy? Nancy was at loss for words. Here she was not only touching but jacking off the only other cock she ever held. Up till now, all had been fantasy and role playing. Mike’s cock was slight different in its curve than her husband’s which really curled up and back towards Mike’s belly. She hadn’t even been comparing until Martha questioned her. “Well, this is the only the second cock I have ever held and except for this curve,” she pointed with her fingers, “he feels a lot like Gene.” “But how does he taste compared to Gene?” Martha asked. “Get down there and give him a good sucking.” “I’ve never done that for Gene or, anyone,” Nancy said with apprehension in her voice. Mike and Martha both responded at the same time with “What, why?” “Do you guys not do oral sex?” asked Martha. “Gene gets me off that way all the time. But I have tried this on Gene,” as she bent over and kissed Mike’s cock head and then licked his balls moving upward to his shaft kissing the top of his cock finishing by pulling back slightly as she dipped her tongue into the hole of his cock while continuing to jack Mike’s shaft. “I just don’t want Gene to come in my mouth. I’m scared I’ll gag, choke, or throw up on him and disappoint him. I really must be in the mood to even think about it. I can’t explain,” she said with a sadden tone. “So, Gene has never had a blowjob,” asked Martha? "No, we were total virgins when we married and as of now, I’m a little ahead of him and yet, this feels so right,” replied Nancy, “but I just haven’t been able to give him a full blowjob.” Mike offered, “If you aren’t going to lubricate me with a blow job can we get something, lotion, KY, something.” Nancy said, “Sure we have KY in my night stand, I’ll go get it.” “Stay right there and lick him once or twice, I’ll go get it,” Martha said as she abruptly left the room in search of the lubricant. Nancy was now alone with Mike and continued to softly stroke his cock. Mike had reached around her and was massaging her breasts tweaking her nipple when he said, “If you want to try and not worry about having to always try, go ahead and suck my cock. I promise I’ll will let you know when I’m cumming so it won’t go into your mouth. For sure there will be pre-cum oozing, but I won’t cum without telling you first.” Nancy was so horny and was very much in the mood. She looked into his eyes, smiled, and said, “You better let me know, or there is no pool for you two.” She bent over and took his cock fully into her mouth. If was a pleasant sensation to her and she could immediately sense girth growing. She pulled back off stroking his cock and looked up saying, “I felt you react, don’t you dare cum in my mouth, got it?” “Got it and you are doing a wonderful job,” said Mike. Martha walked back from the couple’s bedroom holding the bottle of KY lubricant she had found sitting atop a stack of Playboy and Penthouse magazines on the shelf of the nightstand. It was apparent that these Sunday Schooler’s had a healthy sex drive and she was thinking, "How can I get Nancy to give Mike a blowjob so I can do Gene?" Nancy was confronted by the sight that she had desired. There was her husband participating in the deflowering of a virgin cocksucker. Nancy had now shifted in front of Mike to better command Mike’s cock in her mouth. Mike had eased his ass onto the table top with his feet resting on the backs of two chairs. He looks like he was in a GYN exam, but look at her go, smiled Nancy to herself. Suddenly the phone rang on the wall which startled all three of them. Martha grabbed the phone answering in a cheerful voice, “Gene and Nancy’s, Martha speaking.” “Oh, hi Gene.” The cord was long enough that she walked over her husband and friend pointing vigorously to her gaping mouth mimicking a cock going in and out, then pushed Nancy back towards Mike’s cock. Nancy went back to sucking Mike’s cock. “Actually, I had to come into pee. Nancy is till working with Mike and really going at it. Un-huh, un-huh, sure.” She was now standing behind Nancy cradling the phone between her shoulder and cheek. She opened the lubricant and poured a generous amount into her right palm, placed the bottle on the counter then walked up behind Nancy. “Gee, that’s too bad, I’ll tell her,” as she placed the palm of her hand into Nancy ass crack sliding down lubricating her all the way to her pussy. She began stroking Nancy’s pussy with the heal of her hand spreading her labia like a snow plow then running back and forth over her clitoris, “so you have unexpected duty and will be back tomorrow after the drills are complete?” Nancy heard Martha ask Gene, “Hey, are you guys going to let us skinny dip in the pool with you once this is done? Of course Mike will be fine with that, but I’ll have to tell you, he is likely to have a hard-on when he plays with me. That okay. Uh-huh, un-huh.” Nancy was becoming more excited and she was stifling moans which amounted to her emitting an extra vibration on Mike’s cock. She could feel his girth growing. Martha is seducing my husband, over the phone and masturbating me to heaven. She increased her suction and started a quicker pace on Mike’s cock. “Oh, I already asked your wife. She said she would be fine with the four of us skinny dipping. Nancy also tells me that you will most likely have a hard-on as well. Will that bother you?” she asked sweetly. “Un-huh, sure, of course, certainly we understand. Good, cool, really cool, ummm, I guess I mean really hot.” She seductively said, “I think that you’re right and I’m looking forward to seeing the two of you hot and naked. I’m getting a little horny just thinking of the image. Bet you are too.” Nancy was listening to this one side conversation getting more and excited. She was pick up her pace on Mike even more and she could tell Mike was having difficulty holding back. Martha had her to the edge of an orgasmic bliss, and she felt that she would soon be screaming onto Mike’s cock. Dammit Martha, your going to make me give myself away…Gene will hear me. Then Martha said, “Maybe you will let Mike and I christen your sundeck while you two do the same.” She paused listening, “Ask Nancy about the headboard game back in Arkansas, okay, but are you two swingers? Oh it was listening to neighbors through the wall, uh huh, uh huh, how did that turn out?” she asked. Martha had her two fingers inside Nancy while her thumb was massage Nancy’s rosebud. “So, I get it,” she spoke into the phone, “you two pretended to fuck your neighbors through the wall. That’s sexy, I can’t wait to see Nancy give you a blowjob while I’m doing Mike,” she said. “Huh, what, she doesn’t do blowjobs? Have you not had a blowjob, ever?” she asked with alarm. “Really, we will just have to get that remedied, hang on, I’ll be right back,” she told him. Martha pretended to shout out the door yelling at her husband and neighbor, “Hey, you two mind if I give Gene his first blowjob when we christen the pool? Cool, alright thumbs up back to you.” She then stuck her thumb tip into Nancy’s rosebud. Nancy reacted instinctively pressing against Martha’s thumb and begin humping Martha’s thumb and fingers. She now was jacking Mike aggressively sensing his cock growing even tighter. Her forehead was feeling his stomach contract in rhythm with her hands and her mouth. “Well, Gene, the team here is a go to get you out of your virgin state, come Monday, and you will get to cum,” she giggled. “Gene can’t be here Monday so it will be just