By afterwork
(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.
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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 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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By Mistral Wind
I'm Mistral, and my husband Tim and I attended the most fabulous swingers party the previous weekend at our new friends' large manor house. We were filled with glee when they invited us back the following weekend for another cum-filled night of debauchery. They also suggested we bring some friends if we liked.
John and Wendy were a couple we knew from our charity work. They were young, idealistic, and very open-minded. We didn't think they were swingers, but the subject had come up in casual conversation. They were curious but remained evasive about their thoughts on the subject. We decided all we could do was broach the issue and see what happened.
The next evening, John and Wendy arrived after Tim and Mistral. They followed the crowd upstairs. As they climbed the stairs amongst the excited and bubbly people, Wendy remembered the afternoon and that phone call. John's voice was nervous and excited, "Hi, Babe! We have a party invite from Tim and Mistral to join them at their friends' swinger party tonight. I know we have fantasized about this. How do you feel?"
Wendy felt panic surge through her stomach, excitement flooded her pussy, and her nipples perked up hard. "Wow, that is short notice. What happens if we don't like it?"
"Babe, I will never make you," John promised. "We both have to want this to happen. I am sorry to spring it on you like this, and maybe we should forget it then."
Wendy said, "No, John, I did not say 'NO,' just what happens? When we fantasized about swinging, you said you would love to watch me in a group of men getting fucked by them all. Are you sure about that?"
Wendy had visualized these events, wishing desperately that John would take the lead and say, 'We will do it.' In their role-playing, they often pretended to be at a swingers party changing partners. One of Wendy's games was to roll up two large pillows, tie a belt around with a strap-on dildo attached to the belt, put her large vibrator into the cup, and ride the pillows, getting fucked hard by the vibrator. John would come from behind and fuck her arse or go to the front, and she would suck him to a spluttering cum inside her mouth. In her mind, these were real men fucking her, and she shared herself with the men, and John loved the attention and continuous pleasure.
In reply to Wendy's question, John said, "Oh yes, while I am having the same with two girls, one on my face and one on my cock, I would love it! Babe, I am sure. How about you?"
Wendy gulped. The secret she had held in her head for so long was about to become real. "Let's do it. Let's go! Are you sure you won't feel jealous watching me come on some man's cock with another somewhere else inside me? I don't have a thing to wear. What do I need?"
John said, "The theme is An Officer and a Gentleman. I can go dressed as a USA Army General using my dad's old uniform. You wear your sexy red top and skirt. You know, the top that doesn't come all the way down, the skirt with the elastic waistband hanging low on you, and your suspenders and stockings. No thong, no bra. You will show off your pussy to her best. My cock is getting hard just thinking about it!"
Wendy replied, "I will be ready when you get home. Your dad's uniform will need a press, and I will prepare everything. See you at 6:00 tonight, darling."
Her hands were shaking when she replaced the receiver breathing shallowly and jerkily as the realization hit home that tonight it would happen! During the afternoon, she got John's clothes ready, checked her dress, found the right shoes, and laid it all out, ready for later. A long hot soak where she shaved her pussy bare using John's razor and made sure her legs and armpits were perfect.
Resting on the bed, she shuffled through the videos they kept hidden from guests and found her favorite, "Suzie's Gang Bang." A fast-action orgy video in which this girl gets fucked by five men altogether. Wendy often watched this and used her vibrator when John was away or working late. Sometimes when her cycle was at ovulation, her sex drive was limitless, and she would role-play watching the action.
The action on the screen hotted up as the men were penetrating Susie left, right, and center. A closeup on-screen of pussy open and dripping. A cock slid into it, wetting itself with her fluids. It slid out, rubbed against her tiny rosebud anus, and gently but firmly slid into opening her slowly. At the same time, another cock pushed into her pussy. Wendy loved this part and rolled onto her side, turned on the vibrator, and sunk it into her arse. Her fingers slid into her pussy, working gently to pleasure her clit. Her hips were thrusting back and forward faster and faster as her climax built. She reached down and switched on her biggest vibrator, a black cock that was as real as it gets. The vibrator was thrust inside her cunt, and she moaned and moaned herself into a massive climax.
Wendy relaxed, watched the movie, enjoyed the post-climactic euphoria, and gently played with her clit. In her mind, she watched the swingers' party unfold - couples fucking, girl-girl, MFM, and FMF at this imaginary party. Inside her head, she had been desperate to fulfill these needs, and it was finally coming true.
In the past, Wendy was often on the verge of saying to John, "Let's try swinging!" She always shrank away from the responsibility in case he rejected the reality. Fantasies are fine, but who knows what the reality will bring? After so many conversations about swinging, so many nearly made decisions, and all those fantasies that included imaginary swinging, they had chosen to go ahead. With an overwhelming certainty, she laid back, smiled, and said to herself, "Tonight, I will fuck a roomful of men. I hope I don't disappoint them; my clit is tingling with anticipation!"
Wendy switched on the vibrator, and her hands moved over her breasts, pinching her nipples and then down to her pussy. Her hips were rocking back and forth. She rolled the pillows up, tied the belt around, clipped the vibrator into the belt, and climbed on top, sinking the vibrator deep inside her pussy and working herself to another peak. She closed her eyes and started rocking harder and harder. Then, a voice penetrated the action, and John stood naked and erect in front of her. She blushed with embarrassment, and he thrust his cock into her mouth. It tasted slightly salty. He lasted about 10 seconds and then dumped the load down her throat, bringing her to a climax.
