Swinger First Time
Erotic stories where first swinging experiences are the main theme of the story.
Dan says my angelic face surrounded by golden blond hair caught his fancy. Six months later we were deeply in love. I eagerly gave him my virginity. We explored our sexuality, learning to bring each other total pleasure. We married four years ago, the summer I graduated from High School and he got his Math Degree. Our marriage is wonderful. I love him so much. He has a great position here in Los Angeles, and I'm working on my Degree in education. It's Friday evening, and for the first time in weeks, we are planning a quiet weekend at home. We snuggle together. The eight o'clock movie is about to begin when the doorbell rings. Grumbling, Dan opens the door. There is his best friend, with a beautiful girl and a huge ice chest.
Bob introduces Darlene as his wife. They'd met several months ago, and married Wednesday in Las Vegas. Why didn't you tell us when you called? Just called to make sure you'd be home. Wanted to tell you in person. We brought our wedding reception, they laughed, as they removed two giant bottles of champagne and all sorts of hors-d'oeuvre. Dan mixed Rum & Cokes. Within two hours we felt we had known Darlene for years, she is that outgoing, friendly, and fun to be with. It's easy to see why Bob fell for her. She's about 5'-6" 38D X 26 X 36, a stunningly beautiful redhead. Bob is handsome, muscular, 6' 180 lbs., a real hunk.
By midnight the second magnum of champagne is nearly empty, and so is the bottle of rum. All four of us are relaxed, happy, and more than just a little drunk. They are sitting on the couch, Dan and me on the love seat. Dan's left arm is behind my neck, and that hand is caressing my breasts. His right-hand works it's way under the elastic waist of my pants. I slide my hand into his pants and squeeze his hard cock. We kiss fervently, yet I keep an eye on our guests. Her back is to us, her legs across his lap, his hand is under her skirt. They're kissing deeply. He slowly removes her panties and holds them up like a trophy. She seems to have forgotten us. He unbuttons her blouse and pushes her bra up, massaging her breast. His eyes meet ours, he winks, and moves his hand exposing most of a tit. Dan is slowly working my T-shirt up, he's trying, again, to show Bob my tits, I pull it down.
Several times Dan has tried to get me to let Bob see my tits and pussy. It started the night a few years ago when Bob brought Sharon over and exposed her tits. Several times he bared Jill's tits, and one night, he managed to reveal Jan's tits and pussy. When they went to the guest room, we enjoyed listening to them have sex, and we had really great sex ourselves, knowing they were fucking just feet away in the next room. Dan and Bob want to have sex in the same room. He says he wants Bob to see how lucky he is to have such a beautiful wife and he wants to undress me and screw me in front of him. I just could not do that.
We kiss passionately. I spread my legs giving full access to my pussy, under my pants. He slips a finger into me and presses my G-spot while massaging my clit with his thumb. He's almost exposed my tits again. To stop him from pulling my shirt up I slide to the floor and kneel between his legs. I fondle his cock, watching Bob's hand slowly moving under her skirt. She moans, I know he's found her clit. This is making me very horny. I pull his pants down a little and kiss his cock. He whispers, 'They'll see.' I glance at them. Darlene's arm is around his neck holding his mouth to hers. Her other hand is between them, probably holding his cock. His hand, under her skirt, is in her pussy. Her blouse is unbuttoned as is his shirt, her tits press against his chest. 'They won't,' I whisper, 'They're too busy.'
I kiss and lick, then suck his throbbing member while we watch them fondle each other. Suddenly, Darlene turns toward us, inadvertently briefly showing us her tits, and getting a glance of my husband's hard-on. She seems surprised, then smiles in what we take to be approval.
Dan joins me on the carpeted floor. We kiss lustfully. He finger fucks me and kisses closer and closer to my snatch until I let him push my pants down and lick my pussy. I hold my pants to the top of his head covering myself as best I can. A nervous glance toward them tells me they're too busy to care what we do. Too aroused to care that they might see I let go of my pants and move into a sixty-nine and pull his pants down so I can suck his cock. At first, I keep his butt covered as best I can. I tell myself. They can't really see anything. I tell myself they are not looking, I tell myself it's all right, they're married. Losing myself in pleasure, I push his pants down so he can straddle my head, and spread my legs wide so he can lick deeper. But, I cannot completely forget them. I push him off, whispering, let's go to the bedroom.
Starting to get up, I glance at them. What a surprise. They are STARK NAKED! Sitting there fondling each other watching us intently, they make no move to cover themselves. I lay there staring, amazed, immobile. They're not entirely nude; her skirt's like a belt, her bra's a necklace, her blouse hangs from an arm. His pants and undershorts are around his ankles, his shirt's on his shoulders.
Darlene is gorgeous, her large breasts stand out firm, their areola a light pink, the nipples a half inch in diameter and standing out a half inch. Her vagina is surrounded by silky, copper-colored curls. Bob's cock stands straight out above huge balls. It is the second hard cock I've ever seen, and it's fascinating. It looks gigantic. Darlene's hand covers less than half of it. I glance at Dan, he's staring at them seemingly unaware his exposed hard-on is pointing straight at them.
Suddenly, I realize my pants are down at my feet. They're looking straight into my pussy! I am nearly as naked as they are! In a panic, I grab for my pants and start trying to pull them on, but they come up only one leg, so I have to take them off again. I try again, this time both feet go into one pant leg, so I take them off again. I hear them laughing. I start laughing. I stop trying. Why cover up? It's too late. Bob has been trying to get a peek at my pussy for years, so, let him have a good look. Dan's looking from them to me, seemingly waiting for me to make the next move. I consider making a run for the bedroom. Then, I think, Why? Dan wants me to let Bob watch us fuck, so why not. Bob's looking at my pussy, he may as well see my tits. Before I can chicken out, I quickly pull off my shirt and fling it and my pants across the room. I stand and playfully remove Dan's shirt and then his pants. Yes, I am going to fuck him, right here and I hope they watch every move. The Four of us gaze at each other. Being nude, seeing them nude, is incredibly erotic. I embrace my husband and kiss him wantonly. Pulling Dan to the floor I display our assets, and soon, Dan also is playing to the audience. We place ourselves in various poses, like those in the porn videos, trying to look natural. Then, I lay on my back my feet near theirs, I spread my legs giving them full view of my nearly bald blond pussy, then I slowly lift my knees until they touch my shoulders. They stare straight into my wide-open hole. Dan crawls on me and spreads his legs wide so they can see my pussy and his shaft as he slowly pushes all eight inches all the way in, then slowly pulls out. In, then out. Can they see? Yes. Good. Are they watching? Yes. Good. Being nude, having sex, performing for an appreciative audience is an incredible turn-on. We fuck until we reach an earth-shattering climax. Dan rolls off and holds me tight. We look up.
They're fucking on the couch, now performing for us. Darlene is on her back, her legs pointed at the ceiling. Bob is on top of her, his butt moving up and down and side to side. Unfortunately, we do not have as good a view as we had given them, but it doesn't matter. I never knew how erotic watching would be. Much more so than the best video. They moved slowly at first then faster until Darlene screams while she climaxes. Every muscle in his body goes rigid. His butt quivers, as he shoots his cum into her. They lay still. They grin at us. We laugh with them. We know everything is all right. We had ALL enjoyed it. We sat nude, drinking, eating snacks, enjoying a newfound closeness. Then, we went to our king-size bed where we watched them, and they watched us, fuck and suck until falling asleep. I was particularly interested in Darlene's expertise at deep throat, she took Bob's long cock completely down her throat and held it a long time while swallowing over and over. I will never forget sucking Dan's cock while watching, not a foot from my eyes, Bob's cock sliding slowly in and out of Darlene's clinging vagina.
I awake at 9:45. Dan, Bob, and Darlene sound asleep beside me. I wander into the bathroom, then the kitchen, to put on the coffee, thinking about last night. Was I comfortable with another man seeing me nude? Though we were deeply in love, it was many months before my modesty had allowed me to let Dan see me naked. My doctors are the only other humans who had ever seen my privates. Yet, last night, I had exhibited my most private and personal parts for Bob's examination. He had obviously enjoyed examining me, and I enjoyed his enjoyment. Why did I do it? Wasn't sex very private? Was Dan comfortable with what had happened? What would Darlene think of us? Would she regret it? I assume Bob's glad it finally happened.
How do I feel about Bob? I've masturbated thinking about doing it with him. I told myself that I just wanted to think about it, not do it, and anyway I know that Dan would never allow it. Last night I had looked at him, and, despite myself, I wondered how his tongue would feel in my mouth, how his body, his beautiful big cock, would feel in my hand and in my mouth. How would his hands and mouth feel on my tits and pussy? My pussy began to tingle at the thought of him fucking me, that beautiful cock filling me. Did I really want to have sex with him? What about Dan? How could I ask him? I know he'd say no. And what about Darlene? How do I feel about the way Dan looked at Darlene? Does he think she is better looking than me? Does Dan think her bigger tits are more beautiful than mine? He says he doesn't want other women but don't all men? Could I let him have her? Oh well, it's over, it was fun, I really enjoyed it, but now it's over. I'd better put something on, can't be nude when they wake up.
Too late, Darlene comes into the kitchen. She is nude. "Morning," she chirps. Soon we are chattering like old friends. Obviously, Darlene is comfortable with last night, and being naked, so I guess I am. Dan comes into the Kitchen wearing only shorts. I can tell from the look on his face that any doubts he may have had about what happened last night evaporated upon seeing us, standing there nude. I fix a large breakfast., we lounged around, visiting, reading the paper, watching TV. The discussion turns to what happened last night. We agreed we had all really enjoyed both watching and being watched.
Dan takes me in his arms. We put on a long show for them, doing every sex act we know. They move around, watching every detail close up. Then they put on a show for use. We move in for really close views, being careful not to touch them.
End of part one. In Part Two we go much further.
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Then there is the other couple Rob and Debbie. Rob is 35 years old and is 5 feet 5 inches tall. He weighs 125 and has long blonde hair. Debbie is 33 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs 135 with short brown hair. She has 36d tits and very nice look body.
We have been friends all our lives, and I knew that Rob and Debbie have never thought about having sex with anyone else before. They would come over almost every weekend, and we would watch movies together or play card games.
One Friday night we had company over for dinner. Everything was going as usual after dinner we started to talk and watch a movie. Since the four of us didn’t have any kids, we could stay up as long as we wanted. We often talked about adult movies and all but never did think about doing any of that sort of stuff. After about an hour into the movie, Tina (my wife) got tired of watching the movie and wanted to know if we would like to play some cards. So we played regular poker with a limit of $10.00 per player. It didn’t take long for Debbie to lose all of her $10.00 bucks. She wanted to get back into the game, but Rob said that the only way to get back in was if we changed the game. I think it was Tina that suggested we end this little game and play a little strip poker. Rob looked at me, and I said, "Fine with me." We decided that the one with the worst hand lost and had to take off something.
Well I lost the first hand, and there went my shoes; then Rob lost the next hand, and he lost his shoes. I lost the next two hands, and there went my shirt and pants. So I was down to my underwear, and the ladies haven’t lost anything yet. Finally, Tina lost a hand and took off her shoes. Debbie lost the next two hands and lost her shoes and her shirt. That left Debbie with only her bra and panties on. Tina lost the next hand took off her pants. Rob lost the next hand and then the two hands after that, which left him with just his underwear on.
Now that we were all down to our underwear I said, "Does anyone want to stop?" Everyone agreed that they wanted to keep on playing and the game is getting interesting now. So we decided that when someone had nothing else on that they had to do what the highest hand asked for two minutes, and they have to do it facing the rest of the group if at all possible.
The next hand was handed out, and Tina came up on the losing end. As soon as she knew she lost, Tina said "OH SHIT!" and now she had to make a choice of taking off her bra or her panties. Rob was enjoying this a lot because he knew that no one had ever gone this far playing strip poker and he was wanting to see Tina’s tits. Tina said, "Y'all aren’t going to see my pussy yet" and decided to take off her bra. As she stood up her face turned a bright red as she unhooked her bra and let it land on the floor. Rob was enjoying this very much. I was surprised because since we were sitting at the table, I thought she would take off her panties. Rob said, "Hey, you have very nice tits with small nipples." Tina sat down and tried to cover them a little. She took a deep breath and said, "Thanks, now deal."
After we all cooled down, I lost the next hand, and I had to take off my last piece, my underwear. Debbie smiled and said, "Well now we get another show, don’t we? Come on, we all get to see now." I looked down and said "damn." I stood up and took them off and let everyone see. Well, there I was the first one completely bare and with almost a hard-on too. Debbie lost the next hand, and now she was faced with the question of what she will take off. I said, "Well, now looks like another show is coming up what do we get to see your pussy or your tits?" Debbie looked at me and said, "Yep, I guess so, and looks like it is my turn." After she thought for a while and said: "Don’t go thinking that you will see my pussy yet because since Tina took off her bra, I will do the same." So I was enjoying this now. I could tell that she never did anything like this before because her face was getting red too. I must say that Debbie has some very fine tits. Anyway, Rob lost the next hand, and now he was completely bare, but he has been looking at Tina and has a real boner. The next hand I lost, and Debbie had the highest hand. So she wanted me to give her back rub for 5 minutes.
The next hand was lost by Tina, and she had to remove her panties. Now her face was really red. Rob said, "Now we get to see your pussy" It took her a few minutes to get the nerve to remove them. Tina stood up and took a deep breath and said, "Ok here goes so take a look!" Rob could tell she didn’t do any trimming on her pubic hair and he had a hard-on that wouldn’t slow down. Rob lost the next hand, and I had the highest, so I asked him to give Tina a back rub.
Finally, on the next hand, Debbie lost and had to take off her panties. Like Tina, it took her a while to get the nerve to remove them. Tina said, "Hey now I did it so come on take them off and show us your pussy."
I said, "That’s right, come on and let’s see what you got hid under those panties."
So Debbie said, "Ok, get ready, because here they go." With that, she finally stood up and down came her panties. She said, "I guess now the real fun begins!"
I said, "Now is everyone ready for the next hand?" They all said yep and might as well go for it now! Rob won the next hand, and Tina lost, so Rob said, "I want to feel and play of your tits." So Tina looked at me raised her eyebrows and shook her shoulders and got up and went over there. Debbie said, "Now remember, we get to watch, so you have to face us."
Tina sat on his lap facing everyone so we could all see. Rob started to play with her tits and said, "I been wanting to do this for years and do they ever feel good." Debbie told Rob "Hey, see if you can make those little nipples hard." Debbie was enjoying this show. He played with them till they got hard and Tina's face turned a little red.
Finally, Tina went back and sat down and said, "Ok, let’s deal the next hand." Tina won the next hand, and Debbie lost. So Tina said, "Let’s see how good you are because I want you to lick my pussy for two minutes." Debbie looked at everybody and took a deep breath. She said, "Ok, let’s get this show going." Debbie has never touched another woman, and neither has Tina, so this was something new to both of them. After a few minutes, I could tell both of them enjoyed this.
