It was a Saturday in February, a couple of years ago, and my wife Claire and I were at a resort in Loreto, Mexico, on our first vacation since our second son was born. We had gone there with a group of about fifteen couples organized by a swingers organization.
I love my wife. I also find her extremely attractive - even at the grand old age of 40 and after a dozen years of marriage. Claire is a classic peaches and cream beauty, with shoulder-length nearly-auburn hair, chestnut colored eyes, and lips the same dark red rose color of her nipples. As for her body, she's got nice everything, with everything in proportion. Neither of us are as skinny as we once were, but she really is still a beauty, and routinely catches the eye of surfer guys in their 20's.
Unfortunately, for the last ten years of our marriage - since a couple of years before our first child showed up - our erotic life has not been what I wished it were. I instigate. Sometimes she acquiesces. It's a tender moment while disposing of a biological need. It isn't an erotic adventure. She is a 'good girl' who isn't even comfortable talking about sex outside the margins, let alone going there. In the past, I had girlfriends who were into all sort of things: ropes, outdoor sex, rape fantasies, public sex, other women (lots of those), and so on. They had enthusiasm. But I didn't want to be married to any of them.
Over the last decade, I've tried all sorts of things to raise our sexual amperage. Nothing worked. The only reason I didn't just give up is that Claire has one strong, recurring fantasy: multiple men. That's close enough my own idea of a pleasant evening: multiple women.
So actually trying it was my idea. We had discussed the idea of sex with other people off and on for a couple of years, but Claire would run hot and cold on the subject. Sometimes, she was clearly turned on by the idea, and she would run our minds over possible partners with relish before having a better than average session together. We even visited a couple of swing clubs as observers only. Other times I would broach the subject, and she would bite my nose off, as though it was suddenly sinful, embarrassing, or distasteful. I could never predict what her mood would be. Naturally, I brought it up less and less.
But then a few months ago, late one night in our hot tub after a party, naked with some friends, she was groped by a guy almost half her age - and liked it. I figured it out when I put my arm around her (underwater) and found this other guy's hand there. She was obviously perfectly happy, chatting away, sitting close to him, so after pushing my dropped jaw back into place I gave her some room. She put her arm around him a bit later, but that was it (she wouldn't let him get his fingers to her pussy, which is where he was headed, of course). Later that night, when we were in bed alone, she said the only reason she didn't let him have his way was that she didn't know how I would feel about it. So I told her. Not only wasn't I jealous (surprise), seeing her turned on turned me on. The bottom line: anything is fine by me, as long as she wants it, and I'm present. She was-shall we say-intrigued with the possibilities. Our sex life sang for the next couple of weeks.
But then it got quiet again. And quieter. And we were back to tender moments while disposing of a biological need-infrequently. I had to do something. So I pushed, and she came to Mexico.
So we went on this trip to Loreto, Mexico.
As our plane descended into Loreto, Claire began to cry in pain. She was over a bad case of the flu and her ears wouldn't clear. Not a good start.
On the bus coming in, we checked out the rest of the couples in our tour group. Most were older than we are and none were anyone we could imagine getting intimate with. We did the psychological equivalent of circling the wagons and kept to ourselves. Also not a good start.
The resort itself was a pleasant collection of two-story dorm-like buildings spread out along a beach with a big pool in the middle. The whole place can accommodate maybe 250 people, and it was fairly full with regular tourists. Our little group of 30 or so sex fiends was isolated in a wing at the far southern edge of the complex, near the nude beach and clothing-optional Jacuzzi. Our room was on the second floor, overlooking the nude beach and the Sea of Cortez beyond. The room itself was fine; simple and clean. It had a king-sized bed, a television, and a modern bathroom.
The wind blew hard that week, making fishing and diving impossible, leaving us with little to do but ride around in a rented jeep and sunbathe at the nude beach. The group we came with more or less hung out together, headquartered at our own bar between the nude beach and the huge Jacuzzi. Claire's flu hung on, however, and she was usually back in the room, trying to sleep. The trip wasn't looking like a winner on any front.
At dinner the first night we did talk to one couple. Steve and Mary were 50 and 47, respectively. Steve, who was about my size and in about the same reasonably okay shape (for a couple of guys who work behind desks), is a management consultant with a Roman nose and a cheerfully lecherous attitude. As we talked, his eyes tracked each of the pretty young Mexican waitresses in their comings and goings. Mary is a blue-eyed blonde, curly hair, and pleasant. She works as a middle manager for a large technology company.
But sexual adventure wasn't on the menu. Claire and I made love with each other several times a day, between Claire's naps, and we continued to check out the other couples and idly consider the possibilities.
The day before we were to leave Claire's attitude towards extracurricular sex went cold again. At dinner, she said she didn't want anything to do with sex with other people - no matter what her fantasies were - because it just wasn't right. The fearful, obedient, good little girl had suddenly emerged again.
What I heard was that the last, best fantasy was being outlawed, and our sex life was forever going to stay within her margins. I just wouldn't be able to do that. It meant affairs and deception. It meant anger. It meant - sooner or later - divorce. But wasn't going to force Claire to do anything.
The next morning, our last full day in Mexico, we rented a jeep and drove down the coast to a village called Puerto Escondido. It was a grim ride. Back at the hotel, I told her I wouldn't bring up anything out of the ordinary again if that's what she wanted, but I thought she was making a mistake, and I told her why. Then I went for a run. When I came back, she was taking a nap. I showered, picked up a book, went down to the cabana bar and ordered a double vodka on the rocks, and then went out onto the nude beach to read. Five minutes later I ordered a second double vodka.
About 2:00 I was laying on a chaise lounge half-shaded by an umbrella, naked, reading, when Claire came out and joined me. She dropped her sarong and positioned her recliner in the sun, a little sideways to me.
I was still depressed, but not so much that I didn't notice how pretty she is. I also saw that she had missed a spot with the sunscreen on the side of her left breast. A patch the size of a stamp was looking too red. She started reading. I ordered my third vodka and went back to my book.
A few minutes later Steve came over. He was drinking a beer and, like everyone else on that part of the sand, was naked except for his sunglasses. We three began talking, mostly about his career. Claire had once considered a career as a management consultant herself and Steve happily went into details on some of his projects. His wife Mary, he said, was off on a whale-watching trip on the other side of the peninsula.
During this conversation, an interesting thing began to happen. Claire was clearly interested in both the conversation and in Steve. He was getting subtle signs of welcome and squatted down at the foot of her recliner. Claire said something about the sand being hard on her feet, which was his cue to put down his beer and give her a foot massage while we talked. At first, Claire was tense. I could see the big muscle in her thigh. This near stranger was, after all, right there at her feet, in the bright sunshine, looking up between her legs at god knows what. But he chatted on and rubbed on, and soon her legs began to relax. Then they relaxed a little more. Then I remembered that our young friend in the hot tub had started by massaging her feet.
I got up to get us another round. I brought him a beer, while I switched to water. Claire told me later that when I left Steve had asked us about our experience in the Lifestyle. She told him it was basically none.
I was back in a few minutes and retook my seat. I noticed Claire seemed very relaxed. Her legs were open enough that if he hadn't been able to see her pussy lips before, he certainly could now. His hands occasionally slid up her calves toward her thighs. She told me later, "He could have reached up and fondled me right there, and I would have liked it."
