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Before It's Too Late

By: coolpen



Bob and Jen had been married for a long time – was it too late to swing for the first time?

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How would it start? What would we say? Is it something that we'd plan or just something that would turn up unexpectedly, not unwelcome but not invited either?

Let's go back a little. 

Here we are, Bob and Jen, well into middle age now with the kids gone, the end of the mortgage in sight, happy and contented and, more than anything, comfortable with each other and yet ... and yet there are the what ifs: what if we'd met someone else all those years ago; what if I'd accepted that offer from the wife of those friends of ours from two houses and two towns ago; what if you hadn't come back to us after the break you took while consumed with depression after the birth of our second child? And what if we play out the fantasy of being with someone else, the fantasy that was tossed into the conversation at dinner with friends of friends a few nights ago as easily as a joint is passed around with the cognac?

I remember we were both a little uncomfortable at first, not because of the tone of the conversation – hell we're both broad minded – but because, inadvertently, we were in danger of speaking an unspoken truth between us: that now after all the years of struggle and hard work we've finally arrived at a place with no worries and a rosy future before us, except that although we wouldn't be with anyone else we both wonder what it would be like being with someone else.

Before it's too late.

"Are you ok to drive hon?" Jen was slouched in the seat beside me as I drove as carefully as I could, not wanting to attract the attention of any passing police cruiser.

"Yeah I'm fine. Anyway, I can't remember the last time I saw a cop within ten miles of here." That's one of the big advantages of being our age: enough money to buy the seclusion and quietness of a house in the hills. It also means that our neighbours are of a similar age and outlook.

I glanced over at Jen. "I didn't know Mike and Elaine before; did you?"

"No me neither." she replied. "I knew someone had moved into the house but not who. They're a really nice couple. I hope we see them again."

And I hoped that too. From the moment we walked into their house it felt easy, like we'd know each other for years; a couple of cocktails before dinner and then Elaine's wonderful cooking, plenty of wine and lots of noisy conversation punctuated with laughter. At one point I'd had tears rolling down my face as I laughed at something Mike had said and in the middle of this Elaine had just said "Hell we're laughing like a foursome at a wife-swap party" and we laughed all the harder until exhausted we quietened down and Jen asked "Is this how people laugh...when they're... when they're doing that?"

As Jen told me later, it had been on the tip of her tongue to ask "Now how would you know that Elaine?" but she'd thought better of it and quickly re-phrased her question to the less intrusive one she had asked.

And that was how the conversation had changed from careless laughter to intense conversation, at times almost philosophical, deep and probing. Jen had asked: "Do you think a marriage can really survive infidelity, even when it's condoned and mutual?" 

"But it's not infidelity if you both agree to it. Infidelity is literally a breaking of faith and if you both agree then you're not breaking that faith." Elaine sounded almost exasperated, as if she wanted Jen to agree with her.

"But how would you feel if you knew that Mike was having sex with another woman?" returned Jen. Mike seemed almost startled that he had been included by name in the conversation.

"But it's not like that either; it's not 'another woman'." Elaine exaggerated the words, making quote marks in the air with her fingers. "It's the wife of the man that you're having sex with at the same time."

"Mmm I'll have to think about that one," smiled Jen defusing the tension a little. She put her hand on my thigh under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze or maybe she just wanted the comfort of knowing that I was there, that my presence made it safe.

Mike and I had watched the exchange between Elaine and Jen with quiet fascination, our two wives arguing the point about fidelity and then Jen apparently almost conceding Elaine's point.

I had an erection under the table that was threatening to burst out of my pants and I was concerned that Jen would discover it. Would she be upset that I found the conversation arousing? We were discussing swapping and Jen wasn't just dismissing it out of hand. I guess every guy has had had the fantasy a few times but here we were openly talking about it or at least discussing it.

I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the pressure on my cock a little and I was sure that everyone noticed what I was doing.

"I think that the biggest danger would be jealousy." I felt that I had to add something to the conversation. "I mean it could be very easy for one partner to feel that the other was more attracted to the other person's partner or ..." I stopped, realising that I was making the point badly but the other three were waiting for me, waiting to hear what I had to say.

"No go on Bob." said Mike.

I took a slug of wine and cleared my throat. "Well supposing, just for the sake of argument, that it was the four of us, y'know swapping. I think there could be a real chance that Elaine could become jealous of Jen with you Mike," I gestured in his direction "or that I could become jealous of you with Jen, or some other combination. Do you see what I mean?"

Jen laughed. "By 'some other combination'," this time Jen used her fingers to make quote marks in the air "you don't mean me with Elaine do you? I know that you men get off on that fantasy."

She leant across the table and took Elaine's hand in a conspiratorial way. "If that happened we sisters would have to look out for each other." She winked at Elaine and we all laughed. I'd never heard Jen like this before. She's no prude for sure, we have a good bedroom repertoire but she is at heart a private person. Maybe she was changing, coming out of her shell. 

"Yeah, yeah." I waved at the laughter. "But it's an important point." Suddenly we were quiet again and the personalisation of the conversation had brought us face to face with the reality of it.

"No you're right Bob." Mike came to my rescue. "But the only way to keep jealousy at bay is to be open, I mean completely open, everything shared, absolutely nothing hidden; jealousy feeds on imagined inequalities, on the perception that something is being withheld."

There'd been a pause in the conversation after that as each of us absorbed the truth of what Mike had said and the impossibility of surmounting that hurdle of openness. For me, and I'm sure it was true for Jen as well, I imagined how a conversation between us might go: "Honey, did you ever think about swinging, you know, wife swapping; do you think it might be fun, that we should give it a go?" I imagined the thoughts that would race through Jen's head: "My god he's trying to tell me he's having an affair" or "He's not happy with me, he wants someone else." Even if that's what we both wanted, how could we possibly risk broaching the subject without knowing that the other would be receptive to the suggestion?

Mike moved round the table topping up our drinks; he filled the glasses easily but when he came to Jen he paused and then poured the wine more slowly into her glass so that the trickling sound of the wine grabbed our attention. Into the silence he dropped the question that we had all been thinking: "Have you two ever thought about it? Swapping?" He continued to pour the wine, the trickling sensuous sound of the liquid filling the silence left by his question.

Jen broke the silence, laughing lightly as she answered to mask her discomfort. "Well no, never, have we hon?" turning to me and in that instant all of us knowing that we all had thought about it, thought about it a lot and were now thinking about it more seriously and the chance of the opportunity that presented itself.

Jen had fallen asleep on the drive home but woke as the car scrunched over the gravel of the drive. We didn't talk much as we got ready for bed, Jen in her nightie and me nude. That wasn't unusual; Jen had always been a chilly person, wanting more bed covers than me and then of course there was the usual fumbling under the covers and the sweet almost ritualistic surrender as Jen gave up her nightie and her body to our lovemaking. Then there were the nights when Jen came to bed naked, discarding her nightie in the bathroom and signalling her desire to have her own sexual needs satisfied but tonight we were both absorbed in our thoughts and had had enough to drink to make sleep come easily and quickly. We cuddled and kissed as we always did and then turned over to sleep. 

I must have fallen asleep almost immediately but woke, disturbed by Jen's breathing. Instead of the slow, steady rhythm of sleep she seemed to be holding her breath and then releasing it in a series of little bursts before breathing in again with a gasp that she held. I was about to touch her shoulder and ask her if she was alright but then something else broke into my sleepy senses; there was a rhythmic sound from Jen's side of the bed and in the gloom of the bedroom I could just make out the covers on Jen's side moving in time with the sound.

I held my breath and lay as still as I could, at first not believing what my senses told me was happening but there was no doubt about it: Jen was masturbating and I knew in an instant that it was for her alone, that she wouldn't welcome any intrusion from me.

Of course I knew that Jen masturbated and she knew that I did. We masturbated together at home and when I'd been away on business trips we'd talk on the phone – steamy conversations, mutual masturbation separated by a hundred miles. I'd call Jen around ten in the evening when I knew that she'd be in bed after seeing to our then young children. "I miss you." I'd say. "I miss you too," she'd reply. "I can smell your smell on the pillow and if I touch myself I can imagine it's you, your hands caressing me, teasing me." and even though there was no way of knowing I knew for certain that she'd be stretching and arching as her hands ran over her breasts and belly, her nipples hardening in response to her own touch. "You're making me wet," she'd say. "You're making me hard," I'd reply and I'd lie on my back stroking my erection as I cradled the phone to my ear. "What are you doing right now?" "Stroking my cock, thinking of you. "Are you going to make yourself cum?" "Yes, and you?" "Mmm of course." "Are your fingers wet?" "Yes, wet and..." I'd hear her slurp as she lifted them to her mouth. "...wet and creamy." and then that little mewing sound as she explored her fold again and found her clitoris. "I'm cumming sweetie, cum with me" and I'd increase my speed, beating my meat for all I was worth. "Cumming, cumming..." "Me too...now..." and I'd cum, spurting my semen onto my chest and belly listening all the while as Jen's mewing turned to a series of little gasps as she orgasmed, the same little gasps that I could hear now as I lay besides her in the dark.

My cock hardened as I thought of her fingers wet with her juices and I held my bursting member as I listened. I wanted to stroke myself and cum with her but the difference was that tonight Jen wasn't masturbating with me, she was masturbating with someone else, someone imagined, perhaps an imagination fired by the conversation at dinner.

But who? 

I lay still as Jen settled herself but I knew that she wasn't sleeping. I wanted desperately to move over to her, to lift her nightie and enter her from behind – spoons.

"You awake hon?" Jen wasn't moving but the sound of my voice seemed to freeze her; she had thought that I was asleep all the while. I moved over to her and snuggled into her, my cock nestled between her cheeks. The hem of her nightie was still up around her waist. "Don't know why but I just woke up feeling horny for you."

I could almost hear Jen's mind racing as she tried to guess whether I'd heard her masturbating. "Mmm that feels good." Jen wriggled her ass against my erection. "What woke you?"

"Oh I don't know but I'm glad that I did." I held my cock and moved it between her legs, feeling the slippery wetness there from her orgasm. She was still tense and I knew that she'd be wondering how to explain the state she was in but I said nothing and just eased myself into her. "You're wet; you feeling horny too?"

"I am now," she replied, pushing back to bury my cock in her.

We moved together in a familiar and comforting way but somehow I felt detached from her. What had she been thinking while she'd masturbated? Had she imagined herself with someone else? Was it Mike she was thinking of? Had the dinner conversation gone deeper than I'd thought?

I pulled at her hips, thrusting harder, wanting to reclaim her for myself.

"Hey, steady tiger." Jen changed her position a little. "Go easy hon."

Would Elaine say that? Elaine? Where the hell had that thought come from? Suddenly my mind was full of Elaine and it was Elaine that I was fucking and Elaine wouldn't say 'go easy'; she'd say 'fuck me Bob, fuck me'.

I eased up, slowing to a stop and we lay like that for a moment until Jen pulled off me, turning over to face me.

"You ok hon?" She stroked my face and kissed my forehead.

"Yeah, I'm ok, just a little more tired than I thought."

"Me too. Sleep well." She kissed me again and then turned over, settling her head into her pillow and then, as if to reassure me: "I do love you, always."

"I love you too Jen."

And we do love each other; but something had changed.



It was couple of weeks later when I bumped into Elaine in the mall. She had spotted me first and called out. "Hey Bob."

I turned and she was standing waving and smiling at me. "Hey, it's so good to see you." She came over and embraced me, perhaps a little effusively but nothing more than that. "We had such fun with you guys the other night, you are both such good company."

She took my arm as we walked and I offered to buy her a coffee.

"Look, I hope you don't think we were coming on to you at dinner."

"No, no, not at all. It was an interesting conversation."

"Wasn't it though? It made me horny as hell and I sure jumped on Mike after you two had gone."

I was a little taken aback at Elaine's openness but joined her laughter. I was aware that as we talked my mind was wandering and my penis stiffening, imagining being 'spoons' with her in bed. What would she be like and would she really say 'Fuck me Bob, fuck me' as I had imagined when I was in bed with Jen?

"We must get together again soon. Come over to our place. Why don't you call Jen and fix a date? I'll tell her we met." As I said the words I knew where I wanted this to go but how? Was Jen, my lovely loyal Jen, up for this as well? 

Later, when I got home I told Jen about my meeting Elaine and she seemed really interested, even excited. "How was she?" she asked.

"Oh very bubbly. She's a real live wire and very attractive." Now why the hell did I add that? Was I trying subconsciously to push this along?

"Yes she is, isn't she, very attractive." There was no hint or tone in Jen's reply to suggest that she was uncomfortable with my remark. "In fact they are a very attractive couple, the two of them and good fun too," Jen continued. "I think that the four of us could become very good friends."

Was I reading something into this, wanting to hear an enthusiasm in Jen's voice which would lead us forward? We'd made love a few times since we spent the evening with Mike and Elaine and it was our usual warm and comfortable lovemaking. But there were moments when Jen seemed distracted, as if her mind was on something or someone else and I confess that my mind wandered as well. I'd catch myself concentrating on the sensation of my penis sliding in and out of Jen and trying to transfer the feeling as if I were making love with Elaine. Would Elaine feel like this? Would she feel hot and wet like Jen or tighter or looser or more aggressive or what? Was Jen doing the same as me, trying to experience my penis as if it were Mike's or someone else's?

Jen kept a vibrator in the drawer of her bedside cabinet and I checked it one morning. It worked fine but there was no way of telling if it had a new battery. I noted its position in the drawer and then checked a couple of days later. It was in a different place which must mean that Jen had been using it. Well maybe she'd always used it during the day – I'd never checked before.

Never checked!

What was happening here? Doubt and suspicion seemed to be creeping into our marriage and here I was spying on my wife. Was I jealous of Jen's vibrator or just very excited that she was using it, wanting to believe that it might be a precursor to something with Mike and Elaine? I knew this couldn't go on. I had to do something.

Jen was at the sink rinsing the coffee maker as I readied to go to work. I stood behind her and put my arms around her, pressing my semi erect penis against her butt. That was another thing; I seemed to have an erection most of the time nowadays.

"Do you know how much I love you and what a very sexy lady you are?"

"Hey that's nice honey. And you're a very sexy guy too." She turned her head so that I could kiss her as she wriggled her butt against my now fully erect penis. "Now is that all for me or are you saving it for someone else?" 

I was stunned at Jen's words. Was she suggesting something here? I decided to play along with her.

"Well it's all for you if you want it but I'm sure there are other ladies who might fancy a bit of your handsome husband." I was intrigued to see where this would lead.

"Oh really?" Jen made a show of snapping off her marigolds, turning as she did so that we were now facing each other. She put her hands on my butt and pulled me into her, grinding herself against my erection. "And what about the guys out there who fancy a piece of your very sexy wife?"

"Which other guys do you have in mind?" Our eyes were locked and we were smiling at each other. It was still a game, but only just.

"Well I got the distinct impression that Mike took a shine to me the other evening and I don't think you were disappointed with Elaine, were you?"

So was that it? Was it Mike that had grabbed Jen's attention? But I still wasn't sure. I tried again.

"Ah I see. That conversation at dinner hey? Is my lovely wife thinking of joining the swinging set?"

I'd thrown down the gauntlet; what would Jen say now?

"Well I don't think I'm the only one in this family that got excited at dinner that night. You had a boner that was threatening to bust your pants didn't you?" She grinned broadly at this and slipped her hand down between us, holding my now rigid cock through the fabric of my pants. "We've been together long enough for me to know what you're doing when you try to shift your pants to make yourself more comfortable. In any case, there was a wet patch the size of a quarter on the front of your pants. You think I didn't notice, or Elaine?" She let go of me and gave me a playful smack on my butt. "Anyway, enough. You've got to go to work and I have things to do here at home," she kissed me and added "and if you still have that boner when you get home there's a lady right here that could use some of it and that's a promise!"