us ladies, that okay?” she asked. “Uh-huh, sure, of course, well if you don’t mind, I suppose that would be nice, Certainly, I just bet I can make that happen. Not a problem for us, I have an insert. What about Nancy…oh can’t have kids. Really, you did that. You two are special. Call me back in about two hours, looking forward to getting you in my mouth and more. Bye.” “Nancy, Gene says that he not only would like me to give him a blow job, he would like to fuck me,” Martha reported. “He tells me that he is fixed and you can’t have children. I have an insert so Gene can unload as much spunk as he can in me, nice and deep.” Nancy was no longer stifling her groans as she felt Martha reach around her tweaking her nipples. “Gene also said that if we wanted to have a threesome today, he was cool with that as long as we ladies did him Monday. So, let’s get my husband and you off then rest up for a fucking tonight," suggested Martha, “okay?” She then started chanting “suck him, suck him, suck him.” Hearing what she suspected that Gene was open to swapping wives and that he wanted her to go ahead had her spinning. The headboard game was going to become a real-life experience. Nancy was going nuts as she was close to her own orgasm and she knew Mike was too. Mike reached down and held her head steady saying, “I’m going to blow, I’m going to cum, pull off, pull off.” Out of somewhere she did not know, Nancy became more intense on sucking him knowing that he was going to explode in her mouth. She wanted it and started a high pitched nasal sound that sounded like a steam whistle. His cock began to swell, and she felt his ball sack tighten to when it was like a drum skin and then the channel of his spunk started erupting through his cock into her mouth. Martha saw the first telltale signs and as soon as she saw Mike’s cock begin to pump his seed into Nancy’s mouth, she rammed her thumb fully into Nancy’s ass then pinching the membrane gently between Nancy’s ass and her pussy deeply and rapidly. It sent Nancy into a physical exertion pressing her ass towards Martha and using Mike’s cock as a fulcrum. Nancy could not swallow the ropes of cum pulsating from Mike and much of it rolled back down onto his cock. She fell forward onto his stomach and lower chest screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh shit, oh shit, yes, yes, harder.” She let out a low diaphragm guttural groan and then collapsed onto Mike still stoking his cock. Martha extracted her finger from Nancy, then sat down on the adjacent chair to stroke herself as she watched her friend and husband calm down from their sex act. She heard Mike say, “Nancy I told you I was cumming, I didn’t want this to be wrong for you.” Nancy reached down and took his semi-hard cock still oozing cum into her mouth sucking as much as she could from it. She found drops of his semen on his belly and licked it saying, “It as more heavenly than I thought it would be and I wanted it. You’re fine and I think I’m no longer a cock sucking virgin,” she grinned as she was finally able to take the flaccid cock fully into her mouth. She stood and turned towards Martha. “Let’s go clean up a bit and find something softer for a surface.” She looked to Mike saying, “If you think you are going to fuck me tonight as Gene suggested, you better get so more boards up on the screen. Come see us in about an hour, that’s close to when Gene is supposed to call back,” she smiled as she and Martha walked back towards the Master Bedroom. Coming next... Losing our virginity more than once…..P4 (As told to us from our swinging friends Gene and Nancy)
  3. (As told to us from our swinging friends Gene and Nancy) Experiencing yet another loss of "virginity" in our sexual exploration... Our prior story tells of how we lost our initial virginity into the world of heavy petting encouraged by our friends that married about five months ahead of our wedding. Our wedding was very minimal with only a few close friends attending a private ceremony. It was the late 60’s and we were absolutely living on love without much of a budget. We will still waiting for the Navy to provide an active duty date for Gene. Employment for Gene was at minimum wage as no one would hire someone for better money when that person would be literally shipped out at a moment’s notice. We worked hard and were able to rent half of shotgun-duplex home. Essentially the house had been divided into two equal halves. The common wall ran from the front of the house to the rear. The living room was only separated by an arch and the kitchen had no separation. The bathroom was along the common wall and it had a hanging curtain over the archway between the bedroom and it. The kitchen sink and the bathroom sink, toilet, and tub shared a common wall. Each half was identical. This 1940’s duplex had zero insulation, no air conditioning, and no sound insulation between the halves. Soon after we moved in, another couple (they were old…they must have been at least 23 or so) became our neighbors. We never saw them much but we certainly could hear and feel them. Our headboards were up against the same common wall and we could hear their sounds of lovemaking in the next room. On Friday nights and Saturday nights, they seemed to be in a marathon. They became so vigorous that we had to move our box springs/mattress away from the wall to not feel the bumps emanating from the thrusting that their bed pounded into the common wall. “Wow, listen to them go,” said Gene lightly as the neighbors were starting to groan, “sounds like they are really having fun.” “Shhhh,” shushed Nancy, “they might hear you talking about them. Yeah, it does sound like they are both getting pretty hot.” “Might as well join in the fun,” teased Gene as he began to caress his new bride, “I doubt they will hear us.” Nancy was hesitant and she didn’t want to be heard from the neighbors but Gene’s hands and his kisses were more enticing than here concern. She relaxed and acquiesced to the sensations that her body was feeling and gave over to enjoying her husband’s delightful attention. The wife in the next apartment was groaning loudly and yelling for her husband to “fuck me, fuck me.” Her husband was making a guttural deep voiced sound that seemed to spur his wife on and the rhythm of their headboard was moving a steady slow pace. Nancy was ready for Gene to enter her and whispered, “stick it in, I want to feel you now” to Gene. Gene pulled back from stroking Nancy’s pussy and rolled up on his knees while Nancy spread her legs. Gene positioned himself between her legs and began to stroke his cock across Nancy’s mound, when Nancy said, “Gimme, gimme, gimme.” Nancy took hold of Gene’s cock and stroked the pre-cum from its fountain head lubricating his cock and then placed the tip at the entrance to her wet pussy. Gene slowly added pressure and eased into her canal listening to his wife moan with delight. They began a slow rhythm of Gene stroking once, twice, then resting bottomed out, when repeating. All the time, Gene was holding his upper body above Nancy as he would lean down and suck her nipples or kiss her neck. Still the noise from next door continued unrelenting. It was getting louder and becoming a little intoxicating to Nancy’s pussy. The sounds of the couple next door making love as giving her a reaction she did not expect. She was enjoying the circumstance, and she was imagining what it looked like. I can’t have that type