John smiled and gently rolled Wendy into his arms. "You looked fantastic when I walked in and found you fucking your brains out with your vibrator on top of those pillows. If I feel as proud of you at the party as I did then and how aroused it made me, I can't wait to watch you fuck the guys. Will you enjoy watching me and sharing my pleasure?"
"Oh yes," she said in her little girl's voice, "I will love watching you; maybe I can do a 69 with her and lick her pussy while you thrust in and out and feel your balls contract when you come inside her."
"Mmmmmm, I wonder if all the girls will be bi? I wonder if I could do a girly threesome? Mmmmmm, I wonder if I can get two men to come at the same time inside me. That would be fun too."
"Can I be your vixen tonight and play dirty?" John smiled and spoke softly, the care showing in his voice.
"Babe, we will have a fabulous time together and with other couples or whatever, don't be shy to try what you want, and feel able to say NO if you don't want. Above all, enjoy yourself, and pleasure comes first," she reminded him.
So back to the party! They gathered around a pool table, with the group laughing and joking about the action starting all around. Wendy looked at the two girls on the pool table with their legs over the shoulders of four guys who were licking and sucking nipples, pussies, and one man had her toes in his mouth, sucking them like a breastfeeding baby. Wendy started to pant. She could not get her breath. Her heart was racing, her knees buckled, and she began to shake. Tears flooded down her face. John cried, "What's up! What's up!"
Wendy sank against the woman beside her shaking uncontrollably. The girl instinctively put her arms around Wendy and held her close, supporting Wendy against herself.
"Sushhhhh baby, you are all right!" the woman cooed, "What is worrying you? You don't have to do any of this if you are afraid."
Wendy snuggled against the comforting figure, put her face against the warm, feminine neck, and nuzzled her cheek, kissing it gently. Her hand moved without command to the woman's breast, and she felt the nipple harden as she caressed it gently. The shaking was easing now, and Wendy felt a little bolder. She turned the woman's face towards her, looked into her eyes, and moved forward slowly, anticipating a gentle and subtle kiss. The tongue was not stiff and probing like a man's but gentle, enticing, and exciting. Wendy's free hand moved down to the woman's belly and softly caressed the feminine rounded shape moving slowly downwards to find that sweetly perfumed garden where a secret lotus stem was waiting to be stroked.
Hands caressed breasts and pussy. Now both girls turned on to each other. John watched, fascinated. He had never seen Wendy with another woman, and his cock raged hard inside his pants. As if in a dream, Wendy pushed the girl gently onto the pool table so her bottom was on edge. She bent down, opened her legs, put them on her shoulders, and snuggled her face between them, savoring the beautiful feminine smells and tastes. Gently opening up the inner lips with her tongue, finding her clit and teasing, teasing just off the edge, making her wait for the full pleasure. Female wetness was seeping all over Wendy's face as the girl was getting nearer and nearer to release.
A few minutes passed, and the girl pushed Wendy off, got onto the table, and said, "Get up here with me. We can pleasure each other now!"
Wendy climbed up, the shakes all gone now. Her pussy was soaking wet, and her breasts were tender with erect nipples and very sensitive. She lifted her skirt, revealing the stockings and suspenders without anything else. The two girls turned head to toe and started a frantic licking expedition to cunt heaven.
Wendy felt a body get up behind her and present a long stiff penis to her backside. The man tried gently to insert it in her cunt where the girl was licking hard; it slipped in and thrust a few times. The girl firmly grassed it and slid it up the crack between her buttocks, tickling her anus with the end. Wendy's whole valley was wet and slippery. The long thin cock nudged open her arse and gently snaked into her bottom.
Wendy's heart raced again; this was what she had dreamed of for months! What surprised her was that the cock inside her was giving almost more pleasure than having her pussy sucked. The combination was too great. A massive climax took over, and she nearly fainted with joy.
As she fell over the edge into an abyss of pleasure, the man behind speeded up, grunted, and sank deep inside her, flooding her back passage with his fluids. Wendy opened her eyes and looked up at John, who stood open-mouthed, watching her antics. He had a girl on her knees sucking his rigid cock, but his eyes were transfixed on Wendy. She smiled, blew him a kiss, and licked her lips covered in pussy juice from the girl beneath her. John shuddered and spent down the girl's throat pumping his hips in time with his spurts.
He gently pushed the girl to one side, staggered to Wendy with his pants down by his feet, and said, "Well, you are hot; I could not believe how sexy you are. I am so proud of you; better than my wildest dreams was that fantastic to watch."
Wendy thought to herself, "Why did I panic? This is fantastic, better than the fantasies we have. This is real sex."
A couple came up to them. The man smiled. "I am Tommy. This is Raquel, my wife. We just watched you and nearly came with you. Would you join us at the table for a foursome?"
Wendy reached down and felt his cock inside his pants. It was semi-hard and big. She turned to John and Raquel, "Let's get together. We can play here or in one of the smaller rooms with a nice bed?"