I don't think I was much use at anything at work that day. My secretary asked me a couple of times if I was ok, if there was something on my mind. And of course there was. My mind was filled with thoughts and images of me with Elaine and of Jen with Mike and the more I thought about it the hornier I became; I had this vivid image of me having Elaine from behind – spoons – while we watched Mike and Jen really getting it on. My cell phone beeped: I had an SMS message from Jen: 'I'm in the bedroom. Call me'.


Before It's Too Late



Jesus, what was wrong now? I called her straight back on my cell phone. I didn't want this call going through the office network.

"Hi honey, it's me; are you ok?" I needn't have asked.

"Mmm, I'm more than ok. I'm hot and horny and so very wet for you. Are you hard?"

If I wasn't I was now and hard wasn't the word for my condition. I had an erection that was positively aching. "Jesus honey, yes I'm hard...very hard. What are you doing?"

"I'm lying on the bed and I have my little good vibrations friend working for me." I listened carefully and sure enough I could hear the soft purring of Jen's vibrator coming and going as she worked it up and down her folds and around her clit. "Why don't you stroke your cock for me and cum with me? That would be good."

"Jesus Jen, I'm in the office, I can't." That wasn't strictly so. I had my left hand in my pants pocket stroking my cock and at this rate I'd be cuming in my pants fairly soon.

"Naughty boy. I know you have a private washroom off your office. Why don't you go in there and tell me what you're doing."

I pushed my chair back from the desk and nodded my head towards the washroom as my secretary glanced through the glass partition at the noise. My god this was crazy.

Locking the door I sat down on the john. "Ok, what now?"

Jen's voice was husky. "Undo your belt and fly and let that monster cock of yours get some air but hurry, I can't wait much longer.

I did as I was told. "Ok I did that; what now?"

"What now? You're asking? Just stroke yourself until you cum hon and let me know 'cos I want to cum with you." I could hear Jen's breathing becoming ragged and the little mewing sounds that heralded her orgasm. It didn't take me long. "I'm cumming Jen...cumming." and boy did I cum. I had to point my cock forwards to keep it off my suit trousers and soon the floor was spattered with my semen. In the midst of this I could hear Jen yelling:

"Cumming baby, cumming."

I sat for a long moment exhausted, still cradling my cell phone to my ear, listening to Jen's groans of pleasure subsiding and her breathing steadying.

"So did you like me calling you at the office hon? Think I'd get a job on a sex line?"

"God Jen, you're incredible...and dangerous but I love you so much. What on earth got you so horny like that?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I had a call from Elaine. She and Mike are coming over for supper tomorrow."

I cleaned up and told my secretary that I wasn't feeling well and was going home and wouldn't be back until Monday. Hell, I figured they could get through Friday afternoon without me. I called Jen and told her I was on my way and all she said was "Mmm that sounds fun." It takes about forty five minutes from the city to our house and those were the longest I have ever experienced as I tried desperately not to speed or jump any red lights.

I left the car on the drive and let myself into the house, glancing into the lounge and then the kitchen but there was no sign of Jen.

"Jen...Jen?" I called.

"I'm up here hon, in the bathroom."

I took the stairs two at a time. The bath was full of scented water with the jacuzzi jets just ticking over, keeping the water moving gently. Jen was sitting on a towel that she'd draped over the side of the bath, her pussy covered in shaving foam and she was wielding my razor.

She lifted her face to be kissed. "Hi hon, I'm glad that you're home early, you can help me with this. I thought I might have a tidy-up before tomorrow in case anything happens." She smiled broadly and held razor out for me. "You'd better get those clothes off don't you think?"

I tore my suit and shirt off, throwing the discarded clothes in the direction of the bedroom and soon I was naked sporting only my now almost perpetual erection. I turned Jen so that she was facing into the bath. "Here, sit like this with your feet in the water." I climbed into the bath and sat infront of her, my face almost level with her pussy. Jen obligingly spread her legs for me.

"Is that easier?"

"Yes it's easier but very distracting. Ok sit still, don't move." Gingerly I applied the razor to her and drew the first stroke. Oh the wonders of these new triple blades. In the path left by the razor was smooth glistening skin and without thinking I leant in and kissed it.

"Hey mister, you're supposed to be shaving me not licking me clean."

I smiled up at her. "Ok, razor first and then the licking!" I set to and it didn't take long for Jen's pussy to be smooth and hairless. I applied some moisturiser to her and then leant in to start the licking. She tasted so sweet and clean as I ran my tongue up and down the length of her slot. Jen had her hands on my shoulders to steady herself and soon she was making those little mewing sounds that I knew so well, each one a little louder as I dipped my tongue in and out of her and then flicked it across her clitoris before finally closing my lips around her bud, sucking gently and rhythmically. 

"Oh yes hon, yes, cumming...cumming." She pushed her mound into my face, grinding against me as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her belly. We stayed like that for a while, my mouth full of the sweetness of her juices until at last Jen pulled back from me.

"My god you are so good at that. You'll take some beating. Ok, it's your turn now." and with that she climbed into the bath and straddled me, taking my cock deep into her in one easy motion before rising again and then starting to ride me.

"I want you to fuck me good and hard so I never forget what you feel like. C'mon, fuck me." But in reality it was Jen fucking me as she rode me faster and harder until I felt my pressure starting to build and then pulled her down hard onto me as I unloaded deep into her, my cum bathing her insides as Jen orgasmed again with me. We lay in the bath, shivering with the exertion despite the warm water. At last we stirred, Jen turning to sit between my legs, leaning back against my chest.

"My god honey, we're good aren't we?" I kissed the side of her neck and she gave a little shiver.

"Yes we're good...the best... but I'd like to know, wouldn't you?"

"Yes I'd like to know too. Perhaps we'll find out tomorrow."

The wait for the evening seemed interminable but even so we had to rush in the end to get the dinner ready. Jen insisted that we change the sheets on our bed; "Well you never know." she said with a smile. I was so horny that I tried to grab her but tantalisingly she said no, we'd have to wait to see what happened with Mike and Elaine. I'd formed the impression that it was all set up, that Jen and Elaine had agreed everything but of course they couldn't do that. We didn't know for sure that Mike and Elaine wanted to swap although we had a pretty strong suspicion that they would.

I asked Jen about Elaine's phone call. Elaine had called just before midday. "My god you sat on that phone call all day? You didn't call me until after three."

"Well I didn't exactly sit on it. Anyway, we were on the phone for over an hour and afterwards I was...well distracted, you know like yellow pages 'Let your fingers do the walking'...having a little fun."

"You mean you were up here all that time before you called me?"

"Well I had a lot to think about, the menu and the wine and...well you know, lots to think about. I don't suppose you were exactly employee of the month yesterday were you?"

I had to admit that my mind hadn't been entirely focussed on my work, if at all.

"Well there you are then. Anyway, Elaine called about midday and she sounded so excited that you'd asked her to call so that we could fix a date to get together. I asked her if today was ok and she said 'Wow, so soon, yes of course. Mike will be so excited. We've talked of nothing else since you were over here. You know we really do like you both so much and it will be lovely to get to know you very much better'. She is very effusive isn't she?"

I smiled at the memory of meeting Elaine in the mall. "Yes she is but really sweet even so. But she didn't exactly say they wanted to swap or even anything close to it did she?"

"Listen hon, you know that you're always complaining that we girls say one thing but mean something entirely different? Well believe me, this was girl talk of the highest order and Elaine was saying that she and Mike are interested – very interested. She asked me what the dress code was and I told her very casual, just to slip something on that she'd feel very comfortable in or, in girl-speak, very comfortable out of. See what I mean?"

I had to smile again. "You're incredible, you know that? And I love you so very, very much and that's man talk – direct, literal and to the point." I pulled her to me and kissed her. "But that didn't take up an hour. What on earth else were you talking about?"

"Oh just girl talk!" Jen winked at me. C'mon mister, there's jobs to do."

Jen had planned a finger supper, food that we could spread out on the coffee table and then we could just sprawl on the settees or even sit on the floor with our backs against them. Even though it was still cold outside, Jen insisted that I bbq some spicy wings and a few kebabs. "But we could just grill them," I complained but Jen was insistent. "No, you're going to bbq them. Trust me, you'll see why." so I checked the bbq over and gave the gas bottle a shake. There had to be a good reason for this but I couldn't figure it. By five thirty we were all done and so we showered and I shaved. I washed Jen's back for her in the shower and her front, running my hands over the fullness of her breasts until her nipples hardened. Her pussy felt so amazingly smooth but try as I might she wouldn't let me slip my fingers into her, playfully slapping my hand away. As agreed we dressed casual. I suggested that we went 'commando' for the evening and after a moment's hesitation Jen eagerly agreed. So there we were, just jeans, sweatshirts and loafers, nothing else, not even a bra for Jen. I poured us a glass of wine each while Jen chose some music and set the lights.

Even though we knew it was coming we both jumped when the doorbell rang. We answered the door together, greeting them as warmly as we could. "Hey Mike," "Hi Buddy." A firm handshake for Mike and me accompanied by suitably hearty slaps on the back, a warm embrace with air kisses for Jen and Elaine and then something between a clinch and a hug for Jen and Mike and me and Elaine. Mike was wearing a sweatshirt and chinos and Elaine had a long shift on and, from the way it felt when we embraced at the door, very little under it. True to form Elaine was as effusive as ever and as we hugged she gave me a good grind with her mound. Whatever the secret of girl talk was, Jen knew it. We took their coats and led them into the lounge.

I poured wine and we chatted and laughed for a while, sitting as couples for the moment then Jen asked Elaine to help her bring in some nibbles and when they returned Jen somehow manoeuvred Elaine to be sitting next to me and herself next to Mike. It all seemed so natural and not at all contrived as if we'd done this dozens of times and spent many enjoyable evenings together.

"Hon, do you want to fire up the bbq? I'm starving and I bet Mike and Elaine could eat something." 

I grabbed a jacket and went out onto the patio to light the gas. I'd had the patio heater running for a while and so the real chill was off the air but even so it felt cold. There was enough light coming from the house so I hadn't bothered with the outside lighting. Inside, Jen was organising, getting Mike to toss some salad. She'd found a coat of hers for Elaine and asked her to take the wings and kebabs out to me. Now I understood why she had insisted on the bbq!

From the patio I couldn't see into the kitchen and so it followed that Mike and Jen couldn't see me and Elaine. She closed the door behind her and shivered as the cold air hit her.

"God it's cold out here. Give me a cuddle, I need to warm up." and placing the dish of meat on the side of the bbq she snuggled into me and into my now rapidly hardening erection. I did nothing to try to hide it, what was the point? And in any case Elaine felt good as she pressed into me. She made a joke of it.

"Well it must be colder than I thought, there's something down here that's frozen stiff!"

I laughed. "Well I hope it doesn't melt away when we get back inside. We'd better get this food cooking."

I spread the wings and kebabs on the grid and then put my arms around Elaine, pulling her into me again. I could feel her nipples hard against my chest. "It seems that I'm not the only one with frozen parts. I could warm them up for you." I just didn't recognise the words that were coming out of my mouth. Here I was with a woman I'd met only twice but making overtly sexual suggestions to her. Elaine was either totally unaware of what I was saying or just accepted it as part of what was happening.

She took one of my hands and placed in on her breast. "Now that's a nice idea. You see, that feels better already. You have nice strong hands."

Whether it was the wine or something else I don't know but I had lost all inhibitions. Elaine's breast felt good under my hand and I could feel her responding, moving her mound against my erection. "Perhaps I'd better warm this up a little bit as well." and with that she took hold of my erection through my jeans and squeezed me. 

Her touch was electrifying and without thinking I leant to her and kissed her on the mouth and she responded immediately by opening her mouth to me and we kissed deeply, tongues entwined. We broke from our kiss and I turned to the bbq. "I'll have to turn these over, they're almost done." I attended to the food and then this time, Elaine stood with her back to me, still snuggled in and I cupped both of her breasts with my hands. Her nipples were hard under my fingers and as I massaged them Elaine gave a little moan. "That's nice; you know how to please a lady. I think we're going to have fun tonight, don't you?"

The food was ready and I piled it on the plate and switched off the bbq. I left the patio heater on though, not knowing if it would come in useful later. As I slid the door to the lounge open I called out. "We're all ready here; piping hot wings and kebabs, come and get them."

It was all a little theatrical but I wanted Jen to have a chance to disengage if she needed to. I was guessing that she and Mike had taken advantage of the cooking arrangements just as Elaine and I had. As I placed the food on the table, Mike and Jen came in from the kitchen. "Ok we have salad, jacket potatoes and hot French bread. Let's eat."

I looked over at Jen. Her lipstick was gone and her hair was slightly messed. She smiled and winked at me and I smiled and winked back.

Mike gave Elaine a hug and a kiss. "You ok out there sweetheart?"

"Yes we were fine. It's cold but we kept ourselves warm, didn't we?" she said turning to me. 

"Yes we kept warm ok. One thing's for sure, next time I bbq I'm having Elaine over to help."

We all laughed and I opened a couple of bottles of wine and put them on the table. "Ok, no ceremony here, just help yourselves, there's plenty more.

We tucked in eagerly, the excitement of the evening lending an edge to our appetites. It was pleasantly warm in the house with the fire burning in the grate and I noticed that Elaine's nipples soon softened, as did my erection. I guessed that we were all relaxing now that any initial awkwardness had been bypassed. The conversation was good and varied, easy between us and we'd soon eaten enough. We all helped clear away to the kitchen. I gave Jen's ass an affectionate squeeze, she kissed me on the cheek and I saw Mike and Elaine give each other an affectionate hug as they passed. So all was well between us and between each other.

But what next? There's a lot of difference between a hug and a kiss and having sex with someone, if that was what was going to happen. The thought of it made me erect again. How were we to move on? As ever Jen seemed to have all the good ideas and they were all simple ones. She was out in the kitchen fixing coffee and called out.

"Do we need more wine in there? Mike, can you open a couple more bottles for me? And hon, Can you get a few more logs for the fire?"

I grabbed an armful of logs from the store under the stairs and put them on the fire and then returned for a second load. By the time I got back with them Jen had the coffee on the table and had turned the lights right down so that the room was lit only by the flickering flames. She had thrown some cushions infront of the CD racks and was sprawled on them with Mike, choosing music. Elaine was laid out on one of the sofas that was almost in darkness. I poured a couple of coffees and took them over, sitting next to her. Again Jen had judged it just right. From where Elaine and I were sitting we couldn't see Jen and Mike and they couldn't see us.

There didn't seem to be much point in drinking coffee so I leant down to Elaine and kissed her and she responded just as she had earlier but this time more hungrily. Our mouths and lips were wet with kissing and her hands were all over me, under my sweatshirt, tugging at the belt on my jeans. I ran my hand up her thigh and she responded by lifting a little so that her dress rode up her thigh as well. She had my belt undone now and was working at the buttons on my Levis. The sudden coolness of her hands on my cock made me gasp but the intense pleasure of knowing that another woman was stroking my cock was incredible and I had my hands on another woman's ass. I slipped my hand around to her front and Elaine opened her legs for me. She too was shaved but not completely smooth like Jen. I quickly found her slot with my fingers. She was wet and eager for me as I stroked her labia, moving all the time towards her clit. Although I could hear the music in the background I wasn't aware of anything else in the room. My whole consciousness had collapsed to this moment, this space with Elaine.

She was still stroking my cock and I realised that I'd have to get her to stop for a while if I wasn't to cum right then. "Just go easy for a moment Elaine; you're getting me so hot." She took her hand off me and ran her fingers up my chest, tweaking at my nipples.

"You're a very sexy man Bob. I'm going to have to have you fuck me before too long. Do you want to fuck me Bob? Do you want to have your cock in my cunt and fuck me?"

This was unexpected. Elaine was obviously less bothered about swearing than Jen. Jen was very vocal while we made love but I don't think I'd ever heard her use the word cunt but it sounded good coming from Elaine.

"Oh yes I want to fuck you Elaine, fuck you long and hard in your cunt and shoot my load into you. Would you like that, to be filled with my cum or shall I splash it on your tits or on your face? You want to be my cum slut?"