I finally won a hand, and Debbie lost, so I asked for her to titfuck me. She has some very fine tits, and I almost came on them.
Debbie won the next hand, and Rob lost, so she asked him for a fingerbanging. Debbie wanted to stay at the table so no one could see her pussy. When Tina saw what was going on, she said: "Hey, now you've got to get on the couch so all of us can see." Well, Debbie decided to go ahead and get on the couch. She spread her legs apart so we could all see her pretty pussy. Rob went after that like it was nothing to it. He buried 3 fingers in her very easy and Debbie closed her eyes and was enjoying it too.
The next hand Rob won, and Tina lost, so he wanted to finger her. So now it was her turn to get on the couch. Debbie told Tina "Ok, now you have got to get on the couch." Wow, Tina’s face turned red, and she took a deep breath and got up and went over there. She spread her legs apart and gave all of us an excellent show. After she did that she was comfortable then and went ahead and parted her pussy lips so we could see that too. Rob went over and started to finger her, and he got the same three fingers in her. He worked her pussy until she said, "Go ahead and play with my tits." Rob ended up making her cum. After that Tina wanted to lose every hand.
I won the next hand, and Debbie lost. So I wanted to finger her, so I asked her to let me. She got back up and went over to the couch again. This time she really put on a show. She spread her leg apart and her pussy lips too. Debbie won the next hand, and Tina lost. So Debbie said, "Let’s make it interesting. Now it is your turn to lick my pussy and rub it with your tits too, for two minutes in front of everyone. While you are at it might as well play with my tits too."
Well, Tina had never done anything like this before even though she was on the receiving end a few minutes ago. Debbie got up and went over to the couch and waited for Tina.
Debbie said, "Come on, I am waiting." Tina finally got up and went over to her and got on her knees and went to licking Debbie’s pussy. She was a little reluctant to put her tits on it in front of everyone.
Rob said, "Come on, let’s see you put your tits on that pussy." Tina finally said, "ok" and took her right tit and rubbed Debbie’s pussy with it. After a minute Debbie said, "Come on and play with my tits because that was part of the deal." Tina has never touched another woman’s tits before, and Debbie finally took one of Tina’s hands and put it on her left tit. Then Tina put her other hand on the other tit and started to enjoy it. Now Tina was licking and squeezing both tits at the same time. Well, the two minutes were up, and everyone went back and sat down to get ready for the next hand.
Rob won the next hand, and Tina lost. Before he told what he wanted he asked if Tina swallows? She said that she never had before, but she never played strip poker before neither and that if he wanted her to do it then tonight she would give it a try.
Rob said "Well maybe later. Right now I want to fuck Tina".
Everyone sort of looked around silently because up until then no one had asked for that. Tina just sat and thought a few minutes because she has never had intercourse with anyone but me and we never did it with the lights on. Now she is faced with not only doing it with the lights, on but with someone else in front Debbie and me.
I asked her if she was ready to quit the game and she said, "No we have gone this far, and we might as well go the rest of the way."
She got up and went over to the couch and looked at me and said: "We all wanted to play this game, and we knew someone was going to finally ask for this, so we might as well go through with it." She spread her legs apart and said, "Come on Rob."
When she said that, Rob went over and gave her a good fucking that she enjoyed. Rob said, " I won’t cum inside you, so don’t worry, the game will continue." After a few minutes, Rob stopped and said: "Let’s play another hand."
Well Debbie won, and I lost so she at first said she wanted Rob to fuck her, but Tina said, "He didn’t lose. He doesn't have the right to fuck you unless he lost." So Debbie said, "Ok, then Larry can fuck me.'
Well, I have never fucked or had intercourse with anyone other than Tina. Tina looked at me and said, "Go ahead and fuck her because you lost and you got to stick to the rules of the game." I went over to the couch and Debbie was just lying there with her legs spread apart showing me her beautiful looking pussy waiting for me.
While Tina and Rob sat and watched, I entered Debbie, and I must say that she does know how to tighten her pussy muscles. I almost came inside her but was able to maintain control and stopped and said, "Let’s play another hand."
Tina said, "Let’s make the game interesting by letting the best hand get to tell the two worst hands what to do." We all agreed, and Rob won the next hand. Debbie and Tina lost. Rob said he wanted to fuck Tina and to give Debbie oral sex at the same time. Tina went and got a blanket and laid it out on the floor and said: "Come on Debbie, let’s get this going!" Rob laid down, and Tina climbed on top on his cock and went all the way down right to the balls. Debbie went over and sat on his face, and he went to licking her pussy.
I just sat there looking at Rob fucking and licking the two ladies. Tina said, "Let’s stop before he cums and play another hand." The next hand Tina won and Debbie and I both lost. So Tina said, "I want Larry to lick my pussy and Debbie to suck my tits." Debbie and I looked at each other and got up and went over the blanket and I went to work on her pussy and Debbie went to sucking her tits. We were all starting to enjoy this game!
The next hand I won, and Debbie and Rob lost. So I said, "I want to fuck Debbie’s ass and Rob to fuck her pussy."
Debbie protested and said, "I have never taken it up the ass before!"
Tina spoke up and said, "Neither have I, but we all got to go by the rules that we agreed to."
Rob said, "Do you want to stop the game?" Debbie said, "No, I will do it."
So Debbie got up and told Rob to lay down on the floor. She climbed on top of him and got his cock in all the way. She then turned to me and said, "Ok, go ahead and see if you can get it in my ass." It took a minute to get it in, but it was worth it because she started to enjoy it then.
Tina watched as I entered Debbie ass and said, "Well, Debbie, how do you like having two dicks in you at once?"
Debbie said. "This is really great why don’t you give it a try?" Tina thought for a second and said, "Ok," and they decided to trade places. Rob had to work a little to get in her ass, but he finally got it. Wow, that was something! I asked Tina to let me suck on one of her tits. She leaned over and let me and in the meantime she sucked on one of Debbie’s tits. After a few minutes stopped and Tina began to suck on Rob’s dick. Rob said, "Ok, now see if you can swallow my cum." She laid down and opened her mouth. She grabbed Rob’s cock and put it cock in as far as she could and started to jerk it off. Rob said, "Here it comes!" and he let a load of cum out that filled her mouth. She did swallow most of it, but some got on her tits. Debbie looked at me and said "Larry, a little while ago you almost came when I let you titfuck me. Do you want to finish that job now or what?"
I said, "You bet I do!" So Debbie laid down and pushed her tits together, and every time I came up through her tits, she would lick my dick. That felt so good that I finally started to cum and shot my load all over her tits. Tina came over and said, "Debbie, let me clean you up," and she licked it off of her tits.
We all agreed this was the best time any of us ever had! We plan on trying it again soon and maybe even let another couple join in. When it happens, I will write and tell you about it.
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On this particular Saturday, we were invited to their house for an evening of drinking and eating. We got there early in the afternoon giving us ample time to do some serious beer drinking, not too drunk but a nice buzz. Retrieving the last bottle from the fridge, I asked Bob if he had any more. He said there was a case in the garage, seeing me and his wife got the last bottles we should go and get the the case.
I looked at him like he won his point, so Marie and I made our way to the garage. Once inside I wasted no time putting my arms around her and kissing her deeply. She showed no surprise, she encouraged me to go further by pulling me closer to her. I kissed her again, our lips parted, our tongues searched each others mouths causing my heart to beat faster.
With Marie's back toward the garage window, I could see into the kitchen. There came the surprise of my life, my wife was in an embrace with my best friend. I could see her arms around his neck, his hand cupping my wife's breast. I watched for what seemed like minutes as Bob kept on massaging her. It crossed my mind things could be carried on to bigger and better things if I was reading our positions right. Here I was taking advantage of his wife unbeknownst to him and likewise.
I looked at Marie telling her to look in the kitchen window. She turned to see her husband still holding my wife's breast. Looking back at me she said, "Well?" with a big smile on her face. Hell, she didn't care so why not? I pulled her to me kissing her once again, this time I slid my hand beneath her t-shirt to hold her breast. She responded with a “Mmmmm,” from then on I knew I had a meeting with destiny. I asked Marie if we should go back in, her reply was, "I don't want to but we better." I kissed her one more time then picked up the case of beer to bring in the house.
Once in the kitchen, my wife and Bob stood in front of the sink like they were just having a conversation. I opened the fridge door placing the beer on the shelf and heard Bob ask us into the family room where it was cooler. There they had two couches that faced each other, coffee table between them. Sharon sat with Bob on one while Marie and I made our way to the other. This was nothing unusual, it happened many times in restaurants, so we thought nothing of it. One word led to another, just casual talk at first until the subject turned to sex. It came up about how many times a week we did it. When I said four to five, Bob said, “Get out of here?!”
Sharon said, “That's right Bob, he's an animal in bed!” Marie had to throw in her opinion announcing they weren't that active.
I couldn't resist asking, “Would you like to be?” Everyone nervously laughed at the comment. Bob headed for the kitchen to get some beer, he returned with four more bottles and sat down next to my wife.
The conversation continued on sex. Sharon asked if they kissed much after being married for eight years. Marie jumped in saying not enough, they always have something else on their minds. I had my arm on the back of the couch behind her head. Surprising her, I pulled her to me, kissing her on the mouth. Through all this, I did expect some resistance from across the room but heard none. Continuing my embrace of Marie I could see from the corner of my eye Bob was kissing Sharon.
All this time from our embrace in the garage I didn't feel any jealousy, any rage not even a green eye. The longer this went on, the more we became aroused; my hand was now on Marie's breast that was out of view from my friend and my wife. This went on for twenty minutes, I saw my chance to offer a suggestion that we head for the bedrooms. Bob answered first “It's okay with me." Sharon didn't say anything but followed Bob up their stairs. Marie looked at me with a twinkle in her eye waiting for my move.
With Sharon and Bob out of earshot, I asked if her and Bob talked about this. She said not really, they had casually joked around about it. Two minutes must have passed before we followed our spouses upstairs. Down the hall, I saw one door was closed and pictured my wife in the embrace of my friend. At the moment I had other things to attend to such as my raging hard-on. We wasted no time caressing each other, stripping each other, fondling, feeling, kissing till we were naked on the bed. Passion was beyond control, Marie urged me to enter her then and now. Without hesitation, I kneeled between her legs placing my hard cock against her pussy. She was so wet and ready my entry was easy. My mind raced over the events that led to my present position but was overtaken with lust. My body convulsed seconds after entering Marie. She too joined me in a most delightful orgasm.
Both of us knew this was not the end of the session, still erect I remained deep inside her savoring my conquest. We kissed for what seemed like minutes, each time exciting me to higher plateaus. Again I started moving within her. She began meeting my strokes for a deeper penetration. Marie tensed up moaning she was coming. Her nails dug into my back, her body convulsed in one wave of pleasure after another. It was to soon after my last orgasm for me to have another yet my cock was still rock hard ready for more. I rolled from her for a moment giving her a chance to catch her breath. She rolled with me holding me close to her. Marie spoke for the first time since we got on the bed, “Wow, that was fantastic, I never had such an intense orgasm.”
"I'm glad you liked it. I wondering how it's going in the next room?” I said.
Marie smiled, "I can assure you it's not as good as it is here. Are you sure you never discussed this with Bob?"
"Like I said, we joked about it, why?' I asked.
“Just wondering. How about you and Sharon, ever consider doing this?” Marie asked.
“Oh, we fantasized about it, wondering what it would be like,” I said. “In fact, you and Bob were the fantasy.”
“We were?”
“Yes, you were.”
“How long ago?”
"Oh maybe three or four years ago."
"Well, now that the fantasy has come true how was it?"
Smiling I said, "I'm one behind."
On that note, Marie climbed on top of me positioning my cock for entry. Spreading her legs, she managed to couple us once again. In her own way, she took command of our lovemaking. Ever so slowly she moved up and down on my now rigid cock tightening her pussy on the up stroke and relaxing it on the down stroke. It wasn't long I was ready to explode once again, she knew it and adjusted her rhythm to my timing. It was the most incredible feeling having this woman bring me to orgasm like she did, not only did I have mine but she did too for the third time in a half hour. I held her there on top of me feeling her breasts crushing against my chest, her pelvic area covering mine, her lips kissing me as a reward for her pleasure.
She laid next to me while we embraced running her fingers through my hair and staring into my face.
I said, "You look well satisfied."
"I am for the time being,” Marie replied.
“I take it from Bob's remarks he is not very active in bed?" I asked.
"You got that right, it's always a wham bam thank you mam, and then he's asleep. This has been the most excitement I've had in years. Do you think we can manage to do this again?"
"I'm counting on it Marie, but right now I'm not sure how Sharon will accept it if at all, she's not into multiple orgasms like us."
'Neither is Bob,” Marie said, “so I would bet they will want a return match."
"What if they don't?"
"I'm sure we can find a way to get together every so often."
"That's cheating isn't it?"
"What do you call this?"
"I'm not sure, both of us are doing the same thing, and both of us know about it."
"In that case, I better get all I can get right now."
Again Marie climbed on top of me to repeat her last performance. Never figuring I could rise to the occasion, Marie knew better. In seconds I was hard once more. I could feel her hands guiding my prick into her soft, warm pussy to begin her attack. Two hours had passed, we heard voices coming from the other room as their door opened. There was no sense to panic trying to hide from their eyes, we laid there pretending to be asleep. Sharon and Bob stopped at our open door, we heard Bob comment, "Looky there, they forgot their PJ's."
Sharon's voice was heard to say, "Who needs them?"
"Shall we wake them up?"
"Naw, let um sleep it off, we can wake them the next time." With that statement, down the stairs they went.
Marie said, "I guess we are in for a next time." We made our way to the bathroom to clean up, got dressed and went downstairs to join our spouses.
Marie made her way to the fridge to get out the hamburger for the grill. She handed it to Bob, I followed him outside sheepishly to help with what I could. Neither of us spoke for a minute. Bob said, "You made quite a sight when we came downstairs. I'll have to return the favor next time."
We laughed together, it was then I knew everything was okay. Inside the wives were a bit more relaxed. Marie told Sharon it would work, all they had to do was get us interested in doing it. The two of them were already making plans for our next get together. Sharon asked her and Bob to our house the following weekend. All during the time we were cooking hamburgers they were comparing notes about the men. Evidently, they were both satisfied at the outcome. Around 8:00 o'clock we thanked them for a great afternoon and supper. We kissed them goodbye and drove home.
Neither of us said much about our affair earlier in the day, not until we arrived home. We took turns to shower, by 9:30 we were sitting in our family room reading. Sharon opened up the conversation, "Wanna talk?"
I smiled at her, "Sure, what about?"
Smiling back she said, "You know what about."
"Okay then, any regrets about what we did?"
"No, my concern is what your feeling toward me," Sharon said.