They entered the room together. Wendy pushed down her long skirt and flipped off her top. She was naked except for her stockings and suspenders. Raquel slipped out of her long ball gown, revealing a very firm 36's and a sweet little tight arse on top of a pair of legs to die for. She was near perfect. Tommy was muscular with a flat hard six-pack stomach and an erection starting to grow to full size as he gently stroked himself. John was naked in a flash, only half erect after his escapade down the other girl's throat. Wendy turned to Tommy, who scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the king-sized bed, his erect cock bouncing up and down as he stepped forward. Raquel reached out for John, smiled softly, and whispered, "Come and play with me and let me get you hard again. We will watch them while I regenerate your erection."
John looked down at her fair perfection, those soft curves all running down into the valley between her legs. A golden pussy fuzz glinted in the soft lights. He reached for her and pulled her towards him. A first gentle kiss, lips opened up, and tongues tenderly searched each other out, exploring each other. His hands held her back, then softly slid down over her buttocks, caressing that incredible apple shape of her bottom. She pulled him harder into her body.
As Raquel responded to the stimuli, her hand slid down to feel his penis, which was gently growing back to a man-size stiffness. Their kisses became more ardent, and deeper tongues were now demanding, not exploring. Hands moved over her body.
John broke off the long kiss and searched her neck with his lips and tongue. She shuddered, and he felt her open her legs and move into his body. She thrust her pubis against his leg and started to move up and down. He could feel the wetness spreading along his thigh. John had now reached her breast with his lips and was attacking her nipple, which was bone hard. Raquel started to pant and squirm harder against his leg.
Suddenly Raquel broke away and fell back onto the bed beside Tommy and Wendy's entwined bodies. Raquel reached up, and John dived onto her, gently landing without his weight on her. Raquel squirmed around so she was head-to-toe with him, with her on her back. Raquel reached up and grasped his nearly hard cock. She slipped her mouth over the head as she pulled back his tight foreskin and started to suck him to total hardness.
John's head was between her legs. His mouth opened up her secret garden exploring the sides and little creases. He could tell her clit was begging for attention, and he made her wait. He felt careful with his tongue and could feel the hardness and swelling around her clit, which was now erect like a mini penis. His tongue explored her depths and penetrated her cunt, where he would follow with his cock shortly. Raquel was getting agitated and frustrated. She wanted attention on her clit, so John moved his tongue down the crease between her legs out of her cunt and down to her anus. As it reached the little rosebud, she shuddered and thrust her hips against his face.
Raquel was working hard on making his cock whole again and hard enough to get inside her to ease that burning desire. She threw him over onto his back, climbed on top, grasped his penis in her hand, aimed for her inner lips, and squatted down with a satisfied sigh. John tried to thrust up against her downstrokes, and they found a comfortable rhythm that would gently build to a glorious climax.
Tommy knelt beside John and Raquel with Wendy's legs over his shoulders, thrusting energetically into her pussy. Wendy's bottom hardly touched the bed as his cock shuttled in and out of her dripping pussy. Raquel leaned over and kissed him hard on his mouth while her fingers searched for Wendy's cunt. Wendy pushed her hand out to John, grasped his face, and pulled it over for a kiss. As the four fucked into each other's partners, the respective partners smiled and kissed each other. Raquel started to whimper like a small cat. Her eyes rolled up as she reached her first climax, and her face distorted. A moan escaped her lips. "Fuck it harder! Fuck it, my cunt is exploding. Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Raquel collapsed in a heap on top of John. He rolled her off and crawled around to the other two. Tommy rolled Wendy off him, and she got onto all fours. John hit her from the rear straight into her cunt, deep and hard. She thrust back to meet him harder and faster. Tommy went for the face and slid his cock deep into her mouth, making her gag a little, setting a fast pace that could never last. Tommy grunted and exploded semen down her throat, pumping and pumping till he was spurting on empty. Wendy cried out and shuddered and shuddered as she lost it in a huge one. John followed a few thrusts later. With a sigh and a deep thrust, he unloaded inside Wendy.
The three untangled themselves. John lay on his side facing Tommy, and Raquel rested against him, her head using his hips as a pillow. Tommy and Wendy took up a similar position facing them. Wendy was fascinated with Tommy's penis, which had shrunk to a little wrinkled sausage. She played with it tenderly, remembering how hard and energetic it had just been. John was exploring Raquel's inner sanctuary in a lazy, tender way.
Raquel got up, poured four glasses of wine from a bottle on the side table, and brought them to the bed. They all sipped and chatted quietly, enjoying the aftermath of the passion. Wendy could feel a slippery liquid seeping out between her legs. She reflected on how wonderful the party had started and how much better real sex in a group was than watching and fantasizing.
Wendy said, "John, I need to use the bathroom. I will be back shortly. Will you wait here for me?"
"Of course, darling," he smiled and added. "Come back when you are ready!" She laughed and left the room.
Three girls and two men burst in a few minutes later, laughing and jostling each other. "Can we use the bed or join you if you haven't finished?" one girl asked. "Sure, get on and join us," John replied with a smile.
Each girl selected a mate and sidled up to him as bodies entwined and hands were everywhere. The scene changed from relaxed, easy caresses to hot passion. John was having trouble getting hard again so soon after the last session. One of the two guys noticed and put his head in his lap, sucking gently on his cock. The girls watched with rapt interest. John froze for a second. This had never happened before. Then he relaxed as he thought to himself Wendy does this to me all the time. I go down on her. She won't mind, so what's the problem? John laid back and started enjoying a new experience.