"Maybe another time but tonight I want your load inside me, to be full of your creamy cum." She sat up and tugged at her shift. "Here help me; I want to feel your body against me." She raised her arms over her head and I lifted her shift clear. Even in the flickering light of the fire I could see that she had a good body but her breasts were smaller than Jen's and her nipples more pointed. She saw me looking and lifted a breast towards me.

"You want to suck momma's titty? Here baby." She pulled my head onto her breast and I sucked eagerly at her nipple which hardened in my mouth.

"There baby, that's right; you suck and make momma happy." We continued like this for a while until I had to come up for air. Elaine took the opportunity to pull my sweatshirt over my head and soon had my jeans off. We were now naked. She pulled me to her, grinding her pussy against my cock and kissing me wildly.

"Yeah baby that's good. C'mon, slip into me, give me a length." She was working her pussy lips over the end of my cock, pushing me back onto the settee and I could feel the slick wetness of her labia on my cock. In a moment of clarity I realised that this was it, the moment. What we'd done up 'til now had been heavy petting but now we were going to have sex; I was going to have sex with someone else, someone not Jen.




Before It's Too Late



"C'mon baby, fuck me." As she said the words my cock slipped into her and I thrust upwards for all I was worth, giving her my whole length.

"Oh yes, yes." It was all I could say. I was fucking another woman. She was hot and wet and she bore down on me, driving my cock against her cervix. "Oh you're a big boy and I like that." As we fucked she was rubbing her clitoris furiously with her fingers. I found it vaguely distracting and all sense of needing to cum suddenly vanished but Elaine was away. "Oh yeah baby, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum." She writhed on my cock as her orgasm ripped through her, guttural animal noises in her throat.

After a while she steadied, sitting triumphantly on my cock. "That was so good baby, so very good. You are a big boy aren't you?"

I couldn't answer that; Jen had never said anything like that. I listened to the music and the crackle of the logs but could hear nothing else. I didn't know if Jen and Mike were doing what we were doing or even if they were in the same room anymore. If they were they must have heard us. We'd made a lot of noise.

Elaine climbed off me. "I need to pee. Where is it?" I pointed to the hallway and the door to the bathroom.

I listened again but there was no sound other than the music and the logs so I crept over to the other settee and peeked over to the pile of cushions infront of the CD racks. Jen and Mike weren't there but their clothes were, scattered with legs and arms half inside out, discarded in frenzy of passion. I took a swig of now cold coffee and then a slug of wine from someone's glass. Elaine came over and put her arms around me.

"You ok? You looked a little lonely for a minute."

I glanced at the pile of cushions again. Somewhere in the house Jen and Mike were making love and I wanted to see, to watch, to know.

"C'mon lover." Elaine took me by the hand and led me back to the settee. She lay back and pulled me to her, guiding my cock into her. It felt so easy, so warm, so wet. I moved easily in and out of her, taking my weight on my arms.

"You want to be fucked now Elaine?" I pushed deep into her, making her gasp. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, so full, fuck you and cum in you." I started to increase my pace but she pulled me down onto her, stopping my motion.

"Yeah, fuck me and fill me Bob, but not here – in your bed. I want to do it in your bed, in the bed where you fuck Jen. I want you to fill my cunt 'til I can't take any more, fuck me 'til I'm full." She wriggled out from under me and took my hand. "C'mon, your bed."

I led her into the hallway and up the stairs. There were no lights on up here but I knew the way. The door to our room was ajar and I stood and listened for a moment. I could hear the sound of lovemaking. Jen and Mike were in our bed.

"They're in here." I hissed.

"That's ok. C'mon, let's join them." 

We crept into the room. It was pitch black but I showed Elaine the edge of the bed and she climbed in and I followed her. Jen and Mike were on the other side of the bed, Jen's side. I snuggled up behind Elaine – spoons - and had a sudden rush of deja vu. This was just as I'd always imagined it, fucking Elaine while Mike and Jen pounded away on the other side of the bed. I slipped my cock between Elaine's legs and she pushed back taking me easily into her. I was in deep and started to move, long steady strokes all the way in and then almost all the way out. I held her hips and pulled at her, thrusting harder now as I had with Jen the night of our first meeting with Mike and Elaine. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I could make out Mike on top of Jen, her legs raised and her hands gripping the sheets as he pounded into her.

I was giving it to Elaine as hard as I could now, violently fucking her, wanting to spear her with my cock, to hurt her even. There seemed to be a synergy between all of us, as if we were destined to consummate our swapping with synchronised orgasms.

"Fuck me Bob, fuck me, fuck me." Elaine's words completed the picture and I could feel my pressure rising inexorably until I exploded inside her, jetting my semen deep into her, into her cunt, filling her, my cock suddenly flopping about inside her cum drenched slot and as I did I could see Mike stiffen as he came, filling my wife with his cum.

We lay for a while, the four of us, silent until Jen went into the bathroom. I could hear her peeing, such a normal sound in the deafening silence. Mike went downstairs to get his and Elaine's clothes and all the while I lay with my cock, now flaccid, still in Elaine. She got up as Mike came in and slipped on her shift. Mike already had his chinos and sweatshirt on.

Where she'd been lying was a pool of my semen. That never happened with Jen. 

"We'll slip away Bob. Thanks for a great evening." He held his hand out and I shook it.

"Drive carefully. See you guys again soon." but somehow I doubted it.

I heard the front door close and as it did Jen came back into our room. She was wearing her nightie and she climbed into our bed and pulled the covers around her. I snuggled up close to her – spoons – and put my arms around her.

"You ok Honey?"

"Yes. You?"

"Yes I'm ok." We kissed as we always did.

"Night hon, sleep well."

"You too."

But we didn't sleep well. The scent of sex was all around us, other people's sex.

I heard Jen get up early and start the shower. She had the shower head off the hose and was using the hose to douche herself, to wash any remaining traces of Mike's semen from her. I showered after her and then we stripped the bed together. Jen took the sheets and mattress cover and threw them in the trash.

That afternoon we went upstairs to make the bed with fresh sheets. I expected we'd just go back downstairs again but Jen stood infront of me and undressed.

"Come to bed with me Bob, come and make love with your wife." And so we did, long and gentle, at times hard and passionate, my beautiful wife with her full breasts and warm belly, wet and hot inside, eager for me and me for her.

We lay together afterwards, side by side, holding hands.

"I heard you that first night, making yourself cum."

"You what?" Jen propped herself on one elbow. "But why didn't you say anything?"

"I couldn't. What was I to say, that I knew you wanted to swap with Mike? Suppose that wasn't the reason, suppose you were just feeling horny and thought 'Ah well, Bob's asleep; a little self-help wont hurt'. I couldn't say anything until I was certain that we both wanted to."

She lay down again, quiet, thinking.

"Well we did both want to and we have and I'm glad because I know more than ever just how much I love you and that you're the only man I'll ever want."

She was quiet again for a moment.

"Was there anything she did that you liked or didn't like?"

"Well she swore quite a lot. I think I prefer our words but it was kind of sexy. You have better breasts than she does, warmer, fuller. And Mike?"

"He's a bit of a pounder, not very imaginative and not as big as you. But I had to know, before it was too late."

"Yes me too, before it was too late."

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The author also writes under the name of Newstart



Before It's Too Late Ch. 01



(This fantasy belongs to Robin who asked if I would be so kind to expose her on the pages of Literotica. As always Robin has given me the details and I have put it into a story format that she and her husband Rick have reviewed and approved.)

My name is Robin and I am currently thirty-five years old. This story takes place about four years ago. I've read enough here to know that you want to be able to envision me as you read so I will tell you that I am a brunette with light blue eyes. I am five foot six inches tall and weigh about 130 pounds. I measure 34, 28, 334 and I have B plus tits. I prefer to be natural but do keep my pubic area trimmed. Rick is six foot two and weighs about 190 pounds. Like me he has maintained his body and he proudly stuffs me with his thick seven-inch cock.

I met Rick when I was twenty-four and he became the tenth man I took to my bed. From that small survey of men I can say that Rick's cock was just a bit larger then all but one of the men I came to know. The one man who sported a larger cock was over nine inches and while that was amazing it was also a bit too much for me in the long run. My desire to use my mouth, pussy and ass is overwhelming and taking nine inches in my back door was just not as enjoyable as you might think.

Rick who was twenty-five when we met had his share of women before me and while men measure women more by the size of their tits then the tightness of their pussy, all I can say is that my tits satisfy Rick as well as the 36 DD he told me he once enjoyed. 

Our honeymoon was on a Caribbean Island and neither of us managed a tan. Yes, we did leave the bed from time to time but usually at night for dinner, then a stroll on the beach and a sandy fuck before coming back to out room to shower. While fucking on the beach under the light of the moon is romantic, removing all the sand from various openings is a pain.

Our return to the States and our new home began for us a wonderful marriage. Our desire for sex fell off slightly after the honeymoon but never became boring or routine like it has with a number of our friends. Rick and I still crave our sweaty unions and nary a week passed without multiple sessions some where in our house or yard.

During our married life we often discussed our fantasies. Those that turned us both on, we managed to experience. Some of those lived up to their promise but most did not. I can say that all of them involved just Rick and I, some toys or costumes and some unique positions and public locations. As we neared Rick's thirtieth birthday and I saw my own thirtieth on the horizon we began to mention fantasies that included other people. At first it was just imagining someone we knew joining us in bed, both of us fully aware that we would never expose our fantasy to a friend. Over the next year or so the fantasy of sharing, either another woman (or women) or another man (or men) began to take on more flesh. It took another year or more for both of us to come to grips with how we might feel the morning after.

Ultimately we seemed to be coming to the realization that this fantasy, in some form would happen one day but neither of us placed any time frame on the outcome. Nor did we pre-determine the sex or the mix of sexes we might want to share. I was comfortable and maybe even a little eager to try a woman and to share her with Rick, but although Rick felt he could watch and share a man with me, he was adamant that he did not want to share anything sexual with another man. I told him I understood that and that while I might feel at ease with a woman I wouldn't know for sure unless and until that potential came into being.

Again, while not making any firm commitments to actually exploring this fantasy anytime soon, we discussed various means that it could come about. One thing we agreed on fairly early on was that if it happened it would happen on a vacation, someplace where we would have privacy we wanted. Should this fantasy occur we wanted to be able to resume life in our home without being the subject of gossip.

Just before my thirty-first birthday I realized that the time was coming to start a family, something both of us wanted. As I contemplated the joy and wonder of children and how they were made, I flashed into our fantasy and realized that once we'd had children such a fantasy would be delayed till they were out of the house and on their own. The promise of our fantasy would slip away for eighteen or twenty years. Would either of us, in our fifties, still want that? We would be able to truly enjoy what we had so often discussed and dreamed of.

"Rick, you know that the time to start planning a family, something we both want should start soon. I think, if we are seriously planning to undertake our most dominant fantasy, I'd rather do it at thirty not at fifty. Can we decide if we truly want that wild and animal sex, and if so do you agree that doing it now before we start having kids and all that entails is better then when we are older?"

"Robin, is this a fantasy you really want, or are we just enjoying the idea? Can you share me? Do you want another man? I agree with the timing, yes. I am willing to give you anything, I love you and know that regardless of what we do, or don't do, that our love is true and will not be damaged. Do you feel the same?"

"Rick, I have always had tremendous sex whenever we've brought up that fantasy. Coldly, sitting here with you I say yes, I can accept seeing or knowing you are fucking another woman or women. I feel as well that I can allow myself to enjoy another man or men. However, like some of our fantasies perhaps this will work, perhaps it won't. I don't mean it will destroy our love, I mean we might not find the 'strange' as exciting as we think it is."

"Ok. Do you want to do it, and if so, do you have any rules or requirements?"

"I don't want to do this with any possibility that any friends or family might find out. I also want to be safe and not worry about any consequence other then our relationship. I also do not want it to be 'sterile' meaning I want whatever sex we have to be dirty and sticky, I don't want to fool with condoms, I want to feel a cock pulsing and spurting in me. I want you to feel her pussy envelop your cock like mine does with out a barrier. Lastly, I want more then one night and would prefer to make it a full week at least, like a vacation."

"Given the need to keep this our secret, we would have to go someplace so the week long vacation makes sense. Finding willing partners might take some time, so acting out our fantasy for the full week might be impossible. Unless you want to use 'pros'?" 

"No, I don't want escorts or whores for either of us. I know it will be more difficult but I want someone who wants me and not someone paid to have me. That is not in my fantasy at all."

"Let me see what we can do. Let's both explore and see what might offer us the ideal place to have our fantasy work out."

"Ok but lets not dawdle, let's try to get this done. Now that we've decided to do it, I'm kind of anxious to do it."

So the both of us took the ball and started researching. We found hotels in the Caribbean that offered the fantasy vacation but they were too close to brothels for our tastes. The various 'couples' resorts were promising but not a sure thing. Just because you elected a clothing-optional resort did not mean you wanted to fuck anyone other then your partner. 

I'd read many stories of swingers clubs a lot of them took place in Las Vegas. I wondered if they actually existed or were just a part of someone's fertile imagination. Perhaps they existed but I could find no ads (not surprising) and while I felt they might be the ideal solution I had to discover how to find one. So I re-read some of the erotic stories and using a fake name and a new e-mail account for that purpose began to ask the writers if such places existed and allowed non-members.

Over the next few days I got a few replies all but one said the places they wrote about either were made up or the information was not available due to fear of legal issues. One woman Carol responded that she knew a place (in Vegas no less) and that they would consider visitors. If I wanted to know more I needed to send her a photo of Rick and I (no nudity required) and our names so that she could feel comfortable we were not the law.

I showed her e-mail to Rick and we discussed revealing ourselves. Rick finally convinced me that the club idea was good and that we'd have to take some risk, but he felt comfortable and said to send the info as requested. So I took a photo of us I had stored on my computer and sent it under my personal e-mail and told Carol about Rick and I and our fantasy.

The next day she replied that we could come to Vegas and be granted a week's membership to the club. She said that what we ultimately did or didn't do would be our choice. However, she said that in order to keep the location secure, we would be picked up from out hotel each time we wished to visit and we would be blindfolded to assure we could never find the location on our own. She closed by saying that we would need to have certain blood tests done and forwarded to her proving we were 'safe'.

I told her that we would be happy to have the tests and would do so in a day or two. I asked her where we should stay to make it convenient and if there was a cost and if so when I should pay it.

Her response was that a week's membership was a thousand dollars. She told us to pick a casino of our choice. Once we were set with our reservations to let her know. She said the club operated from eight PM till around four in the morning depending on the crowd.

Rick made the reservations and we went and had the blood tests done and sent to a Doctor that our Carol had named. We received a notice back from her telling us that we were clean and now cleared and to come on out and enjoy ourselves.

I told her we'd be there on Monday afternoon and would like to be picked up at eight that night and every night we were in town. Then I took Rick shopping. I wanted to be dressed as seductively as possible when entering the club. With Rick's guidance and approval I purchased a number of outfits, all either skits and blouses or dresses. All the skirt were short, the blouses flimsy at best, sheer at the worst and the dresses cut low to reveal a good portion of my chest and short or slit up the side to show a lot of leg. The only underwear I purchased was garter belts and hose. Rick was easier, as men are. He purchased some nice slacks that fit him close and some shirts. While my selections took hours, Rick's were done in a half hour.

When packing Rick suggested that I pack a few outfits fit for the casino as not all of our days would be at the club, just the evenings. While we weren't sure we'd have any energy to do anything during the day, we would need to eat and we didn't want to hibernate in the room.

Anxiously we drove to the airport and soon found ourselves winging our way to Las Vegas. On the plane I said to Rick,

"One last rule! Whatever we elect to do, I want to do it with you present and vice versa. I don't want either of us to go off on our own, this is to be a shared experience."

"I agree completely. I think if you went off with someone I would worry about you and I am sure you feel the same. I've read where some of these types of clubs have areas set aside for some kinkier stuff, like domination etc. So if while we are there you see something that tickles you and you want to try it or I do, then we will. OK?"

"You know I have concentrated so much on just actually having sex with strangers I'd overlooked that possibility. Now that you bring it up I can see where we might see something, some sort of kink that one or both of us would like to try. I am OK with it as long as rule number one applies and that is that we are both present while it occurs."