of reaction, she panicked in her thoughts, Gene might think me wrong for becoming excited at the sounds. “Sounds like the neighbors are in bed with us,” she grunted as Gene began to increase his rhythm. “Um hmm, yeah okay,” replied Gene. It was his a combination of his response and his quickening of his pace that caused the next comment from Nancy. “You like the sound of them fucking?” Nancy asked as she rose her mound up to meet Gene’s thrust. Suddenly, Gene stopped thrusting, with his cock fully impaled into his wife looking into her eyes. “I think you like hearing them and are getting turned on by the fact that we are all screwing our brains out at the same time. I don’t need them to enjoy us, but does seem to let us have some neat background music,” he grinned then gave her two quick strokes, stopping to hear her reply. “So, you aren’t disappointed in me imagining what they, or even we, look like fucking?” she asked as she rocked her pussy long his hard cock. “Not at all, it sort of makes me hornier to hear them and to hear us sound off with them, agreed,” he responded and began to thrust Nancy’s pussy, “Oh yes, yes it’s nice, oh, oh, oh, ummmm.” They were now both in a steady rhythm and were matching their next door neighbors until the wife next door began to shout, “Oh gawd, oh gawd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, give me that uh, uh, uh,…” She began to scream out a wailing pitch that seemed to come up from a very low octave and quickly hit a high soprano, “ohhhh, ayyyyyyye,.” Her screams came out as a series of high pitched sounds that sounded like the word “HI” that was heard in fully sync of their headboard hitting the adjacent wall. It seemed like the wife next door was roiling along into a next series of the same low pitch to high pitched sounds again while the husband was continuing to pound their headboard into the neighboring wall. The combination of hearing their neighbors reach closer to their sexual bliss drove Nancy and Gene towards losing their inhibition. Nancy was close to her orgasm and starting driving her pelvis up to meet Gene’s. She had pulled him down fiercely onto her and wrapped her legs around is to pull him deeper. She began grunting deeply match Gene’s own grunts, but hers change to “oh, oh, oh, oh, more, more, faster, faster, deeper, deeper.” She did not realized just how loud she was becoming as she screamed for Gene saying, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She was in a sisterhood with the wife next door with both of them commanding their husbands to fuck them and rewarding her basic instincts with the release of sounds coming from them for which not civility was required. It was though they were in the same room and the same bed both enjoying their mates to the fullest without regard to the other couple. Gene was quickly losing the battle to forestall cumming as hearing the other couple sound off was already a strong pull on his sexual arousal. Nancy’s willingness to engage in the fantasy that the neighbors sounded like they were in bed with them coupled with a markedly increased ramp up of her sexual responses, had his head swirling and his cock about to explode. Listening to the neighbors crescendo of the lady’s first orgasm, then the second joined with Nancy’s reaction forced Gene to begin to lose his battle with holding off his cumming. “Ahhhhh, shittttt, ahhhhhh, ohhhhh” screamed Gene as Nancy was screaming “ Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes" then almost a scream so high it could break glass. Gene continued to pump Nancy and could feel his cum pumping out of his balls. He spread his legs outside of Nancy and scissor moved hers together then rolled her on top of him while still solidly inside here pussy. They laid there for several minutes in that position until his flaccid cock would no longer remain. Nancy straddle him with her hot pussy resting on his mound. She began making contractions to expel some of his semen from her pussy coating his pubic region. She moved slightly up on his body so she could reach behind herself and take hold of his limp cock coating it with semen from her pussy and gently stroking his now semi-hard cock. This was a tactic she used to get a second round out of Gene. But tonight it became a little different when she asked, “Wonder if the neighbors use this technique?” She felt a twinge in his cock. “Oh, are you thinking about the lady next door doing this to her husband?” she asked softly. Gene reached down and took some of the semen moisture leading from Nancy’s pussy spreading it across Nancy’s nipples. “Maybe the husband next door is doing this to his wife,” as he circled her nipples tenderly. “Mmmmm, well if he doesn’t then you should tell him,” she offered. “Do you think her nipples are as sensitive as mine” she continued, “or would you like to find out?” Gene’s cock was beginning to get more rigid. “Oh, I think you would,” purred Nancy. Gene said, “I think you would just like to see if you could get his cock hard like you are doing to me. And you’re doing a great job.” Without a hint, Nancy quickly jumped off the bed yelling at Gene to get out of bed. Gene was bewildered, had he gone to far playing the game of fantasy with Nancy. Cum was dripping out of her pussy as she went to the foot of the bed and commanded, “Come here, help me.” “Help me push this bed right up against the wall,” she directed. He jumped to the foot of the bed with his cock quickly deflating and shoved the bed up against the wall. “Guess we’re done fucking,” Gene commented. “Oh no, I’m going to fuck your brains out and I don’t care if they hear or feel us. Why should we care, they don’t and now you and I are both having a teasing conversation about how they might feel us up. That was really relaxing.” They climbed back into the love bed and started their ritualistic fondling. “You know, that when I wondered out loud if neighbors played like we do, you started getting harder earlier than before,” she observed. “I guess I did, but you seemed to be tweaked as well and I suspect that there have been other times when one or both of us thought about what someone else looked or sounded like,” replied Gene. Nancy replied, “I think I discovered something tonight, It feels sort of naughty-nice to think about the other couple knowing that this is all we’re doing…just thinking. I like it when I can say things that make you get hard or just plain respond and I love it that you really respond to my screams of passion when you get me going. So, if listening to the other couple or maybe evening thinking of how they are fucking gets us really hot and bothered, then I’m okay with that.” Gene looked at her as they were mutually stroking each other and carefully formulated his response. “I love you, I will always want you for my life mate and I am constantly amazed at how special it is to have you in my life. Yes, I agree that the titillation of sounds and imagined sights add to our lovemaking and I think we are growing closer as we grow old together in this life. But, really, do you think his cock feels like this?” he grinned as his now fully hard cock was in her hands. Smiling back, “For her sake, I hope it is as good as this one.” She rolled onto her back and spread her legs inviting his re-hardened cock into her pussy. Gene entered her easily with his cum already coating her pussy canal. “So, shall we fuck them instead of us this round, he asked as he began moving