Wendy walked naked through the large room towards the lady's bathroom, passing groups and couples in all types of contortions. One threesome had a man on all fours, the girl on his back legs wrapped around the guy on top as he fucked vigorously. Her head was bobbing about like a broken rag doll. The whimpers coming from her showed she was in fuck heaven. Wendy passed them and smiled. She could not believe how many different positions were being displayed.
In the bathroom, a girl was sitting on the side where the washbasins were, legs wide open, washing out the fluids that had been pumped into her. She licked her fingers and said, "Yummy, don't you just love that salty taste? I just got too full after a big gangbang. I had eight inside me, one after the other. Some of the greedy buggers came back for seconds and thirds." Wendy asked, "How long did you do it for?" The girl said, "About an hour and a half. I am a bit sore now and need a rest to recover after coming so many times."
Wendy left the bathroom and wandered down a corridor from the large room. She heard sounds from a room; she stopped and looked in through the open door. Nine men were around this one girl who was being fucked from behind by one with another in her mouth, and a few were by her head. She had a cock in each hand, and the others were masturbating around her. The guy in her pussy speeded up and pulled out, rubbing himself furiously. He spurted all over her bottom. Another took his place and speared her without ceremony pushing in and out of her sweet little pussy. He inserted a finger up her bottom, and she wriggled and cried out, "Fuck my arse as well!"
The men pulled out and rolled her over. One climbed underneath. She sat on his cock and lay on his chest. Another pulled her cheeks apart, stretching her anus slightly open. He rubbed semen that had seeped from her pussy around her dark hole to ease his passage and penetrated her slowly. The other guys were in her mouth, between her breasts, anywhere they could get.
Wendy watched the action, fascinated. This was what she had dreamed of in every fantasy. One of the guys with nowhere to fuck noticed her standing by the door and came over and said, "Join us, lovely. We would love to satisfy your desires and fuck you senseless."
Wendy entered the room as if in a dream; her fantasy had finally come true. Three guys remained with the girl. The other six moved over to Wendy. She lay on her back, waiting for it to happen. A man's body leaned over her, his cock hard and erect, probing her face as he bent over her and probed her cunt with his tongue. She grasped that beautiful cock and sucked it to absolute hardness. Hands over her breasts, tongues in ears and around her neck, hands now everywhere. Her body had become one large erogenous zone. The tongue in her pussy was replaced with a very large cock which started slowly and stepped up as the rhythm became one for both.
For the next hour, Wendy felt cocks in all her parts, fluids being pumped and splashed. Each orgasm she experienced lifted her higher and higher until she lapsed into oblivion and was gently laid to rest, covered in semen and a little sore from the multiple entries. One vague recollection towards the end was of two cocks inside her pussy together, stretching her and giving her a final massive orgasm. Wendy drifted on the edge of exhaustion, languishing in the euphoria of her greatest fantasy, a gangbang. She lay there with semen dripping from her pussy, running down the crease between her legs. She fingered her anus softly, rubbing in the slippery cream to ease the soreness. She felt wonderful.
After half an hour, she got up and returned to the room where she had left John. She passed Mistral, Tim, Greg, and Susan on the way, heading upstairs. As they passed her, they smiled at her sticky legs and body, and one said, "You sure have had some fun, huh, Wendy?"
She arrived at the room and stepped inside. John was entwined with another girl, and a guy gently probed him while the girl tried to get him hard again. Wendy watched her man and smiled to herself. "Now he knows what it feels like to be fucked up the arse. Once used to the stretching, it is yummy."
Wendy called him, "Honey, will you shower and sauna with me? I need to clean up a bit?"
"OK, babe, let's get showered and find where Tim and Mistral are," John replied. "They did promise us a special time together, but I haven't seen them tonight."
Mistral took John to one side the next day at work and said, "I know you both enjoyed your first swinging party; sorry we never got together. Would you both like to join Susan, Greg, Tim, and me the weekend after next at our place for just a casual dinner and some fun?"
"Sure, we would not miss it!" John quickly replied. Mistral said, "Greg told me he saw Wendy walking past him in stockings and suspenders. He said she has a fabulous body, her cunt dripping down her legs, and he wants to fuck her after dinner. You can have Susan and me together if you fancy. It will be a hot night!" With a wide grin, John quickly shot back, "How about six all together in the sauna then?"
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By Spoomonkey
I don't remember - in detail - just what it was that was said between myself and Marilyn that convinced her to swing. I know that I didn't discover the hidden key to the floodgate. But now, as I sit here thinking of her, picturing the passion on her face as she jerks another man's cock, I am flooded with excitement about the next time. But this is a story about our first time.
Most people are sexual caterpillars, humping through life, eating off the same leaf, and waiting to be taken as lunch by whatever bird it is that finds us delectable. Some of us evolve. I've had the pleasure of watching Mari become a truly stunning sexual creature - a truly amazing phoenix on fire. I recall the long and sometimes frustrating 'raccoon stage' from the first talk to the first play. I remember waiting like a child for Christmas - eager and smiling, hopeful and naive. And I remember watching Mari emerge.