"I'm fine with what happened, how about you?" I asked.
"I gotta say I enjoyed it very much," she admitted.
"So did I."
"Then you won't mind if we continue?" Sharon asked.
Grinning from ear to ear I said, "Not if you don't."
"Good, because I invited them here next Saturday for a return bout."
"Did Marie agree?" I asked.
"She was ecstatic about it, she even said it was an awfully long time to wait."
"Are you serious?" I continued.
"Never more serious."
"How about you, can you wait for a rematch?" I asked.
"Oh, I can probably hold out."
For the next hour, we compared notes as to our lovemaking and agreeing to an open marriage confined to Bob and Marie for the time being.
On an errand for my company, I found myself three blocks from Bob and Marie's. It was 2:00PM Wednesday, so I decided to swing by to say hello. Pulling in the driveway, I saw Marie sweeping off her front steps. Immediately she smiled at the unannounced visit. She came to the car.
"What are you doing here?"
I said, "I was on a company errand, just stopped by to say hello."
"Come on in, want a beer?"
"No, not while I'm working."
Once inside the kitchen, she put her arms around me kissing me deeply.
"I missed you," she said.
"I missed you too."
Again she kissed me deeply getting my cock hard.
"Ohhhhhhh, what is going on here?" while rubbing the front of my pants. "Got time?", she said.
"Sure do, let's get at it."
Holding my hand, we made our way to the bedroom, stripped naked and were fucking in minutes. Marie responded more passionately than our first encounter. She came in seconds with me following.
"God I missed you."
"It's only been 4 days."
"I know, but I still missed you."
We fucked for the best part of 1 1/2 hours deciding I had better get myself back to work. I said nothing on my arrival home still not sure how Sharron would accept the fact. As far as I could see she did not pick up on the infidelity. At the supper table, she asked what I would like for Saturday night dinner. I grinned staring at her. She smiled back, besides a roll in the hay.
I said, "Let's keep it light."
"What time are they coming?"
"Not until 6:00 so what do you say to eating late?"
"Sure, that's fine with me."
The wheels were turning in my wife's head, she must be figuring we have our fun first. Things started coming together for me, our last affair was just too easy, I had to believe my wife and Marie were in on it. Of course I had no difficulty with it; in fact, it went beyond my wildest dreams. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced.
Saturday night came, my enthusiasm was running high until a car pulled into our driveway I didn't recognize. Somehow they looked a little familiar to me, but I couldn't place them right off. Sharon came out of the house to meet them saying she was glad they could make it. As I approached Sharon turned to me and said, "You remember Ann and Fred, they are Bob and Marie's neighbors."
"I thought you guys looked familiar. Of course I know you, come on in." At the same time, Bob and Marie pulled in behind them.
Finding their way into the house, I got busy making drinks for our guests while at the same time developing an attitude at Sharon for ruining our party later. To make matters worse, Marie never looked so beautiful, so sexy.
Plans shifted from the house to the backyard to entertain our guests. My anxiety was waning the more I looked at Ann, she was in direct competition with Marie and Sharon. Beautiful face, slim waist, perfect ass and a beautiful set of boobs. I found my attention drifting toward her more and more while sitting around our picnic table. It was time to make another round of drinks, off I went to the kitchen only to be followed by Sharon. This was the first time I was able to talk in private with her.
"What are they doing here?", I asked.
"Relax, Marie and I decided we would invite them too, they are nice people."
"But what about our plans with Bob and Marie?"
Sharon just looked at me and smiled, "You'll see."
Back at the table, I set the drinks around in the proper places. Taking my seat next to Ann raised my spirits knowing something was in the wind after Sharon's remark of "you'll see."
In less than an hour, our new friends became like old friends. Our conversation turned to off-color jokes, but more important it turned to sex. This, of course, was my favorite subject. It wasn't long before Marie dropped the bomb telling our new guests about our intimate relations only last Saturday. Only comment came from Anne's lips was "Ooooooooooh" while Fred just smiled in agreement.
The more the conversation continued, the more I knew this was a set up by the girls. The party was still on, only difference was having a new playmate joining us. All of the sudden the world was rosy once again. It was one of those evenings it cooled off when the sun set, too cold to sit in the yard. We moved the party back inside to the family room. Sharon went with them before returning to the kitchen with me to help. I made another round of drinks, headed back to the family room only to find the only seat available was next to Anne.
The discussion continued on sex, inhibitions were lowering with each successive round. It was pretty evident to me where all this was heading. Fred was sitting next to Marie, Sharon was next to Bob, and here I sat next to Anne. Fred started kissing Marie which was enough to get things going. The rest of us followed suit, again in twenty minutes we were all upstairs in bedrooms. No one questioned our motives we all wanted what was about to happen.
Anne wasted no time stripping her clothes while I followed her. Our embrace was electric, I could feel the energy flowing from her body, she was in no mood to be trifled with. On the bed, I made my way to enter her pussy. Anne tensed up with my cock all the way in then she relaxed for a second. Her legs wrapped around mine locking me into her. I couldn't move, she just held me deep inside her. No longer could I hold back, my orgasm began without any movement from either of us. Anne sensed me coming and starting gripping my cock with her pussy first tightening then releasing.
Suddenly, we heard moans down the hall. I recognized Marie's voice groaning from Fred's attentions, at least that is what I thought I heard. Returning my attentions back to Anne my cock still needed more, she relaxed her leg grip from around mine, I slowly began stroking her when she burst into groans of coming. She pounded back at me extending her pleasure for minutes. The orgasm subsided leaving us catching our breath before going further.
"Did you hear that?"
"What?"
"That last groan down the hall?"
"Yeah, what of it?"
"I was trying to figure out if it was Marie or my wife."
"Let's go take a look."
We quietly went down the hall and found the first room empty. In the next room was a most unbelievable sight. Bob was on his back with Sharon sitting on his cock rocking back and forth. At the same time, Marie had pinned down Bob's arms with her legs while sitting on his face. Standing over Bob's head was Fred getting a blow job from Marie. It was, to say the least. None of them knew we were watching them. I turned to Anne taking her hand and returned to our room. The sight of my wife fucking Bob had me hard as a rock, I wasted no time fucking Anne once again.
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Finally, she said she 'might' entertain something like maybe watching another couple or letting them watch us. I went to our local adult bookstore and placed a personals ad for a MWC in early forty's etc. in search of more or less the same with similar interests. I also found out that there was a Swingers club in our area. We did not get an immediate response to the ad, so I convinced Darla to go to one of the club parties.
The Saturday night of the party came, and we were both very excited. Darla wore a very sexy halter top, a tight dress, and no panties. She appeared more interested than I had expected. We arrived at the party and quickly felt out of place. We entered the house to see a really old and out of shape woman in the process of being serviced by three old, poorly kept, stinking men. It was interesting though, as I had never seen a woman take a dick up her ass, her pussy, and in her mouth at the same time, This foursome also ended wildly in that all three of the guys came at the same time and pulled their dicks out to squirt their come on this woman. She was practically covered from head to toe in wet sticky jism.
Both of us were a little disillusioned by the crudeness of the ones when we walked in, but we found another part of the house where it was a little calmer, and we talked to some nice people about the lifestyle. Several guys wanted to fuck Darla, but we had made a pact before we went that it was both of us or neither one. Finally, since they had no interest in the men, a large number of bisexual woman started hitting on Darla. She was not interested in a female-female relationship, so finally, we left.
Several months past, during a period we had both lost interest in the idea of swinging, one day my phone went off with a number I did not recognize. I returned the call and found that it was from a guy named Phillip. He said he had read our ad in the bookstore and he and his wife Shannon had the same interests.
We agreed to meet at an area restaurant. On entering the bar area, it was evident from their looking around, etc. that one particular couple was them.
Shannon was beautiful, about 5' 10', large breasts, and perfectly proportioned. I was afraid she looked too good and would make Darla jealous. We are in our early forties, but they were probably only 30 or so. Phillip was rather short but well built, and I thought possibly not all that interesting to Darla. But I was wrong. I quickly asked Darla what she thought before we got near and she said it was looking good. We sat down at the bar with them, with Darla closest to Phillip.
At one point when Phillip was out of earshot, I asked Darla why she seemed so attracted to Phillip since he appeared short. Darla chuckled and said "Look! Not everything about him is short!" I tried not to be noticed while checking out his dick. It was not difficult to see what she meant, but I thought well he's just quickly excited.
Then without warning and protected from view by the bar from other customers, Darla reached out and boldly rubbed Phillip's dick. That's when I was amazed to see that Phillip had not been excited before. His DICK grew, quickly to twice its already large size.
I asked Darla what she thought and trying to be cool, she said it would probably be OK.
We asked Phillip and Shannon back to our house to soak in the hot tub, which they promptly accepted.
On arriving at our house and after mixing drinks and some little small talk, everyone was trying to act uninterested. To break the ice, I mentioned that Darla had really caused Phillip to get excited back at the restaurant. I also remarked to Shannon that she must really enjoy the size of Phillip's tool. Shannon quickly commented that it was OK, but that it frequently hurt her, that she stayed sore from it, and that she had not had him in days in order to not be stretched for our meeting tonight.
I was shocked that she would be so candid since this was only their second swinging adventure and that she didn't seem to like the large size, but Darla heard her comments and almost fainted with anticipation. I remarked that I did not know that people got that big...to which Shannon looked at Darla and said: "Just wait and see."
At this, I just looked at Phillip and said well just how big is it? Phillip just said you will have to judge that for yourself and started unzipping his pants. After removing his slacks...he pulled down his underwear to have the most enormous, thickest dick I have ever seen spring out. His dick was at that point at least a foot in length and as large around as a baseball. Phillip looked at Darla and asked what she thought...she was hypnotized!! She started rubbing it and sunk to her knees and stroked and kissed Phillip's dick. With this attention, his cock got even more massive, well over a foot long and as big around as many men's arms. It was larger than a quart liquor bottle...since one was on the counter next to him and obviously smaller.
Darla, finally between licks, said she had to have that massive dick in her. She started pulling off her clothes left and right and in a matter of seconds was 'totally nude on our kitchen floor' and was again sucking what little she could get in her mouth. I reached down and felt of Darla's pussy to find her dripping love juice down her leg and to the floor. She was hotter than I had ever seen her.
I finally convinced her to go into the living room, where the floor was carpeted. She promptly laid completely 'spread eagle' in our living room in front of Phillip and Shannon. Phillip removed the rest of his clothes and approached my wife. After rubbing his dick up and down her pussy lips for some time, he started to enter her. She began to scream so much that I thought it might alert the neighbors, but to my amazement, Phillip was only maybe a half inch in her.
Shannon who had somewhere along the way removed her clothes and was sucking on my dick while I was fingering her pussy. It was remarkably very small and tight for what I knew it had been through. Shannon said that I should help them, so I asked how. She said to massage Darla with lubricant and to help re-insert Phillips colossal dick. I rubbed here with Love Gel...then grabbed Phillip' s dick (which I had never done before) and kept massaging her pussy with it. It finally went back into even louder and wilder screams. At this point he pumped a few times, somewhat shallow for lubrication, then 'Drove it Home' all the way in Darla.
She screamed and moaned and immediately Climaxed way more than ever before. Shannon looked up from sucking me and said to feel between Darla's legs while Phillip was fucking her. I could not believe what I felt. With each stroke in then out of her, Darla was gushing floods of pussy juice right out in the air. You could just open your mouth and be sprayed and taste her juice.
After a few more strokes, Phillip started to come and pumped her even harder...At this point, she was in pain. He squirted part of his load in her, then pulled his huge dick out and squirted huge, thick, globs of semen all over her face and body. She was like in a trance and licked and ate what she could.
All this time, I had been watching Darla & Phillip and had not been paying that close of attention to Shannon. After they were thru, Shannon set on top of my dick with the tightest, virgin-like, pussy I have ever entered begin to grip and massage my dick. At this time, Darla crawled under and started licking my dick as it came out of Shannon making me promptly shoot my load.
We all fucked several more times that evening, all at once in the hot tub and then split up, Darla with Phillip and me with Shannon in separate bedrooms. As Shannon was fucking me for the third time, I shot my load to the excitement of hearing Darla moan to the sheer magnitude of his monster dick.
Needless to say, we have gotten back together several times since.
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I was always curious about swinging but had never tried it. I had attempted it once before, with a couple who lived a few towns away. It seemed that the guy was more interested in me than she was. Finally, during dinner, he asked if I'd mind if he blew me while I ate his wife. I wasn't into bi, so things went downhill from there. He was so pushy, the whole idea became a turnoff.
A few days after answering the ads, a message was left on my answering machine. I met with a couple who more or less screened single men for their private swing club. Most swing clubs want couples only, but these people were willing to allow a few single men to participate.
They were really nice. I was given the phone number and private address of the party house. I took that Saturday night off from the nightclub I worked at, dressed up, and headed to the party.
I was a little nervous, to say the least. Here I was, in a roomful of strangers -- all there for the purpose of extramarital sex -- and I really didn't know how to 'get involved' or approach one of the many women who interested me. I went to the kitchen to fix a drink, and a woman named Donna followed me. She seemed to be about 40, with a cute face and a really nice body.
"We noticed you haven't chosen any of us girls yet," said Donna. "Is everything okay?"
I told her I was unsure about how to tastefully approach someone.
"You mean you want to fuck, but you're not sure how to ask? Would you like to go upstairs with me?"
She took my hand and led me upstairs. This was no ordinary house. No furniture, except for beds. It was dimly lit, and we passed a couple who was deeply involved in 69.
Donna sat on the bed, and I stood before her. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingernails through the hair on my chest as we listened to the couple next to us moan and gasp. I ran my fingers through her hair as she undid my belt. I stopped her and pulled off her top, exposing a bra filled with two tanned breasts. I removed her bra and stared at her body as she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. My cock was standing at full attention as she slipped my underwear off.
I took her hands and she stood up. I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. Donna wore no panties, and her nicely-cropped pussy and tan lines greeted me as I knelt before her to pull her pants off her legs.
Donna asked me to lie on the bed. There I was, naked on a bed with a total stranger, my cock pointing straight up, and the couple next to us fucking hard enough to rock the floor. I was suddenly distracted by Donna's mouth on my cock. One hand gently gripped the base of my dick while her tongue licked the head. She looked up at me, grinning. I let her suck on me as long as she wanted.
Then I returned the favor. I had Donna lay on the bed, while I licked her breasts and sucked on her nipples. I could feel her hands groping my cock as I bit gently on her nipples. I kissed her stomach, my cock gently brushing across her trimmed bush, teasing her.
I slid down and kissed her abdomen, purposely avoiding her pussy to tease her. I looked up. Her eyes were tightly closed as she caressed her breasts and touched her nipples.
Donna smelled so good. I brought her knees up, positioned my face between her legs, and buried my lips in her pussy while I held the cheeks of her tanned ass. I darted my tongue in and out, then teased her clit.