in and out of her.” “Come on in for some sloppy seconds and fuck the neighbors good and loud,” panted Nancy. “Fuck me neighbor, fuck me neighbor,” she begged. “Gawd you have a great pussy neighbor, shouted Gene as he thrusted deeply, quickly, and hard into his wife imagining they were fucking their neighbors. Nancy’s mind was reeling, she was imagining the husband next door’s cock fucking her, and she was already cresting towards an orgasm. It didn’t matter to her that she was fornicating with someone other than her husband in her mind and especially since she knew her husband was doing the same. She just wanted to release and, soon she did yelling, “fuck the neighbor, fuck the neighbor, that’s it, do it, go, go, go” followed by her first wave of pulsing contractions around that cock, that familiar yet now strange cock. Gene had much more stamina this second round and knew that Nancy had already come but, he was not yet ready. He pulled out of her and quickly rolled her to her stomach pulling her up on her knees. His first attempt to insert into her hit her rosebud but then went down to her pussy. Nancy pulled a pillow up under her chest to give her support as she pushed back into his cock yelling, “fuck me, fuck you neighbor.” Nancy grabbed the headboard vertical bars to keep her head from hitting the headboard, and each time Gene thrusted into her she felt the headboard bang onto the wall separating them from their neighbors. Gene was as hard as he had ever been and, between Nancy’s lubricated pussy coupled with the cum from earlier, he had ample lubrication. He reached down and played with Nancy’s clitoris. Her pussy was leaking cum and fluid which he used then as a lube to rub on Nancy’s rosebud. He started easing his fingertip into her rosebud which caused Nancy to push back harder onto his finger. “Your neighbor is finger fucking your ass,” he shouted. Her reply was, “Yes, yes, yes,” as she increased her thrusting tempo. Nancy lost it and pushed hard against his finger, screaming, “I’m going to cum all over you neighbor,” and then began squirting fluids around Gene’s cock. This was a new experience and she didn’t care…it came from deep inside her. Gene couldn’t hold it back as he felt the sensation of his cock riding into her love canal while his finger was pressed between the rosebud and the membrane that separated the two. He erupted into a level of cumming that he had never felt before. He was imaging that it was the neighbor’s pussy that he was fucking. It was extremely sensational yet seemed to pull fluids from deep within him as he grunted loudly, “Oh neighbor, oh neighbor...”. The both collapsed and rolled over onto their backs. The bed was wet with their fluids and they were well exhausted when they heard a knock on the wall followed by a very loud, “Thank you" and what seemed like applause.” “Oh shit,” said Nancy, “what did we start?” “Probably nothing,” Gene replied. “I think we just lost another level of virginity.” They drifted off to sleep only to be awakened by the headboard banging against the wall once again the neighbors reaching a climax yelling, “fuck the neighbor.” Before anything ever happened between the neighbors, Gene and Nancy moved courtesy of a military transfer. The did however continue to imagine fucking other couples and eventually actually did.
  4. (Another story from friends of the early days of our swinging history. We met Gene and Nancy in the early 80’s. This is their recount of their initial experience of any sort of sex…and a prelude to their future sexual experiences. Names were changed to protect identities.) Her… Our dating began after we inadvertently met at a Friday afternoon wedding. We were in the final months our senior year of high school. This un-shy boy (Gene, who became my husband for now nearly 15 years) appeared out of nowhere insisting on sitting beside me (Nancy). He was a little too forward for my taste and I couldn’t wait to get away from him, but there was no time as the wedding was starting. I was stuck. Our family had just joined that particular church in NW Arkansas and really didn’t know many of congregation members. We were from a neighboring smaller rural town nearly twenty-four miles away but, Mom and Dad wanted to go to the larger “city” church. This boy that sat beside me told me that the bride was one of his former elementary school girl friends and that the groom was a high school pal, his neighbor, and was also his hunting buddy. “I always thought Jennifer would marry early, and it was no secret that she and David were really hot and heavy into each other,” whispered Gene. “Jennifer had a wild childhood. She pretty much relied upon David’s mother to be almost her own mother. Guess, after today, that’s what how it really is,” Gene whispered close into Nancy’s ear. All I could whisper back was, “that’s nice.” The wedding was soon over, and the small reception was being held in the church basement. My folks were dutifully trying to be social and I still had this creep tagging along with me. I really had no place to go or, anyone else to speak with, since we were so new to the church. However, he was the only guy that even bothered to speak with me. Finally, he announced to me that he was going to go help decorate the bridal vehicle, as is the custom, and asked me to wait for him as he would be right back. I watched him bound out the church basement door thinking to myself, Man… he is really forward. My folks came up with my sisters announcing we had to get going home as chores at our small farm needed attending. I was so, so grateful to be able to quickly get away. As we were saying goodbye to the bride and groom, the bride, Jennifer, pulled me aside with a big smile and said, “I see you have captured Gene’s attention. He is a great guy and I think he has fallen for you.” “Really,” I questioned, “how can you tell that?” “I know him very, very well. I have mostly grown up with, and around him, here at church. We were even kid boyfriend/girlfriend as pre-teens. I have never seen him look at a girl like he does you. He has been my best friend and has helped me for years to deal with my alcoholic father and mostly absent mother. Yeah, he really seems like you have him under his spell,” replied Jennifer smiling broadly. “Uh, thanks, and congratulations, Gene tells me that you and David are very special to him. He commented how he just knew you two would be married one day. My family is leaving, guess we will see you at church,” I replied. “Oh yeah, and maybe we can double date sometime in the future,” Jennifer gleefully suggested, “Welcome to our gang and our church.” I escaped with my folks left wondering, “Why does this guy seem to be so pushy to me?” Maybe it was because I had never had a boy be so comfortable in his approach. I later learned that Gene was, and has always been a very confident, decisive fellow that is truly comfortable in any environment. Two days later, it was Sunday and I was not at all looking forward to encountering Gene should he be at church. My older sister (four years my senior) knew of Gene, and his family from inquiring with other friends she knew. My sister had began going to this church a year earlier. It was known that Gene’s family was part of the original church formation and, that Gene was one of the student leaders both at school, as well as at the church. My sister chastised me for being so shy. She reminded me that I was now 18, about to graduate