All too soon it seemed we were making the approach and landing. We grabbed our bags and took a shuttle to Caesar's hotel and Casino. After check in we went to the room to unpack only to find a note from Carol. She and her husband wanted to meet for dinner 6 six and then they'd take us to the club. In her note she explained that it would be easier to walk in with someone you barley know then to walk in alone. I called the number she left on the note and told her we'd be happy to have diner with them. Carol told us to meet outside the front of the hotel and look for a white BMW sedan.

Carol was in her late forties, I guessed and was very attractive. She was about five foot five with a gorgeous figure topped with an amazing set of tits that seemed to defy physics by remaining inside her dress. Her husband was somewhat older maybe late fifties but looked to be as fit as either Rick or I. His silver hair gave him a distinguished look and just seeing how stunning they both were gave me the feeling that the club would hold some very good looking opportunities, in fact I wondered if Carol's husband Jack might not sport one of the cocks that would find its way to me that night. I noticed Rick eyeing up Carol and could see that he might also have seen one of the women he might fill.

Dinner was easy and casual. Carol taking the lead said.

"I know from our e-mails that this is the fulfillment of a long standing fantasy for the two of you. So as virgins to this life I want to share some of the benefits of our experience. Take it slow and only do what you want. Jack and I are old hands at this and we attend the club maybe once or twice a month. We wanted to be here for your debut and sort of help guide you tonight. This is only an offer. If you do go back, as you stated each of the nights you are here do not feel as though you are overdoing it. Jack and I used to go all the time. One of the side benefits, for us, living here is that we've come to know a number of couples who attend and we now often meet up with one or two other couples for a more private experience."

"Thank you for offering to come and guide us Carol, Jack! I know I am a bit nervous and so I assume is Robin. Robin bought some specific clothing to wear to the club so if you don't mind the delay, I know she is eager to 'prepare for her debut'.

I was sure I turned a bit red in the face as Rick said this but was a bit more stunned when Carol offered to help me select the proper dress for one's first time. Diner finished they drove us back to the hotel and surprisingly both Carol and Jack came to the room with us. When I suggested I go to the bathroom to change, Carol said.

"Honey, hopefully you'll be as naked as you were when you were born later tonight, let's take the edge off and see how you do in front of Jack!"

I was not prepared to strip in front of a stranger but what Carol said made sense. If I could not do it in front of Rick, Carol and Jack I'd have a hard time in front of a larger crowd. So I tried to casually remove the sensible clothing I had on while Carol rummaged through my 'club' wear. Jack and Rick were casually watching me as I removed my bra and panties ultimately naked as a newborn, Jack said.

"You have a delightful body Robin. I can see by how hard your nipples are that this is exciting you. Rick is a lucky man and if you fuck as good you look, you will have more men after you then you can imagine. Just remember you have all week so pace yourself."

Then he came and kissed me and fondled my tits. It felt so good and so odd as my husband Rick watched a relative stranger just step up and do this to his wife. As he backed away I felt a bit of remorse that it was over and the tingle in my cunt told me I wanted more. Carol then handed me the white garter belt and matching hose along with the white dress. As I slowly slipped them on she said.

"All of the outfits you brought for the club are perfect, but for tonight, for your debut I thought virginal white was symbolic."

I finished and looked at myself in the mirror and wondered how I could walk through the hotel dressed like this and I said to the room.

"I look like a slut, you can see everything. How can I get to the car?"

Jack responded.

"Sweetie this is Vegas, no one will notice. Well they will notice you because you are delightful, but no one will care. Come on lets get you to the club and let your adventure begin."

In the car we drove a few blocks before Carol handed us blindfolds. Rick and I slipped them on. It felt disconcerting to be blind and in a car, each turn felt different because I could not see it. Finally I felt the car slowing and then stopping and Carol announced.

"We're here you can remove the blindfolds, but keep them for the rest of the week, you'll need them if you come back."

We were in a gated courtyard and it was packed with luxury cars. The place looked more like a mansion in Merry Olde England then a house in Las Vegas. We exited the car and on wobbly legs I held onto Rick as we moved up to and then into the house. In the foyer we were asked for ID and then payment for the weeks membership. The rules were simple, we could watch, we could participate but we could not force ourselves on anyone. There was a cash bar and drinks were available but getting drunk was punishable by being asked to leave for the night. The ground floor was a social area and the upper two floors were for activities. I like the word 'activities'.

Having passed the entry we stepped into the social area and I looked at a crowd of gorgeous people. Although it was a couples club, that did not necessarily mean married, only that no men or women could come alone. Carol and Jack showed us around and Rick bought all of us a drink. We sat for a moment just taking in the sights before Carol said.

"Let Jack and I show you the upper floors, get your blood up if its not already."

Carol took my hand and we followed Jack and Rick up the steps to the second floor.

Jack said.

"Most of the activity you will see, and yes all the rooms on this floor are windowed so the activities are on display for any who wish to stop and watch."

Jack stopped at a window and I looked in to see a number of man and women engaging in sexual unions. Men with women, women with women, and multiple groupings including one woman who had a cock in each of her holes and one in each hand. I was mesmerized watching her. The look of absolute rapture on her face told me she was coming continuously, as she was assaulted by the five cocks in her possession. Rick had to nudge me a bit as Jack was now walking off down the hall. I whispered into Rick's ear.

"Before we head home I want to be that woman Rick. I hope that doesn't scare you. I am so fucking wet just watching that"

Rick whispered back.

"I think that would be an amazing sight to see. Let's work our way up to that though."

We saw everything on the second floor that you can imagine in what you might call straight sex. Rooms full of women, some sporting strap-ons and fucking other women, women in between the legs of other women and licking their pussies. We saw a room with men only and watched as they sucked cock or fucked each other's assholes. We also saw a room where just a couple fucked one another, again all combinations were present, but it was a one on one room as Jack referred to it.

The third floor contained the kinky stuff. We saw Mistresses whipping men or women who worshiped them. Masters shoving their cocks forcefully down their submissives throats. We saw what Jack referred to as the cum room, where a man or woman would lie on a bed playing with themselves while men stroked their cocks and shot their cum all over the subject. There was also a punishment room or as Jack called it a dungeon, where a person could go and put their partner through limitless forms of punishment. They could hang them from the ceiling in chains, use clamps on their nipples, clits, cocks or balls. Tie them to a whipping post and lash them to orgasm. And more! Much more.




Before It's Too Late Ch. 01



We returned to the social floor and had another drink. Carol and Jack then excused themselves and told us to have a good time that maybe they'd meet us in a room later.

Left alone for the time I looked at Rick and said.

"We can sit here all night and wonder or we can jump in. I'd like to start in that one on one room with you Rick. I want to get naked, I want to be seen and I want my cunt stuffed with your cock. Then we can see where that leads us."

Rick looked down at his crotch and pointed.

"I think I'm ready Robin."

I laughed and we headed back up the stairs. I could not help but slow down again at the window where the woman was taking the five cocks. She was gone now but my memory of her look of satisfaction stayed with me. Tentatively we went into the one on one room and without hesitation I slipped my dress off and hung it on a hook in the wall. Rick quickly stripped and put his clothes next to mine. I found just being naked in a room full of strangers so exciting. We found an empty 'bed' and we started by kissing each other and fondling each other. Rick put his cock in my mouth and fucked my face and then I sat on his mouth, forcing my wet leaky cunt over his face. I looked up and saw a number of people watching the room, some looking at us and some looking at others but the idea that I was fucking in front of strangers, while not exactly in public made me cum and I smeared Rick's face with my essence. I got up on all fours facing the window and begged Rick to take me.

"Fuck me from behind baby, fuck me like the slut dog you love."

As Rick pounded me I glanced to my right and saw a young attractive couple mimicking us. She was in her twenties I guessed and the way her tits hung as she knelt on her elbows and knees for her partner she had much bigger tits then I. Her nipples were hard and long and each time her partner pulled or twisted one of them she moaned her approval. Rick's hard cock was coaxing a massive orgasm from me and I felt myself coming over his hard cock as he kept on moving in and out of me. My cum dripped down my thighs and my moaning grew louder and louder until finally I yelled.

"Fuck it baby, cum inside me. Fill me with your cock and spray your cum inside me. OH shit baby do it, do it now."

I felt Rick's cock spasm inside me and he pushed that throbbing cock as deep into me as he could as he shot his hot white cum deep in my spasming pussy. I had twisted my head to the side and saw the woman next to us enjoying her own orgasm as her eyes pierced mine. Without words we leaned towards each other and we kissed, tentatively at first then with more and more passion. Her hands found my tits and I reached out to her and tugged on her fat hard nipple. Just touching her this way as our tongues danced together was so delightful. Her man had finally cum inside her and stood back watching as I assume Rick was also. 

I don't think either of us made a conscious decision but I rolled onto my back and pulled the other woman over and on top of me. Her large tits squashed mine as we began to feverishly consume each other's mouths. She broke the kiss and rotated her body so that her mouth was over my cunt and her dripping pussy was above my own mouth. I wrapped my arms around her soft ass and pulled her close so I could taste my first pussy. I felt her tongue entering my own cunt and the sensation was so powerful that I dove into her open cunt. I was not at all bashful as I rammed my tongue inside her gaping hole. I knew she'd just been fucked and could taste the essence of cock as I licked and sucked her. 

The taste of semen filled my mouth and I knew I was now eating another man's sperm. Her tongue, I knew was scooping out Rick's ejaculate as well and all of this had me ready to cum again. Gasping for breath while sucking on another woman's hard clit I felt something other then a tongue touching my cunt. I soon realized it was a fat hard cock penetrating me sending me over the edge. When I looked up above the cunt I was feasting on I saw my husband and his hard cock pointed at the pussy I was eating. I took hold of his rod and pulled him into the soft wet folds of this woman's cunt.

I can't tell you, especially if you've never shared your husband or wife, how watching his cock slide into her wet tunnel made me cum hard. Neither she nor I abandoned our cunt lapping as our mates fucked the holes we were eating. I both suck her clit and licked my husband's cock as he moved in and out of her. I could see his balls preparing for release and I peeled my lips from her clit long enough to say.

"Cum inside her baby, but leave a drop or two for me, spray some on my face as I eat her, baby."

I heard the owner of the cunt I was enjoying say something as well but I was beyond caring. I watched Rick's fat cock spasm and unload inside her and then pull his pulsating rod back and shoot a blast of hot white cum onto my face. I felt so dirty and so fucking turned on. I came hard my own cunt spasming around the cock now filling my own cunt with jism. The orgasm was immense and as I came back to reality I looked up to see gobs of Rick's cum had dripped out of her cunt and onto my face. I pushed my tongue into once more and sucked what cum may have been left.

I felt the other cock leave my cunt and my unnamed woman once again turned around, our faces now inches from one another, both of us covered in cum. Lazily we enjoyed licking cum from each other's face and then sharing it with a kiss. Exhausted from the all the activity she rolled off me and took her partner's hand and said thanks, then walked off my eyes not able to break from her perky ass as she sauntered away. Rick knelt at my side and said.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever done. How about a break Robin? Let's take a walk up here and see what's going on."

I nodded and stood on weak legs holding onto Rick for support. We grabbed out clothes but did not dress as we left the room and toured the rest of the floor. My pussy was sated for the time and I could see Rick's cock was also spent so we watched various couples and congregations in varied sexual intercourses and we tried to recover.

"Rick I think this is going to be a great week. How you feeling over there, you just saw another man in me."

"You saw me in another woman Robin. We're walking through a swinger's palace still holding hands and still concerned for each other. I know you are more ready then I for more, but you are taking this walk to allow me to recover and I love you for that." 

"Am I that obvious baby?"

Rick grinned and nodded as we continued to stroll.

"Rick, this may be out of the blue but I think."

"Robin what is it. You can't have any hesitation now, not after what we've already done can you?"

"Well it's an area we've not considered but for some reason I can't get the idea out of my head."

"Well either tell me what you want or just take me where you want to go and show me."

I decided to show, so we headed to the third floor and into the dungeon. When Rick looked at me I smiled and said.

"I can't explain it but I want you to take me in here and punish me. I know I've not been bad, but I want you to tell me I was and maybe chain me to something and then maybe spank me or something, I don't know exactly, but I want to have you dominate me and I want to feel some degree of pain."

"Robin, you know I will do whatever you want but I don't want to hurt you."

"Rick, if I say Hawaii then stop. If I beg you in any other way just keep going and follow your instincts. Hawaii is the only word that will mean stop immediately. OK?"

"That's it, just do whatever I feel and as long as you don't say that word then you want me to continue?"

"Exactly and don't ask me to explain it because I don't understand it at all. I could say that word as we step into the room or I may never say it. However, if this bothers you the stop and I will understand. As always I want to do this with you and if you can't then I don't want to do it."

We opened the door and heard the whimpers, moans and screams from others busy in the room. Taking his time Rick looked about before settling on an area in the rear. There was a raised platform with what looked like a mattress standing on end. From the four corners I could see iron shackles with chains that could be lengthened or shortened as the users desired. Rick pulled me and placed my back against the flat cushioned surface and took my left arm and pulled it to the corner before clamping the iron shackle around my wrist. I shivered at the restraint and my pussy spasmed. When he repeated the process with my right arm I felt my cunt begin to leak. Oh this was so right I thought as Rick quickly restrained my ankles then tightened the chains spreading my legs vulgarly wide. Then he tightened the wrist chains so that my arms were aching.

He left me there on display as he moved about the room, obviously taking his time looking for something or things. Being so wantonly on display was a major turn on and the fear of the unknown only multiplied those feelings. My stomach twisted in knots as I felt the pressure of my restraints and looked down to see my nipples swollen and harder then I could ever recall. They seemed longer and fatter and I felt a bit of drool escaping my lips. Rick returned with a blindfold and quickly secured it. I was now unable to see what he was going to do and the noises of the others now filled my head. Screams, groans, moans, the crack of a whip, the yelp of someone feeling that whip, someone begging to cum, someone in the throes of orgasm. These sounds filled my head and generated intense sensations. I felt as though I could feel every inch of my restrained body. I could feel my nipples get harder, my cunt opening and closing, my juices trickling down my thighs, my heart beating with anticipation.

Then I felt something cool being spread on my asshole and I shivered wondering if was Rick of someone else. The something hard and fat was pushing against my anus and I tried to relax but was so turned on. I actually heard a pop as the object penetrated my outer ring and settled deep in my ass. I felt so full back there, so deliciously naughty and dirty to be on display like this and have my ass so fucking full. Then I felt my pussy being forced open, as a fat hard object forced it way inside my wet and ready cunt. It was so fucking wide I felt like it was splitting me open and god it was so long as I felt every inch force its way up and inside me. It was just short of being too much when it stopped moving in and then I felt something girding my waist and as that tightened I felt the object in my cunt pull just a bit tighter and deeper and knew it was now secured in my by the belt around my waist. 

Left again I assumed as nothing more happened for a minute I concentrated on the two objects stuffing me. My ass had grown accustomed to the large plug and soon my pussy seemed to adjust to the dildo I assumed was deep inside my cunt. I was totally inside myself reveling in the sensations and the sounds of the room when my reverie was broken. Pain was shooting from my tits as nipple clamps were put in place then tightened down. I bit my lip, my safe word on my tongue but no I wanted this, I think.

Once again nothing as it seemed Rick was allowing me to adjust or to call out Hawaii but I just allowed the sensations of pain and fullness to overwhelm me and unbidden an orgasm ripped through me and continued to rock me. Then I heard a whoosh just before a line of pain enveloped my inner right thigh, just below my pussy. I screamed as the left thigh took a jolt then my belly was hit and I screamed and moaned in ecstasy and pain the two intertwined. The lines of pain moved up and soon my left the right tits were the targets and my screams were constant and my orgasm just as menacing. I felt my whole body shaking and orgasm after orgasm rendering my body almost lifeless. The lashings stopped and the dildo in my cunt was eased out, causing another ripple of pleasure. The plug in my ass was also eased out and then I was released from my restraints and gathered in what I imagined were Rick's arms. I was laid on the platform, my head allowed to fall over the edge, only my blindfold and the nipple clamps remained.