As I concentrated more on Donna's clit, her ass muscles tightened. I teased the skin between her pussy and her ass with my fingertip while I licked and sucked on her clit. I now had a writhing, bucking woman on my hands.
After Donna came, she grabbed my arms and pulled me up on top of her. Her one hand clutched my neck, pushing my face against hers as we French-kissed. Her other hand guided my stiff, throbbing cock into her warm, moist pussy. I stroked her slowly while her hands pushed down on my ass. Just as I felt ready to come, I pulled out and went down on her again.
After Donna came a second time, she lay me down on my back and straddled me. Again she guided me into her, and she rode my cock hard. The cheeks of her ass pounded my thighs, and she threw her head back. I could hold back no longer and shot my cum into her. I felt great, still marveling at this new, unorthodox experience. We kissed and snuggled a bit, then cleaned up and dressed.
The night ended, and I knew this was some kind of experience I'd never forget. The next morning, my phone rang. It was Donna's husband. He asked if I'd like to return to the party house that night for another get-together -- this time with fewer people. Since I had the night off and was feeling even more adventurous, I agreed.
When I arrived, the scene was somewhat different. Since many couples had to work the next morning, there was no social scene. We headed down to the basement, which was paneled and carpeted. In the back was what appeared to be a giant bed -- actually many mattresses pushed together. Donna winked at me, but another woman, Rosalie, grabbed my hand. Everyone undressed at once and hopped on the big bed.
Rosalie, a little shorter than Donna with dark hair, kept her stockings and garter belt on. She and I were on a far corner of the bed, and other couples were already going at it. I glanced over at Donna, who was now busy with a cock in her mouth while the guy's wife stroked her pussy.
Rosalie recaptured my attention by waving my stiff dick.
"Donna told me about this dick, honey. Now I want some. You've got a big cockhead. It's almost like having my own little baseball bat."
Rosalie gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. It was an unreal scene. I opened my eyes and turned my head as I was coming in her mouth, only to see a guy ramming his cock into a chubby girl's pussy not one foot away from me!
"Donna also told me about that tongue," said Rosalie. The next thing I knew, she was straddling my shoulders, sitting on my face. I clutched the cheeks of her ass and licked the furry bush that was riding my face. I pushed her forward a bit, and my tongue found her ass. I darted my tongue in and out and she rode my mouth.
Rosalie came twice while I ate her. She then asked me to fuck her. Her husband, not three feet away, nodded his approval while I got on top of his wife and filled her pussy with my cock. Her husband smiled as another chubby girl played with his dick.
Rosalie grabbed my face and looked me straight in the eye with a wicked smile.
"I want you to fuck my brains out," she growled. "Take that baseball bat cock of yours and hit a homer in my pussy. Just fuck me hard. My husband loves to watch me get pounded by other guys!"
I did what was asked. My balls slapped her ass as I drove my dick repeatedly into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my back and arched hers, pushing me deeper into her. I thrust, pumped, slammed -- just plain fucked her hard as I could. My ass muscles tightened as I shot everything I had into her.
I was sweating. She was soaked. Rosalie smiled as she tenderly played with my somewhat-sore dick.
"You are a hot one," she said. "I'm glad you joined us."
My third swing adventure came one week later. Evidently, my number had been passed around. I wasn't mad -- I was flattered. Here were these people who wanted me to fuck their wives while they watched.
I spoke with a couple on the phone who called. They had not been at either party. I invited them over to my apartment, which (now that I think about it) was rather risky.
I answered the bell, and there stood a couple who appeared to be in their late 40s. I can't recall her name. She had a slightly outdated hairstyle and about 25 extra pounds. I didn't let appearances hold me back. They seemed nice -- and they were. New friends and hot lovers don't need to look like magazine models.
I fixed us all a drink, and we watched an x-rated movie. His wife sat between us on the couch.
"Don't be shy with her," said her husband. "You don't mind if she gets a little forward, do you?" I said I didn't mind, and that was her green light to unzip my pants. She pushed the coffee table away from the couch and sucked me off, right in front of her smiling husband.
After I came, we all went into my bedroom. I had the bed stripped to just a sheet, and we hopped on. We took turns undressing her, then undressed ourselves. I got on one side of her, while her husband took the other side. She had our dicks in her hands, stroking us, jerking us off.
He moved toward her mouth, while I played with her big, furry bush. Her hairy, steamy pussy was intriguing. I ran the tip of my cock over her clit while she blew her husband. I sank my face into her little forest and ate her. I noticed the husband was now next to me, watching me go down on his wife. She came hard.
What happened next was even more unbelievable. She lay on her side and pulled one knee toward her chest. Her husband entered her and started pumping while she motioned me to bring my cock over near her mouth. My dick was inside her mouth while her husband fucked away. My second orgasm of the night was intense. She swallowed everything, and her husband never missed a beat. He came inside her, and our fuck session ended.
I moved to another state {job offer} soon after my swinging adventures began. I never forgot my swinging friends or the lusty, good times we shared. To think the first couple nearly ended it before it began. The pushy husband almost ruined it for me forever.
I'm convinced that swingers are extraordinary people -- people who like to have fun and enjoy sex without hangups, strings or commitments.
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God! He’s so muscular and persistent. He’s lifting me off the floor with each hot embrace as he backs me down the hall. Our tongues dig deeply into each other’s mouth, kissing with the exciting hunger of knowing we have stepped over the line; that intense, yet unspoken moment when two people realize that consummation of their lust is inevitable.
We’re going to fuck! It will be soon! I know this as we move, locked in each other’s embrace, another step further down the dimly lit hallway. I don’t know where, exactly, he’s taking me, but I know he’s going to fuck me even if it’s on a cold tile floor.
Licking his neck, I taste his sweat. His tongue in my ear drives me wild. Our hips grind together hard. His hands unfasten my bra. I fill with the ecstatic anticipation of his hands, these new hands taking my breasts. I bite his ear hard as pleasure surges along the insides of my thighs, through my aroused womanhood, and up my spine.
Tonight is new, yet so familiar. My head is swimming in a sea of anticipated delight. I wonder how I got here, and yet I knew days ago that this was coming. I did not consciously plan to be taken by Wayne tonight. Yet, from the time Gary and I made plans to go to this party, I foresaw everything unfolding as it is right now.
Two weeks ago our best friends, Stephen and Connie had invited us to their party. This was another in a series of parties which, during the past year, had become increasingly intimate. I knew everyone had to be aware of the changes, but no one ever mentioned it, not even my husband, Gary. Upon reading the invitation, I experienced an immediate flush of sexual anticipation. I must have altered my breathing in some way as I read the note because Gary, sitting across the living room from me, lowered the newspaper and asked, "What?" Neither expecting nor understanding my reaction I could not answer accurately and replied, "Nothing really. It's a party invitation from Steve and Con. Why?"
My eyes must have given some allusion of deception. Gary’s lingering, quizzical look at me before he said, "Okay," and returned to his reading told me so. The tone of his voice said, "Okay, you just don’t want to talk about whatever it is, and that’s fine.”
Wayne’s chest is hairy. I have never made love with a hairy man. I pull his shirt open and lick at his curly, sweat-matted hair, then lick his nipples. His nipples are large for a man, and his rapid breathing tells me how much joy my tongue gives him. His hands squeeze my breasts. His hands are strong and slightly rough causing my skin to come alive. "Mmmm . . . ," I shudder as he pinches my nipples between his callused thumb and forefinger. We begin kissing again, and Wayne’s strong hands slide along my ribs, squeeze my waist, then slip over my hips and under my ass. Lifting me tightly to him, we back yet another step into the darkness of the hall.
With my right hand, I rub the long hardness of his cock through his jeans. It feels thick and extends sideways from his crotch to his pocket. His hands continue exploring under my skirt, rubbing circles over the skin of my ass. My thong panties give his hands direct contact with the sensitive skin of my ass. His manly hardness presses harder and closer against the sensational warmth in my pussy. I know I’m swollen and wet. I’m ready to be fucked! I’m so ready to be fucked by Wayne. But although I am eager for sex, I want to linger in this stage of anticipation.
After getting his shirt fully open, I began struggling with his belt. It’s a goddamn, large-buckled, western belt that seems to defy my efforts. He chuckles and whispers, "You can’t have your present if you can’t unwrap it," slipping a hand over the front of my panties and cupping my pussy firmly. I emit a raspy sound of pleasure as his fingers begin pressing my clit. I feel its swollen hardness slip back and forth beneath his touch. The lacy fabric moves aside easily, and he touches my magic button in its wet nest. Wayne winces as I bite his nipple too hard in reaction to the sharp flash of pleasure, which ripples through me.
Two nights after getting the party invitation Gary and I had gone to bed early and were wrestling playfully. It became increasingly sexual, and I began to anticipate making love with him. It had been several days since our last screw, and I had been in a heightened state of sexual arousal ever since reading the party invitation.
We began our familiar pattern of kissing and touching in preparation for sex. Then Gary paused and whispered, "What would you do to spark things up between us? You know, our sex life has gotten rather predictable." My sensual reaction to the party invitation raced through my mind along with several fleeting thoughts about some of the intimate moments that I’d experienced at our most recent parties. Even though I was thinking I wanted to experience another man (and really felt this is what Gary was getting at), I was unsure and could not bring myself to answering with complete honesty.
"This is fine," was all I could get out as I embraced Gary and buried my face in his neck. I could have kicked myself for that cop out. And, predictably, I found myself once again going through pleasant, but never-the-less routine, intercourse. As we screwed, I began seeing the faces of our male friends. When I started coming, the face in my mind was Wayne's. Wayne was fucking me, and my orgasm erupted with surprising speed and intensity. I wondered how it would be if Gary to knew where my head was.
Gary went to sleep immediately, but thoughts about my sexual past and current fantasies swirled through my mind as a series of realistic dream-like experiences of which I had complete control. I relived thoughts that had not entered my consciousness for years. Sexy thoughts that went on and on. It was as if my whole life had been a sexual experience. I rubbed myself and came again. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
Wayne’s cock feels so good in my hands. Buried in mounds of hair it is so thick my fingers barely wrap around it when I squeeze hard. It’s very hot and has the most velvety skin. A sexy, musky aroma wafts up from his opened jeans. A slippery drop on the end moistens a line along my wrist as I reached down to his balls; large, heavy, hairy balls. His fingers continue dancing back and forth across my hard, wet clit and I shuddered again. He presses more deeply into my vagina. Fucking Wayne is getting really close now. The muscles of my vagina began pulsating with anticipation. I squeeze around his fingers and nearly faint with pleasure.
Wayne lifts my face to his, and we continue kissing. We step further into the promising darkness. Opening my eyes, I can see the dim light of the living room in the distance. Sitting on the couch is Gary. Carol is sitting astride his lap facing him. Her short red skirt has slid up to her hips. His hands are busily fondling her ass.
The party had been a typical middle-American social function; dinner, drinks, and lots of laughing at jokes and puns. However, casual fondling became prevalent as we ate this meal. After dinner, we went to the den. I took a seat on a barstool next to Gary. The others began dancing. At first, everyone was with his or her spouse and getting a little "dirty." But then Steven, Wayne, Carol, and Sheri switched partners and kept doing the same thing. Watching them was really turning me on, but I was unsure where to go from here. Finally, Sheri tapped me on the shoulder and said, "If you don’t mind, I’d sure like a dance with this man of yours," and winked. They’d danced together before, so this was not entirely new. Gary and I smiled at each other. He gave my thigh a squeeze and left. Before I knew it, I was being swept away in Wayne’s arms. He kissed me and gave me an unmistakable hump; long, firm, deliberate and with unblinking eye contact. I liked it but felt awkward with Gary so close. He covered my mouth with his, but I broke the kiss off quickly to look for Gary. I need not have bothered. He was in the middle of a long, deep kiss with Sheri. His right hand was on her ass, and he was fondling a breast with the other. My head began to spin, and my legs quivered but this is what I had wanted to happen and, hey, what could Gary say?
Although Gary’s hands are fondling Sheri’s ass, his eyes survey Wayne and me. When he sees me looking at him, he smiles approvingly. I smile back, then feel immediately awkward and bite my lower lip as Wayne roughly fondles my right boob through my blouse. This is not how I was told it would be when a man sees his wife with a lover. I let myself fall headlong into this abyss of sexual pleasure. Wayne’s tongue grazes my neck causing me to quiver.
I went to Hawaii with three girlfriends after high school graduation. We were staying with an aunt of a friend, but she was rarely around. We just had to feed ourselves and decide what to do. The tropical air stirred my sensual side from the beginning. During our first outing, we found a small beachside hut in which a weathered old lady who called herself Sim Sim made a beautiful array of beachwear. I wanted to look worldly, but her suits were very small and unlined. Trying on the suits caused me to feel aroused. The soft material slid coolly over my hips and breasts. Even with them on I felt naked. The thought of walking in public was at the same time scary and thrilling. My nipples jutted out through the material making me self- conscious in front of my friends until I saw that they were in the same condition. We never talked about our nervousness, and I never mentioned that I had hopped up and down in the dressing room to see how my tits jiggled. I was pleasantly surprised.
The suit I bought was a shimmering sky blue. The triangles covering my tits were adjustable, and the bottom left most of my ass exposed. My friends both bought thongs, but I couldn’t handle the feel of "butt floss" just yet. We also bought colorful cover-ups, then stuffed our clothes into bags and headed to the beach. We all seemed to have a little more bounce in our steps {especially whenever we passed some guys}.
Our third day on the beach we picked up our first guys. They were some rich punks from San Francisco but they made us laugh, and we ended up having quite a good afternoon. They took us dancing. My guy, Brent, came on very fast. He was talking about sex right from the start. I tried to play his word games and keep up with his drinking but woke up the next morning realizing I had lost . . . And lost my virginity too. I could only vaguely remember a long kiss on the dance floor and his suggestion we go for a walk. As we walked, he wrapped his hand around me and squeezed my breast without any hint of concern. I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn’t want to seem like a kid either. In the shadow of a large tree, he had his hand inside my panties in seconds. Then...
I had a horrible hangover in the morning and wanted to sleep in so my girlfriends headed to the beach without me. Later I went to the beach alone. Out of nowhere Brent appeared. I was shy and frightened at first, but he seemed so casual and comfortable with everything I stopped feeling "wrong." Soon we were casually talking about everything, holding hands and kissing. Brent stood, took my hand and just tilted his head towards the houses. "Sure," I heard myself say. I picked up my stuff, and we walked to the condo, slipped quickly out of the few clothes we had on, crawled into bed, and just started fucking. I was just barely not a virgin, but I sure had an appetite for sex.