high school and enter college, and was still sitting on the sidelines when it came to dating. True enough, but, our parents made that difficult with strict timing constraints plus, we were very rurally located, and I had not yet learned to drive. Sunday morning came, and we had a cow that had been birthing since early evening on Saturday. We could not make the Sunday morning services. The new calf arrived, and Dad insisted that we attend Sunday night services. I just knew that I would be seeing Gene. Him… So, Jennifer and David were finally getting hitched and I was going to really decorate their car for some great memories. I wanted to ignore the wedding and just be outside decorating, but the pastor squelched that plan. As I walked towards the middle of the church, I looked over and saw the wife of my future. She was nothing I had dreamed of as my dreams were never that perfect. She was instead a powerful magnetic force pulling me to her with a feeling that I had not yet sensed in my puny 18 years of life. I don’t even remember what I said to her. I certainly don’t remember any of the ceremony as all I could do was use my best peripheral vision to watch this precious woman. I barely remembering introducing myself and getting her name. If I made any small talk, I couldn’t recall it. I was falling deeply. Eventually the ceremony was over and I had the duty to go decorate my friends’ car to honor their day. “Hey Nancy, I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere I really want to talk more.” She nodded and smiled, and I ran out back to get with the other guys to do the deed of soaping up the car. When I came back inside, she and her family were gone. I asked around if anyone knew them as they were new to the church. One jokester told me, “Yeah, she goes to Henderson High School. She is the girlfriend of the captain of their football team.” “Too bad for him,” I touted, “he is going to lose a girlfriend. That is my future wife.” Everyone laughed at my pronouncement except Jennifer. Her… My heart sank. There he was waiting at the church doors. He walked up to my parents, shaking my Dad’s hand firmly, then my Mother’s welcoming them to the church and asking if he could sit with me, and the rest of our family. His ploy was charming and disarming, yet it seemed very sincere. After the services, he made the rounds almost like a politician. I couldn’t help myself from watching him and his demeanor was growing on me. Jennifer walked up to me and gave me a hug. “Bet you thought I’d be out on some honeymoon, huh.” “Yeah,” I replied, “isn’t that normal?” “Not for us poor people, we’ll get around to it later. But, hey it looks like you and Gene are getting to know each other,” she grinned. Then Gene walked up and asked me, “Would you like to go get a root beer and I can drive you home?” I thought, Dad won’t allow this. “Well, if Dad says it is okay, sure.” Without hesitation, Gene walker over to my Dad and asked if could take me home. Dad asked Gene if he knew the way for which Gene countered that surely Nancy knows the way. I was doomed. My older sister saw what was happening and whispered in my ear, “He seems like a nice guy, just don’t be timid. Show him you have some strength.” I didn’t know what to do. Here this guy I met just two days ago was taking me home. I had never had that experience. I had never been on a date of any sorts. He walked me to the passenger side of his car. It was a newer model that had bucket seats but no center console. He opened the door and waited until I was in to close it. I don’t know where it came from, but as soon as he got in the door and seated, I moved to straddle both seats sitting as close to him as possible. I think I scared him a little….and feeling him against me felt tingly good. I felt a twinge in my groin that I had never felt before and had no explanation. He was a careful driver, courteous date and never tried to kiss me, or touch me, other than we were sitting so close. He actually kept both hands on the wheel. Him… I really knew that she was special and that her family was also special. I asked permission to drive her home fully expecting to be turned down. I later learned that the big sister had provided some background that she had learned about me and that I was to be considered one of the “good guys” by all accounts. After I let her in the car, she quickly moved to sit against me even straddling bucket seats. Omigosh, I have got a wild woman here. I have to be careful, were my thoughts. I will be the gentleman and not make any advances. I cannot lose her to being stupid, but when she put her hand on my right leg I could help but start getting the teenage hard-on. I safely drove to the local drive-in stand and ordered root beer floats. I kept an eye on the time as I really didn’t know how long it would take to get her and I was not going to lose her to a timing issue. Her… This had been fun. I even touched, actually left, my hand on his leg above his knee. I had never touched a boy like that. He didn’t try to grope me or, even kiss me. He was a perfect gentleman. I was enthralled. He got me home ahead of schedule and walked me up to the door. As we wound our way up the path, he asked if I would like to go on our first date the following Saturday evening. We both agreed to the date and then he asked my Dad if that would be acceptable. Dad, I’m glad this time as well, agreed. We saw each other for services on Wednesday evening and I looked forward to the Saturday date. Jennifer learned of our date and said to both of us, “I hope you two start going “steady” so we can double date. You two look so cute together.” I think both of us turned red and just smiled. Saturday was great. We went to play mini-golf and cheeseburgers. The evening was going quick as I had a very strict curfew. When he took me to the door, the porch light wasn’t on. He stood one step below me which brought our faces to the same height. He said, “This was wonderful, do you think we could go for a picnic tomorrow afternoon right after church? I was thinking we could go down to the springs at the church camp. I have a key as I help mow the facility. Ask your Dad, I’ll understand if he says no.” “Sounds very nice, I’ll ask. I’m sure he will be okay with it. Maybe he will let me enjoy the afternoon, and you can bring me back for evening services, then home?” He leaned forward as we both still were holding hands. I felt my hands sweating and that sensation in my groin twitching again. We got very close face to face and he asked softly, “may I kiss you?” I just leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his feeling our first kiss. Now, my groin was truly contracting, and I felt my nipples become hard against my very padded bra. This was a new feeling. He let go of my hands and lightly grasped my waist as he kissed me once more. I found that my hands had been on top of his shoulders, but I cannot recall ever reaching out. He stepped back down and said, “I hope your Dad allow us go on the picnic. Him… I didn’t want to push her away and I attempted to be very gentle. She agreed to ask her Dad for permission to go on a picnic the next day. I’m not certain where my request to kiss came from, but I softly asked her and we had our first tender physical exchange of an awkward kiss. It was delightful and heavenly. My heart was racing and my cock was awakening. I had to get away before I overstepped the pacing. Her and Him… We did go on the