Someone pulled my legs up and spread them and the residual pain of the lashes to my thighs reverberated as I felt my cunt being filled with a rock hard hot cock. I gasped in the mix of pleasure at the invasion of my pussy and as I did another cock forced itself into my mouth. Laying on the platform the man between my legs worked in a steady rhythm fucking me as the cock in my mouth was more roughly fucking my face. In a state of constant orgasm, mixed with pain from the residue of the lashing, made aflame by the contact of my pussy fuckers body I fucked the cock in my cunt and sucked the cock in my mouth letting it also invade my throat. 

The cock in my mouth let go first gagging me for a bit with a heavy load of hot cum then my pussy was being filled with a load of equally hot cum. My body shook and spasmed at the sensuality of all the mixed feelings. The taste of salty cum on my lips, the spurting of hot cum splattering the walls of my cunt suddenly magnified when the clamps on my nipples were pulled off and the consequent pain that ensued sent me so deep into pure pleasure that I passed out, totally sated and dripping head to cunt in cum.

Cool water filled my mouth as I woke and squinted as the blindfold had been removed and I stared up and saw my husband. He was smiling but his eyes looked concerned. I struggled up and into his arms and kissed him deeply. Then I said with a voice so weak.

"Thank you baby that was beyond my wildest dreams. I still can't explain my desire for this but it was so intense. Thank you baby. I think I need to go now, is that OK?"

Rick nodded and picked me up, wrapping his loving arms around me. He'd found a shower and together we washed each other off then slipped our scant clothing on and went downstairs. I walked gingerly as my ass and pussy were sore, but my mind was alive at the knowledge that we'd be back tomorrow and so much more awaited us.

Our guests were nowhere to be seen so we took the complementary limo back to the casino, blindfolds in place, not wanting to be expelled from the club. Once safely away from the club the driver allowed us to remove the blindfolds and I nuzzled into Rick's arms till we arrived. He helped me out of the lime and told the driver we'd like to be picked up tomorrow night at eight. Then we strolled into the lobby and I felt proud to be the slut I looked like as we headed to our room and slept the sleep of the dead.

To be continued...



Before It's Too Late Ch. 02



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Author's note: This is a continuation of 'Before It's Too Late'. You'll have a better understanding of this if you read that one first.

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A couple of months after our evening with Mike and Elaine, Jen was out shopping and I'd gone into our bedroom to change my shirt. I don't know why but I checked on Jen's vibrator and sure enough it had been moved to a different position in her bedside table drawer. 

Well so what I thought, Jen is using her vibrator during the day and why not? She's a very sexual lady which I know to my eternal gratitude. I picked it up and unscrewed the battery cover. Had the battery been changed? I couldn't remember but I switched it on and it buzzed away fine.

It was a small vibrator, maybe only two or three inches long and, as Jen had said when she chose it from an adult on-line store we were looking at together, "Why would I need one of those huge rabbit things when I have what you've got hon." Not only is she a very sexy lady but flattering as well! I touched it to my lips. This little shaft of plastic had definitely been in my Jen's sweet pussy and on her clitoris fairly recently and I could feel my penis stiffening at the thought as I ran my tongue over its smooth plastic form.

Was she just having a little fun on her own or was she thinking about that evening a month or so ago with Mike and Elaine? Maybe she was interested in swinging again. The thought completed the stiffening of my penis into a massive erection.

Visions of that evening swam before my eyes: the four of us here in this bed, me lying spoons with Elaine, my cock slipping in and out of her, holding her hips to pull her onto me, the heat and wetness of her while Mike pounded into Jen on the other side of the bed, my Jen with her legs raised to receive him and her knuckles white from gripping the sheets. I lay back on the bed and started to stroke my cock. Was it Mike she was thinking about? Elaine had been good; she was different, exciting and I remembered well the sensation of that first time of slipping my penis into another woman, that delicious illicit heat, the wetness of her, a woman who wasn't Jen. Was Jen thinking of Mike in the same way?

Again though, I was faced with the same problem and perhaps Jen was in the same difficulty. What if she wanted to try again; how could she raise the subject; I knew that I'd like to try again but how could I risk telling Jen without knowing that she was keen as well.

For a while after the evening with Mike and Elaine we had both been a little subdued and very clingy towards each other as if we needed to reassure each other that no damage had been done but that mood had passed and soon it was as if nothing had happened, except that it had and I knew we were both thinking about it.

We had opened our own Pandora's Box.

Jen came home from shopping and we showered and changed into some easy clothes before opening a bottle of wine and starting dinner. By ten o'clock we'd seen all we wanted on TV and finished the wine. We usually read for a while in bed and tonight was no different; Jen had her nightie on as usual and a copy of the local newspaper that she'd bought while shopping and I had my collection of magazines. After around twenty minutes Jen got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I could hear her peeing and then the taps running so I turned out my light and settled back into my pillows. The bathroom light clicked as Jen switched it off and I turned to watch her come back to bed. I always liked to watch her; I knew exactly how her breasts would push out the fabric of her nightie and the way her nipples would show; then there was the delicious curve of her hips stretching the fabric tight across her belly and the hidden void between her thighs. My penis stirred in anticipation of our goodnight cuddle and then stiffened almost immediately. Jen had come back from the bathroom without her nightie. It was her way of saying "I'm feeling horny."

There was no way of knowing when she'd feel like this. Usually we'd be in bed, Jen wearing her nightie and about two or three times a week our goodnight cuddle would turn into something more and Jen would sit up and pull her nightie over her head, sometimes pausing as if in tableau with her breasts stretched high by her arms holding the nightie just above her head. On nights like that our lovemaking would be slow and gentle, usually culminating in us falling asleep still coupled, my flaccid penis resting snugly in Jen's warm and wet vagina.

But every now and then, something would stir inside Jen and she'd come to bed naked as she was doing now. Jen never knew when or why, it just happened and I thanked my lucky stars that I was the guy who was the recipient of this desire. Sometimes she'd be in a giving mood and I'd get the best attention and blowjobs possible with Jen savouring my semen in her mouth and on her tongue as if it were nectar; and at other times she'd be demanding, wanting to be filled and satisfied. Tonight was one of those nights.

She climbed into bed and came straight to me, pressing her breasts against me as she kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth whilst her hand found my shaft, stroking me up and down. She broke from our kiss and rolled onto her back, stretching as she did so that her breasts were pulled tight with her nipples hard and erect.

"I want you to lick me hon, make me cum, I want to cum in your mouth." and saying so she pulled me to her, pushing me down across her belly, lifting her hips and mound towards my mouth. Her pussy was shaved silky smooth and I ran my lips down across her mound and onto her labia. All the while Jen was stretching and writhing, her legs open in invitation of my attention and I knew that she'd be running her fingers over her breasts and nipples. She was already wet, her pussy lips glistening in the soft light and as I found her slot with my tongue she let out a series of little mewing noises, letting her breath go in a rush. "Oh yes hon, mmm, that's it, lick me hon, lick me." and I did as she demanded, running my tongue the length of her slot, savouring the sweet muskiness of her and then higher, probing with the tip of my tongue until I found her clitoris and gently drew it into my mouth. Jen's labia were soaked with her juices and for a moment I left off her bud and followed her wetness with my tongue, past her vagina towards her perineum. I could feel Jen tense as my tongue approached her rosebud and I lingered there briefly teasing her with the tip of my tongue before moving back up the length of her slot towards her clit. As I did I slipped a finger into her, pressing up onto her g-spot.

Jen's reactions let me know that she was close to cumming, holding her breath, her body taught and then releasing before tensing again. Her little mewing sounds were lost in her throat as she tensed again, this time holding for what seemed an eternity before releasing in a rush as her orgasm raced through her, pulling my mouth hard onto her mound as she came, grinding against me. "Yes, yes...yes."

I lay with my lips nuzzled against her labia tasting her sweetness as Jen came down, listening as her breathing slowed and became more regular. At last she settled, quivering as little aftershocks of her orgasm raced through her. Finally she lifted my head from her.

"Oh that was just so good. I want you in me now; I want to feel your cock in me. Make love to me."

I moved up, placing the tip of my penis against her opening but Jen was there before me, grabbing my shaft and pulling me into her. This wasn't going to be subtle slow love making, this was going to be fucking and as Jen started to move under me I pushed into her, in and out, hard and rhythmic, pausing occasionally with my tip only just in her and then again plunging deep into her. There was a sheen of sweat covering us, making us slide and I took my weight on my arms allowing me to thrust harder. Jen had her legs raised now to receive me and I glanced down; her knuckles were white as she gripped the sheets tight.

Just as she had done with Mike.

For a moment I lost my rhythm. Was this a replay for Jen with me in the role of Mike? Whatever it was it was me she was with tonight and I redoubled my efforts, wanting her to know that it was this man, me, Bob her husband who was making love to her. Even as I did visions of Elaine drifted in and out of my mind, Elaine who had shouted "Fuck me Bob, fuck me, fuck me." as I had pounded into her from behind. 

Jen was moving under me, rolling her hips as the contractions that preceded her orgasm rippled through the walls of her Vagina.

"Oh yes hon, yes. Fuck me Bob, fuck me, fuck me...cumming...cumming." I came with her, shooting my seed deep into her in a series of deep hard thrusts, our juices mingling as our motion slowed and then subsided to a gentle rocking, my penis still deep in her vagina, pressed against her cervix.

Jen released her grip on the sheets and wrapped her arms and legs around me pulling me tight against her. "Oh yes hon, oh yes; I needed that, oh god how I needed that." She put her hands to my head and kissed me and then smiled broadly at me. "Do you know how good you are for this lady? I do so love you."

"And I love you too darling, more than anything. I must be the luckiest guy around to be with a lady who demands what you've just asked for. You are so hot."

I rolled off her, pulling her with me and gave her butt a playful smack as I did.

"Hey, I could get to like that!" she joked. 

Jen seemed to be blossoming, becoming more adventurous. I lay alongside her for a moment, holding her hand, still coming down from our lovemaking. I took a deep breath. I had to know.

"Do you ever think about the evening with Mike and Elaine?"

"Yes, sometimes, well quite a lot. Do you?"

"Yeah, me too, quite a lot. Do you think it was the right thing...a good thing for us to do?"

"Yes it was." She paused. "Why, do you have any regrets, do you think we shouldn't have done it?" 

"No, I'm right with you. It was something we had to find out about and it was good fun too wasn't it?"

"Yes it was, lot's of fun."

I took another deep breath; this was the real question. "Would you do it again?"

Jen paused again. "With Mike and Elaine? No. They were fine; nice people but it wouldn't be the same another time." She paused again searching for the right words. "It's like going on vacation. There are some places that are special, that you want to go back to, year after year come rain or shine and then there are places that you go to once and then it's 'been there, got the t-shirt'. Know what I mean? You and I are the special place; Mike and Elaine are the t-shirt." 

"Wow, I thought that you...that we'd closed it down, y'know, throwing the sheets in the bin and all that. Are you still interested?"

"Yes we did close it down... for here. This is our bed, our home, our place but I am still interested or perhaps intrigued is a better word and it was good fun and very, very funny." She reached over to me and clasped her hand around my penis which was rapidly stiffening again. "And I think that you're at least a little interested as well, aren't you?"

I laughed. "It shows does it? Well it's no good denying it, it is interesting and exciting but what was funny that night?"

"It was after supper when Mike and I were on the cushions by the CD racks and you were with Elaine on the sofa and she said: 'You want to suck momma's titty?'. It just struck me as so funny. I had visions of you sucking away at her like one of those guys who go with wet nurses."

"Wet nurses? Where did you hear about that?"

Jen turned to me. "There's a lot I know that you don't know that I know. You're not the only one in this house who's interested in this stuff." She reached over and smacked my butt. "We're as naughty as each other."

I winced; she'd smacked me quite hard. "So what else did you hear? What did you and Mike get up to?"

"I don't think we heard anything. You've got to remember, Mike and I were on the cushions right by the stereo but I did hear you when you came in here to the bedroom. I heard Elaine shout 'Fuck me Bob, fuck me.' and I thought 'My god, that's my Bob having sex with another woman'. It was weird."

"That's what you yelled just now."

"What? Fuck me Bob?" Jen sat up and put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm sorry; I didn't mean anything by it, I mean saying the same thing. I really meant it, needed you to f..." Her voice trailed off.

"No, no, it's ok. I keep having flashbacks as well. The whole thing was weird for me too. I could see Mike stiffen up as he came and I thought 'He's cumming in my wife!'"

"Oh hon." Jen pulled me to her and cuddled me close. "You know, whatever happened that night it was good fun and very exciting but the most important thing is we're ok."

"I know we are, very ok." I cuddled her back. 

She leaned over to turn off her light and then, in the darkness, whispered in my ear as if to reduce the impact of what she was saying. "But it was just so much fun, so exciting wasn't it? You know, that incredible excitement of the first time, the buzz, having someone else's hands on my body and yet having no guilt, no fear and knowing it was the same for you. You felt like that too didn't you?"

Despite our recent lovemaking my penis was rapidly hardening into an erection. It had been very exciting, kissing and petting with Elaine and knowing all the while that I was going to have sex with her, to have my penis in her.

"Yes I felt it too. You know when I was outside at the bbq and Elaine came out? Suddenly it all became possible; I was kissing her, had my hands on her breasts and she wanted me to do that, wanted me to make love to her. What happened with you and Mike?"

"It was surreal. I was fixing the baked potatoes and so I had my oven mitts on and I couldn't do anything, as if my hands were tied. Mike came up behind me and put his arms around me, well, one arm around me and the other on my breast and I thought well 'Wow, that's a little fast.' and yet it felt good, exciting; my nipples almost stood to attention straight away and so I turned round and we kissed and, well, you know how it goes."

I pulled Jen to me and pressed my now fully erect penis against her; whether it was from our recent lovemaking or whether Jen was aroused again she was wet and my penis slipped easily over her smoothly shaved mound and against her labia. Jen adjusted her position a little, making herself more comfortable and taking me fully into her. We'd often do this, lay coupled, talking, enjoying the feel of each other but not moving. Now though there was a whole new dimension to it.

Jen continued.

"I'll admit I was frightened, frightened about what we... what I'd done; I'd had sex with another man, let another man into my body, broken my marriage vows to you. I was really scared, felt so guilty but as the week went by and you and I continued just as normal and then it was two weeks and then three and we'd made love a few times and the sky hadn't fallen in, the world hadn't come to an end and it just disappeared from my mind. Then about three weeks ago I was up here changing the sheets and I suddenly stopped and just looked at the bed remembering 'that's where I had sex with Mike and that's where Bob and Elaine were,' and I felt so turned on, so horny I just lay down here with my vibrator and made myself cum but I was remembering it all and saying to myself: 'Fuck me Mike, fuck me'.

Jen looked at me, a worried look on her face as if she were terrified of my reaction. "Oh god that must sound awful, but wasn't it like that for you?"

From the way my erection had grown inside her Jen must have known that she had nothing to worry about but I had to reassure her. "Yes it was, just the same for me. I was so worried that when we tried to make love somehow it wouldn't work, that you might say no, knowing that I'd had sex with Elaine but I guess like you I realised that we were ok and then I started re-living it, trying to remember in detail each moment, each contact, each sensation." I laughed. "My secretary must think I have a bladder problem I spend so much time in the washroom jacking off!"

"Ha! You naughty boy!" Jen smacked me again. "If that carries on I'm going to put you over my knee and give you a good spanking."

"Is that a promise or a threat?"

"Both I think!" and she smacked me again.

"Ouch! That hurt!"

"Well it's meant to isn't it? Anyway that's enough for now."

We always kiss goodnight but tonight Jen kissed me as if she couldn't get enough, her mouth open against mine with her tongue swirling deep in my mouth, her breasts pressed hard against my chest and her mound grinding against me.

"Goodnight lover; we're having fun aren't we?"