I suddenly found myself looking at Steve a little more closely, and maybe a little more competitively. For a guy his age, he was in excellent shape. Fleshier around the waist than I am, just as hairy (but "fluffier"), and while his soft cock was fatter than mine, mine was longer. All very male, I'm sure. In any case, squatting at the feet of my wife as he was, the tip of his cock had gotten covered with sand.
At one point Claire got up and went to the bathroom. While she was gone, I told Steve about her running hot and cold on the idea, but that it seemed pretty clear to me that he was the right guy at the right time. I told him he had to take it easy and back off if she got uncomfortable.
She came back, laid down to resume her foot massage, and I went for more water. While I was gone he filled her in on our conversation. (She told me later that she didn't like the idea of us "conspiring").
When I came back, Steve was working upward, passing her calf occasionally, on the way to her inner thighs. We talked for a minute or two more, but then I sensed it was time to make a move. Either way, it was going to be all right. I announced I was heading back to the room and asked Claire if she wanted to invite Steve to join us. She actually gulped, but gave us both a nervous, unsteady grin and said, "I guess so. I'm scared."
Steve laughed and said he couldn't go anywhere. He pointed to his cock, which had gotten semi-hard all of a sudden and he didn't want to walk across the beach like that.
I told Claire it was entirely up to her, and that'd I'd go back to the room and let them decide. I got up, picked up my book and towel, and headed back.
A maid had just gotten to our room and had the towels in a pile by the door. She was a beautiful young woman by the way, and I didn't miss the irony of finding a beautiful woman in our room, given the scenario outside. I was also feeling we were one woman short, but this wasn't the time.
I crossed over to the window to see if I could see Claire and Steve on the beach. They were gone. Had they gone to his room without me? No, they were probably on their way back here. I hustled the maid out of the room as Claire came in.
Claire was wearing her sarong, looking excited and nervous, but all smiles. It was her "sly, guilty, but having fun" look. I loved it.
"We're going to have a visitor in a few minutes, " she said.
I went to pee, came back out, drew the shade partly, and turned the TV on to a Carole King infomercial, which would play her songs in the background for the duration. Claire said she wanted a drink and found a small bottle of Mexican liqueur, which we called "Fat Lady" because that was how the bottle was shaped. She read the label to me. It claimed the liquor was an aphrodisiac.
Steve knocked and came in, wearing only a bathing suit. The three of us were standing at the foot of the bed, Claire and he on other side of me. There was very little preamble.
"Well, if we're going to do it...," Claire said, and Steve and I helped her off with her sarong. Not that it took much helping.
Steve dropped his shorts.
Claire's shyness dropped away also.
"Well, I know what I want to do first," she said, and she bent over and took his dick into her mouth.
Steve sat at the foot of the bed, and Claire took him deeper into her mouth, cupping his balls in one hand, his ass in her other. In seconds he was fully hard, and she threw herself into her work. He moved farther up on the bed, and she got up on it too, kneeling as she sucked him, her butt toward me.
As she ate him, I massaged her hips and ass from behind, gently working up between her thighs. I found her thoroughly wet, her pussy dripping and open. She spread her legs apart, and her lips seemed to suck my fingers inside. She made a wonderful little noise when I reached her clit. She pressed her hand down on top of mind, hard, pushing my fingers deeper into her. She was as turned on as I had ever seen her.
All of this was a relief. I knew that she had started this for my benefit. But it apparently wasn't all for my benefit. She was, in fact, going at Steve's cock with a degree of enthusiasm that really surprised me. She also looked incredibly damn sexy, and it turned me on.
Steve said it was her turn, and she got up on the bed and laid down on her back, propped up on her elbows, watching him as he moved down to eat her. She sighed when his mouth made contact, and then when his hands reached up to hold her hips. She relaxed and lay back on the pillows, her hands on his head, tentatively.
"Ahh," she moaned, "there's nothing like penetration."
"That means she wants a finger in her," I said, trying to be helpful.
"He's already there," Claire said.
What I couldn't see was that he had worked his fingers up into her. I felt a little silly.
Steve ate her for a while, while I worked on any parts that were otherwise unoccupied. I was almost, but not entirely, out of the picture for her. I was surprised at how much she was into the touching and kissing and stroking with him - the softer, romantic stuff one does more of with a new lover. She would compliment him on his cock, or his technique. He would admire her breasts, stroking them, sucking on them, talking about her "world class nipples." She kept a certain blissfully erotic look on her face that I love.
I had to pee again and got up. I took longer than usual because I had to wait for my penis to get soft enough for my bladder to release.
When I got back, she was she blowing him. I was hard again and lay down behind her. She raised a leg so that I could slip my cock between her thighs, but not quite in her. After a few more pumps with her hand and mouth, she pulled away from his cock to give me a kiss. She caught herself and stopped to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand first, apologizing with a laugh for being sloppy.
We moved around again, and Steve asked if he could come into her. She said yes, and asked me to get a rubber out of a small blue felt bag we had brought with us. We were using rubbers ourselves because Claire wasn't on any other birth control at the time. But we had agreed, if we ever did something like this, to use them, regardless.
Claire got the little foil packet and opened it. He lay back on his side.
"There's only one rule," she said to him, "no coming inside, even with the rubber."
He asked why.
"So at least I can keep up the pretext of being faithful," she said.
He laughed and agreed.
Claire and I had also talked in the past, when contemplating another couple, about a "no cock in pussy" rule. It was her idea, not mine, and supposedly the same reason. I noticed she didn't bring up that one.
He moved closer to her and Claire opened the rubber foil and tried to roll it onto him, but the process took too long, and he began to get soft, making it more difficult to get the slippery thing on him. He rested on his side, and she started using her hand on him, saying, "Don't you come too early!"
I thought he had come in her hand, but apparently not. Finally, the rubber was on.
One of us - I can't remember who - brought up her fantasy of double entry, that is, taking one cock in her pussy, the other up her ass. We had KY jelly in that little blue bag also.
After some discussion, we decided he would lie on his back, she would lower herself on his cock, and I would enter her from behind. She and I got up as he rolled onto his back. She then climbed over him, straddling his hips, and started to lower herself onto him. But it wouldn't go in, and in a second or two, he was too soft to keep trying. (Months later, she said she regretted that we hadn't been able to do the double penetration. "There we were, and he couldn't get it up!" she said. "It's like being at the Taj Mahal on the night of a full moon, and having it overcast," she said.)
He took off the rubber and said he wanted to watch us for a while. So she rolled off him onto the bed, the two of them facing each other, while I lay down behind her and slid my cock into her pussy from behind. I pumped her slowly, reaching around to finger her clitoris. In the meantime, her hand was between his legs, holding his cock and balls while they kissed. They kissed while I fucked her and fingered her, and she played with this cock. We went on that way for quite a while. He got hard again.
It finally dawned on me that I was hogging her, and said so, pulled out and got up to pee again. As I left, she moved down his chest and his stomach and went back to sucking his cock.
I came back, and we went through a number of low-key permutations, with several ebbs and flows. He offered to leave us alone, twice, just being polite and sensitive, but Claire was in no hurry.
"No one has come yet," she said the second time. She was right. We had been pleasantly not goal-oriented. But we rallied and focused, and I decided she would be first.
I rolled Claire on her back and moved down between her legs and began eating her. Steve lay down on her left, kissing her breasts, and her hand went to his soft cock, inches from my eyes. As I tongued her clit and dragged my fingers in and out between her very swollen and wet lips, she pumped him faster with her hand. He was getting hard again. He moved up a bit and began kissing her. She started to make her "I'm about to come noises," and he pulled back to watch her, her eyes closed, her face going into the orgasmic grimace. She pumped harder on his cock, now fully inflated, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to get a load in them if he came.