picnic and he proposed to “go steady” which I accepted. His high school senior ring would not begin to fit my tiny hands, so I wore it proudly to church that evening as a necklace. We didn’t even know each other two weeks and were already at that stage. Forty-five days later he proposed, and we agreed to be married. A little over forty-five days from that we were married. We shocked our families with our speed. The timing of our love starts at the end of the sixties. There was a lot of fear among folks about the Viet Nam war and the draft. Gene had decided to volunteer in the Navy, so he could get the type of duty and job that helped him beat the odds of being on the ground in Viet Nam. He accomplished that goal, just like he does almost anything he really tries. His assignment was about a year away after we wedded, and we were left with whatever small jobs he could get as no one would hire a person that was due any day to ship out. Jennifer was beside herself just exploding with enthusiastic glee at the outcome of our relationship insisting that four of us should double date even before we were married. She, to this day still claims if it weren’t for her and David, we would have never met. She likes to brag a lot. So as an engaged couple, we relented and agreed to a double date with the old married couple. Here were four 18-year olds living on very little except love and hormones. Our double date conversation got a little bit more racy than the two of us anticipated which, was totally driven by Jennifer. We were seated in one of the back-alcove booths of the low lighted restaurant. “So, how heavy is the petting now that you two are engaged?” Jennifer asked in a hushed voice coming through a devilish smile. “Geez, Jennifer, give ‘em a break,” said David. “Why, they’re engaged,” she retorted, “they get to at least heavy pet…I mean you guys have at least done that right?” she challenged looking at Nancy then Gene. Gene, ever the gentleman, said, “Uh no, we have kissed and hugged….” “That’s it?” exclaimed Jennifer looking now directly at Nancy. “David and I had each other mostly naked by this time and certainly had been jacking each other off…I can’t believe you two, right David?” David just shrugged his shoulders upward and grinned, then offered, “You know Gene, Jennifer has sat on both our laps on several backseat trips to young people church meetings. I don’t know about you, but I know she sat more than once on my hard-on.” “Oh, I’ve sat on Gene’s hard-on,” said Jennifer. "Frankly, all the boys seem to enjoy when we girls sat on their laps. I’m just so glad it was you mother driving us David. She really understands." “Gene, you got a hard-on with Jennifer?” Nancy asked turning towards Gene. “Don’t be mad at him,” said David, “Jennifer has always been a pistol and we guys can’t help getting a little fired up when something like this rubs her pussy all over our laps,” as he shoulder-shoved Jennifer into the booth wall playfully. Now Gene was stressing out. They had arrived earlier than Jennifer and David to the restaurant. Gene, ever the gentleman, had taken the inside seat so Nancy wouldn’t have to slide all the way over to the wall. When Jennifer and David arrived, David told Jennifer to “scoot over, my back is killing me.” He had been hauling hay for the last two days and was feeling the effect of hundreds of bales tossed and stacked during that effort. Jennifer was taking advantage of the seating arrangement and had slipped out of her summer sandals. All four were wearing shorts. The girls were wearing sleeveless button up shirts and the guys had on colored t-shirts. Jennifer had lifted her left leg to rub up against Gene’s left leg raising it along his shin up to his knee. “Nancy, when a guy starts sensing you feel him, whether it is your hand, your mouth, or even my butt, he can’t help but get horny.” Jennifer made a show of pulling her right arm off the table and made a bee line to David’s leg. “See, the closer I get to his crotch, the more reaction I’ll get from him no matter how much he tries not to react. Oh honey, is that for me?” she asked as she seemed to be now rubbing David’s crotch beneath the table. “Try it, I’m betting if you cop a feel that Gene is already up and ready, huh Gene?” she grinned mischievously as she kneaded her toes into his leg. “Sorry, Nancy,” said David, “but Jennifer is one horny hot lady and she is probably right.” Nancy looked at Gene who was already full blown hard under his shorts and worried that his boxers would hold back much from the outline. Jennifer had already stirred him up and he wondered to himself, wonder just how far those two would go if…. “Honey, is that true,” she asked, “are, are you wanting me to touch you?” The combined guffaw from across the table from both David and Jennifer was instantaneous. “Oh sweetie, give him a break and put your hand in his lap, now. No one can see, and we don’t care, go ahead” chided Jennifer. “See if you have an effect on poor or Gene,” she laughed. “I’m betting he is already sprouting,” laughed David as he drank his coke through a straw then wiggled his eyebrows up and down smiling. Her…. It was almost a command from Jennifer. I just abruptly put my left hand onto his right leg and pulled up towards his crotch. He was hard, very hard. I couldn’t keep from feeling it from its base to its tip. Him… It was like a drill sergeant had told Nancy to march. She suddenly had her hand tracing the form of my hard cock petting it and squeezing it. I moved to give my fiancée a little more room for her hand to engage my cock then covered my lap with a table napkin. Jennifer thankfully removed her bare foot from my leg as Nancy was starting to take a look at my lap. Both… We left that dinner, after David and Gene could think about something else to get their hard-on’s down. It had been exhilarating to listen to Jennifer and David relate stories of their sex life from its beginning to now. Like a lot of kids from that era, we had no other teachers than fellow kids who had pioneered through this phase of learning about sex from each other. That evening, we parked on one of the rural roads near her parent’s house. It was warm, very warm and we had no air conditioning in those days. We began kissing and then fondling each other through our clothing. We had slid the bucket seats back as far as they would track and had leaned the seat backs somewhat which created space between the steering wheel and Nancy’s back as she embraced into Gene’s arms. Him… Since the conversation of the evening and with Nancy’s feeling him, I did not try to force back a hard-on as we parked, instead allowing it to fully pulse with every kiss from Nancy. I nuzzled her neck as she held onto me and then slipped my right hand up under the back of her shirt. I felt no resistance to my advances. I was able to find her bra clasp and undo it to release her small breasts from the band. Nancy leaned back towards the steering wheel giving me access to move my hand from her back around to move up under her loosened bra. I felt her bare breast and nipple for the first time. She seemed to be breathing much heavier and was making other physical moves to give me more access. Her… As I lay across his lap, I could feel his hard-on pressing hard against my lower right side. I really wanted to touch it again but I wanted him to kiss my nipples like Jennifer said David does to her. I was now being taken over by a pure sex drive for