"Let me help you with this," Wayne says taking the bottom of my polo shirt and lifting it over my head. Predictably my bra gets tangled, but his easy manner and soft, confident voice puts me at ease as he slips it over my shoulder. He stands back and admires me. I love his lustful gaze of approval, and my body spontaneously squirms seductively before him. I want to feel his hairy chest rubbing against my nipples. I lift my mouth to his and press myself against him. Reaching behind my back, I unfasten my skirt. Giving the slightest wiggle of my hips and it drops silently to the floor. Wayne steps out of his jeans, then lifts my right leg up over his hip and slides his penis along the damp crotch of my underwear. Now we are separated only by the thinnest piece of material. Thin silk. Thin, wet silk I know will soon be slipped from my hips, and I will have Wayne inside me, deep inside as we fuck. I lean back towards the darkness of the hall anticipating continuing to the bedroom. But Wayne holds fast, and we sway gently to soft background music.
"Go down on me," Wayne whispers urgently. "Suck my dick!" Placing his hands on each side of my face he leans forward and darts his tongue in and out of my mouth. "I need to feel your sweet lips on my cock," he says compellingly.
Oh, Christ! My heart pounds in my chest and I feel a new flush of sweat on my forehead. I quickly glance into the living room. Gary’s lying on the couch. Carol’s straddling his face, and Sheri is eagerly giving him head. He groans with pleasure and lifts his hips to Sheri. All three are completely undressed. My knees quiver weakly.
I flash back to Hawaii. Brent and I fucked continuously for the first weekend we were together. We rarely stopped to eat. Through the door, I heard my girlfriend’s comments as they tried to tease us out, but fucking is all I wanted to do, and Brent was just what I needed. During the third afternoon as we began to wake up my head was on his stomach. I fingered his cock lightly fascinated by the way it would enlarge and harden when I touched it. "Lick it," I heard Brent whisper. The thought had never occurred to me. But, innocently, I complied. The taste was a mysterious combination of my own familiar smell, and his, and caused a slight tingling sensation on my tongue. At his urging, I licked the large purple head again. It surged in my hand, and Brent took a deep breath. I was amazed.
Pressing on the back of my head Brent said coarsely, "Swallow that son of a bitch." His push caused his cock to thrust directly into my untrained mouth. Apparently, my teeth scraped, and he yelled. Later we took more time to get ready. By the next day, though, my lips were red and swollen. I had found oral sex as climax producing as vaginal sex and was beginning to take him deeper into my throat.
The day after Gary had asked me what I’d like to spice up our relationship I had made a promise to myself to tell Gary the truth about my feelings. I had to let him know how thrilling our parties were becoming for me. I needed him to know how I had come to look forward to pressing myself against other male bodies, and exchanging clandestine touches while hot tubing together. I felt compelled to point out to him how we would always hurry home and throw ourselves into unbridled intercourse after each party. However, we were still just the two of us, and somehow, the closer things got with our party friends, the more I began to focus on my desire to try out another size, shape, smell, and pace.
During dinner, I thought about my plans to tell him, but each time I approached the moment of truth my "plan" seemed to stick in my throat. What I did manage was to serve more than the usual amount of wine for dinner, and the two of us got drunk. We moved into the living room. I followed Gary with two fingers hooked through his belt loops. Before he sat on the couch, I reached around him and grabbed his crotch.
"Whatcha got here, Baby?" I asked teasingly. He made a typical male "manliness" comment and pulled me around to face him. He tumbled backward onto the couch, and I fell on top of him. Gary was so much fun to play with. We each enjoy tickling and nips and taking advantage of a variety of physical positions. Finally, we lay back panting on the floor. That’s when I blurted out, "I want to fuck Wayne!"
Gary looked at me in curious silence while time seemed to stand still. Then he slowly raised himself onto his elbow and looked at me. I raised onto my elbow too, and we stared into each other’s eyes. My head was whirling from the wine, and I did not know where to go from here. There was no look of hurt or anger in his eyes, and although my heart pounded through my chest, I was neither afraid nor sorry I had said it. My bold honesty relieved, yet excited me. "What?" he grinned. "What did you just say?"
The dam was broken. I let it flow. "You know what you asked me the other night, ‘What would you do to spark things up?’ Well, ‘Mr. Sensuality,’ I’d like to go to bed with Wayne. . . Or Stephen for that matter. You’ve got to notice how everyone has been getting so ‘friendly.’ I really feel it’s just a matter of time before someone starts having affairs. But affairs are scary since they mean people are lying and sneaking."
After a pause, Gary gently told me about just how friendly things had gotten for him. Both Carol and Sheri, in addition to the kisses given publicly, and taken the liberty to stroke his cock under water.
I shared some of my encounters with the fondling and provocative comments during conversation in the hot tub or while dancing. I had thought about doing more but so far had not done anything and had taken Stephen and Wayne’s propositions jokingly.
Gary paused and took a deep breath before telling me about a day several weeks ago when I was out of town, and he was home working in our backyard, which happens to be very secluded. Sheri surprised him with a drop in visit. They had chatted and drank a couple of beers. At her suggestion, they stripped and got into our hot tub. One thing led to another, and she gave him a blowjob. He had felt guilty for allowing it to happen, but the guilt was over having a secret between us rather than coming in her mouth.
To my surprise, I was not angry. Just surprised, and began giggling over my imagined sight of her head bobbing up and down on his cock while he felt guilt-ridden. I unzipped his pants and lifted his semi-erect dick out. "So, Sheri likes your wanger, does she? Well so do I," and popped it into my mouth! Whether it was my added energy or his aroused state, I don’t know, but although he’s usually a long time coming from oral sex he pumped a big, hot load against the roof of my mouth in less than two minutes. I had never taken him very deeply into my throat for fear that he would be suspicious of my past, but this time he was deeper, and I came closer to coming from sucking his cock than ever before. Then he went down on me. I erupted instantly with an orgasm that went on for several minutes.
Wayne leans against the wall with one shoulder. Our eyes are locked as I slip my hands over his muscular ass and slowly lick my way down his hairy stomach. My knees wobble as I lower myself. Glancing to my left, I look directly into the eyes of my husband sitting naked on the couch with Carol. He is smiling and nodding encouragement. It’s so different. Yet with each passing moment, I am becoming bolder. Now I am not just getting ready to fuck Wayne, I want to put on a show.
Brent: By Sunday night, after days of sex, we decided we had to return to the real world. He left promising to call the next day. Actually, he did not call until three days later. In the meantime, I had gone through painful adolescent convulsions of lost love. I wouldn’t even go to the beach with my friends. They got pissed. Then there was a knock on the door. It was Brent. Instantly I was alive and leaped into his arms. He hugged me and gave some excuse. I’m sure it was some lame lie, but at the time all I wanted was to hold onto him.
Brent had two of his friends with him. Arms wrapped around each other we walked into the living room. The guys followed and took seats on the couch. Brent asked me to get some beer if we had any. We did, and I skipped into the kitchen and returned with two bottles apiece {so I could sit on Brent’s lap longer without interruption}. Actually, the guys seemed nice, but I could not stop myself from touching and kissing Brent. At first, he just toyed with my affection, but then he started returning my kisses as intently as I was giving them. He whispered in my ear, "We’ve got to stop, or these guys are going to get quite a show," I heard myself respond, "So what."
At that, we began going at each other just as we had when we had been in bed together. As my clothes started coming off, the other guys shouted cheers and clinked their bottles. Brent and I laughed but kept on going. Soon I found myself reacting not only to his body, but the audience excited me too.
As I began kissing down his chest, they started chanting, "Blow job, blow job . . . " For some unknown reasons the raunchier this got, the more excited I became. In seconds I had Brent’s dick springing free of his baggies and into my mouth.
I settle to my knees. Wayne’s cock throbs against my neck as I continue kissing and licking through the course, dark hair on his tummy. Reaching up with both hands I begin stroking him and rubbing his thick, dark erection across my cheek, neck, and chest. I look up at Wayne’s face. His eyes are closed, head thrown back, and his chest heaves.
I look back into the living room. Gary is stroking himself. As I smile, seductively licking my lips, he smoothes Carol’s hair. She turns towards him, takes his dick from his hands, and began sucking eagerly.
Wayne turns my head back and positions my mouth inches in front of his manhood. It’s thick, very dark, covered with black hair and literally lurching with each beat of his heart. A pearly bead appears from the hole.
Gary and I began having extensive discussions about our sexual interests each evening after I had told Gary of my preoccupation with some recreational fucking. We opened up for the first time about having sexual experiences before our marriage and discovered we each had had an affair during the second year of our marriage (six years ago). Within weeks we found we both had very vivid sexual imaginations which each had considered too weird to share with anyone, especially a spouse!
One night Gary told me that according to Stephen, he and Carol had been into the swinging scene in Colorado before moving to the northwest. Stephen talked openly about how much he and Carol missed those intimate get-togethers with their friends and had asked Gary if he and I would join them some time for a day, evening or weekend to explore our sexuality a little more deeply. Gary told Stephen he was interested but did not think I would be. Stephen’s response was, "Don’t be too surprised if, given a chance without fear of reprisal, that that little wife of yours would be quite different than you ever imagined." It was his idea for Gary to get me to talk about the sexual fantasies lurking behind my normal, "traditional wife" facade.
Continuing our discussion, we began to talk more explicitly about many sexual possibilities. I found myself getting excited imagining the men taking turns screwing me or seeing Gary fucking Carol or Sheri. Gary seemed to focus on threesomes, especially having me suck his dick while Wayne or Stephen fucked me from behind. Night after night our talk became more explicit and led to energetic fucking late into the night.
Wayne’s swollen bulb hits the opening to my throat. I start to gag. But that passes and becomes a profoundly pleasurable sensation. I remember the afternoons with Brent and his friends and want him deeper. He gives it to me deeper. Wayne’s thick, dark, hairy cock is sliding in and out of my throat. I want more. I WANT MORE!
Orgasmic tension is building from my mouth to my cunt as Wayne’s cock again and dives in and out of my mouth. Harder and harder it presses past my lips, over my tongue, along the roof of my mouth, and finally into the tightness of my throat. As our pace quickens, I can feel him pressing deeper and more urgently. Finally, my face presses against the hairy mat of his pubic hair and I realized there is no more. But, oh god how good it feels.
That first afternoon Brent and his friends came over, as the guys watched, I knelt between Brent's legs and pulled his cock from his baggy shorts and drew it slowly into my mouth. I felt it hardening. It was so good to be back with my lover and his beautiful cock. The same tingling I felt days ago came back instantly. Plus, my lips weren’t sore, and I knew what I was doing {I’ must have done this at least a thousand times in my mind since he left}. This time I swallowed him and felt again the eroticism of his surges as his emission gushed directly into the deep recesses of my throat. The pulsing of his ejaculation resulted in a shuddering orgasm of my own.
I try to imagine how much cock is actually sliding past my lips and into my throat. My cunt begins to twitch inside. I know I’m about to come. Audible gurgles erupt from my mouth each time Wayne’s meat slips out. I’m about to come. I’m going to come again from being fucked in my mouth. Wayne feels this and pumps faster. Shots of lightning begin surging through me. Wayne’s dick expands even more, and hot, tangy cum is injected directly down my throat. I have to hold on to him to keep from falling over as my own orgasm has turned my legs to quivering rubber.
Slowly Wayne pulls out. He kneels in front of me and lifts my lips to kiss me. He caresses me tenderly and seems to enjoy the taste of his own emission as he laps his own spunk from my chin and the corners of my mouth. We embrace and fall gently to the floor. In the distance, other couples offer playful congratulations and then drift back to their own sexual delights. Wayne and I smile at each other, embrace, and drift to sleep on the hallway floor.
Later the fog of fantasy slips from my mind. Wayne and I begin to stir. For several minutes we cuddle playfully. I can hear the others off in the distance... outside. Sleepiness disappears, and I realize it is only about 8:30. Wayne and I discuss whether to go to bed or to join the others. We decide to do both; join the others for now, but go to bed later.
We timidly walk through the house towards the sounds of laughter. Upon reaching the kitchen, we can see the others are in the hot tub. We walk through the French doors to join them. We are offered drinks and seats of honor and given credit for a great show. "What a way to kick off your old hang-ups," Stephen reports energetically, raising his glass in my direction. His prolonged, knowing gaze glancing between my face and crotch boldly expresses his anticipation of being with me soon... possibly next! An unexpected jolt of excitement shoots through my pussy. Stephen picks up on my unspoken response and winks.
"Here, here!" the rest of them join in raising their glasses. Gary moves aside and lifts his arm off Carol’s shoulder to assist me into the tub next to him. We kiss each other reassuringly, and I squirm under his arm. The water is hot, but I shiver in this strange return to his embrace. He kisses my forehead.
Wayne squeezes in between Carol and Sheri. Both kiss him warmly then smile at me. Sheri squeezes my hand. I feel warm, loved, excited and safe among friends.
In spite of all that has happened, the conversation soon becomes very ordinary. Everyone seems to have interesting stories and funny jokes, and we carry on highly animated talk for an hour or so. From time to time a response is punctuated with a splash of water. Eventually, the play becomes more prevalent. Finally, Wayne says, "This is too much for me and excuses himself. Carol and Sheri agree with him and all three walk into the house holding hands.
Stephen, Gary and I continue to play. Soon I am being tossed jostled between them. The playful physical contact begins feeling more and more sensual. I feel a hard-on slide across my hip. It’s Stephen’s cock. I grab it playfully, and he takes a hand full of my breast. Gary rubs my ass and fondles my other breast. Soon we are stroking each other. I become overwhelmed with the thought that I will soon be screwing two men at once. I will be having sex with a "friend," while my husband watches and does me too.
How can this be? Only a couple of hours ago I was with another man... a man who was not my husband. A man with whom I had had a tremendous sexual experience and had intended to join again in bed for the rest of this night. And now I want more? I am wanting this man whose long, curving erection I am rubbing over my ass while he rolls my nipples between his fingers Gary, my husband, kisses me deeply then licks my left nipple which Steven has lifted to his lips.
Sharply a twinge of desire shoots through my being. I simply vibrate with sexual energy and begin rubbing Stephen’s erection up and down the crack of my ass. Oh god, it feels good. I know I’m going to get it again. It’s going to be soon!
After swallowing Brent’s load, I slid up and kissed him. I made a mess of his come on his face, which he wiped off with the back of his hand. "You’re just too much," he said shaking his head. I think he was a little self-conscious in front of his friends but in a spot where he had to act manly. I pulled myself onto his lap and began sliding my pussy back and forth on his dick.
"You’re not being a very good hostess by forgetting about your company," Brent warned coolly.
"I haven’t forgotten anybody," I responded. "I just have a favorite."
The discussion became a teasing game about my poor etiquette. I offered to take care of them too as long as I could take care of Brent at the same time. I then got up, completely aware of my nakedness, and went to give each of them a hug and kiss. They stood in unison and eagerly accepted the kisses, and touched me all over with clumsy adolescent zeal. They squeezed my breasts roughly and fingering my pussy as our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. I continued toying with them. I heard Brent get up, then felt him press his naked body against the back of my ass. The kisses and licks of three mouths and six hands roving my body amplified my sexual excitement. Brent pulled me back by my shoulders, turned me around and pushed me down in front of him. He wanted me to go back down on him again. "Fuck her," he said to his buddies.