It was a Friday night - our second at a club. I am not sure how many expectations either of us had - we'd promised ourselves not to 'expect.' We arrived early - when the TVs had not yet flipped over to porn movies and still played the Discovery Channel. Pretzel baskets not yet out, Mari and I found a place at the liquor-less bar. Our first time at a club, we went with a couple that we were friends with. They'd monopolized us that night, and we wanted to branch out - to meet new friends - to try new things. Nothing against them, we thought the world of those two, but we were ready to fly solo. So we waited. Unsure of how to talk to anyone - unsure of what to do next. I think we clung to that bar for an hour, Mari in her brown mini and sheer black top, me in a stew of nervousness that I hadn't felt since junior high. Eyes were on Mari - I could feel that. Not at all unexpected with her long legs riding a lucky barstool, gorgeous and generous breasts threatening to pour from her low top, bright green eyes dancing between a perfect smile and brown/red hair that could melt any man. I remember watching people watching us, watching them stare shamelessly at her.
The club filled quickly that night - couples made their way to familiar cliques as a flood of single men made helpless attempts to get in on the play. I didn't know what we were looking for, but I was hopeful that we'd find it - so I took Mari by the hand and decided to explore. The barstools were doing nothing but putting our backs to the crowd. I wasn't surprised when a clumsily discreet gaggle of singles followed my Mari like puppies as we slowly made our way from room to room. Eventually, we found ourselves on the 'party floor' with a half dozen single men who tried so very hard to look casual but were obviously hoping that their choice of clothes or hairstyle had been the perfect one - and that Mari would snatch them up before they knew what hit them. Feeling a bit ornery, I leaned back against the wall, my beer in one hand, and whispered to Mari, "I want you to go down on me." I think the request shocked her a bit.
"Right. Right now? Right here?" I could tell that she was feeling like a bad girl - she had the look, the walk. I knew she wanted to play - and I could think of no better way than to tease a crowd of men.
"Yes," I said, smiling. "Right here and right now." I reached down to unzip myself as she dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock had been hard all day, knowing that tonight we'd be here - chasing the 'unexpected' - and it was obvious that Mari shared my excitement as she took me all the way down with one eager move. Her tongue danced on my shaft as her head bobbed happily. Her expert hands worked on what little cock she couldn't take in, and twelve eyes on six single men ate every movement. I was - for a short time - king of the 'party floor' as the most incredible woman in the club sucked my cock in front of a half dozen. I realized that as incredible as this was - this spotlight on my wife's giftedness - it was just the first step, a cracking of the egg, so to speak - the cocoon was just starting to open. Mari gobbled me with abandon, surprisingly unashamed, wonderfully aware of nothing but her husband's eager erection and approaching release. I sipped my beer and grinned as hungry eyes locked on the back of Mari's head. I could have watched that scene all night long, but it was far too early to 'cash in my chips.' Besides - I got to take this beauty home - so I helped her to her feet as she wiped the corners of her mouth. I think I saw a blush then, but it could have been desire. Either way, it didn't slow her down. I was ready to head downstairs and leave this group to their own devices, but a conversation about something - I don't remember what - kept me in place.
Mari was approached by a single guy, and I remember thinking that it would be good for her to flirt. So - I turned my attention to whatever meaningless banter I was sharing - and left Mari to her fun. I don't know how long I talked - but I remember turning to look at Mari and the one guy with balls enough to approach her. And was surprised to see them kissing deeply, his hand enjoying her perfect breast. I processed a momentary jealousy. Who wouldn't be jealous of a woman as beautiful as Marilyn? What man in his right mind would offer such a perfect woman to the wiles of desperate single men? The kind of man who is so secure in his soulmate's love that he knows that no one will ever touch her heart just by groping her boob. And with that, I was over it. And my wicked smile returned.
"Do I need to go get supplies?" I asked as I walked up behind Mari.
"Hmmm?" She asked, somewhat dreamily, obviously ready to try her first threesome.
"Supplies. Condoms." I said, trying not to kill the moment.
"They're downstairs." Mari looked at her new friend, David, who was obviously willing. She smiled and nodded.
"Okay," I said. "But here are the rules while I'm gone." I have an alpha male personality when it comes to swinging - provider, protector, top dog. "Just talk. No hands - no kissing - while I'm gone." Then I looked at David. "Break a rule, I break an arm." I think he knew I meant it.
His nervous, stuttering, "Sure," gave me the assurance I needed to head downstairs. I didn't remember the walk to the locker room being so long, but the anticipation seemed to stretch the halls and stairways. But soon, I was back with an overly optimistic fist full of condoms and a hard-on that made it hard to walk. David and Marilyn were talking innocently, leaning against the wall - but seeing me was all it took for talk to end. Mari took David's hand and led him to a private room; I pushed the door closed as we entered, waving at the five guys who looked disappointed that we weren't going to put on a show.