this man. He managed to get my bra loose and I felt his tender touch on of my breast. He twirled my nipple sending shock waves into my groin. I could feel myself getting wet and the sweat we were developing in this summer heat just added to it. Both… Somehow we became acrobats as we look back on this. He had been able to unbutton her blouse and pull her bra above her nipples launching into sucking and kissing her neck and breasts. She had wiggled out of one leg of her shorts and panties and at the same time had unzipped his trousers finally finding his bare, hard cock through the slit in his Navy boxers. Nancy was stroking his cock and rubbing her thumb just like Jennifer said she did to David. Jennifer had even demonstrated on the glass bottle of ketchup at the dinner table earlier that evening. Gene was leaking all sorts of fluid. She felt his hand go down to her crotch and she pulled her left leg up and swung her knee back towards the dash as she tip-toed her left foot on the seat cushion to give him full exposure to her pussy. She was rewarded with this position by feeling his fingers massage the outer rims of her pussy. She involuntarily begin to undulate her pussy pushing up against his fingers groaning her kisses until she laid back against the steering wheel as she continued stroking his cock which was now very wet. She leaned back onto the wheel and opened her leg more to give him more access, as he penetrated her with his middle finger. Her…. I was not even aware that I was stroking his cock. It just seemed to be a natural thing to do almost like breathing. His right hand had been massaging my mound with the heal of his hand pressing hard as I rose up to meet it while his fingers that were rubbing my pussy’s lips which were becoming very wet. I was groaning and starting to sense a feeling that I had never had, when I felt him softly and carefully insert his middle finger into me. He leaned into me and kissed me deeply. I heard myself saying, “oh yes, oh yes, oh yes”, each time that he stroked his finger in me. I suppose for the first time, it was meant to not take very long as I began to pant and cry out using only the words I knew, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…ohhhh, yes" and then from deep inside me a sensation I didn’t know existed pronounced itself with my legs swinging wildly and my hips rising up to his hand, as I cried out finally, with a scream of joy saying words I didn’t know I could of, ”oh shit, oh shit, yes, yes, oh fuck.” Gene continued to stoke his finger slowly in and out never pushing too far inside. He would slide it down from the top of my mound and cup his finger into me. His pace was gentle, and it continued to excite me. Gene leaned into me with a delicious kiss, as he began kissing my neck never letting up on the slow, smooth actions he was taking with finger fucking my pussy. I leaned into him still tugging on his cock feeling more fluid in my hands of what I now know to be pre-cum. Gene was breathing deeper and I found myself becoming more and more sensitive to his touch. Gene was now barely penetrating me with his finger but was consistently stroking across my clitoris. I didn’t know what a clitoris was, but he listened carefully to Jennifer tell us that we girls have our own dickhead. It is just barely above our love tunnel and stroking it really gets girls off. Gene was a good listener as he seemed to be concentrating on my “dickhead.” I was already so wet and now was getting wetter. I felt my “dickhead” get larger and his touch was electrifying. I began to moan again and start pushing my pussy up to his finger trying to get a deeper penetration. My heart was pounding, and I was sweating profusely as I pushed my feet into the seat pushing my pelvis in tune with his stroking. I was lifting off the seat yelling at him, “yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, oh, oh, oh, oh, harder, harder, oh shit!” I let out a guttural scream that started out as low pitch diaphragm groan then went up to a very high squeal as my pussy contracted hard. I grabbed his hand holding his finger inside me. “Gotta stop, getting dizzy, give me a second,” I panted. He left his finger in me and just clamped my mound in this grasp saying, “I hope you enjoyed this.” “Oh yes, oh yes. Jennifer was right, this heavy petting is wonderful.” Remembering Jennifer’s comments, I told him to lean back and pulled his t-shirt off. I went straight to his nipples and began sucking on them as he had done to me while still pulling on his hard cock. The position I was in was not helpful for me to be able to handle him. The steering wheel was hurting my back and, I wanted better access. I rose up from lying across his lap and pulled my shirt and bra off. I had him raise his hips and I tugged his shorts down to his ankles. We were both fully naked and I had abandoned any concern for our exposure on this country lane. I put my left arm around his neck and using my knees in the seat I pulled myself up to offer my nipples to his mouth which he immediately began suckling. As the same time with my right hand, I reached down and cupped his ball sack which was a tight ball of manliness. I traced his hard cock with my grasp and twisted my palm across the tip of his penis smearing the copious amount of fluid escaping just like Jennifer had demonstrated on the ketchup bottle. Gene was groaning into my titties and sucking my nipples so hard that I thought they would come off. I pulled my nipples away from him and lowered myself to suck his nipples as Jennifer had suggested. His cock twitched in my hand and if felt as if it was growing in thickness. Each time that I moved from one nipple to the other the thickness seemed to grow. Gene was now reaching out and rubbing my breasts with his right hand and his left hand was pressed hard up against the top of the door frame. He was groaning more and his pelvis was reaching up to thrust my grip each time I stroked downward. I pulled back more so I could get a better grip and began stroking him with my up raised thumb grip. I would stroke him all the way down until my little finger would bottom out on the base of his cock protruding out from his pelvis, then slide my hand up to the slippery top of his cock. He grunted, “Squeeze it hard, squeeze it.” I recalled David telling us at dinner, “Jennifer really knows how to jack me off. When I get close she squeezes it really tight, Jennifer will twist her hand at the top which really sends me over the edge.” Jennifer added, “Don’t know why people complain about a dickhead. It is really sensitive to the touch whether it is they guy’s or the gal’s . He won’t last long once you start doing this,” she demonstrated twisting her grip on the ketchup bottle. I remembered the demonstration and I wanted this lovely man of my life to enjoy what he had just done for me as I begin to alternate stoking, twisting, and squeezing. Him… Of course, Jennifer had sat on my lap and of course, she really knew how to get all of the guys hard. But I had never touched her pussy and she had only once in a so-called effort to smooth out her skirt had reached between us with her hand pressing against my hard-on. It was more of we being just buddies and we growing up. But at supper, she was really taking advantage of me by running her foot up and down my leg under the table. The gleam in her eye was annoying as I knew she was having fun at my expense. Worse, my cock was simply