But Claire came first. It was a good one, she said later, but not earthshaking. (Or did she downplay it for my benefit? She also said, with awe - at herself, I suppose -- "He got to see me come.")
I got up to pee. Again. While I was gone, waiting for my hard-on to subside, Claire asked Steve what she could do for him. He said he wanted to fuck her.)
When I got back, they were fucking in basic missionary position. He was on top, resting on his elbows, kissing her. Her legs were up high, almost straight up, as he gently pounded away. I could see all this from the foot of the bed. I could see his sheathed cock sliding in and out of her, and I could hear her making those wonderful animal noises again.
Thinking of the double penetration thing again, I slipped the tip of my finger into her asshole. She jumped. "It's me," I said, but it this was their moment, and I backed off, not wanting to distract her.
The Carole King infomercial was still on the television behind me. I had an odd few moments where I felt compelled to watch the tv. I would turn to look at Claire and Steve fucking, from up between their legs, then switch back to the television. I couldn't help myself. It was weird. Maybe it was my brain's way of dealing with overload.
(I also forgot we had a camera on the dresser next to the television. Claire later said, "Hmmm. Someone was taking pictures. THAT would have been interesting.")
But my distraction didn't last long. I moved around to the top of the bed, watching him on top of her, most of the weight still on his arms, her legs still up high, rocking back and forth under the pressure of his fucking. His eyes were open, looking into her face. Her eyes are closed. She looked blissful, like she was riding a horse in a dream.
"Can I break the rule?" he asked. He meant about not coming in her. She didn't answer right away. I thought she was thinking about how I would feel about it.
I wanted her to know it was up to her and spoke up. "No problem ... as far as I was concerned."
"Go for it," she said to him. (Later I told her I was surprised how easily she abandoned her last rule. "At that point," she said, "what's the point?" She couldn't even remember who put the second rubber on, or even that there was a second rubber. "I probably did," she said, "he wasn't inclined to use one.")
He began to pump harder, and she arched upward into him with every thrust. He picked up the pace even more, and she laid back down, eyes closed, looking like she is coming again herself. Pain, delight, transport. I thought for a minute she was, in fact, coming again. He gave one last thrust with a moan, held motionless for three seconds, and then lowered himself down onto her. She put her arms around him, her hands on the back of his head. She had her legs around him too, and locked her ankles together, pulling him into her.
He pulled out and rolled off to the side, and she rolled to face him. I slipped into her from the back. He had been out of her maybe fifteen seconds. She felt tighter. I noticed she was tight. She felt somehow different, I thought, and it wasn't just my imagination, but it wasn't a problem. I came.
We lay there together for a few minutes. Claire was suddenly sleepy. Steve said he could stay all night, but said he would see us later. He kissed her and got up to leave. She sat up and gave the head of his softening cock a parting kiss. We agreed to meet later at the hotel's nightclub.
After Steve left, Claire wanted to clean up the "refuse," as she put it, before taking her nap. I noticed she saved the now-empty little Fat Lady bottle. She then crawled into bed, already half asleep. We kissed long and very sweetly. I asked her how she felt, and she smiled and said "great. It was great." I tucked her in, kissed her again, and went out to finish my book by the Jacuzzi.
It was a full moon that night. Claire had napped, we'd had a light dinner, and we were headed over to the nightclub. Claire was dressed in a fetching short black shirt and a red leather jacket, with only a black silk blouse on underneath. No bra, either, which for her was unusual. I thought she looked incredibly sexy.
The nightclub was in a sort of high-tech concrete bunker. It was basically a disco, with a disk jockey queuing records. Most if not all of the group we had come with were in there. Steve was there, dancing with a blonde woman at the far end of the dance floor. I looked at Claire's face as we found a seat. She was watching him.
"Feeling jealous?" I asked.
She admitted she was, a little. She said, mocking herself, that she wanted to feel special. She asked me how many other women I thought he had been with. I assumed she meant over time and started to calculate. She stopped me and said she meant just this weekend. I said she had probably been the only one that day. Perhaps there had been one or two others earlier in the trip.
We were invited to go sit with others from our group, and we did. This was the first time we'd talked to most of them. They said they'd known about the "poor sick woman" who had barely made an appearance. A couple of the men were obviously interested in helping Claire make up for lost time.
But Claire's eyes were on a young Mexican guy, one of the resort employees, who was dancing with some of the women. Claire wanted him. Even when she danced with Steve, I could see her watching the young guy.
The Mexican guy was dancing with a tall blonde at one point when Claire talked me into cutting in. I took the blonde and Claire got her dance. And then another. Her confidence was high, and she looked great. I made a mental note to buy my wife sexier dresses and better jackets. When a woman glows like she was, you want to show it off.
The blonde's name was Karma, and my duty was not unpleasant. She claimed to be a grandmother, but even Claire commented on how pretty she was. She was also a sweetheart, and I regretted not having met her earlier.
Outside at the end of the evening, I talked to Mary, Steve's wife. I asked her why Steve hadn't gone whale watching, and she answered saying he had told her about the afternoon, and that it was terrific. But she said it could have been better. I asked how.
"If I had been there, of course," she said with a smile.
"Maybe not," I said. "Maybe it was easier for Claire to be the center of attention the first time, and not have to deal with jealousy on top of everything else."
Mary gave me a little hug, and said, "Yeah, but next time it will be different."
We met up with Steve and Mary the next morning for a paddle in the hotel's kayaks. On the way to meet them at the beach, Claire asked me if it would be impolite to skip the paddling and just ask them to fuck. But we didn't fuck, we paddled. Afterward, Claire prompted me again to ask Steve if he and Mary wanted an "encounter" before we got on the bus to the airport.
"Claire likes to play," Steve answered, "and there just isn't time."
As it was, we were late to the bus anyway. The Mexican boy from the night before waved to Claire on our way out.
On the flight home, Claire said she was sorry I had thrown away the list of attendees because she wanted to match the people with the faces. She was into it. We agreed that a woman named Pam, who I don't think we talked to at all, was the cutest. Claire said she could see us "tangling" with her.
Later, echoing my conversation with Mary, Claire pointed out how convenient it was that the most suitable man's wife happened to be whale watching that afternoon. Claire said she was not sure she would be as "unjealous," when my turn came. Said she definitely owed me one, but she isn't sure she can handle it, watching me "pounding into a beautiful woman." I suggested she be right there next to me-or not-or I could come in her first. She was unconvinced. She said she should have thanked Mary for her generosity.
Claire actually apologized to me sometime later, for focusing on Steve. He was the new one, after all, but she was always aware of me. I told her I understood. It was fine. But my turn would come, I reminded her.
Claire said that while Steve wasn't unattractive, she wouldn't have looked at him twice on the street. But it was nice to have a chance to compare us two men.
"His head was so much smaller," she said. I was surprised, but then she clarified that she meant his cranium, not his cock head.
She ruminated out loud on our respective penises, coming to the conclusion that when we were soft, his was fatter. When we were hard, mine was longer.
She asked me if it would have been more difficult for me if the other guy had been a young hardbody? I told her I didn't think so. The kick for me was getting and seeing her turned on.
She thought she had to tell me that Steve wasn't a threat. That's nice.