David wasted little time pulling Mari's breasts free and sucking on her long nipples. His style was rough, but Mari seemed to love the feel of this stranger's tongue and gently nipping teeth. I knelt behind her, pushing her skirt around her hips, and flicked her ass with my tongue. I slipped two fingers in her dripping pussy and felt her body jerk at the anticipated intrusion. Her hips rocked against my fingers and tongue as David pulled off Mari's top and bra, spilling her breasts into his hands and waiting mouth. Mari rubbed David's cock through his slacks, eager to find out just what she'd gotten herself into. Our collective passions blurred the room as hands un-hooked, unzipped, un-buckled, and soon the only clothes left were Mari's black garter and stockings. David had taken to his knees, taking his rough style of play to Mari's tender box as Mari resumed the head we'd started in the common area - her passion making her suck even harder, with more abandon. I thrust into her mouth gently, knowing that in her current state, she couldn't focus enough to keep me from going too deep. I watched her perfect tits roll as her body rocked on David's aggressive tongue. I switched places with David, letting him enjoy Mari's mouth for the first time. Mari gave a perfect, eager head, and I knew David was in for a treat - but I wanted my time with my wife's perfect pussy. Her long lips and deep folds are the perfect play place for big boys, and my tongue traced her outer lips through the gentle maze that leads to her dripping entrance and tingling clit. I slipped my fingers inside of Mari, curling them gently to find that magical-mythical spot that always seems to make a good orgasm a screaming one, and my tongue flicked gently at her oh-so-ready clit. I looked up to see David fucking Mari's mouth - and Mari thrusting back hungrily. I heard her cock-filtered moans as I brought her to the brink of orgasm. I quickened my tongue and my inner stroking, and Mari's mouth popped off of David's shaft. Her fist pumped him purposefully, but her eyes and attention were now focused on my face, pressed against her pussy. Her hips bucked with the beginnings of her orgasm, and her moans turned to screams as she came against my tongue. Mari fucked my fingers powerfully, her pussy sucking and pulling them deeper inside, and she threw her head back into the pillow and let out a long "YES!" as a wave overcame her.
David knelt beside her, a stunned look on his face. "That was hot." Mari laughed at his grasp of the obvious as she pulled her knees together and her legs up - but we weren't going to let her off that easily. "Be gentle," I said as David went back down, and I brought my throbbing cock to Mari's mouth. I've always loved the way that Mari says thanks for a job well done - and tonight was no exception. David's tongue brought Mari over the edge two more quick times as she sucked my cock. Her body shivered weakly as the first orgasm had taken so much out of her. She moaned around my width but never let me go until her desperation got the best of her.
"Fuck me." She said, her voice breathy, "Fuck me, please." I took her first, as David's cock hung in Mari's face, rubbing against her cheek as she thrust her body back against me. I pushed her legs to her chest as I buried my cock deeply into her. Her heat was tremendous, her body on fire as it lived out a fantasy it was so reluctant to even admit. David watched as I took my wife hard, thrusting deeply and angling my body to hit her just right. Mari gritted her teeth as she let out a strained moan, her fourth orgasm coming as a surprise - short but powerful. I pulled out quickly, knowing that there was one other thing that Mari wanted to try before we'd be able to call this a night. I lay against the wall as Mari got to her knees. She sucked hard as David pushed into her for the first time. It was her first 'extra' cock, and she seemed to shake from head to toe. "Is he in?" I asked, wanting her to process the reality of this moment. "Mmmm-Hmmm," she groaned as he pounded her. David fucked my beautiful wife hard from behind, thrusting deeply and quickly, racing towards an orgasm that had such a gorgeous build-up. And he reached that place far too quickly.
"Where do you want him to cum?" I asked, stroking Mari's hair. "I want to see it," she said, her tongue flicking the head of my cock. "I want him to cum all over me." David responded to her wishes, pulling out and removing his spent condom. Mari rolled over on her back, pushing her breasts together and urging him to cover them. He had no problem doing so. David's excitement was apparent as jet after jet of his hot load landed on Mari's perfect tits.
"Oh, god, yes," she cooed as he came. David let out one last grunt as his body jerked, and one last long stream of cum dripped onto my wife. I kissed Mari - realizing that I had seen her emerge. My perfect butterfly, covered with another man's seed. David collapsed at the end of the bed as Mari and I wrapped our hearts tightly around each other. We basked in the afterglow of an incredible fantasy, unaware that, for us, the night was young. We dressed, David and Mari kissed one last time, and then we left the room for the next adventuresome group.
We fully expected to leave soon thereafter. Instead, almost unbelievingly, the stars aligned, and we had another encounter.
Mari went to the bar, still sexily disheveled, and started talking to a single woman that we had met earlier, helping her fend off a torrent of attention, gladly taking on some for herself. Knowing she was having fun, I left her alone while I went to the restroom.
I normally don't strike up conversations at the urinal, but all rules have exceptions.
"I'm not gay," I said to the guy spilling beer one stall over, "but that is a really nice shirt."
I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it. Dark blue flames on white silk. Sharp as a switchblade.
"Thanks," He said. "My wife bought it. I don't remember where."
"Well - it's a great-looking shirt."
The conversation eroded as our bathroom purposes came to an end, and we awkwardly took turns with the soap dispenser. He left before my paws were dry, and as I wiped the last of the evidence on my jeans, I walked out to put what I thought would be the final hit on my wife.I was quite wrong.
Mr Nice Shirt was in the hallway with a gorgeous blond - tall and thin, with stunning blue eyes and long legs on high heels.
"Hey, hon." he said, "where did you get this shirt? This guy likes it."