***

I had busy day at work and didn't really give our conversation much thought but as I walked through the door on that Friday evening Jen came dashing out of the kitchen waving the local newspaper at me.

"Look, I found this," she said, indicating an ad in the personals column. Tucked in between the ads for men seeking women and women seeking men was a simple one line ad:

"Good friends meet to have fun together". There was a mobile phone number to call.

Jen sounded excited. "What do you think? Is it worth giving the number a call? Is it what I think it is? Come on, let's give it a call, it might be fun."

"What now? Well ok." I said and I dialled as she called out the number. The number rang for a while and then answered with a message. 

"After the tone, please key your mobile phone number followed by the hash key to receive important information".

I placed my hand over the phone and whispered to Jen. "They want my number."

"Well go on, give it to them. Go on." She seemed almost impatient with me so I keyed the number as instructed and then ended the call.

"What now?" She asked.

"I don't know, just wait I suppose."

***

In the morning I checked my phone; there was a txt message with a web address so I opened it in Explorer. It was a pretty slick site but there was no way of knowing exactly what it was.

"Come and join us. Good food, good company, very good fun." The graphics were drawn in soft focus but it was easy to see that they were of couples and groups at dinner tables or bbqs, smiling and laughing, drinking wine - having fun, people like us -- the Baby Boomer generation. It could have been a website for an upmarket housing development.

I yelled up to Jen. "Hon, I have a response from that ad."

She came down the stairs two at a time, a robe thrown around her shoulders and her hair still wet from the shower. She leaned over me to see the screen and I could feel the weight and warmth of her breasts on my shoulders.

"My gosh," her voice was breathy with excitement. "Is it a swinger's site?" She paused as she read the text. "I'm sure it is; look at the way 'very' is underlined. That must mean something. Scroll down, scroll down."

At the bottom of the page was a diary of upcoming events and another number to call to get on the guest list.

Jen stabbed at the screen with a finger. "Look, there's one tonight. Let's go, it sounds fun and naughty." She ran her hands down inside the front of my bathrobe, grazing my nipples with her fingernails as she did so. Her head was right next to mine and she kissed my ear wetly and breathily.

"This is making me feel so horny. Let's go, just see what happens and maybe stay to watch. Ok?"

How could I say no? I was as excited as Jen but knew I wanted more than watching and I was sure Jen did as well. I just didn't want it to go wrong for us.

"Ok, we'll go." I turned and kissed her. "Jesus Jen, you are one sexy woman and I do love you so much."

"I love you too hon," She spun the desk chair round until it was facing into the room "And I'm going to show you right now." Jen straddled me and pulled my robe open to reveal my erection. Her robe was already on the floor and she took hold of my shaft and guided it into her, sitting down on me as she did. Her slot was wet and slippery from her excitement and my cock slipped easily all the way into her. As her pussy made contact with the base of my cock Jen gave a little gasp.




Before It's Too Late Ch. 02



I awoke before Rick the following morning and my body reminded me of everything I had done or had done to me. I slipped quietly out of bed and went into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I admired the fading red stripes on my thighs, my belly and across my tits. A shudder of excitement passed through me and I knew without a doubt that before we left Vegas, I wanted Rick to take me back to the dungeon. Not right away, there was so much more we both would want to see and do.

I slipped back into bed and moved head first towards Rick's cock. I licked his hard morning wood, as he calls it, gently from the base to his bulbous head and back again eliciting a loud groan from Rick.

"Oh babe that feels so good. I'll never tire of your mouth."

Lifting my head to look in my husband's sleepy eyes I said.

"I am so glad we never went to Hawaii last night. I was up earlier and I love the way the red stripes you gave me look, they made me so damn hot when I saw them today I had to come back to bed and find your magnificent cock. May I suck you Rick?"

"As long as you save some strength for tonight babe. I'd really like to see you filled everywhere tonight, all at once. I want to watch you cum hard."

I wasn't sure I was ready for that yet, but I knew Rick was right that we'd need to rest a bit today if we wanted to enjoy whatever pleasure we choose tonight.

"Just a nice little blow job to take the edge off baby. Then unless you need to taste my cunt, we can rest today and be ready for tonight."

"Swing that sweet ass around and let me have my breakfast while you have yours."

"Yes Sir."

Rick eat me while I sucked him and while I'd like to tell you it went on for hours, it was a relatively quick orgasm for both of us. Rick swallowed a load from my cunt and I swallowed his cum.

We spent the day lounging by the pool, taking a walk outside in the heat of the day, then played a few slots. Soon it was time to have a quick bite of dinner then dress for night number two at the club.

That night I dressed in black. Black hose shoes and dress. The dress was short and so was the neckline. It was a lacy material and in the right light all of my 'charms' could be seen. I had no second thoughts as we once again crossed the lobby knowing some would be staring at us as we walked to the limo. Leaving the hotel we donned our blindfolds and the driver laughed and told us we had time yet, if we wished to see some of Vegas. I responded.

"We're here for the action at the club, we can see Vegas anytime."

In short order we were once again walking through the entrance and showing our passes. We went to the bar and had a drink then took them to a table and sat to enjoy them.

"Robin, how would you like to start the night off babe?"

I 'd given it some thought and said.

"It may sound silly but I want to start every night with you Rick, and end every night with you too. So when we're ready lets go to the one on one room first and see what happens. On our way let's look about too, see what might look good for later."

We ventured to the second floor and took our time. I once again stared at the room where all sorts of combinations were doing all sorts of things. No women had five guys like last night but a few were enjoying either a cock at each end or a DP with a cock in her ass and one in her pussy. I thought maybe later I'd take Rick in there and maybe find a girl or a guy and have a threesome. In my head I needed to warm up to a complete set of cocks.

Then we passed a room with all women, making love to one another or as a three some or in a chain of four or more, each eating anther cunt. When we came to the room where we started last night I pulled Rick to the door. As we stripped our selves naked I said to Rick.

"I'd like you to take my ass tonight, loosen it up. When the time comes for a threesome or the magic five cock shuffle, I want my ass a little worked out."

"Then lets take a tube of lube in with us babe."

I know we're in a swinging fuck club but I still wanted the whole thing with Rick, a little kissing, a little oral stimulation and then penetration. So Rick and I found an open spot and wrapped our arms around each other and started to gently kiss one another. I suppose the fact we were naked, on display and in a room filled with the sounds of others fucking away our foreplay was not as in depth as it might have been in our bed back home. Soon Rick was coating his hard cock with lube and I was stuffing my own asshole with lube rather then waiting for Rick.

"Rick I want to sit on you tonight, take your cock in my ass riding on top of you."

Rick lay down and stroked his lube coated hard cock as I stood with a leg to either side. I wanted to do this with no support and told him to keep his hands off. I wanted to just squat down, point his cock at my anus and let nature bring him inside me. If my legs gave out then I'd get a whole lot of cock a whole lot faster then planned. With my legs a bit forward of his groin so I could sit back on him I grabbed his staff and held it straight and aimed my anal opening a lowered myself. Once I felt secure he was aimed correctly I let go and put my hands behind my head so my tits would jut out to Rick then slowly lowered my self onto his manhood. My thighs were trembling once his cock was maybe an inch or so in and the strain of going slow had me dripping profusely from my open cunt. I could see my cum pooling on Rick's belly and felt the stirrings of an orgasm. All of this orgasming and tension was happening with only a couple of Rick's hard inches buried in my ass. Tensing my thighs to allow me control I lowered my self till I could go no lower. Oh god I'd forgotten how good a hard cock can feel in my ass. I just had to sit there and let the feelings wash over me, it was unusual for me to orgasm with just anal penetration but damn it that's what happened and I needed to ride it before I could ride my favorite cock. Rick was not idle his hands began to knead my tits as soon as I had him fully inserted.

In control and feeling better for enjoying that orgasmic rush I slowly stood up letting my cock slide almost out then I lowered myself back till I have all of that cock in me. Rick's hands stayed on my tits, rubbing my nipples, pulling on them twisting them so slightly. I want to draw this out, take my time and really enjoy fucking my cock with my ass. It feels so damn good. I shake my chest as I ride his cock making my tits jiggle under Rick rough hands. Looking up I see a tiny petite red head staring at Rick and me. I smile at her and she comes over and says.

"That's so beautiful, the way you're riding him, his hands on your tits. May I kiss you while you enjoy that cock? My names Sandy."

I looked at the cute blue-eyed red head and leaned over as she leaned into me and we kissed. It was a sloppy tongue twisting, saliva, producing kiss and I loved it. I don't know how but she kept her lips glued to mine as I rocked up and down on Rick's fat cock, I'd kept my arms behind my head all that time and wasn't going to now use them to hold Sandy. I was moving fast but she kept up with me lingering with that kiss, so messy and yet so fucking sexy too. I wanted her, maybe next if she'd have me. I whipped my head away as my body exploded in orgasm as Rick unleashed a massive load of cum in my ass. I blubbered an apology and moving my arms down from behind me I took Sandy's hand in mine and clasped it to my tit that Rick had abandoned when he came, not wanting her to leave till I could speak to her. My orgasm finally abated and Sandy's hand was caressing my tit as I sat on Rick slowly shrinking cock, his cum oozing from my asshole all over his thighs.

"Sandy, I'm Robin and this stud is Rick, my husband. I'd like to make love to you Sandy just as soon as I clean up my man's cock. Would you wait for me? Will you let me make love to you Sandy?"

"Robin, yes and yes! If you would allow me to help you clean up your man I would love to taste what he put in your ass."

Still holding her hand I stepped off Rick. Sandy and I licked Rick's cock, his thighs and his belly where so much of my pussy juice had pooled. 

"Sandy, I want Rick to watch us. I want him to see me make love with you. I don't want him to play with us now, but if you want to have him next or later that would be OK."

"I'd like that Robin, both the alone time with a beautiful woman and then I would love to see that cock somewhere in me. If he can do half of what I saw on your face, it's something I don't want to miss."

"Ladies, let me stand up and let you two have this mat. I'm in need of some water, I'll be right back, don't wait on me."

We didn't I had Sandy lie down on her back and spread her legs. I said.

"Sweetie I want to eat you and have you cum on my face then we can do each other or you can do me, but I really just want the pleasure of enjoying your body without distraction, do you mind?"

"Oh Robin that sounds delicious, as long as you let me have the same experience. If we are still needy then maybe the sixty-nine. I'm feeling what you're feeling though I want to eat you and enjoy you without distraction."

I knelt between Sandy's spread legs and kissed my way up her thighs. I enjoyed her scent as I neared her cunt and when I looked up that pussy was open and already wet. I stuck out my tongue and softly licked her from her anus to her clit, not penetrating her hole, not doing more to her clitoris then grazing by it. I lapped her a few times like this then took her labia into my mouth one side at a time and sucked them and gently chewed on them. All the time I watched as her pussy opened and closed like a fish out of water, spewing her juices and watching them trickle down her ass crack. Teasing is fun and necessary but I can't take it long and don't expect any partner to do so either so I literally dove in. My tongue began to fuck her pussy and my hands massaged her ass and thighs. I lapped her juices and tweaked her clit. I pulled her labia with my teeth and let a finger enter her cunt and another tease her anus. 

Sandy was a tasty woman. Her pussy produced sweet nectar and I couldn't swallow enough of it. Her hips were twisting and rocking up and down and I started to concentrate on her clit, battering it with my tongue then sucking it into my mouth and holding it tight. I hear her begging me and I am not ignoring her I know she needs a little more and when the time is right, when she's ready to cum I let my thumb replace my finger and slide it into her ass and her whole body seems to lift off the mat and she screams my name. I can see her tits bouncing on her chest and her breathing is so rapid. I gently lick her cunt and let her ride that orgasm. When I feel her squirm I know her cunt is sore and needs some time. I crawl up over her hips, and kiss each of her nipples before I plant my face on hers and kiss her deeply. I break the kiss and whisper in her ear.

"Oh Baby you are one tasty cunt. Did I do good? I don't often have the pleasure of a sexy woman. I hope you're pleased with me!"

"Robin you were born to do this. I've had many women in my life and never was it better then this. When I get a little strength back I'd sure love to taste that pussy of yours."

I cuddle with Sandy and kiss her repeatedly as her body recovers and all too soon that warm sweet sexy body crawled down and got between my legs. Her approach was different she went in hard and sucked my clit hard then bit my labia before tongue fucking my pussy. Just as she had me ready to roar, she'd back off to sweet licks and soft kisses. When I relaxed into that softness she'd ramp it up again this time sucking and tongue fucking my asshole, while pumping two fingers in and out of my cunt, twisting them and rubbing my clit with her palm. No sooner was I ready to ride the wave she flattened the ocean and again made love to my pussy and ass with soft, gentle touches and kisses. She had me on a roller coaster and just as I was about to beg her to make me cum she lifted her wet fact up and said.

"Get ready! Here you cum"

Oh and did she come at me, tooth and nail if you will. Wild and wantonly she ate my soppy cunt, using fingers and tongue in both my holes. Never gentle but forceful, in charge and my body succumbed and I screamed loudly as a massive orgasm ripped through me leaving me breathless.

She moved up and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed each other softly, letting me come down gently. I looked up and saw Rick beaming at us with a cup of water for each of us. We sat up and thanked him while sipping the cool water. I looked over and Sandy had her eyes glued to Rick re-energized cock. I giggled and said.

"Hey if you two are ready, there is nothing I'd like more then to see you and Rick together."

The nodded in unison and Rick asked.

"Tell me what you want Sandy and how you want it."

"I'd like to taste that hard tool of yours for a bit and then I want you to make me your bitch, take me from behind, ass or pussy, your choice. Take me and make me yours."

I giggled and stood up then looking about and seeing a man alone I said.

"Rick while you're busy making Sandy your bitch I'm going to see if that cock over there might like to visit my pussy."

Rick looked up and nodded as Sandy was taking him in her mouth. I caught the man's attention and waved him over, then got on my knees and looked up and asked him.

"I'd like you to fuck me but first do you mind if I taste a little bit?"

"I've been watching you over here and was thinking about how nice it would be. My name Bill and taste all you want, just leave me hard so I can fill that pretty pussy."

Smiling I took his cock in my mouth relishing the differences between him and Rick. Similar size cocks but his was just a little slimmer and fit easily into my mouth. Some might say that a cock is a cock but there are differenced in texture, taste and of course size, but what I noticed is how uneven the surface of his cock was, the veins and arteries were more pronounced and his cock head more pointed. As my mouth made the comparisons my mind led me to imagine how that cock was going to feel inside me. I was sure it was a better cock for my ass, but I wasn't in the mood so soon after just using my ass with Rick. I did managed to catch a glimpse or two of Sandy and Rick and she was on her knees and elbows as Rick plowed into her from behind, making her his bitch just like she asked. It looked so good I said to Bill.

" I'd like it if you rode me doggy style, I want to feel all of this wonderful cock stretch my pussy."

I pulled off his cock and assumed the position on my knees and elbows and swung my ass back and forth calling for Bills cock. He was rubbing the head of his cock through my slit when the rumbling of an orgasm first started to rear itself inside me, and when he slid in that orgasm began to take shape. Bill was pounding me now and taking me deep and it felt so damn good I moaned in appreciation and in need. I was pushing my ass back into Bill as he thrust forward and could not help but see compare this image of me with the dutiful wife back home. That contrast was so sharp and yet so similar. I loved to have Rick fuck me and I was being fucked. It was a strange cock for me and that and the public aspect of this club were the differences. 

That orgasm was now on the verge of consuming me and I felt Bill quicken his stroke and knew that when his sperm blasted into me that I would release my own cum. Bill drove in and out quick now and yet hard and deep. I was babbling incoherently as I felt him stiffen and then that first spasm followed by a torrent of hot sperm splashing the walls of my cunt sent me over the edge. Successive eruptions of his cock sent fresh waves of pleasure through me. My own pussy was gushing my release over his cock as he held it deep inside me as he finished releasing his load. A satisfied grunt escaped my lips and my body quietly slipped down onto the mat leaving Bill's withering cock.