I asked Claire if she was going to tell her best friend, Joan, about our menage a trois. She said no, she wouldn't. She made me promise not to tell anyone either, "out of pride, or whatever." I told her it wasn't something that I wanted to have to explain.
The night we got home, Sunday, I noticed the empty little Fat Lady bottle on Claire's bureau. We made love, and I came twice, in the same rubber. She took a long time to come, but when she did it was a big one - a sheet grabbing, top-of-the-lungs, fuck-me-harder orgasm.
One thing we noticed was how much semen I was producing. Gallons of it with each blast, comparatively. We figured it was nature's way, given the mock biological challenge, of making sure that my seed prevailed.
At work the next day, images from the afternoon in Mexico would pop into my head at every spare moment. It was like having drug flashbacks. It was pleasant. I came home and told Claire and asked her if she were getting the same flashbacks.
"I'm looking ahead," she said, with a confident grin. "I feel like I could fuck any guy in the world, and I want to. There is a whole new universe opening up."
On another occasion (as we talked in bed, before or after making love - we made love a lot in the weeks after the trip), she mentioned her disappointment in not being able to try double entry.
"Well, something to look forward to next time," she said.
I asked her how she felt about our "main rule," which is her not fucking without me present. Was it still in effect? No answer. I had to ask her twice before I got an answer. I suspect she would have liked time alone with Steve.
We talked about inviting them up to our house (they live a hundred miles south). Mary and I could go going diving, I said, and Claire added, "...and Steve and I could stay home and ..."
If Claire and let go of some rules, I suppose I can too.
On another occasion, talking about a visit with them, Claire said she imagined just hanging out around their house (theirs is kid-less, ours is not), taking showers together, making love leisurely when we felt like it. That sort of relaxed, unhurried weekend sounded pretty good to me too.
Several weeks after our return the intensity began to fade, and our regular lives started to impose themselves. One night about this time we had just gotten into bed when Claire said she wanted to "talk about the activities."
My first thought is that she had slid back into "cold mode" and was now starting to regret the sortie. I thought I was going to get the "it was interesting, but I never want to do it again" speech.
Hardly.
She wanted to talk about the next event. We talked about the clubs we could visit, and how a face-to-face meeting was preferable to trying to find compatible people over the web or by ads, and so forth.
She wanted more.
But not too much. We agreed that there was such a thing as going overboard. And we certainly didn't want to think of ourselves as "swingers" or being "in the lifestyle," given the baggage those terms carry. A couple of adventures a year would be fine. Maybe three. Or four. We'd know.
Once or twice I was surprised by her new-found confidence about sex, and her willingness to explore it. It was a remarkable transformation. I told her so.
"You let the genie out of the bottle," she said, smiling mischievously.
Later that evening she went to a woman's group meeting and told me later that she told them "carpe diem" was the only way to live.
There was something to that genie comment. I may have instigated the adventure, but she ran with it. I have never seen her so strong and confident or felt her so much out of my influence or less dependent on me. It was absolutely wonderful. I respected her in a way I hadn't since we'd been married. I was proud of her. I also found her incredibly attractive.
It's been four months, and kids, work, and lack of sleep continue to have their effect on our love life. But I am still living with the wife and partner I had always wanted. She is still more powerful, confident, and passionate than she ever was before. The Mexican adventure was a good thing.
I told her I was going to write this down before we forget the details.
"Maybe YOU will forget the details, she said, "I won't."
But I wrote it down anyway.
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After about 15 to 20 minutes of casual conversation, you could hear movement, with someone coming down the stairs. A sleepy voice called out, “Honey, I need my morning dose.” Darrell responded, “Here in the kitchen, babe, we have company.” Judy shuffled in wearing her pink fuzzy slippers and an oversized men’s T-shirt, her breast swinging freely underneath the fabric. She mumbled a sleepy, “Oh, good morning,” as she headed for the pot of coffee on the counter.
Darrell and I continued chatting away as Judy prepared her mug of coffee and joined us at the table. Darrell explained to her that we had already discussed their needs and that I had come up with a couple of suggestions that I would get back to them on. Judy sat quietly, taking it all in, sipping at her coffee, gazing between Darrell and myself through the rising steam of her mug.
The conversation then turned to the usual general talk about what we’ve been up to, what they’ve been up to, work, etc. Darrell got up to pour another cup of coffee. As he passed Judy, she mumbled, “I need my dose, babe.” He just shook his head. I wasn’t really sure what all this meant. I assumed some sort of medication, but who knows?
As Daryl returned with his coffee, he stood over Judy, bent down as she looked up, gently kissed her forehead, and said, “Honey. You wrecked me last night. I have nothing left to give.“
Now I had a good idea what they were talking about and must’ve given myself away with a muffled chuckle. “She can be quite the demanding vixen, “said Darrell. “She kept me up half the night, and I’m all tapped out.”
Judy looked at me with a very mischievous smile on her face. Darrell looked down at Judy and said, “If you need more, you’re gonna have to get it from him,” Daryl stated, tipping his head in my direction. I have to say this took me by surprise. As I said before, we have not played yet other than sharing the same area in a group room.
I did not know what to say just sat quietly with probably a very silly looking grin on my face not sure if I should respond or not. Judy is the one who broke the silence. “Hmm I think I would like that very much if he is willing” again a moment or two of awkward silence when Derek stated “buddy you’d be doing me a favor I need a break.”
Now I will be honest: Judy is a very good-looking woman 15 years my junior, about five foot eight, with an hourglass figure, long brunette hair, and large full breasts. To say I was attracted to her, you’re damn right. I just was not expecting this situation and did not want to overstep my bounds.
“Well?” Darrell asked. “Really?” I asked.
“Please. She has been talking about you since the last party. She is very willing,” Darrell persisted. “She sucks me off just about every morning. I got nothing left.” Judy smiled and giggled.
I quietly thanked myself for showering this morning. “I just need to make a quick phone call to check in at home, but I would have to say I’m greatly interested and would be happy to oblige.” Judy let out a squeal of glee, clapping her hands in front of her, and I could not ignore the shaking of her breasts underneath the thin T-shirt.
I made a quick call to the Queen, stating what was going to happen, and she responded, “Good luck, enjoy yourself, be home by 1 o’clock. We have plans this afternoon.” I put my phone down on the table, looked up at Darrell, and Judy smiled and said, “Well, I guess I’m free.”
Judy took a sip of her coffee, turned her chair to the side and asked me to come stand in front of her. Once there, she did not waste any time unbuckling my belt and jeans, pulling them down to my knees. In one motion, she pulled my boxers down and buried her face fully against my flaccid cock and balls, sniffing deeply. She rocked her head from side to side and softly murmured a gentle “mmmm” of approval. After nuzzling me a bit, she gave me two gentle kisses, and using only her tongue, she swept my soft cock into her mouth. I looked over to Darrell to see he had a big grin indicating to me he liked what he saw Judy doing. I relaxed a bit more.
Looking down at Judy she had her eyes closed. She was rolling me around inside her mouth with her tongue. Then she sucked hard and gently bobbed her head a few times, then took me completely into her mouth again. She was making soft, guttural moans as she continued attacking me. “She really loves doing this,” Darrell stated. I did not respond other than a sigh on my part.
Judy continued working me with her mouth, and I started to respond to her efforts. As I started to swell, she took less and less of me into her mouth. She started stocking me with her hand and mouth. After a short time, she “popped” the head of my cock out of her mouth. “Oh my,” she said as she stroked me with her two hands, “I didn’t expect this.” She gasped, then took the remaining length of my cock beyond her two fists in her mouth. “Dude,” exclaimed Darrell, “do you mind if I take pictures of Judy with that?” I could only nod my head in approval; I didn’t want to break the mood.