She told me - but hell if I remember. I was captivated by her. Where she bought the shirt went in one ear and out the other, but her, I was drinking in till I reached the bottom of the glass. It was a nice shirt - but she was significantly nicer. I watched her lips as she talked and wondered what they tasted like; I watched her chest when she paused - also wondering what it tasted like. Soon the shirt was forgotten.
But - I found out later - they thought I was a single, which wasn't their thing - and they excused themselves. I made my dejected way back to Mari - still with her single friend - still at the center of a crowd. I walked to the center and kissed her hard, because I could, and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to go?" She nodded and told me she needed to check her hair before she did. I wasn't the only one who watched her walk to the restroom - perfect hips massaging the inside of her brown suede skirt. I sat at the bar, watching what passed for porn on the satellite feed, and waited...And waited...And realized I wasn't enjoying the porn enough to not be worried about my wife...I wandered through the club, weaving my way between connections being made and broken - singles getting lucky or rejected - women being fondled or ignored... The witching hour had arrived, and folks were grouping off with the hopes that productive conversations weren't about to produce wilted results. And in the bathroom door, Mari had become the target of Mr Cool-Shirt and his incredible wife. They stood in a tight but respectful group, chittering like old friends... I watch Mari laugh at some witty thing and then look up to see me walking her way.
"That's my husband," she said, maybe a bit too proudly, and the blond woman whom I'd already memorized turned and smiled - wickedly surprised if that is a workable combination. A three-way conversation in the door of the women's room became a spirited four-way as we realized that - not only was I, not a single guy, we all had much more than that in common; two pairs of soulmates on different planes of experience. Best friends who do everything together - who were about to drift upstairs...
They had been to many clubs and had much background in the lifestyle, and as we made our way upstairs, they shared themselves in a way that makes the lifestyle so much more than sex. We drifted from room to room, listening to them talk about their "hobby" and how they survived within it. For a moment, the idea of "playing" with our new friends disappeared as these gorgeous people became so incredibly fascinating. It seemed like every line of conversation revealed more in common, more useful advice, more to like...And then she closed the door...
"I like you guys," Kim - this gorgeous blond said, her voice going from friendly to lusty. "Let's play."
Mari and I snapped back to reality quickly. We were in a swing club, and we were not going home anytime soon... I didn't need to look at Mari to know that she was okay with this. I'd watched her as she watched Joe's lips move when he talked. I had seen her smile when he touched her shoulder. And I had absolutely nothing to think about as Kim lay on the bed, smiling and lifting her legs to show a shaved and pantiless play area.
"What do you say?" She asked, staring at me hypnotically.
Nothing... There was nothing I could say. I was hers - but better yet, she was about to be mine. Joe sat on a chair in the corner of the room - thinking, I suppose, that he might watch for a while. But Mari was having none of that, straddling his lap and wrapping her tongue around his. Kim lay on her back, and I ran my hands down her legs, lifting her feet and helping her with the boots that she wasn't going to be needing for a while. Her long thin legs were, on their own, plenty to enjoy - but when the boots were shed, my hands wandered higher as I slid onto the bed with her, kissing her gently at first - enjoying her soft but expert tongue. Her hands made short work of my belt as mine found her small, tight breasts. She seemed eager to catch up with Mari, who had quickly moved to a kneel in front of Joe and was blowing him madly - her head bobbing furiously.
I didn't object and let her push me over to my back. My eyes caught Joe's, and he smiled widely, dazed but certainly feeling every stroke of Mari's expert tongue. Mari worked his shaft with one tight fist and had pushed the blue flamed shirt up to his strong chest. She was moaning around him - and he encouraged her. The sounds were nearly as hot as the visual of my beautiful wife gobbling our new friend with such abandon. I could have lost myself watching the two of them, just experiencing the pleasure my wife was giving another man, but I was soon pulled expertly out of the moment as bright blue eyes looked up at me past short blond hair, and a wet tongue flicked between a wicked grin and eagerly tasted the tip of my cock...I looked down at Kim as she rolled her tongue around the head of my cock, seeming to savor the taste. Her eyes locked on mine, and her smile never failed......until she took me into her mouth, slowly swallowing half of me and then pulling me out just as deliberately. I groaned, body twitching and cock responding to her attentions.
"You like that?" she asked, a trail of my excitement still leading to her lips.I just swallowed and grinned - and she correctly took that as a "yes". Her eyes finally left mine as she took me again, this time with abandon. Her tongue danced around my cock as her lips tightly massaged my shaft. Her hands jerked me and my hips rocked slightly, finding her manic rhythm. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her expertise, my fingers twisting in her short hair. I could feel her taking me deeper until it seemed the head of my cock was so deep in her that I could almost feel it with the hand that was on the back of her head. Her warmth was complimented by a perfect wetness. She stroked me with one hand as her other hand massaged my balls - coaxing my cum from them - eager for a taste of her good work. I heard a squeal and looked up just in time to see a naked Mari tossed onto the bed beside us. Joe was naked as well - his tall, thin frame sporting a desperate erection. He dropped to the bed between Mari's legs and began to kiss her breasts, one after another, commenting loudly on her large, long nipples. Kim was looking over, obviously admiring them herself. She looked up at me, her lips still around my excitement, her face flushed. I smiled at her and nodded - unable to ask her if she wanted what Mari was about to be getting... Somehow she read me and nodded back - letting me go with a gentle pop - and climbed up on the bed, shedding what little clothing she still had on. I pulled off my shirt and settled between her legs.