The nice thing about this club is the ability to just walk away, or in this case Bill walked away allowing me to bask in the aftermath and enjoy the ripples of pleasure that swept through me. I lifted an eye to where I'd last seen Rick and Sandy and like me she was flat on the mat, cum oozing from between her splayed legs. I felt Bill's ejaculate trickling from my hole as well. I only wondered if Sandy was smiling as much as I was.

"Hey babe, when you feel up to it how about a little stroll and see what other fun is in store for us. By the was Sandy is here by herself so if you want to keep her with us, that's fine with me."

I rolled over and looked at the man I love more then anything in the world. We were giving each other a gift this week and I wanted him to know how much pleasure I had giving and being given this gift. I waved him down to me and kissed him deeply then put my mouth close to his ear and said.

"Thanks for all of this, thanks for doing this and letting me do this. I am so grateful that you are my husband."

"Rick whispered back. I feel the same gratitude babe. I see the joy on your face as we ride here and the joy is still there when you snuggle up to me when we leave. Now let's get off that ass of yours and see what you want to do with Sandy who by the way has a nice tight cunt, well maybe not so tight as it was..."

I laughed as his attempt at glorifying his manhood and stood up and hugged him. For some unknown reason I saw Sandy had some of the same submissive traits that I had with Rick and called out to her.

"Sandy! You little slut get off your ass and come along with us and lets find some more fun."

She rolled over slowly and grinned as she got to her feet, still a little unsteady and gingerly came to us. The three of us walked naked now, we would not need our clothes till we left. We neared the room for women only and know Rick would need some time to recover I asked him.

"Rick, you're walking with two dirty cunts all stuffed with cum. I'd like to take Sandy in this room and clean each other out, maybe let a few of the other women join us, but I need you to watch baby, watch your wife eat pussy and be eaten. Just knock on the glass when you want us back. OK?"

"I'd love to watch you and Sandy too. Go on, I'll give you time to enjoy, but you'd both better be ready for me when I knock."

I took Sandy's hand and together we entered a room with about twenty women. All gorgeous in their own way and proud of their bodies. A number of men were with Rick at the window obviously most of them were enjoying seeing their partners with other women. I took Sandy to a mat and we did the old sixty-nine. I enjoyed her pussy and my husbands cum and she ravished my cunt sucking out Bill's copious cum. Soon I felt a hand touch me and another woman joined us, she gently moved me from Sandy's sweet cunt and put her own mouth on it, then positioned herself so I could eat her. Another pussy to taste and I enjoyed her, a much muskier taste not as sweet as Sandy but no less enjoyable. Her clit was sensitive and large and as I sucked it into my mouth it reminded me of a very small cock. When she came on my face I let go and licked her pussy enjoying the fullness of her flavor in her cum. Another woman came over and now the four of us were in a chain, this woman replace Sandy's vigorous tongue on my cunt, and placed her own puss in Sandy's face.

I came a few times while we were in that room and was cuming again when I heard the rapping on the glass. All of us looked over, as that must have been a common signal. I saw that Rick and another man were knocking so I disengaged myself and grabbed Sandy's hand and said.

"There is a nice cock outside that I like you and I to suck together."

So that's how I entered the group room, with Sandy and Rick. While we shared Rick two men came over and knelt behind Sandy and I and slipped their hard and ready cocks into my pussy and either Sandy's puss or ass I could not see. Meanwhile we both took turns sucking Rick's cock, at time we each licked a side and met at the top and kissed each other then kissed his cock head. When I took Rick fully into my mouth I realized that this was the firs time I had a cock in my mouth and another in my puss. It felt amazing and I resisted letting Sandy have his cock. I did though because I knew she needed to have the same feeling I did. When Rick came in Sandy's mouth I was sad that I didn't have that pleasure but just as I thought that the man in my pussy exploded inside me and I was engulfed in a major orgasm. I almost resisted Sandy when she leaned over to kiss me, her own body raked with orgasm. As I kissed her she opened her mouth and surprised me with most of Rick ejaculate still held in her mouth. We shared that cum and both of us came again even though the cocks had already shrunk and dropped from our holes.




Before It's Too Late Ch. 02



I'd had enough for now and suggested we find robes and go have a drink downstairs. I wasn't ready to leave, no I had more I wanted to do, but Rick would need time and so would Sandy and I. Our pussies were well used and needed some time off. Finding robes we slipped them on and ambled downstairs. We nursed our drinks and chatted getting to know each other. Seems Sandy's partner was out of town and as a member women were allowed to enter alone as long as it's once in a while and justified. I asked her what she would want to do and she reached over and opened my robe and pointed to the now very faint red stripes over my tits.

"Did that hurt a lot?"

"No, in fact I am dying to go back up there but I am afraid."

She looked at me and asked.

"Afraid of what Robin?"

I didn't really want to say, I wasn't really sure myself why I was afraid but I needed to answer and I said what I felt then.

"Kind of afraid of how much I liked it. Kind of afraid my what husband might think of that desire. We've never even spanked each other, never did much more then light restraint."

"Well why don't we let Rick give his opinion on this. It seems to me that this is something that turns you on, maybe it turns Rick on too. I know I am kind of itching to see how it feels, see if it is as much a turn on as I've been told."

We both looked at Rick and really his face said it. Still he said.

"Robin, I was very turned on marking you. I admit I held back a bit, I didn't want to over do it. If you look now you will see my cock is already agreeable to taking you there."

I pondered it all and yes from the tent in his robe Rich was being honest. I did want to go back and share this with Sandy too. Yet I also wanted to add something to it. I formulated it all in my mind then took their hands and started for the steps. As we climbed the stairs headed for the third floor dungeon I was getting wet but I knew I needed to explain what I wanted before it happened.

"Rick, Sandy. Once we are in the dungeon I'd like both of us to be restrained and to be together in some way and so that Rick can use one of the tools to mark us. Maybe we are back to back, so our bodies, I mean the front of out bodies can be marked. I enjoyed being blindfolded last time but this time I want to see the whip, belt or whatever coming at me and know its coming. Then when we've had enough I want Rick to take us to that other room, where we can lie hand in hand, displaying our stripped torsos and let men come in and cover us in cum. Is that too much Rick, too dirty? Sandy?

We were at the door to the dungeon now and I looked at them waiting to hear their answers, hoping they were both on board. I felt as I waited like a little girl who had said her first bad word in front of her parents and was feeling humiliated and sure to be chastised for my thoughts. Finally Sandy said.

"That idea of yours has me about to cum! I want to do it I want to be covered in cum and have my body stripped in red welts too."

Rick nods. He really doesn't need to voice what I know he too wants to do and see. We wander about and Rick sees a place he says will work. He takes us over and clamps first my wrists to metal cuffs attached to a chain then he does the same to Sandy. He leaves us like that and goes to fetch some instruments. He returns with a belt, a rawhide whip, a riding crop and a small item that looks like a tiny fly swatter. He set the tiny one down at his feet then holds the other three out and says.

"You need to decide together which of these you want. Only one will be used so you need to agree."

I looked to Sandy and said.

"The belt will leave a wider stripe, I am afraid of the whip, and the crop will leave a thin stripe. I'm inclined to go with the crop, but since I've already had this pleasure, I will leave it to you."

Sandy examined the three items and told Rick to get rid of the whip she told him it was too much for her first. The she asked him to swat her once with each of the other two. The belt made a loud noise as it met her soft ass and though she yelped she merely nodded to the crop. Rick swung that towards her other cheek and it made a quieter sound but Sandy made a louder yelp. Then she looked at her ass and said, she wanted the wider marks and chose the belt. I nodded Rick took the crop back to it place, leaving the belt and the tiny fly swatter like thing. When he returned he went to the wall behind us and pushed a button and my arms began to rise until I was left with only my toes touching the ground. Then I watched as Sandy was similarly lifted and we stood there on our toes. I realized that as we were smacked with the belt the force would make our bodies collide and I loved the possibilities. Rick picked up the belt and said.

"I will mark your thighs, your ass, your bellies and your tits. Robin's safe word, the word telling me to stop last night was Hawaii, is that good for you Sandy? An for you Robin?'

We both nodded and Rick said.

"Feel free to scream and beg, you can hear the others in here and I don't want to be thought of as being too easy on you."

Rick whipped the belt over my left ass cheek and the force pushed me into Sandy, then he swatted Sandy pushing her intro me, soon we were swinging suspended mostly by are cuffed arms as Rick wielded the belt everywhere he promised. My ass took it easily as did Sandy, but the thighs and belly were a little more intense and for a second I thought I saw palm trees but bit back the thought as Rick worked our tits. When he set the belt down I was a bit relieved and a bit wanting. I should have known my man. He picked up the now forgotten by me tiny fly swatter like thing and stepped up to us. Using a small chain he managed to position us both facing him, our legs a bit open from the soreness of the welts on our thighs.

"Just a little icing on the top ladies then we can take you down and have these stripes covered in cum."

I smiled inside at the tiny thing in his hands sure it was not going to be anywhere near the sensations of the belt. Once again Rick showed me how wrong I was as he used that tiny thing to on my clit. Not just touching but coming up between my legs and spanking my tender clit. He did it twice then did Sandy twice and while we were screaming in pain neither of us used the safe word. All in all he smacked out clit ten times and I know I came twice just from that and I know Sandy seemed rocked at least once.

Lowering the chains both Sandy and I collapsed in heaps as Rick unshackled us. Bringing us some much needed water Sandy and I looked at our well-stripped bodies then reached out to gently touch each other's marks. When Rick held a hand out for each of us we grinned and then groaned as we stood up and were encompassed in Rick's arms as we regained some sense of stability. The screams and moans of the men and women still in the room resurfaced, as our own need to scream was gone. Leaving the dungeon we headed down hoping the room we wanted was available. 

There were two beds left in the room and lots of hard cocks so we lay side by side holding hands, spreading our legs and using out free hand to rub our tits and play with our pussies as men, including Rick gathered close, stroking their cocks. Rick had given us goggles as he's read that cum in the eyes was painful. I looked at Sandy with love in my eyes and then would look at the cocks flexing over me and wished I could see both Sandy and the cocks. In one way it seemed forever and in another it seemed to quick, but when I felt the first hot stream of cum splatter my chest, covering my tits an orgasm began to build. As man after man erupted and sprayed his seed on me that orgasm mounted. My face was almost covered in the first few ejaculations and my tits were a sopping mess of spunk, my belly and legs similarly were developing a build up of hot cum and that orgasm came and stayed as stream after stream of cum coated me. My goggles were covered so I could barley see Sandy but I heard her writhing and moaning and knew we were in a similar place.

When the last jet of cum was over Rick came over and lifted off my goggles then did the same for Sandy. I looked at her and saw her covered completely with cum some dry already some still oozing and assumed I looked just as dirty and sexy. Rick helped me up and the got Sandy standing then put his arms around the two of us and said smile! Evidently it's a tradition at the club to photograph the men and women who submit to a sperm bath. One copy stayed at the club and the other went with the subject and or her partner. Then we showered and Sandy Rick and I washed each other. Cum goes on easy but its hard to remove, Sandy and I washed our hair three times to get the dried spunk out. I was wiped out but realized that Rick had not cum since he'd fucked Sandy earlier and his cock look almost raw it was so hard. I looked at Sandy and nodded to Rick's cock and she shook her head no and mouthed 'sorry'. I smiled and instead as we started out, I took Rick into the one on one room and let him find a woman in need. Not hard as the women in the club were there for that purpose.

Rick and a buxom blonde paired up as I watched. She had to be at least a DD cup but a beautifully slim body and a fantastic butt. She and Rick found an open mat and were soon rutting like animals. I knew Rick was ready; he'd watched a lot and participated a little that night. The blonde was good; she took him in her mouth and took all of him which as I know is not easy. Then she put Rick on his back and sat on his cock and gave him the ride of his life. When Rick finally released the blonde cried out and her whole body shook. They kissed and hugged and Rick took my hand and we found Sandy, dressed. She said thanks and goodnight, as she had to go home to her kids. I must have had a shocked look on my face because Sandy responded

"Yeah I am a mother and if you saw me during the day you'd see a soccer mom. When my husband and I come to the club, it's like any other night out as far as the kids know, a baby sitter etc. Thanks for the wonderful night, maybe I'll see you guys for the competition Saturday night."

As she walked off I wondered what she meant by the competition and as we dressed and prepared to leave, waiting for a limo we saw a brochure on the desk. Stunned I read the one page flyer and learned that the annual fuck off was scheduled for Saturday night. The winner would receive a lifetime membership to the club for herself and her partner. There were no other details and I decided it was time to get in touch with Carol and Jack again. We really should have done so anyway, we owed them at least a dinner. I was sure Carol and or jack would be able to tell us all about the fuck off.

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Before It's Too Late Ch. 02



"Jeez you're big...so fucking big and I love it." I started to move but my Jen had other ideas, shaking her head. "Uh uh. Let's wait, I want us both to feel horny tonight... very horny," she kissed me hard, her tongue pushing into my mouth, "Very, very horny." Leaning over to the desk she picked up my phone and dialled the number. It rang a couple of times and then Jen stilled for a moment as she listened and then spoke.

"Yes, two of us... yes married... yes of course... yes I understand... everything... no first time... Bob and Jen... ok... yes cash is ok... just a minute," Jen grabbed at a note pad and pen "Ok go ahead..." writing quickly "Ok got it... yes 9 o'clock... ok see you then... ok thanks." and she finished the call.

"Darling you're going to have to get off, you're nearly breaking my cock off leaning over like that."

"Oh gosh, sorry." She stood and the shaft of my cock was glistening with her juices. 

"So tell me, what did they say?" I wanted to know, to hear all the details.

"Well her name is Patty, it is what we thought, good friends having a very good time together," Jen emphasised very in a suggestive way, smiling as she did; "it sounds very select and we're due there at 9 pm this evening, dress smart casual and it's £100 each to get in."

"£200 to get in? Where the hell is it, the Ritz?"

"No hon," Jen looked hurt at my outburst "No that's for everything, buffet supper, wine and well... everything. It's in a nice area." She showed me the address "Don't be angry, the £200 entry fee will keep it..." she searched for a word "... well it'll keep it nice."

"I'm sorry, you're right," I kissed her "Until 9 0'clock then." I looked at Jen; her eyes were sparkling. "I'm very excited about this. Are you?"

"Yes," she replied. "Very."

***

We did the usual Saturday things but there was an air of excitement between us. We went into town shopping and couldn't keep our hands off each other. Jen dragged me into the changing room at one shop while she tried on a couple of dresses and we took the opportunity to fondle and kiss each other. The assistant must have known what was going on: when we came out she asked with a broad grin, 'Any good in there... I mean the dresses?' 

Jen replied with an equally broad smile. "It was fine thank you, but not the dresses."

We left the shop giggling like a couple of school kids.

Later that afternoon Jen ran a bath for herself and I showered. From the shower I watched as Jen shaved first under her arms and then her legs before sitting on the edge of the bath to shave her pussy. Ever since the evening with Mike and Elaine, Jen had kept her pussy shaved smooth; she said it made our lovemaking feel better, more intense and I certainly enjoyed the feel of her smooth pussy when we had oral sex. She knew I was watching as she sat on the edge of the bath facing the shower with her legs spread wide. As she finished she looked up at me and blew a kiss. I couldn't remember a time when we'd felt closer or more sexually excited by each other. I shaved as Jen dried her hair and then we went into the bedroom to dress. I was about to pull on some underwear when Jen came over to me.

"Not tonight hon; I want to know that you've got nothing on under there." She stood right up against me, not holding me but so close that we were touching all the way from head to toe.

"Do you know about pheromones?" she asked. 

I nodded. "Yes, why?"

"Well I read about this in one of my magazines." She stepped back a pace and then with her fingers collected some of the precum that was beading at the end of my cock. "It said that this is the best cologne there is." she said, dabbing her fingers behind my ears and on the front of my neck, "and this," she said running her fingers between her labia and then dabbing her neck and behind her ears, "is the best perfume there is." 