All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and pull Brent’s cock in and out of my mouth. Doing so I knew his friends would try fucking me. This thought sent me into wild, frenzied sucking. After stumbling out of their clothes and making crass comments about who was going to get sloppy seconds, could feel fingers sliding up and down the crack of my ass and into my cunt. And then, slam! One of their cocks rammed deep into my sopping wet cunt. He was a speedy guy, and I felt him swell up and come in seconds. Brent came again too. I loved this two-ended filling and the rapid explosion of hot sperm from pulsating dicks. As soon as the first guy pulled himself out the other cock filled my sloppy, wet cunt as I continued to suck Brent dry. The harder and faster he fucked me the harder I worked on Brent who gave me another blast without ever going soft.
After each guy had had seconds and Brent had shot another load, I could feel come and sweat dribbling down my thighs. Finally, we all collapsed into a tangled mass.
Gary kisses down my stomach and then sinks his tongue into my pussy; my throbbing, soon to be fucked {again!}, pussy. Standing in the hot tub, my pussy is just inches above the water. Hot water splashes against my ass as Gary flicks his tongue in and out of my cunt.
I release Stephen’s cock and guide Gary’s head over and around my sex. Still standing behind me, Stephen glides his tool across my ass hole. Gary’s tongue and Stephen’s dick are so close together. I begin to wonder what it would be like to have both at the same time but Gary kisses his way back up to my face.
We kiss each other long and hard as Stephen continues to slide along my crotch. Gary takes my head in his hands and begins guiding it to his chest. I know what he wants. He wants me to go down on him. Now I want to give it to him. I want to give my husband the best blowjob ever, not the timid offerings of a naive wife who doesn’t want to appear too talented in some worldly ways. Eagerly I begin kissing his chest and massaging his balls. Familiar as they are this time it’s so different. I am full of new levels of anticipated pleasure. I also know as I lean forward that I am opening my snatch to "eager" Stephen who now quickens his pace and pressure.
Brent and his friends became a regular pastime during my final two weeks in Hawaii. Even though I knew they were just using me for a cheap thrill, I was honestly enjoying every orgasmic minute. I promised myself that these weeks were my "wild oats" and that when I returned, these days would be memories I would maintain for the rest of my life. I left my friends and the condo and stayed in Brent’s apartment. Although I slept with him, I was available to any of them and several other friends too. I got fucked five or six times a day and give at least as many blow jobs. I couldn’t get enough.
I press back into Stephen as I finally get low enough to lick the end of Gary’s dick. Gary eases himself up to the edge of the hot tub making it easier for me to take him into my mouth and brace myself. Stephen’s cock now slides over the full length of my slit. I can feel his long curved lance all the way to my tummy. This makes me want him deep inside, and I press back against him wiggling my ass as I suck Gary’s stiff penis. He lets out a gasp of pleasure as I guide it over my tongue. As I massage Gary’s dick with my tongue, Stephen presses his cock against the opening to my hungry cunt. My desire to take him inside burns. In my mind I see him looking at me with his knowing wink when Wayne and I had walked towards the group in the hot tub. I wanted him then and now. "Oh god . . . Oh, this is wonderful!" I manage to breathe out.
Slowly he begins easing it inside. At the same time, I take Gary ever more deeply into my throat. Both men start breathing hard and swearing as they each fuck me. I am so full. I am absolutely full of my wonderful friends. I am intensely aware of these handsome men filling me with their cocks. One is in my cunt, and one is in my throat. They are so long it feels they’ll touch inside my chest. Thrilling sensations shoot through my body like lightning and crashing thunder. I am totally consumed by the pleasures within my body, yet I almost seem like a passenger watching it all happen.
I’m getting ready to come again. How does one have two orgasms at the same time? I don’t know, but I feel it coming. I feel THEM coming! My throat and my cunt are tensing up to explode. "Oh god! Oh god!" is all I can gurgle as my body tenses into spasmodic trembling. A true daughter of Aphrodite, I’m paralyzed with pleasure. Frozen in sexual bliss. First Stephen explodes within my rigid body, then Gary. Lasers flash. I have been fucked! Oh god how I’ve been fucked.
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Lori is exquisite. Five foot five, full but not pendulous breasts, small waist, an ass that jiggles just slightly as she walks on slender runner’s legs. Her naturally curly auburn hair falls just past her shoulders. Though she readily attracts attention, she is shy and dresses on the conservative side both at home and in public.
December before last I booked a condo on an island popular to the South American middle class but rarely visited by Americans or Europeans. We arrived at our resort at the end of February and found a very friendly native population that lived comfortably by producing and exporting a wide variety of exotic plants.
We were pretty worn out as we arrived at so as soon as we had dropped our bags off in our condo, I donned a pair of boxers and settled on our deck with a glass of white wine. The beach stretched for about a mile in each direction, and, to my delight, au natural was the most popular way to enjoy the sun.
Having slipped into a white, one-piece suit, Lori joined me on the deck. I knew she would be uncomfortable wearing less so said nothing as we headed out for our first stroll. Secretly I hoped her attitude would change.
We were sunning on the beach during our third day when the proprietor, Jose Sanchez, sauntered up. He stood well over six feet tall, had taunt athletic looking muscles, was balding slightly, and maintained a wide, provocative smile. Taking off his sunglasses as we introduced ourselves revealed greenish brown, hypnotic eyes, which contrasted sharply with his dark olive, skin. He wore a skimpy red pouch that all but spilled its ample contents. Not only was he well endowed, but also, upon complimenting Lori on her beauty, he stiffened noticeably. I could tell Lori caught this 'gesture' in spite of her efforts to avert her gaze. I was surprised to find myself enjoying, rather than feeling jealous, at their sensual exchange.
Jose was friendly, and we learned that besides owning the resort he was a successful commercial photographer. He was also an avid movie fan, as is Lori, and soon the two of them were deeply engrossed in who, what, and where of the entertainment world. As they talked, I could detect Lori’s growing attraction as she frequently stroked her hair and fluttered downcast eyes. (She has had several 'crushes,' and I know of two, which resulted in affairs. I can see the signs before she is conscious of her feelings.) Jose was confidence incarnate and was very skilled at pushing all of Lori’s buttons.
By mid-afternoon Jose had told us much about the island, its people and their customs. Then he suggested we go into town with him and 'experience' the nightlife. Surprised to hear there was such a thing I asked a few more questions and learned that 'nightlife' consisted of dancing at the one and only bar in town. We were also promised a chance to meet one of his favorite models, Natalie, who would be arriving from New York City later that evening. We agreed to meet him at the bar about 9:00.
Since the town was just one mile away, Lori and I decided to walk. At sunset, we reached the bar situated within the expansive garden of a vine-covered colonial mansion. We took our cold rum drinks at a booth on the circular porch and listened to the music while a few very young children ran about or practiced their dance steps. Or, rather, their provocative moves. Jose appeared, smiling broadly as he guided a tall, olive-skinned beauty in a clinging, chartreuse dress toward us. "This is Natalie," he announced. She confidently shook each of our hands smiling with sophisticated elegance.
As we visited the band gradually increased the tempo and volume. A continuous flow of very fit looking black and brown skinned people filled the bar. The men wore baggy slacks or shorts and either a sleeveless T-shirt or nothing on top at all. The women wore a variety cropped and off the shoulder tops (sans bras), or bandeau tops, and colorful, full skirts or sarongs. Thus a delightful amount of thigh and cleavage appeared in every direction. I sensed Lori felt quite overdressed in her ankle length dress even though it had an off-center slit to mid-thigh.
As the adults began to fill the bar, they mingled noisily. The dance floor started filling. The women held their skirt in their hands and tossed them about flirtatiously in time with the music. Frequently they exposed more than their thighs. American standards for 'Dirty Dancing' were redefined in this crowd. Couples danced close, humping without inhibition. Some gals would place their hands on their knees and shake their ass. Usually, her partner would dry fuck her ass. If he stayed for more than a few measures inevitably her skirt would get lifted or pushed aside exposing a full derriere with barely concealed manhood gliding between shimmering orbs. If she stood up, her partner would rub her breasts and pussy.
Men and woman without partners danced alone unselfconsciously and would occasionally squeeze between dancers. That person would either be ignored, or the original partner would leave, and the new couple would continue the erotic undulations. I expected to see some serious conflicts, but none did.
Lori and I tried to dance a couple of times but felt conspicuously awkward. As the tempo and volume of the music increased, the dancing became more feverish. Several women humped and stroked my butt. Men had done the same with Lori. After two men had blatantly 'sandwiched' her between them, humping her hips from the side while fondling her ass, she blushed in frustration and urged me to sit with her at our table.
The floor became so crowded that dancers’ sensuous convulsions took place practically in our laps. We laughed about feeling a certain urge to put a dollar in a pair of panties, and was about to suggest that a particular couple was actually copulating doggie style when the guy pulled an incredibly long, shiny, black schlong from his partner. "Oh god," Lori gasped, "we gotta get out of here." Lori took me by the hand as she headed to the exit with her trying to explain the limits of 'being a good sport.'
Lori squeezed my arm tightly as we walked into the night with the unmistakable sound of more hankie panky under the stars. We didn’t talk about it much. I hugged her from behind after letting her through the door and playfully cupped her crotch. Her cunt was sopping wet. Clearly, she had been aroused by what we saw. Arching back she rolled her ass across my erection and asked, "Would you like to dance like that with me?" This sent my already high state of excitement over the top. I dropped my slacks. Lori lifted her skirt and braced herself against the bar as I split her with my cock. We fucked ferociously for less than 20 seconds before we were both coming. Something potent was driving us, but we did not discuss it. We just flopped onto the bed and went to sleep without showering.
While I sunned alone the next morning, Jose came by and offered me a frosty citrus drink. Lori and Natalie were shopping. As we talked, I had to ask some questions about the previous night. He laughed saying, "You silly Norte Americano." After shaking his head in disbelief for a few moments, he went on to tell me more about the local customs. He explained that to these islanders sex is to be enjoyed. "The more the better."
According to Jose, "The guys consider it a compliment to have a man he admires make love to his wife or girlfriend. That’s what they meant when they danced suggestively towards you and Lori. You Americans are such Puritans. You have so many taboos and carry so much guilt. You’ve developed traditions that say the more guilty you feel about something, the higher you must qualify the object for which you allow yourself to break the rule."
I looked at him perplexed. "Take any of the Ten Commandments. Everyone will say, ‘thou shall not...,’ and feel guilty if they break the commandment for something mean. However, if they convince themselves that the act is for something they have labeled, 'high value,' they justify the act. It’s all so external. There’s no internal control."
Jose was still 'teaching' me when Natalie and Lori arrived. Natalie was wearing a tiny, bright yellow thong bikini bottom and a transparent top, which hid little of her high breasts. Even so, she removed it as she sat on the sand. She leaned across me and took a sip from my drink. "Gracias," she smiled and flattened out on her stomach. "You’re welcome," I responded still feeling a sensuous tenseness where her nipple had slid across my arm.
Lori was wearing a new, much skimpier, almost sheer, orange bikini she had just purchased. She seemed perplexed trying to get used to this more daring exposure. Jose teased her inhibitions.
After some forty or so minutes of his flirtatious chatter, he asked me to help him mix some more drinks back at his place. As we parted, he leered suggestively at Lori and said smiling, "We go to make a love potion. You rest now, we can make love later." By now his insinuating, playful come-on had become commonplace, but I picked up on her sideways glance and the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.
"You see that?"
"What?" I asked.
"Your old lady’s feeling hot to trot. But to her, it’s me, and it’s wrong, so she shoves it back. She’s unable to simply say she feels sexy inside and would like to have my cock in her cunt."
I flushed, but Jose ignored me.
"Look mon, if she decides I am good enough, she will weigh this against what you might tolerate and, eventually, she will or won’t have sex with me based on all this complicated balancing act. Tell me I’m wrong."
Trying to digest what he said while acting cool, I suggested that I just think about it. Jose easily switched to another topic while we prepared 'the love potion.'
We brought back half a gallon of Margarita, and the four of us spent the rest of the afternoon sunning, swimming, laughing and flirting. By afternoon my head was spinning. Natalie and Jose had stripped completely. Lori, noticing her suit was nearly transparent when wet, removed her top, so I rid myself of my suit too. We became the objects of numerous coats of sun protection. I was growing incredibly aroused both by Natalie’s attention and the increasing expressions of interest (lust?) between Lori and Jose. Lori and I seemed to be falling, headlong, into a full-scale seduction and we did nothing to stop it. As the sun began to dip we were returning each of their caresses, tickles, and coatings of oil.
Suddenly Jose noted the lighting and announced to Natalie they should do some shooting. He was particularly interested in a cloud formation arising in the southwest through which he anticipated particularly interesting colors and light rays. As Natalie left to get ready Jose's gaze leveled on Lori’s breasts. She blushed at his boldness as very lightly he ran the back of his hand over her left nipple, and suggested she join them in the shooting. Her nipple stiffened under his touch and literally popped from under his index finger. She blushed again and laughed nervously at this all too obvious physical response to him. But although being interested, she bowed to her conservative nature and said, "Thanks. No."
They left in the Jeep, and we started walking along the beach in the direction of their photo site. Lori carried her bikini top casually in her hand, smiling and saying, "Hi," to everyone that we met. I marveled at her absolute beauty open for the entire world to enjoy, and the way she was coming to relish expressions of appreciation.
We found Jose and Natalie in a rock formation that jutted into the water. Natalie was posing in a variety of sportswear items. They interrupted their work long enough to greet us. Jose asked me to assist with the equipment. Watching him and Natalie work was fascinating. He assigned each article a name and described its personality. She was skilled at bringing life into each item. She portrayed an eye-catching sexiness that was subtle and did not overshadow the article itself.
A green, long sleeve jacket was named, Stretch, and described as envious. Wearing only the jacket, Natalia sat among some rocks pulling and biting on the coat while she twisted and squirmed. Jose was shouting encouragement in Spanish and shooting fast.
When he stopped to reload, he told Lori he would like for her and Natalie get into a tug-of-war over the 'envious' coat. Lori shrugged, "Okay," and took a couple steps into the water, but halted abruptly to Jose's, "Na na na na." She gave him a puzzled look. He laughed confidently and said, "Get rid of that," pointing to her bikini bottom. As she pondered her options, he resumed his attention to the equipment. To her questioning eyes I shouted, "Lose it, Babe! It’s time to stop worrying about what ‘everyone is thinking.’ No one’s here."
With a look of wary excitement, she tossed me her top. Turning away she slipped the bottom past the curve of her ass and let it drop on the sand. Without looking back, she ran to Natalie.