Darrell fumbled with his phone and started taking pictures. Judy, with just the tip of me in her mouth, hands-free. And then one of my full length from her chin to her forehead.
“Damn,” Darrell stated, happily clicking away. Judy used one hand to stroke me while sucking on my balls. Darrell had the sound activated on his phone, and there were times it rapidly stuttered as he excitedly took multiple pictures as Judy skillfully continued the assault on my full erection. She tried to take more of me in her mouth but could only manage about half of me before her gag reflex kicked in, and she loudly gasped, popping me out of her mouth and sucking in a large amount of air while stroking with one, then both hands. Every now and again, she would run her tongue from my balls and under the length of my cock, sinking as much of me as possible into her mouth.
At some point, the shutter noise on Darrell’s phone stopped. I wasn’t sure when, but he continued to move the phone camera around Judy’s head and shoulders, I assume taking video. After several minutes of this, although I’m not very sure of the time, Judy stopped. “Let’s go in the living room.”
I kicked off my sneakers and pants and, with her holding my cock in her hand, led me into their living room to a sectional couch and had me sit on an oversized ottoman. She took a pillow from the couch and knelt on it in front of me. She resumed stroking me. One-handed, two-handed, then into her mouth. Shallow, deep, gagging a bit, then back to stroking. Time drifted away as I was enjoying every moment of her efforts. “Tell her when you are ready to cum so I can get a closeup,” instructed Darrell. Again, no answer from me other than nodding my head.
Judy continued vigorously, trying to get me to cum. She rested occasionally, stroking my length with her two hands. After a bit of time, I heard her ask Darrell, “Can I try this? I really want to try him.”
“Hell yeah,” Darrell exclaimed. “Is that ok with you?” he asked me.
“Sure,” I responded. Judy is still working on me. “Only cum in her mouth,” Darrell instructed. I mumbled an “ok” in agreement.
Judy told me to lay back on the ottoman as she stood stripping off the tee shirt. Her breasts swung freely, jiggling with her every movement. I expected that I would be given a condom or she might roll one on me, but instead, she turned away from me and started to lower herself onto me reverse cowgirl. Seeing my concern, Darrell assured me it would be okay if I was okay with it. I agreed.
My crotch was soaked with Judy’s saliva. I watched with eager anticipation as she positioned herself over me. Darrell was giving her some instruction so he could get his video of her lowering herself onto me. I witnessed a few rivulets trickling down her inner thighs. She grasped my cock with her hand and rubbed the end of it along her lips while slightly lowering herself back and forth but not penetrating. After a few moments, I felt her start to take me in. She gasped and stopped for a moment, then repeated, taking me out, rubbing me back in. God, she felt great.
Judy shifted herself slightly, still holding my cock. She guided me back into her opening, taking just the head of me into her. After a brief pause, she lifted her hips up a little and then backed down a little further. A few strokes and then a little more. Each time she did this, shallowly stroking what she had in her, she would slowly take a little more. With each deeper penetration, her body would gently quiver a bit.
“Damn, this is hot”! Darrell blurted out. If he thought what he saw was hot he should see this from my angle. Damn is right.
I do not think either of us were aware of time. There was no rush, no frenzied groping or pumping. Judy was in complete control as it should be, all about her pleasure, her comfort.
It wasn’t long before I was completely embedded inside the warmth of this woman. Using her body to stroke me, she would take me shallow, then deep strokes, occasionally stopping, deeply penetrating, and grinding on me, almost like dancing on me with her hips. I could hear her murmuring something from time to time, but I didn’t make out what she was saying. I was too engrossed with what she was doing to me.
After a while, she stood, releasing my cock. She turned, facing me, and straddled my waist. Grasping my cock she guided me into her, and she settled completely on my cock. “Damn babe, do that again,” Darrell, now directing this video. I didn’t care at all; I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
He directed her to rise up almost off me the slowly back down. I was lost in her breasts hanging down on me, her nipples brushing along my chest with her rocking motion. Judy’s breathing was quickening with the occasional moan. I loved stroking her breasts, using both hands to hold and squeeze while my mouth teased and pulled on her nipples. She started to ride me harder for a while, stopping every so often with full penetration, wiggling her hips. Once she started raising herself completely and then slamming herself back onto me, taking full, deep strokes, I started to feel that I was getting there.
“I need you to take me,” mumbled Judy as she raised herself off of me. I stood, and she knelt on the ottoman. I accepted the offer of taking her from behind, but I took my time. Partial and shallow strokes, then slowly pushing in deep.
Gauging that she was comfortable with this, I spread her cheeks apart with my hands, went as deep as possible, and paused. With each deep penetration and pause, she would gasp slightly and pump and grind against me.
I’m not sure who was breathing more excitedly, Judy, me, or Darrell, who was totally lost in videoing and watching through the lens. He had swapped out his phone for a handheld video camera at some point, but I am not sure when. I hadn’t noticed.
Judy set the pace. She started bucking back onto me hard and solid. I took the hint and picked up the pace, slamming back into her with full deep strokes. Her verbal jerky breathless “aaahhhs” and “oohhhs” excited me and Darrell. He was moving around us videoing from various angles commenting as he goes.
Judy announced we had to stop. I was concerned if she was ok. She was; she just wanted to be on her back.
She grasped my hand and, giggling, pulled me quickly down the hall, with Darrell a step behind me, to a bedroom. She sat on the bed and quickly took me into her mouth, running her tongue along my length. She laid back her butt on the edge of the bed, pulling me to her. “Fuck me hard,” she said, “but I want you to cum in my mouth.” I nodded that I understood.
I position myself between her raised legs. She pulled her legs back and wide open, bent at the knees. I leaned in, pressing myself against her opening, grasping each breast in my hands. Bending to nuzzle and suck on her nipples made me enter her partially, making Judy wriggle a light and let out an audible sigh. I squeezed both breasts together and alternated between each nipple as I started to push deeper inside her. She wiggled her hips, trying to press onto me. Once fully penetrated, she ground herself on me.
After a few minutes, I raised myself above her and started slowly pumping into her. I alternated shallow pumping with a few deep full strokes and, from time to time, pressing deep into her and just grinding against her. It seemed to excite her, judging by her body response and breathy moans. “Fuck me hard,” she said, “take me hard!” Our director shouted the same, “Pound her hard!”
Placing a hand on each thigh to hold her legs open and back, I started a steady thrusting, alternating occasionally slamming against her hard. Judy responded with pleasing moans. She fondled and squeezed her breasts and then gathered them both on her chest, cradled by both her upper arms. Her breasts rocked and waved with each thrust. It was marvelous. I was desperately trying to keep the same pace.
Judy traced her fingers over her lower tummy, bringing both over the top of her pubic mound. Her fingers, finding her sweet spot, started vigorously rubbing above her clitoris. I continued to piston in and out of Judy. Her mouth opened, and her breathing sounded labored.
After a few minutes, she started to make a soft-pitched whimpering noise. I continued to thrust hard into her. Only slightly withdrawing, then slamming back into her, making her whole body jerk, her breasts jolting about with each impact. Her whining noise was getting a bit higher and louder, and then it hit. She suddenly sucked in a big breath of air, her head picked up off the bed, a long guttural moan that ended on a high note. “Aarrggeeeee!” Then, her back arched as she slammed her head back, followed by rapid breathing and intermittent uncontrolled giggling. I felt her contraction, an intense gripping of my cock as she climaxed.