reacting to her words as I thought of how much I wanted to enjoy my bride to be. When Nancy took direction from Jennifer and placed her hand on my hard-on, I thought I might come right then. When Nancy held her hand in that position for several minutes, I knew she and I were going to end our virgin existence to heavy petting that night. There was no overt decision. We just found ourselves falling deeper into a sexual grasp as we began to explore each other as we parked. Nancy’s willingness to allow me to move towards feeling her naked breasts and lowering her shorts and underwear was exciting. She had unzipped my shorts and was rubbing my cock as best as she could in our acrobatic position when I had tenderly penetrated her very wet pussy with my finger. Her response was surprising especially when she was able to reach a climax twice. Now she and I were essentially naked as she was stroking me into my own orgasm. Her sucking of my nipples had an amazing affect and her twisting her palm and fingers on my dick head were pushing me over the top. I was very close to coming and could not help my breathing or my groans. I felt the sensation building and I knew I was close. I grunted out, “I going to shoot, oh shit here it comes,” and I started bucking up to her strokes. Nancy then started using both hands, squeezing me hard and stroking me like I was a butter churn handle. My balls tightened, and my cock became very hard. The spunk was rising up and began to erupt from my cock. The trajectory was nearly straight up, and the pressure was so intense that it hit Nancy squarely on her titties and face. She abruptly stopped stroking and I found myself grunting, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, finish me, finish me.” Nancy had wiped her face with her left hand, which acted as a lubricant, and she grabbed hold of my twitching cock and started stroking even faster and harder. With her other hand she wiped her titties and then reached down squeezing and massaging my balls using my cum as lubricant. She pointed my cock towards me and continued to pump me and, intermittently twisting my dickhead driving streams of cum onto my chest. I finally had to reach down and stop her twisting asking her to just stroke it until my cock would soften. Her and Him… We were a sweaty and sex smelling mess. We kissed deeply and then realized we were getting close to curfew. Fortunately, we had a one-gallon cooler of ice water in the trunk. The glove box was full of paper napkins that we used to help remove Gene’s semen from our bodies. While we had not planned to be nearly naked, it was good that our clothes did not have the semen and my wetness on them. We giggled as we help each other get cleaned up and wiggled back into our clothes. We were no longer “heavy petting virgins.” “Do we dare tell Jennifer and David?” asked Nancy. “Oh, I don’t think we need to brag. Maybe we just let her think we are still virgins. It will drive her nuts,” laughed Gene. “I enjoyed this, but I would still like to not do the actual act until we are married,” Gene grinned. “Agreed, but I’m up for this anytime we can, just don’t shoot that thing in my face again unless we are in a pool,” laughed Nancy. We went home no longer that level of virgins and of course, we lost our full virginity on our wedding night. But, then there are the next levels of virginity to lose after the wedding night…. Listening to Jennifer and David made our transition from zero petting to heavy petting seem natural... but getting our swinger cherry popped took quite a bit longer to achieve. Indeed, there are the next levels of virginity to lose after the wedding night... More to follow of these two and their pathway of swinging enjoyment.
  5. We were both 21 and seduced by another couple, also 21. Now at 69, we thank God for modern chemistry. Still at it, but not every weekend as we once were.
  6. Better suggest subjective value determination..."different" states objective evidence. It is always different and that is our enjoyment to be in the LS
  7. Some of our close swinging friends were met in church. It was/is amazing just how many swingers you can find in a church setting. Our view is cool comfortable of sharing together, and only sharing with married couples in the same marriage. We do not covet their relationship or one of them. We have a relationship that is deeply committed and has been one in marriage and in church as a union for 50+years. With our church friends in certain conversations (more than once), adultery became a discussion point with the "coveting" driver as the root sin. So when the actors perform sex without the underlying driver of "coveting," it can open up discussions that yield tell tale body/facial/word responses that suggest paths for deeper conversations with some. Of course, the response of someone messes with my mom ole lady gets shot really is a conversation changer (LOL)
  8. With our best friends and over many decades, we certainly have had all sorts of combinations. Sometimes it was because of business travel absences and other times it was not in sync with the "monthly friend." And, there were times that commute times on a Friday evening allowed for some of us to get started before all four of us were there.
  9. ONLY those that we swing with..... Vanilla friends have indeed become swingers, but it was a long, long time evolving into that and that was something we "let" them suggest. We just don't need the drama that can come from being caught in the TMI approach.
  10. Similar situation and concur with older couple's post
  11. Sort of reminds us of the old saying, "management would be easy if people weren't involved.". Perhaps a near parallel would be, "swinging would be fun if people weren't involved." We have encountered odd and uncomfortable circumstances, and most likely future similar events will occur. But we can't figure out how to swing with others without the others being people. Ah, but having a graceful exit strategy for uncomfortable encounters certainly should be available. Swinging since the 70's we have experienced a very low number of unhappy events. Sometimes no matter how well we sense the personalities of the other couple, we still get reminded that they are people. God has fun making people often unpredictable. After all, He must have a sense of humor to get us to say, "you want to do what with what in what position with who?" Have fun....
  12. Even more difficult to do today with all of those newfangled key pads on doors. Gets so confusing....keep pushing 69 69 69 69 on the keypad ....still can't get indoors....damn!
  13. Famous? Well only in our own minds..ha ha ha ha ha ha
  14. Gasp! That was the reaction two of our friends had when they were discovered at a house party by their daughter and son-in-law in the group grope room. After some discussion, they all realized it was just happenstance as neither the parents nor the children were aware of the other's lifestyle activities. They do not participate with each other and rarely are at/with the same circle of couples. But they do have a comfortable expectation and understanding unique to parents and their children. Here is the weird thing. The kids are trying to get our friends to broach the subject with the in-law parents. They already have recruited the son-in-law's sister and husband to their younger group of LS friends. Thin, thin ice we think.
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