At first, they circled each other. Natalie, comfortable in this situation began laughing and growling. Lori tried to imitate each of Natalie’s sounds and gestures. Lori was stiff at first, but as the semi-drunken pair started pushing and pulling on the jacket, a type of hysteria began mounting. Jose smiled confidently behind the camera as they became more forceful. He shouted encouraging approval. Water and sand began to fly, and the jacket started ripping. I joined Jose with the enthusiasm of a bullfight fan. By the time the film ran out Lori and Natalie were so exhausted they were unable to stand and fell together into the surf laughing and gasping for air. Jose expressed great pleasure and assisted each to her feet giving a wet, rewarding kiss as he promised a showing the next day. "But tonight," he announced, "we go dancing!"
To my surprise, Lori, usually a nighttime only lover, hugged me hard as I stood at our condo sink drinking water. Her soft hands reached aggressively into my shorts and quickly had my dick standing at full attention. Turning me towards her she slipped the shorts to my ankles, dropping to her knees, and took me into her mouth. Her eagerness combined with the surprise and afternoon delights had me shooting my load on her neck and breasts within seconds. I love getting a blowjob but always found it a bit frustrating that she would not swallow my come (. . . 'for fear of choking.'). She looked up and smiled in a naughty way I had never seen before.
"Jesus!" I said lifting her up for a kiss. "Whatever brought that on . . . I want more of it."
Rubbing herself against me, she whispered, "You ask too many questions. I’ve got a pussy needing attention," and she fell backward onto the bed pulling me on top of her.
I slid down her body licking her neck and chest, and sucking her tits along the way to her pussy. The flimsy material of her suit slipped aside easily, and my tongue began lapping her juicy pussy. She ground her heels into the floor pressing her pelvis into my mouth as she squeezed her nipples and arched into a long and very intense orgasm. As it subsided, I moved up to lie alongside her watching her recover. When she opened her eyes, we looked at each other and began laughing as we had when we first became lovers 20 years ago. This was great. "I’m ready to eat and go dancing if anyone else would care to join me," Lori announced playfully.
"You can count on me," I said hugging her once again.
While showering together, I explained to Lori the local 'sex customs' as revealed to me by Jose. Appearing astonished, she reported that Natalie had alluded to the same things but she, like me, had passed it off as so much bullshit by someone on the make.
After toweling off, I slipped into some comfortable cotton slacks and a white short sleeved shirt. Lori looked enticing in her new powder blue string bikini and wrapped a matching sheer sarong around her hips. She studied herself in the mirror, swaying and turning to see the effect. She seemed pleased yet a little unsure of herself. I walked up from behind, cupped her breasts, and kissed her on the neck. As we swayed, I slipped my hands to her crotch and ruffled the strands of pubic hair sticking out the side. "Don’t you think we should get rid of these?" I asked. Though puzzled, she agreed they should be trimmed a bit. She let me do the trimming with a pair of sewing scissors and a razor. I finished by rubbing her mound with lotion, then kissed her 'tailored' bush. Fascinated by the new texture, I lingered sending Lori through another big 'O.' We rolled back and laughed again. Minutes later she slipped back into her suit and gave an approving once-over of her image in the mirror.
Standing in front of the mirror, Lori began dancing; trying to imitate the natives we’d seen the night before. I joined her, and she playfully lifted the sarong and suggestively rotated her ass against my cock. Stepping back, I found the sight of her cunt virtually bulging through the thin, blue material, and peeking between her ass cheeks incredibly arousing. She seemed to read my thoughts and put even more energy into her movements. I started to feel dizzy. I was overwhelmed at the thought her dancing like this in public, or with another guy. Would she do this with Jose?
We found Natalie sitting on Jose's porch wearing a gauzy, peach, ankle-length skirt that hung low on her hips and was slit high on her left thigh, and a cropped white tank top that left the bottom curve of her breasts exposed. She stood and greeted each of us with a hug. My hug included a kiss on the mouth (her talented tongue darted between my teeth.)
Jose appeared at the door wearing a sleeveless white undershirt and baggy pleated slacks with sandals. His curly black hair was still wet and combed straight back. He ogled Lori for a few seconds before opening his arms to embrace her. She seemed to float into his arms as he kissed her heavily while skillfully caressing her breasts and ass in the course of a three-second hug. She pushed him back and playfully scolded him for being so aggressive. We were taken to their favorite restaurant and treated to lobster. Lori seemed particularly giddy, her hands playing in my lap throughout the meal. I touched her thigh and found Jose's hand opposite mine. I just grinned at my drink as I took a nervous sip and continued to monitor the not so hidden advances of my host. (He’d already gotten to third base and I just invited it.) Our playfulness seemed to have an air of historical significance as if after tonight many things would never be the same again.
Walking towards the bar, we lingered at the shop widows longer than Jose and Natalie cared to so we separated agreeing to meet them at the bar. After a long silence, Lori asked why I had done nothing when Jose was getting so, 'friendly?'
This led to a remarkably candid, yet comfortable conversation about what each of us felt and suspected. Lori told me it seemed like she had entered a dream world of Jose's gentle voice, beautiful eyes, and sensual hands.
I told my wide-eyed wife Jose's version of the local mores, and my feeling the Natalie who, although very sophisticated, seemed itching to fuck me. I tried to discuss some of Jose's Puritan guilt stuff but didn’t do a very good job. Then, to my surprise, I told her, "I didn’t do anything about Jose because it was exciting watching you respond to him."
"Would you . . . Do you want to make love to Natalie?" Lori asked.
After a long pause, I said, "You’re damned right, but I’d never cheat on you. But for some reason, I get the feeling you are curious about what I will do if you have a go at Jose."
There was silence, with occasional wisps of smiles at nothing for three blocks.
"Well, am I right?" I asked trying to be upbeat.
I stopped walking and turned her to look at me she smiled nervously and shook her head affirmatively. I hugged her and whispered, "It’s okay."
"It’s okay for you too," she breathed warmth on my neck before kissing my cheek. We walked the rest of the way to the bar without saying more.
Jose and Natalie were dancing thigh to thigh. Noticing us, they pointed to the booth with four frosty pink rum drinks. We took a long sip then joined the dancing throng. Boldly, almost violently, slammed together in our own lustful dance. Tonight, we fit in.
In minutes our dancing groove was disrupted when she was approached for a dance. Surprised she looked to me for directions. I shrugged as if to say, "It’s your choice," but apparently the decision making took too long, and the stocky black man in baggy turquoise shorts and no shirt was gone a second before Lori turned to accept him. I found this interaction sexually charged and stepped in closer. Lori responded by straddling my thigh and pressing her crotch firmly against me as we were swept into the erotic dance of our life. We kissed. Her feminine warmth surged up my leg. My erection strained against my slacks. Before we broke off our humping, I was aware of another's presence. A very short, black guy, peering beneath the brim of a Panama hat with sparkling black eyes and an eager smile on his raisin like face, displayed his interest in a dance by ferociously humping her ass. As if to throw herself into the spirit of the evening she stepped away from me and turned to her as yet unseen suitor saying, "When in Rome...," and almost started laughing at the sight of this little man. She did however manage to reestablish her composure and soon became aware of the fact that his small stature was no indication of any lack of sexual energy and confidence. To his obvious disappointment, he had less than a minute with her before she was on to the next. Before I could recover from this stunning circumstance, a third had moved in. Lori had apparently been converted and was now, smiling and laughing with her partners fully engaged in the spirit of this tropical night and her sudden popularity.
As this seemed to be likely to go on for some time, I decided to sit for a while and have another drink. The music was pounding in my head, and my wife was only occasionally visible among the fifty or so dancers that were beginning to look like a sea of groping hands, thighs, breasts, butts, and swinging dicks.
As I finished my drink, Natalie slipped into the booth, took a sip of hers and said in mock accent, "Let’s shake it, Meester." Laughing I took her hand and fell into the relentless mass of pulsating human flesh. Sweaty men and women were bumping and grinding and running their hands over each other with abandon.
Natalie danced tight on my leg. She slipped her left hand between her thigh and my cock and gave it a squeeze, then smiled wickedly at me and pulled my mouth to hers with her right hand. The kiss was long and probing. When we broke it off a man next to us danced/humped from behind his partner while both smiled widely at us. She was tall and slender and looked to be a beautiful genetic mix with olive colored skin. I felt dazed and dizzy looking into her light green eyes. I was aware of her hips gyrating to the beat as she inched her red skirt higher and higher under her man’s groping hand and finally revealing a delta of white satin he squeezed against her sex.
Oh shit! It hit me like a sandbag to the back of my head. He wants me to fuck her . . . And she ain’t arguing’! I smiled and nodded but tried to gesture that I was more interested in Natalie. His smile of understanding seemed weak. (I suspected he had set his sights on some action with beautiful Natalie.)
Natalie began running her fingernails up my back and her tongue through my ear. As we hump danced, I was sure I was about to shoot my wad and tried to distract myself by looking at the other dancers.
I spotted Lori. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned back and balanced herself by holding onto Jose's large biceps as maneuvered her along his thigh. She moved with hard jerky humps. When the crowd between us cleared a bit, I could see he had one hand at the small of her back, and the other held her ass and pulled her hard against his exaggerated undulations. Somehow she made eye contact with me, but it seemed she had to force her mind through a fog to recognize me. When consciousness finally came through she shouted something at me I could not hear.
The song ended, and we tumbled together into our booth. The wet smell of hot male bodies lifted from her humid skin. I started to hug her, and she grabbed my head, buried her tongue in my mouth, and kissed me deeper than she ever had. She was breathing heavily. Then she pulled back, took several gulps of her drink, and studied me with intense fear in her eyes. "What is it?" I asked.
The stare continued. She took another long drink. Then she said, "Don’t hate me . . . "
I feared to press on but found myself getting increasingly excited as the moment of 'the question' (and the exciting/frightening answer) struggled to the surface.
"I . . . ," she started.
Closing her eyes and taking a big breath, "I’m sorry. You’re not mad at me, are you?" She swallowed hard continuing to catch her breath.
Surprised at her question, I laughed, "No. I’m having a good time too. You are not mad at me are you?"
Natalie just shook her head, "No."
"Good," I kissed her. "Have fun."
Natalie and I continued to dance ever closer both front to front and with me behind her. Lori and Jose were doing the same, but she seemed to continually seek me out with a questioning look on her eye. Finally, Natalie suggested we go. "She’ll never loosen her tight American ass as long as she’s worried about what you’ll think."
"Her ‘tight, American ass,’" I protested.
"Yeah, that’s what Jose calls that stiffness in the lower back of American women. Look how he’s trying to get her to loosen up by moving her with his hands and, see there, he’s telling her to watch that black woman next to them. Yeah, do it like that, sister!" she laughed.
Over Natalie’s head, I continued to watch Jose and Lori. Each held the other’s right forearm, and a leg between that of the other’s. They were leaning back, close to the floor, their crotches met, and began rising and falling together; Jose's erection very evident. He guided her left hand to the end of his prominence, but she jerked back and looked for around the room.
"Let’s go," Natalie said abruptly while chewing on my right ear. "You just signal your little wife you’re leaving with me."
I did. Lori gave a little wave, goodbye.
As Natalie and I stepped into the surrounding garden sounds of lovemaking were mingled with that of the tropical night creatures. She stopped me almost immediately to give full focus to a long tongue search of my mouth. I reached under her ass cheeks to pull her to me. She stood tiptoe on one leg and wrapped the other around my waist. Deftly she lifting my dick from my slacks with her finger pushed her panties to the side with her thumb and buried me within her in a single push. She shuddered and began a lengthy orgasm that subsided minutes after I had erupted into her. Shit, I’d just screwed her in less time than it would take to dial her phone number.
We recovered. She took me by the hand and said, "Come this way," as she led me around the outside of the cabana.
She explained, "I saw you looking. It really turns you on to watch Lori with Jose. So now that she thinks you’re gone, she will be less inhibited. You’ll both get what you want now!"
I started to protest, but she kissed me and began backing up towards the building. Then, smiling impishly, she tugged on my hand until I submitted to her demand and walked with her.
Through a lattice, we could see the whole dance floor. Lori’s hips were indeed loosening up with Jose and, occasionally with one of his friends; sometimes two of them. For several minutes she leaned forward with her hands on her knees and rocked her ass while Jose and two of his friends took turns humping her. The third guy tossed her sarong over her ass and firmly wedged his bulging erection between her cheeks. He took her hands and placed them around his ass. When she started to pull him hard against her, he fondled her breasts roughly.
Jose took her again. They leaned back holding forearms, with their legs intertwined. His cock stood high in his pants. As their hips came together, he repeatedly maneuvered it in the crease along the underside of her bikini. I could tell she was about to come by the spasmodic rapidity of her humping and the glazed, distant look in her eyes. Then Jose smashed himself against her for several long powerful strokes. Lori’s abandoned all pretense of inhibition, coming in waves of pleasure against him. When she stopped, he loosened his hold he pointed to a wet stain across the peak in his slacks.
It took several seconds, but Lori finally realized what had happened. They fell into their seats, laughing, and hugged long. Later they walked out the door in the direction of the resort.
We followed. Coming through a grove of trees along the beach I could hear Lori’s voice. Then we saw their silhouette against the waves glowing in the bright moonlight. Lori and Jose stood close to each other. She was naked and looked very small and vulnerable as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and index finger on each hand. Her trembling hands fumbled to unsnap his slacks, and then, with both hands, lift his cock between her breasts.
I started to move on, but Natalie insisted I watch. "This is the only way a man truly comes to accept sexuality as natural, and good. Don’t hide from anything," she whispered in my ear and pulled me to the soft ground. "Let’s enjoy each other and watch them make love."
Jose leaned down kissing Lori on the forehead, nose, and lips. She devoured his kiss and welcomed the advance of his hand to her crotch by wrapping one leg high and wide around his leg and pulling him forward with pressure from her heel against the back of his thigh.
Jose removed his shirt, then kicked off his sandals and dropped his slacks. His ample erection looked like an unreal and menacing black pillar wobbling in the dim night-light. He guided Lori’s onto her knees, then pressed her face against his thighs and encouraged her to kiss his legs and stomach. As she did so, he guided his instrument of sex across her cheeks, chin, and forehead.
Lori’s teacher placed the giant in her hands directed her to stroke it slowly. Her actions were clumsy at first but seemed to gradually find a natural rhythm. Expressing his pleasure he knelt beside her and laid her on her back. His face lowered to her breasts and slowly began licking and sucking while his hand slipped between her legs. Lori arched her back and stroked him faster. Jose licked slowly down her stomach and started kissing her pussy. Breathing hard she spread her legs and lifted her hips off the ground. Skillfully he slipped his tongue between her lips and inserting a finger. A high pitched cry announced her pleasure to the heavens.
Natalie stirred beside me. 'He’s a very good lover. Lots of girls want him.' Tongue in my ear she whispered, 'You just watch them. I’ll show you something too.' She kissed down my chest and stomach and began licking my slightly sore cock and balls.