I slowed to a slow, deliberate, full-stroke penetration. I knew I was very close. I declared, “I’m going to cum!” and pulled out of Judy and stepped back. Judy slinked off the bed to her knees on the floor. I was pumping my cock by hand. Judy pushed it aside and started to rapidly jerk my cock by hand. “Cum for me, come on, cum” Judy repeated this a few times as the build-up reached its peak. I moaned low and loud. The first volley went across her open mouth and right cheek. The next, she aimed me directly into her mouth. Third and forth, under her chin and neck, the remaining small spurts and drops landed scattered over her breasts. “Wow, oh my god!” Judy squealed excitedly.
Darrell was beside himself with excitement. Other than the pictures and videos they made themselves, this was the first video allowed with someone other than Darrell. He said, “This is crazy sexy, hot as hell”! The clock in the bedroom indicated we had been at this for about 90 minutes. A first for all of us. But to be fair, a hell of a lot of manual and oral play, stop and start, prolonged it all. Judy agreed, reached over, and pulled Darrell to her. She quickly pulled down his sweatpants and promptly took his cock in her mouth. I picked up their video camera and started videoing the two of them.
Judy had Darrell hard in just a few seconds. She made an extra effort to lavish his cock with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down and then swallowing him whole.
She then pulled him down on top of her. He quickly slipped inside her and started hammering away with Judy, encouraging him along, “Take me baby, fill me up!”
From my view, I had a clear shot of him pumping his cock in and out of her. With her telling him to take her hard, cum for her, and watching the two of us for the past hour and a half, he had no hope of lasting very long. He started groaning, Judy telling him to fill her. He let out a bellow and started cumming inside her. I caught the whole thing on video. His pumping and cumming. His cum leaking around his cock out of her. And when he pulled out, the cum leaked out of her. When things calmed down, he viewed the video and couldn’t believe how hard he came and how much he gave her. Judy chimed in, “And you said you didn’t have anymore, holding out on me.”
We didn’t get dressed. We went into the kitchen and talked about what had just happened and past swinging adventures. About an hour later, Judy walked over to me and asked if I could go again. I looked at Darrell, and he quickly shook his head yes. “If you can, that would be awesome”. I agreed.
We walked back to the bedroom and climbed up on the bed. We kissed and fondled each other a little bit. I then positioned myself on my left side and maneuvered Judy on her back with her legs up and over my hip. I easily slipped my semi-soft cock inside her. She was very warm and wet from Darrell. My hands were free to caress and squeeze her breasts. Darrell switched between videoing and kissing Judy. He occasionally played and sucked on her breasts. I slowly pumped a little into Judy. After a few moments, she exclaimed, “I can feel you growing inside me,” and giggled in amazement.
Once I was fully hard I changed position to a supporting missionary. Using my knees to keep Judy’s legs open and my arms keeping me up to watch and nibble on her breasts. I started slow, long thrusts and built up to harder, faster, full-length thrusts. In about fifteen minutes, I was pulling out and dribbling cum on her tummy. Judy sat up and slid down, taking me into her mouth, making an effort to suck and lick me clean.
It was almost noon, and I had to run to get home on time. We promised each other we would get together soon, all four of us. And that we did. They joined our group and played once or twice a month at our parties. We also traveled and shared very often for 4 - 5 years. Then, they moved to New Mexico for Darrell’s work.
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By C3po
This all started around forty years ago when my wife Beth and I had dated for a few years then married. It wasn't long after we married that I introduced her to her first big realistic porn star dildo. When she first saw it she laughed and said, "That'll never fit in my pussy, are you nuts?!" But she agreed to trying and found not only did it fit but she really enjoyed it. She was amazed by how much she enjoyed it. So much so that she requested I use it on her quite a lot. She also discovered she enjoyed big cock porn, she was fascinated by it. Soon was I combining using a huge dildo on her at the same time she watched big cock porn, this led her to experience huge orgasms. She couldn't get enough. She was finally exploring her sexuality and expanding her outlook on sexual pleasure.
One night after some really hot sex I questioned her if she ever fantasized about fucking other men, especially well-hung men. She responded that of course she did, stated that most women had this fantasy, and she believed it was quite common. So I pursued it further and asked her if she wanted to try another man's cock and how much did she really desire to do it? She said that it sounded exciting and fun but she would never do anything to endanger our marriage. I said, "What if I told you that I wanted to watch you have sex with another man, one that had a really big cock. Would you then consider it?" She laughed and said she'd be game if it was something I was serious about and really wanted her to do. She said, "Come on, let's be real. It's exciting and fun to imagine it, but to really do it? Please! That's a major game changer."
So I said, "I'm very serious. I've watched the way you enjoy the dildos especially while watching big cock videos. It turns me on big time seeing how excited you get and how many times you climax from doing these two things at the same time. I want to watch you do it for real. No BS, just watching you getting slammed by a big cock would be a huge turn-on for me. So what do you really think now that you know that I'm serious and am giving you this opportunity?"
I could see her giving it some serious thought, she didn't get mad or upset at me or the idea, no resistance whatsoever to my request. The more she considered the idea the more it appeared to me that she was very intrigued with the idea and it excited her.
She started asking all kinds of questions, like wouldn't I be jealous, or think the worst of her, or what if she really enjoyed it and wanted more or didn't feel comfortable screwing another man, then what? Were there any rules and what were the consequences? Was I absolutely sure that I really wanted her to do this, because once done there was no going back!
After she finished asking everything she had concerns about I answered all her questions and we talked about the rules/boundaries we would have in place to keep it fun and exciting without any reservations or guilt. This was to make sure she fully understood my concerns and alleviate all of hers as well. It seemed she came to a decision at which point she smiled and enthusiastically said yes, she'd do it! Did I have someone special in mind she wondered? She said she had to agree to my choices for her sexual escapades or it wasn't gonna happen.
I then informed her I was thinking of Bruce. Beth squealed with glee, she admitted she has had fantasies about Bruce for some time now and I couldn't have picked a better choice for her first time. She would absolutely love to fuck Bruce. She said she was getting wet thinking about sex with him.
A few days later I met up with Bruce for an after work drink. As we enjoyed several drinks we talked a lot. Soon I steered the conversation towards my wife Beth. I asked Bruce to be honest and tell me what he thought about Beth. He admitted he thought Beth was smokin' hot. She had a killer body and was just gorgeous, always was friendly, and liked flirting with him when they were together. I asked him if he' ever had the chance would he consider having sex with her? He looked a bit concerned by my question but answered yes, he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of such an opportunity. So I told him that Beth really wanted to have sex with him, and that I was okay with them hooking up. I explained that was my kink watching her get fucked by other men, it really turned me on. Bruce considered it for several minutes then said okay sure, he'd love to fuck Beth. Just give him the details when we're ready to make it happen.
When I got home I told Beth about my conversation with Bruce and what he said. She looked startled and said she couldn't believe I did that. So I asked her if what I did was so wrong and did she still want to go through with it? She excitedly said Oh hell yes she did, and no I wasn't wrong! So we made plans and set a date for Beth's first cock.