The wives were now on the bed, lying side by side, with two enthusiastic husbands now heading south hungrily. Kim's pussy was perfectly shaved with small lips and a perfect clit. I licked gently at first, tasting her fully... This was the first pussy I'd tasted since my marriage, and I was going to enjoy it fully. I slipped my hands beneath her ass to lift her slightly, angling her just right... And sunk my tongue deeply into her, tasting her as she tightened around the intrusion. She whimpered slightly and bucked - and I lost myself... My fingers swam in and out of her as my tongue found every unique spot that seemed to make her jerk with electricity. Her eyes were clamped shut as I ate her, and her hands gripped my head harder and more desperately, soon governing my attentions to just her clit as she climbed higher... Closer to the edge of orgasm. I heard Mari scream as she came, thrashing her hips forcefully against Joe's face, forcing him to hang on... Kim heard her, too, and seemed to catch Mari's orgasm just as Mari was coming down... One loud "OHH!" was all she moaned as her body spasmed beneath my feasting tongue. She jerked hard, holding my face tightly to her and riding her orgasm out against my tongue. I held her thighs as she began to land. She slid her hands to my cheeks and pulled herself to me. "My god," was all she said before she kissed me and pulled me back to the bed.
Joe was on top of Mari, thrusting his fingers into her roughly, and Kim held me as we watched Mari cum again. Mari's vocal aerobics shook the walls again as she came a second time, right on top of her first one. She seemed to cum for minutes before she finally stopped thrusting her hips against Joe's aggressive hand.
"Wow," Kim said, looking at me. "Is she always this loud?"
"I'd like to think so," I replied, smiling.
"I have no doubt, then."
Kim grinned as she kissed me, pushing me to my knees. She crawled in front of me and took me in her mouth again, egging me on to thrust. I did so - watching as Mari laid Joe on the bed and then knelt between his legs again. I grabbed Kim's perfect ass with both hands and pushed forward gently, barely containing my arousal as Mari began to stroke Joe's thick cock.I heard Kim sucking me wetly, accepting my thrusts as Joe moaned with approval as Mari gave him a masterful hand job, puckering her lips around the head of his cock as she stroked him. My head swam for ten minutes, watching my wife and feeling Joe's. I was near the edge when Joe screamed out his arrival. Kim flipped around quickly, eager to watch her husband's pleasure, and slid a hand down to cup his balls just as he erupted. His first shot a foot into the air. Mari moaned, "YESSS!" as he came - excited at the sight of his orgasm. His hips thrust slightly as the rest of his orgasm ran down his cock and over Mari's still-pumping fist.
He lay there - satisfied - and Kim turned, grinning, back to me. The only difference is that this time - so did Mari. I had four lustful eyes looking at me hungrily, and I knew that one of my favorite fantasies was going to come true. I was pushed back into the pillow and watched as a blond and brunette devoured my cock - neither of them losing steam. One would suck my balls while the other pistoned on my hot shaft - then they'd switch - dancing their tongues up either side of me as they went... "This is a vision you'll never forget," Joe chattered - coming back to his senses. I quietly agreed with him, watching as they pleasured me - unable to drink it in enough. Just the sight was enough to make me cum... The sensation of two talented tongues, two eager mouths, brought me closer to the edge than I ever thought possible... Joe seemed to agree, now standing at the side of the bed stroking a resurrected erection. But - I was the first to see them kiss...And it was almost too much... Kim and Mari's tongues soon discovered each other and left my cock to pursue each other. I was remarkably okay with that. Kim and Mari's passionate lip lock was more than Joe could handle.
"Oh my god," he said to Mari. "I had no idea you were into that."
"I wasn't," Mari said truthfully - and then quickly returned to what she swears was one of the best kissers she'd ever known. I joined Joe in the perverse ritual, not caring if they ever touched me again - as long as they didn't stop touching each other. Their hands fondled each other, their tongues twisted together... And the room seemed to heat up by twenty degrees.
I'd never thought I'd see my wife so wild for another woman, but there they were, wrapped together, making out like high school kids. The scene proved to be too much, and Joe yelled out Mari's name. Mari moved over beneath him, her tongue out and eager, just as Joe came again. If it is possible, his second orgasm seemed larger than his first, streaming into Mari's open mouth in jet after jet. And that was enough for me... I knelt over Kim and let go of her waiting tongue. She excitedly swallowed what she caught - what she didn't streamed down her cheeks as I jerked out the last of my orgasm and collapsed beside her...I remember Joe leaving and coming back with a glass of pop for all of us to share, but for the life of me, I don't remember much else. We all lay together for a while - talking again like old friends and laughing. The biggest difference this time was being able to watch breasts jiggle with every well-told joke or story.
We exchanged e-mails, hugs, and kisses... But I wasn't offered the shirt...When we finally left - the club owner was cleaning up, barely beating the sun, which would be showing itself soon. One of the staff smiled at us and said somewhat meekly, "You guys sounded great." I suppose she's right - a perfect encounter inspires some wonderful loudness. The night was a surprise from the start - we'd done more than we'd ever expected and made friends on top of it. And it was one of those friendships that inspired me to surprise Mari with one last step in her now complete emergence.
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