Lori pulled Jose by his hair up to her mouth to kiss him. As she did this Jose lifted her left leg high and wide and gently began pressing his penis against the pussy that was eager to receive him. Her body began to quiver uncontrollably. He spoke softly and kissed her face. She swore as she twisted and squirmed, digging her fingernails into his arms as his manliness began to stretch her from the inside out a little bit more with each stroke. With Jose's cock inside her, she went into a frenzy and continued to pull him with her arms and legs and mouth into herself as deeply as possible.
Lori’s orgasm began crashing over her. Breathlessly she cried, "Oh god, fuck me, Jose. Oh god! Oh god! I’m so full. Oh fuck, I’m full! Oh! Oh! . . . O- o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!," and smothered his face with kisses. He was patient, giving her every bit of attention before letting himself blast within her. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly then stretched out skyward and squealed with a final squeeze of pleasure. I shot my juice into Natalie’s mouth.
Typical to new lovers their relaxation was short. As their ardor began to heat up, Jose told Lori he wanted her mouth. She was hesitant. Holding Jose's glistening pole with two hands, she hugged it to her cheeks and then attempted to lick it. The first couple of times she misjudged the distance before actually making contact with her tongue. She then sat back on her heels studying the 'log' thoughtfully. Leaning forward she brought it to her lips.
Responding to his gentle directions, she licked around the large head then slowly down to his balls and back again to the head. Gradually she began a series of unsuccessful attempts to take it into her mouth. He took her by the head and began directing her movements as he spoke to her in low tones about the need to relax and just let it in rather than trying to take it in. She was a willing student and soon had Jose's bulb between her teeth. She relaxed a bit, popped it out, and, laughing at the sound, wiped her chin before taking it in again. This time it slipped in more easily. Whenever she seemed to strain he would comfort her with gentle words of encouragement and direction. Each time she took him back into her mouth he would penetrate a bit more deeply. Then, as it began to reach the back of her throat, she started to gag. Again and again, he would gently and confidently talk her through it.
Feeling his pressure rising, Jose told Lori she must swallow it and keep sucking him after it comes. Briefly, she seemed to lose her focus and a gag. But again he reassured her, guiding her gently over his dick telling her of his coming eruption. As he blasted in her mouth her reaction to pull away was prevented by his firm pressure on her head. For a moment Lori appeared to choke, but within seconds she regained her focus and eagerly gave him all the pleasure she could. When Jose released her head and lay back, he was treated to the warm sensation of Lori sucking all he had to offer. As he rolled onto his side, she stretched out beside him with her head on his stomach and continued to gently nurse on his large, flaccid cock. Natalie and I got up quietly and walked to her condo.
When I opened my eyes the next morning’s light Natalie and I were wrapped in each other’s arms. She looked so young and beautiful with her black hair splayed across her neck and the pillow. Her eyes opened inches from mine and looked around as if to test reality. Satisfied, she smiled and hugged me closer to her.
Around 10:00 we walked to my condo where we snacked on fruit as we lounged and talked. Natalie had a surprising intellect especially in areas of international politics.
As noon approached, there was a single knock on the door, and Lori entered looking relaxed and confident. She wished Natalie a 'Good morning' walking directly to me. We kissed tenderly and stepped out onto the back deck. I followed.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Good. . . . and yourself?"
"Uh . . . I think okay. Jose has asked me to spend the day with him, then meet you and Natalie at the bar tonight. I’d like to. Is it okay?"
"Natalie and I are doing fine. This is pretty damned exciting and confusing, but it seems a rare chance . . . And, I guess if there are problems, we can work them out later. Okay?."
"Sure," she responded in a tone begging for confidence.
"Have a good time. I’ll see you tonight." We kissed briefly then she disappeared through the door.
Natalie and I settled into hammocks on the deck with a bowl of fruit between us. Several minutes later Jose and Lori emerged from his house au natural and headed down the beach hand in hand. The sight of them gave me a hard-on which Natalie found quite humorous. An hour later Rita, a gorgeous native friend of Natalie’s appeared in the doorway. Natalie introduced us. After visiting briefly, we decided to go with to a small island about five miles from shore. We motored there on jet skis, and I spent the rest of the day snorkeling and lying on the beach with two gorgeous women. When Natalie and I began making love, Rita joined in. Her being equally comfortable with both genders made for an interesting afternoon. I was most impressed with her ability to truly deep throat me and loved the sensation of my cock pulsing against her tonsils.
We returned to the resort in the early evening. I ate a bit of dinner and fell fast asleep on the couch. With a lurch, I awoke in darkness to the sound of Natalie’s soft voice asking if I was there. I had been sleeping fitfully dreaming about my concern for Lori. Natalie flipped on a light. She looked like a goddess in a long, very sheer dress. Her hair was pulled back and to the right and held in place with a gold band. She moved towards me. The dress molded to her body showing her dark nipples and the glimmer of a metallic gold bikini bottom. She was gorgeous, very sexy and distracted me from my anxiety about Lori.
Teasing me with a tickle and an ear bite she chided me for sleeping past our date time. I continued taking in her beauty for a couple of minutes before getting up and promising to be showered and ready in half an hour. Natalie called a cab.
Natalie sang a variety of popular songs, quite well in fact, while I showered and dressed. Before I was ready, Rita had joined her, and they performed a beautiful duet.
We arrived at the bar a little after 11:00. The dancers were well into the rhythm of the night. We were quick to join them. By the second song, another couple indicating their interest in an exchange approached Natalie and me. I was inclined to stay with Natalie, but she insisted I continue to sample the delights of the island.
The woman who became my partner was approximately my height with very dark skin and hair. Her teeth glowed in the semi-darkness as she pulled me against her dancing extremely close and humping in triplets. Not only did she press her pussy on my thigh but all around my ass as well as she encircled me handling all of my parts as we danced. This woman was indeed a fuck machine, and she was going to have me. She left no doubt about that as she managed to push me towards the doorway to the garden. Fondling each other shamelessly, we stumbled into the darkness.
She was out of her light green skirt and tank top while I still fumbled with my belt. Finally, I was out of my slacks and shirt with her kneeling in front of me sucking my whole roll; all the way to my balls. Before I came, I rolled her onto her stomach. She stretched out her arms laying her face on the lawn while offering her large ass high in the air. My engorged cock sank into her hot depths instantly. We fucked hard and came in less than a minute.
With my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see what earlier I could only hear. We watched a woman take on five guys while we kissed and stroked each other. However, my partner soon made it clear that it was early and she had more fucking to do, so slipped back into our clothes and walked back into the bar.
Wearing a tight, red and yellow skirt slit to her hip, and a matching tank top, Lori was seated on a bar stool between Jose and tall, slender black man. He had one gold tooth shining from his perpetual smile. She leaned alternately against each of them, frequently stroking both as they talked. The other man took liberties with her that indicated considerable previous intimacy. His huge black hand slid inside her skirt or into her top whenever he consumed her mouth with his large lips and probing tongue. When he stopped, Jose would take his place, or they’d both be at her. She looked like a bitch in heat in the midst of a persistent pair of male dogs. Finally, a resigned quiver washed over Lori, and her legs fell open. Long, ebony fingers slipped under ivory colored panties. Apparently, they found the right spots as she began bucking against the touch. They rose together, danced, no, mauled each other, without regard for the music. It took only the slightest direction for her to expose her backside to him and slide his masculine protuberance along her ass.
My voyeurism was interrupted when a very tall, Latino, who seemed to know Natalie well, stopped by. They embraced like old friends, and she introduced me to Ruben. Several minutes later they were on the dance floor. They seemed to talk and laugh at a feverish pace as they moved around each other with seductive contact. To my surprise, Natalie began dancing suggestively towards me while Ruben humped her from the back and grazed the golden material clinging to her sex with two long, slender fingers. After she waved me toward her for the second time, I followed her command. To my surprise, he remained even after I pressed myself against her. She was, in fact, sandwiched between us as we rolled and swayed with the music. Finally, I could take no more. Natalie felt this and directed me towards the door. All three of us moved quickly into the dark, humid night. In seconds we stripped her. By the time I got out of my clothes, she was sucking Ruben's cock. I dropped behind her and slammed into her wet, hot cunt. Moments later she turned around and swallowed my dick and Ruben took no time to fill her back up at the other end. We pumped mercilessly for ten to fifteen minutes before we all came and collapsed in a sweaty pile.
I returned to consciousness and thought I heard Lori laughing. There were several groups and pairs enjoying erotic adventures. Then I heard it again. I was sure it was she. Finally, through the dim light, her light skin distinguished itself from those around her. She was on her knees bouncing up and down on a cock while she ministered orally to another. She laughed again as a third coaxed the one at her mouth to let him in. She eagerly reached for the new cock and jacked it hard while popping it in and out of her mouth so fast he came in less than thirty seconds.
They continued to roll about playfully engaging in short bursts of sex from time to time. Assuming one of the men was Jose I was surprised to see him arrive with Rita on his arm and join them. Jose and Rita slipped out of their clothes. The men sat back and responded approvingly as Rita began showing her new and willing pupil the pleasures of woman to woman lovemaking. Again Lori responded to the new sexual expression with passionate eagerness. When she began her first muff dive one of the guys fucked her from behind. Rita came. Then Lori turned around and began doing him with her mouth. The sight of her shiny ass in the moonlight flipped a switch in me, and I crawled over and started fucking her. I couldn’t believe how hard she humped back on my 'anonymous' cock. I didn’t have anything left to shoot, but after the other guy came, she took me into her mouth. Lori seemed to be unable to get enough dick tonight. I smiled as she recognized me and seemed to give me extra special treatment. While I enjoyed her talented tongue, Jose plowed her again. His girth soon had her attention in another direction, so I simply sat back and watched her come again.
Natalie and I returned to the bar. We danced but had no more energy for screwing. Mostly we laughed about everything that had happened during the past few days. An hour later Lori and Jose entered. She looked remarkably together and happy as we met them in a booth. We hugged tightly. When we kissed, there was the unmistakable musky smell of pussy and semen about her. I expected her to be timid, but she pulled the back of my head and sunk her tongue deep into my mouth as if to say, "This is me. You might as well know it now!" I kissed back just as hard hoping she understood my approval.
In the morning light, we drank juice, lounged, and argued playfully as we tried to reconstruct the events of the night before. I found it interesting trying to see the sexual encounter from a woman’s point of view. I was in awe listening to her. "I was just drawn to the fearless joy these people find in sex. Christ, Craig, can you believe how much I’ve changed in just a couple of days?"
Later, Jose called and invited us to dinner, suggesting we go dancing afterward. Lori and I were too tired, but he convinced us to try. We were sure we could not make it again. But once we heard the music and got among the friendly people who now seemed like friends, we immediately joined the dancing mass with all of our energy. After about an hour I noticed a particularly attractive, American looking, couple. They were near the bar talking with Jose. I recalled seeing them about the condos yesterday. Lori noticed them too. Spontaneously I stepped behind Lori, pulled her ass against me and we began dancing towards them (Cari and Dan, as we would later know them). Lori knew immediately what I had in mind and instantly transformed herself into a sultry bitch in heat as I rubbed her and pulled her dress up her legs. When we were about 10’ away, they noticed us and responded with hesitant smiles, looked back to Jose who nodded with a knowing smile and gestured with his hand for them to move on. Immediately they began returning our provocative dancing closing the distance even more. I felt strangely comfortable with the thrill of simultaneously wanting to screw his buxom, brunet, and feeling Lori's urge to fuck her professor looking husband.
By the time we were within arm's length from each other both women were rocking to the marimba rock while exposed to the waist. Cari was wearing sheer red panties through which her small black triangle was visible. Dan’s interest in Lori’s sexual display was very noticeable, and I knew he was being treated to sheer white satin stretched snugly against her love mound. I humped Lori’s ass harder and began lightly caressed her breasts with my hands as we danced even faster. . . And closer to our prey.
Lori reached confidently for Dan as I held out my hand to Cari. They were both sexually eager, but their inexperience showed in the questioning eye contact that continued intermittently after changing partners. Although hesitant, Dan and Cari were willing to follow our lead.
I savored the thrill of getting behind Cari, lifting her skirt over her ass and sliding my cock between her nervous cheeks while her bewildered, but overwhelmed, husband watched in amazement at his little wife’s lack of inhibition.
She arched her very flexible back hard as I ran my hands under her top. Wriggling with delight, she grabbed my pole. Dan, full of Lori’s sensuous care, was still unable to entirely disconnect with Cari and me. Just to tease him, when we were close enough for him to hear me I massaged her cunt and said, "Let’s step out," nodding towards the stairway to the garden. She moved without saying anything. Outside, Cari shuddered as my fingers dipped deeply into her snatch.
With the heated passion of new sex, we rolled and humped and touched. When I unzipped my pants Cari’s mouth raced to my cock. She swallowed it with complete abandon saying, "You taste so good," in muffled tones as she licked, kissed and sucked.
Hand in hand Lori and Dan skipped through the doorway and into the garden not twenty feet from us. In seconds she had both of them free of their clothes, Dan on his back, and was frigging her pussy with his cock until it was fully hard before settling on in and bouncing to both of their great satisfaction.
But Cari stopped blowing me before I came. She crawled up over me, we kissed, and then she asked if I would fuck her in the ass. "Please. Dan won’t. I like my dildo in there, but I want to feel a real cock.” She rolled over, and I climbed over her soft round ass. This was a first for me, but I was very interested in giving butt fucking a try.
I spat on my dick and pressed against her anus, penetrating just a bit before the muscles squeezed the opening shut. I pulled back and stuffed as much saliva and pussy juice as I could up her anus. Then I tried again. Gradual relaxation allowed slow entry into this tight opening. Cari quivered excitedly as I began to fill her.
As we began to fuck, she reached back and stroked my balls. I rubbed her clit and sopping wet vagina and tried to concentrate on not coming too fast.
When I burst within Cari, she stretched out in a long, silent orgasmic spasm. Finally, she took a breath and proceeded to have a nearly endless series of orgasms, each of which seemed to pull my cock deeper into her hot, tight ass.
Lying on the beach the next day with Dan and Cari we discovered our homes are only 75 miles apart. The thought of being able to see each other on occasion is, indeed, a pleasant thought. We discussed the possibilities of getting together as Jose walked by.
Jose said, "Hi," but his knowing eyes scanned the beach ahead picking up the gaze of an attractive couple, who seemed to be awkwardly trying to adjust the casual nudity on the beach. Jose introduced himself and talked easily as rum drinks were delivered. The young man glanced nervously between Jose and his wife who tried unsuccessfully to hide her attraction for their host. Then, as if it was a complete surprise, Georgette, another gorgeous friend of Jose's joined them. She flirted with the husband. We looked at each other and laughed as she had him help her from her bikini top. In seconds she had him in hand and was running to the surf leaving Jose alone with his wife.
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