The night arrived finding Beth both excited and hot with anticipation. She was dressed to kill showing off her sexy body wearing no underwear. When Bruce knocked on the door I answered it and escorted him into our house. Beth entered the living room and gave Bruce a big hug pressing her chest and pelvis into him and then kissed him on the lips. Bruce kissed her back and he sat down pulling her on to his lap. Nether one of them wasted any time, tongues going everywhere, hands exploring and groping each other, clothes coming off. Soon they were both naked and Beth got a pleasant surprise, Bruce was very well hung. She giggled with delight.
Beth took Bruce's hand and led him to our bed. She pushed him down on the bed and went to work on Bruce's big cock giving him an enthusiastic blow job. After a while Bruce flipped Beth on her back and went to work on her pussy and clit. Beth orgasmed in minutes, fully enjoying Bruce's skilled tongue. I stood in the background watching the show.
Soon Bruce moved into position between Beth's legs. As he rubbed his cock against Beth's open pussy and clit she responded with loud moans and started pressing her pussy against Bruce's cock. As he slid his huge cock into Beth's pussy she had a big climax. As he went deeper he increased his speed and Beth climaxed again. She was enthralled with his big cock pumping her pussy, she was moving her hips and swearing, telling him his cock felt so good. She looked over at me and said she loved how good his big cock felt inside her. She told Bruce to stretch her pussy good, to fuck her hard. She was in sexual ecstasy, a place she'd never been before. Her facial expressions showed pure bliss and the sounds she was making were hot as hell. I never seen her so turned on, she must of had a dozen orgasms, many of which were huge.
They fucked each other hard for a good twenty minutes then Bruce erupted into Beth's pussy, filling her with his cum. This gave Beth another climax. Afterwards he laid on Beth for a minute then rolled off her. He'd destroyed her pussy, it gaped open with his cum dripping out of her. They kissed and he got up to dress while Beth laid there spent. She looked at me and smiled big time. She said, "Your turn!", so I took sloppy seconds and enjoyed it beyond belief. Bruce watched us have sex then commented that watching real sex was so much hotter than any porno ever could be. He understood my enjoyment of watching my wife fuck other men. He said he'd like to do it again and Beth was all for it. So they made plans to hook up again. Then Bruce left.
Beth and I talked about how well things went, and how she wasn't prepared for how much she enjoyed his big cock. It was mind boggling! She thanked me profusely for asking her to do this, the opportunity to experience such awesome sex. She says she'll never be the same again and is looking forward to more big cock sex. So our new lifestyle began.
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By Falcon88
My wife and I have been together for almost 25 years. Through out the years sex has been fantastic. No complaints on either side. We are very faithful and never cheated on each other.
Then one day two years ago we were having a few drinks and watching porn. We watch all kinds of porn. That night we were watching some really good gangbangs. Curiously, I turn to my wife and asked her if she ever thought about swinging and group sex. If it ever crossed her mind. Surprisingly, she looked at me and said she’s been thinking about it for while. So we ended up talking about swinging and group sex for hours. We got online and read stories on experiences about swinging and group sex. The pros and cons. It turned me on taking about it but at the same time I got a crazy feeling in my stomach. Nerves I guess.
So to make a very long story short we ended up having an open marriage and took up swinging. We both decided to have (safe) sex with other people until we felt comfortable on having our first group sex. All this took very long planning and preparing, especially mentally.
Finally last November we planned out her first group sex. We carefully selected three familiar friends to join in the fun. Of course they decided to do it and agreed on our rules.
So, it finally happened that November night. I really enjoyed watching my wife get screwed by more than one man. She had the time of her life. She had multiple orgasms one after another. The crazy feeling never left my stomach but I really enjoyed watching though. After the guys left we kicked back and talked about our experience. Then we go back about agreeing on what we’re doing and never to do it without the other knowing. We keep an oath of trust. Every time we have a date with someone we let each other know. It’s always planned out days in advance so it will never interfere with our personal lives. We have a great understanding.
Since last November she’s been involved in several group sex averaging 3-4 guys each time. Of course I joined in most of the time. Lots of lube is needed. But now she wants to go a little further. She wants to do a gangbang of 6-8 guys. Seriously.
Lately she’s been playing with large toys to get her vagina ready. She wants to try double-vaginal penetration. I’ve been preparing her by inserting a dildo in her while I’m inside. Very carefully with lots of lube. We practice every time we have sex. She even carefully inserts a large thick toy in her vagina while watching a movie and keeps it in there. Yes, our sexual curiosities has increased tremendously. My wife wants to explore even more and I’m all in.
Well the day we both have been looking forward too occurred this past weekend. We managed to round up 7 guys for an all night gangbang. It involved a lot of planning and phone calls. We’ve noticed that guys will be all in at first then drop out later. But eventually we got things going. That night when everyone arrived she was kinda nervous but excited to have that many cocks at once. Most of all, she finally had double penetration in her vagina from two guys for the first time. The strange thing I seemed more nervous than her. Lol But she absolutely enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed watching her. She came hard many times. She doesn’t like anal so that wasn’t attempted.
So after joining in all the fun and after almost two hours of great sex we had the grand finale. My sexy wife knelt down and we all gave her an awesome bukkake. Her face was drenched with cum. It was one heck of a hot night. After everyone left we took a long shower and stayed up almost all night talking about it. We were both so turned on that we were already making plans for the next one. But we are gonna take a break for about three weeks. It’s just going to be me and her for now.
Yesterday she mentioned about having a messy cum sex in the near future after watching a great creampie movie. I was like, a messy cum sex? She asked me what I would think about her having a messy gooey bukkake and creampie night. Having about 4 guys cum all over her face while 4 guys cum inside her. Then rubbing the cum all over her breasts. Man, just listening to her drove me crazy. My wife was willing to be explosive. But that would take lots of planning because we are very cautious. My wife cannot get pregnant anymore so that’s really something we don’t have to worry about. It’s about the unprotected sex. We do know many cool friends well enough that we can trust but still we must remain careful. Yet, I’m sure it’s gonna happen very soon.
I’ve been asked if we have taken it too far. If there’s actually any sign of regrets. Some close friends wonder about my wife wanting too much now. Our answer is no because we enjoy it and have a deep understanding and trust. We are responsible adults and are having fun. We first talk about what we’re going to do and have to both agree 100%. Any sign of doubt from either side we will not do it. We are friends with our sex partners but no feelings are involved or ever shared. We have proven that to ourselves already.
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By SwingersBoard
My story is about my ex-wife and myself and one of the adventures including my best friend. She was a quiet woman, but the quiet ones can be very wild. We had our first threesome shortly after our first child was born.
We had been partying and all of us were feeling pretty good. Christen and I had a few encounters with my friend Jeff. On this particular night, she came up to me and kissed me while I was looking in the fridge. Some of our guests were laughing and joking in the other room. I gave her that glance that she knew I was asking if she wanted to have a smaller, more private party. She shook her head yes, sucked my tongue into her mouth, and went back into the other room. The party started winding down another hour or so later, and as the last of the guest were leaving my wife went upstairs. Just Jeff and I remained downstairs. I asked if he was ready for another party and he was. He always was with her. She isn't overly pretty or have that model body, but she could certainly fuck good. We went upstairs and found her in the bedroom.
We both went over, me stripping off my clothes while Jeff just climbed onto the bed. My wife then rolled towards him and they started kissing. I just sat on the edge of the bed watching them, stroking my dick. I was so hard. I watched her unzip his pants and pull them down with his help. Once free of his pants the shirt came off. He laid on his side and she went down and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked the head nice and slow, running her tongue all over it. I heard him moan and then watched as he reached into her panties he started rubbing her clit. My cock was hard than granite at this point. I was stroking myself pretty good by this point, but was waiting for more action before I joined in. I saw her wrap her hand around his cock and pump it while she sucked him in over and over again. I reached over and pulled her panties down her legs and off. She wasn't wearing a bra so when I helped her out of her shirt, her breasts were free for the taking.
They moved into the center of the bed, with him on his back. She again sucked his cock a few more times and then started to position herself above him. Straddling his body she reached down and grabbed his hard cock and aimed it at her pussy. I moved around the bed and watched as she lowered herself onto his pole. Slowly the head disappeared and inch by inch she took him until he was in balls deep. She ground on him for a few minutes, slowly gaining speed. My cock was ready to burst. I almost lose my mind when I see her fucking him on top. She really loves to be in control too. He was sucking her breasts and she was moaning really loud. She knows that I love to do her doggy style, but I thought that she had too much on her mind to stop in the middle of this and let me take her.
To my surprise, she pulled herself off and started sucking him again between his spread legs. She rarely will suck any dick after she has ridden it for a while since she doesn't like the taste of her pussy, but she was sucking again with a passion. Her ass was sticking high in the air, with her back arched. I saw this as my invitation, and crawled on my knees up behind her, he with one stroke I was in the wettest, loosest pussy I have been in. I love the feel of her pussy after someone else has been in it for a while. I usually cum within a few minutes, but I guess my cock was extra hard from watching for so long. Also, I hadn't expected her to ride him so quickly which added to me being turned on so much. I was fucking her with long, hard, deep strokes. Fucking with a power that only sharing her with another man can give me. After a mind blowing 15 minutes, she slammed back at me real hard and I started cumming inside of her. I have to keep pumping until my orgasm is finished.
I rolled over and she rolled off of him and in between us on the bed. We all fell asleep, but I was awaken to the bed moving. She was again riding his cock, but she was lying down flat on him. I started to jerk off at the sight of what I was witnessing. I heard her start to moan and soon she was cumming. She rode him a few more minutes until he too had finished letting loose another load of sperm in my wife. I came shortly afterwards all over my stomach. When we awoke in the morning, everyone had those morning after thoughts of what we had done. I left to take a shower and when I came back I noticed she was again blowing him through the crack in the door. I just watched as she sucked him for 20 minutes or so. Eventually, he groaned and filled her mouth with cum. She got off the bed heading to the bathroom I guess to spit the load in the sink. But as she went by she said I darling, kissed me and continued on her way. I couldn't believe she actually swallowed his load. Something she never had done with me.
The next night I had to work and the three of us got it on just an hour before I was leaving. When I left I had cum and showered quickly. Leaving Jeff and my wife to fuck the rest of the night away. The next morning when he came to work we passed each other smiling in the hallway. I went home that morning to a very tired wife. She told me she loved getting fucked by other men.
We divorced about six years later, but I have many fond memories of her sucking and fucking other men. I used to let her go out to get fucked by someone she had met in a bar. But, that is another story. I wish my current fiance would let another man fuck her, but she so far, isn't into it and I'm not pushing. These stories fill my need to have MFM threesomes. There is nothing like watching your woman with another man.
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By AdamGunn2
It was a fairly typical night at D.J.s Island, an early autumn evening. Mary and I hadn’t set anything up in advance, we’d decided to go almost at the last moment. From the second we entered the door our radar was beaming across the club, searching for a couple that might be searching for what we were also interested in - an enjoyable tryst.
Mary took a few minutes to change into what she called a ‘trolling outfit.’ As I remember, that night it was a black babydoll with a loose bodice, thong, low heels. Many men admired her legs as I checked the forty or so women, many as scantily clad as my wife. None of our regular playmates seemed to be in attendance that evening, but we had our customs, we weren’t concerned. Perhaps an hour and a half later, I sat at a table next to the dance floor, Mary was on her feet, on the parquet, moving her body, seeing if anyone would move in. A slow sequence of men approached her, danced with her. Some would take liberties such as moving their hands under her garment, feeling the small of her back, perhaps place their palm on the roundness of her ass.
I’d seen this many times before, I waited for one of two reactions.
The first was that she’d spin away from the man; it signified she wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.
The second was that she’d get closer, I’d watch her whisper in his ear. I knew the question, “Where’s your wife?” Some of them would shake their heads, they were attending as one of the few single men the club allowed, and when they received Mary’s response, they’d move away - that’s not what we were looking for at the moment.
But the man might indicate where his wife was dancing a few feet away. When this kind of thing happened, Mary would glance to me and give our special signal - she’d put one hand on the back of her head, one on her stomach. When I got the cue, I’d come out, we’d dance as a foursome.
As I approached, a man grasped the elbow of a tall attractive lady who was more modestly dressed, at least for the club. There was no conversation on the dance floor, the heavy volume of music and the thumping of the bass wouldn’t allow for speech. But I could tell the woman was interested in me, the four of us paired off and I often found myself facing this vixen. It was obvious they were as interested in us as I was in them, I could tell by the way Mary was rubbing against the man that she felt the same.
After a couple of songs, Mary led the way off the floor, holding his hand, leading us off into a corner away from the speakers. As we sat, the man said, “I’m Ed, this is my wife, Marilyn.”
Marilyn and I softly shook hands, I believe she raised the hem of her skirt to give me a view of her upper thighs. Ed had no problem seeing Mary’s legs, or where they met - she was sitting so that the babydoll was gathered to her side, leaning forward so her globes were exposed to his view.
“Do you come here often?” Ed asked.
“Every few weeks,” I responded, “you?”
“This is our first time here.” Mary gave him a look that asked for further info. “We’re just starting this,” he admitted.
Marilyn picked it up. “We’ve only had one time with a couple of friends. We liked it, heard about this place, decided to see if we could get into more trouble.”
“Trouble’s our middle name,” I joked.
Our conversation continued, where do you live, what movies have you seen lately, etc. It was a screen, of course, we were all calculating if the four of us would be pleasurable bedmates. I paid my attention to Marilyn, my wife had told me numerous times not to worry about her, she can take care of herself. My hand found Marilyn’s knee, she smiled at me, encouraged me to reach a tad higher. We bent towards each other, our mouths met.
Marilyn opened her lips to me, the kiss was ardent, her mouth moist. She licked at my upper lip, her hand fondled the back of my neck. Our tongues clashed, promising cupidity, mimicking what I presumed our bodies might be doing in a few scant moments.
We broke for a moment, Marilyn invited, “Would you guys want to go to one of the rooms?”
I, of course, was all for it, but then I heard Mary. “Uh, not right now. But thanks.”
We’ve always had the guideline that if one person doesn’t want to do something, she speaks for both of us. Regretfully, I pecked at Marilyn’s lips a last time, we stood, went separate ways.
“You’re not upset, are you?” Mary asked me.
“Of course not, not at all. You’re not in the mood?”
“Oh, I’m in the mood all right, just not with Ed.”
“Something wrong with him?” I asked.
“I tried to get him interested,” Mary revealed, “but his kiss was a little cold, indifferent. I put my hand on his leg, he was too busy watching you and Marilyn, he never responded. My guess is that if we went into a room, he’d be watching you two, I’m not even sure he’d get hard for me.” It was a reasonable thought, it had happened to us a couple times before. “Hope you don’t mind, bet she’d have been a firecracker.”
“Maybe. But you’re a firecracker too.”
We headed back to the dance floor, in search of another couple.
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