I had to smile. This was my lovely, modest Jen who had in the space of a few months transformed into the sexiest lady I could imagine. The taxi ride was just fifteen minutes and we pulled up outside a large house set back from the road. I paid the driver and we walked up the drive. Although the curtains were drawn we could see that there were lights on, both downstairs and upstairs. I rang the door bell and took a pace back. The door was opened by a very attractive lady, about the same age as us I guessed. "Hello, I'm Patty," she said, holding out her hand 

"Oh Hi, we're Bob and Jen. You spoke to Jen earlier."

"That's right, hello, come on in." I shook her hand and she kissed me on both cheeks before kissing Jen as well. "It's your first time isn't it? We'll I'm sure that you'll have a lovely time. We're a very friendly crowd and always delighted to have new friends join us."

She led us into the hall and took our coats. The house was spacious and well furnished and the sound of music and light hearted conversation filtered out from one of the rooms.

"Just a couple of things before I take you in...so boring really but..." 

I interrupted her and handed her the money. "No that's ok. £200 isn't?"

"Yes thank you and, I was going to say since it's your first time, don't do anything that you're not happy with or feel uncomfortable about... nobody will mind if you say no and of course no touching unless invited; you can always ask of course and if they say yes that's fine," she said with a laugh "but please don't take offence if someone says no, just as they won't if you say no. Alright? Ok, let's take you into the sitting room and introduce you to one or two people to start with. Everybody's very friendly," that emphasis again "and we'll get you something to drink. Champagne?"

So this was it, our first swinging party although I didn't know if we would do as much as that. I caught Jen's hand as we went into the room. "You ok?"

"Yes and you?"

"Yes, very." and I gave her a kiss.

There were twenty or so people in the room all couples as far as I could tell and all about our age group. Patty introduced us to one of the couples.

"This is Bob and Jen. It's their first time with us."

We chatted with them for a while, drank a couple of glasses of champagne and then they called over another couple and soon we were in a group of eight people, laughing and chatting, just regular party conversation: golf, work, the weather, fetching drinks and food for each other then one on the women turned to me.

"Bob, would you help me get some more drinks and food?" and suddenly I was at the other side of the room without Jen and when we returned with the drinks Jen had joined another group. I looked over and caught her eye. 'Ok?" I mouthed to her and she nodded, smiled and blew me a kiss. 

"Now Bob, why don't I show you something of the house since it's your first time." This was Sally, the woman I'd been to the bar with and she took my arm and led me into the hall speaking as we walked.

"We're all very good friends here and there's lots of ways that we enjoy ourselves. Sometimes we like to chat or dance, in the summer we use the pool and then of course, all year round there are grownup things to do and that happens mostly upstairs. Would you like to see?"

I tried to answer but discovered that my voice wouldn't work so I cleared my throat and tried again. "Yes, of course, that sounds fun." I discovered something else at the same time. I had a huge erection that was trying to burst out of the front of my chinos.

I followed Sally up the stairs, watching her very lovely bottom all the while and wondering what she'd say if I asked her. Would she say yes or was there some yet to be revealed protocol here? I didn't know but she had asked me to come upstairs with her; she could have left this task to one of the other women in the group we were with but she chose to do it. Was this a signal to me or to the other women? We walked along the landing past a couple of doors that were closed and then she led me into a bedroom. I don't know what I'd expected but it was just a bedroom, like any guest room with a bathroom.

Sally was watching me. "Were you expecting something else?"

I looked around the room again. "I don't know really, no I suppose not." I laughed nervously. "No whips then?"

"No silly, not here," she laughed. "They're all in the cellar." 

I could believe her. And then somehow the door was closed. Perhaps Sally had pushed it to with her foot.

She turned to face me. "You can kiss me if you like." For a moment I was a little taken aback but then of course that is what I was here for with Jen and certainly why Sally was here, so we kissed, lightly at first and then with more passion until our mouths were locked on each other and out tongues swirled and darted in and out of each other's mouths. I could feel the press of her breasts against me and the hardness of her mound as she pushed her hips forward against my erection and then as suddenly as we'd started, Sally pulled away from me.

"I don't know if you and Jen arranged anything, but most couples have some sort of signal; here we usually leave a jacket or cardigan on the bench at the bottom of the stairs or perhaps our shoes underneath it, something that our partners can easily see to indicate that we're, shall we say, 'busy' for a while."

She smiled at me in a reassuringly. "I'm sure that someone will have explained this to your wife."

I frowned. "But we didn't leave anything downstairs did we?" 

Sally linked arms with me, smiled again and raised an eyebrow. "But we're not 'busy' are we? At least, not yet. Just kissing." and as if to make the point she kissed me again, full on, her tongue darting into my mouth. "But if you'd like to get 'busy' later I'm sure we can sort something out."

Sally's invitation was clear and direct and my already erect penis stiffened further, thrusting against the waistband of my trousers. Images of us having sex flashed through my mind and I found myself unable to speak again, my pulse racing. Eventually I managed a breathy "That sounds fun." We went downstairs again, past the bench; there was a few jackets and cardigans there and some shoes under it but nothing that I recognised as Jen's. I didn't know if I was pleased or disappointed. 

Sally noticed me looking. "Nothing there? Don't worry, there's plenty of time." she smiled, giving my arm a squeeze and we continued into the sitting room again. 

Jen was there sitting with a man and a woman, chatting animatedly but glancing around the room as she did, watching for me and she waved and smiled as she spotted me enter the room with Sally, excusing herself from her conversation and coming to greet me. 

"So you've had the conducted tour as well I see." She used her thumb to wipe the corner of my mouth. I blushed; it must have been some of Sally's lipstick. "Don't worry," she continued, "I've just touched mine up in the ladies room." and she gave me a conspiratorial smile and hug, pressing herself against me. "I was shown the cellar; very strange. I'll tell you all about it later."

I noticed that the room had thinned out a little. "I see that quite a few people are 'busy'." I wondered if Jen's guide had used the same word; apparently he had.

"Yes, very busy I think." She stood in front of me, holding the lapels of my jacket, smiling at me. "It's really warm in here; I thought I might kick my shoes off in a while; you could take your jacket off as well if you wanted."

Clever Jen. She has a way of making everything so simple. I returned her smile. "That sounds like a nice idea. I think I will."

Suddenly I felt awkward, not really knowing what to do or say next. It was very easy taking the tour of the house with Sally; she had asked me, had been the one to initiate leaving the room together but now it seemed all so impossible. How did you start that conversation, what were the right or acceptable words?

There was no doubt that we were both comfortable with what was happening and with what we would soon be doing but how to get to there from here? I could see over Jen's shoulder that the couple she had been sitting with were watching us and I smiled at them and they smiled in return. It was at once so normal and yet so weird, so social and yet so sexually charged. I turned back to Jen.

"Drink hon?"

"Yes thanks and let's get a couple for Sam and Carole." She indicated the couple she had been sitting with.

We collected the drinks and took them over and chatted for a while, again just easy social chatter. I decided to get some food and asked Jen if she wanted any.

"No I'm fine thanks but you go ahead." so I went to the table where the food and drinks were and poured myself a glass of wine and helped myself to some food. I glanced at my watch and was amazed to see that more than thirty minutes had passed since I'd been in the bedroom with Sally. I'd totally lost track of the time. 

"Having fun?" Sally's voice next to me startled me for a moment.

"Hi again." I said. It sounded inane but I had no conversation starters, nothing. Sally was glowing, flushed even and I wondered where she'd been since we'd returned to the sitting room together and then I knew. The sweet, musky, heady scent of sex was on her and in her hair... the scent of a woman on heat... a woman sexually fired.

Sally smiled at me. "I'm famished. I always get hungry after ..." She paused and then laughed. "Well, let's just say that it's past dinner time." 

I laughed with her and glanced over to where Jen was sitting with Sam and Carole. They were deep in conversation, leaning in to each other, talking intimately. Carole had Jen's hands clasped in hers.

She followed my gaze towards Jen. "It looks like you've both settled in well."

"Yes, everyone is very friendly."

We stood and ate for while, not saying much, both of us suddenly hungry. Our mood was relaxed as if we'd known each other for a long time and yet we'd only met a couple of hours ago and I hoped that soon we'd be making love, having sex with each other.

I took a deep breath before speaking again; even so I could produce little more than a squeak. "What do you say we leave my jacket and your shoes at the bottom of the stairs?" We were standing so close that I could feel her breath on my face.

Sally put her now empty plate down on the table and took a mouthful of wine, making a show of savouring its taste before answering. "Yes, why don't we." She took another slug of her wine and ran her fingers down the edge of the lapel of my jacket, her fingers grazing my chest through my shirt. When she spoke again her voice was lower and huskier. "Yes, I'd like that." She moved in closer, her mound pressing against the bulge in my trousers. "And for the record, if you hadn't asked me I was going to ask you." She took my wineglass and placed it on the table with hers. "Ok, let's go." She took my hand and almost dragged me to the door. As we got there I glanced back into the room. The seat where Jen had been was empty. So were the other two seats where her friends had been. I hadn't noticed them leave.

We paused at the bottom of the stairs as I took off my jacket and Sally kicked off her shoes and placed them under the bench next to a pair of shoes that I knew were Jen's. I must have hesitated or something for Sally took my arm reassuringly.

"Those are your wife's shoes huh? It feels a little strange first time doesn't it?"

I tried to gather my thoughts. Of course, Sally didn't know this wasn't our first time. Jen and I had swapped with Mike and Elaine on that night they came over to our house for supper and one part of me was dragged back to the sight of Mike and Jen's hastily discarded clothes in our sitting room in front of the CD racks and the sudden sense of loneliness that had hit me; but another part of me knew that Jen was somewhere in this house having sex with somebody that wasn't me and images of her on her back with her legs high in the air taking some unseen man's cock deep into her filled my mind in the most erotic way.

"Would you like to know who she's with... to watch... to see what she's doing...?" Sally's voice was low and breathy.

It was as if she could read my mind. I turned to Sally, pulling her to me, my erection pressing against her.

"Yes I'd like that... to watch her." I paused for a moment, trying to control my breathing. "How did you know that... that I'd like to watch?"

Sally returned the pressure with her mound against my erection. "Oh we've all been there, wanting to watch... to see our partners making love with someone else. It's as if we're seeing them as individuals for the first time, watching them from a distance instead of being a part of the lovemaking. Do you recall how attentive your wife was when we came back into the sitting room a little while ago? That's because she finds it hot to think of you with another woman."

She was right; it was the most erotic voyeurism imaginable, like having Jen star in her very own porn movie... but for real. Again the vision of Jen on her back filled my mind; she'd be yelling 'fuck me, fuck me'. Perhaps there would be another man standing beside her and Jen would be sucking on his cock and between mouthfuls saying 'Yeah baby, give it to me baby' and then his cum spraying over her face and into her waiting mouth, not a slut or a wanton bitch but a triumphant sexual woman, using the men for her own sexual needs and, at the same time, taking and satisfying both of them and then, those two spent, being able to satisfy another and another.

My powerful sexy wife, my Jen. In that instant I loved her more than ever, loving her for expressing her sexual needs like this.

Sally kissed me lightly on my cheek. "Don't worry, we'll find her in a while. Shall we go upstairs?"

I nodded my head in agreement and she took my hand again and led me up the stairs. At the top of the stairs the door to the bedroom that Sally had shown me earlier was closed but one of the others was open and she led me in, pushing it shut behind her and pulling me to her.

As Sally's lips found mine her hands were undoing my shirt buttons and tugging it from the waistband of my trousers while I had already found the zip at the back of her dress, pulling it all the way down and then, fumbling a little with excitement, unclipping her bra. She stepped back and shrugged her dress and bra of her shoulders, letting them fall to the floor between us. Somehow I'd expected her to be wearing panties but she wasn't and she pressed forward against me, pressing her breasts against my torso and grinding her mound against the fabric of my trousers. 

"God you smell so good Bob... so sexy." Her hands travelled over my chest, fingernails grazing my nipples while she nibbled and kissed at my neck, inhaling deeply as she did. 

"I don't think I've ever met a man that smells as sexy as you do. I'm so wet for you it's incredible. What cologne are you using?"

I smiled as I answered. "Oh it's just a cologne that my wife found for me -- something very personal." 

Clever Jen... again! I wondered if her 'own brand' of perfume was having the same effect and again my mind was filled with images of Jen having sex with someone else. 

By now Sally had undone my belt and unzipped my flies and her fingers closed around my straining member. 

"Jeez that feels good." One hand held my shaft and the other cradled my balls. "Let's get on the bed. I want you... now."

Kicking my trousers away from my feet we tumbled onto the bed, kissing and groping each other, my fingers finding her slot, our legs tangled and then apart, her nipple in my mouth and then her mouth on my cock, sucking at me, the scent of her vagina in my nose and the softness of her vulva against my lips, her back arching and a hissed "Yesss... " as my tongue flicked over her clitoris and then a scramble to be under me, her legs locked around my back pulling me into her and that first delicious, searing plunge into her, my cock in Sally, fucking her as hard as I could, our bellies smacking against each other and then another mad scramble and Sally demanding "From behind, quickly, I want you from behind." as she knelt up, her head resting on the bed and again that sweet, wet entry, pulling at her hips, the head of my cock against her cervix and Sally wriggling her hips against me and again "Oh yesss, now... mmm oohhh." as she climaxed again and yet I felt entirely in control, enjoying every sensation, each tingling shock in the head of my penis and the slow build of pressure relieved by a momentary slowing of tempo before resuming the thrusting, pumping, shafting rhythm of my cock in her soaking cunt and then on her back again, her legs high and wide revealing her slot to me, guiding my cock into her, grunting with each thrust until "Cumming... I'm cumming again... oh God fuck me, fuck me, cum in me, c'mon Bob... c'mon baby... fill me... c'mon... now... now..." the violence of her thrusts matching mine as her back arched with her final orgasm and I exploded into her, pumping jet after jet of cum deep into her, burying my cock as deeply as I could, feeling her juices on my balls and thighs.




Before It's Too Late Ch. 02



We lay for a while exhausted by our efforts and then Sally chuckling softly and shaking her head from side to side and then saying "Oh my god that was good, so fucking good." and then pushing me off her and taking my hand to her mound and using my fingers against her clit. "Make me cum again." and my fingers massaging her clit and labia, slippery with cum until she shuddered and held my hand still against her.

"My god, we did something there didn't we? That was fantastic, simply the best."

We lay for a few minutes and then she left the bed and went into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running and then she called me. "I'll wash you, come on in."

Sally was standing in the bath tub with the shower in her hand, washing her vagina and thighs. She held out her hand to steady me into the tub and then washed me in turn, just my genitals and thighs and then grabbed a towel and dried me before drying herself. My cock was flaccid but she bent before me and took me into her mouth, sucking expertly on me until I was semi erect again and then kissing the tip of my penis said "I want some of you again... soon."

She stood and led me back into the bedroom, picking up her bra and dress and handing me my shirt and trousers.

"There's something I want to show you, something I think you'll like." She opened the door to the landing and turned to me and winked. "C'mon, I'll show you the playroom." and I followed her up another flight of stairs that led to the attic. 

The light was dim but my eyes soon adjusted and I could see that the floor was covered with a continuous layer of futon-type pads on which maybe half-a-dozen naked couples were in the various stages and positions of lovemaking, kissing and cuddling each other, some petting heavily or just touching and massaging and others giving and receiving oral sex. The room was filled with a soft murmur of 'oohs' and 'aahs' with the occasional 'yess' or more animal grunt thrown in where the touching and stroking had become lovemaking and as I watched they seemed to be in a state of flux, changing partners and positions continuously. 

As my eyes adjusted I looked for Jen but I couldn't make her out and my mind went back to the closed door on the floor below. Was she in there? Wherever she was this looked exciting to me and I found myself squeezing Sally's hand with my excitement. "Can we join in?" 

She smiled at me. "Sure we can. It's a nice way to relax after an energetic evening."

I hadn't expected this, group sex, but somehow the anonymity of the group made it easy; this wasn't sex with some one person, face to face, this was just sex with someone almost unseen, almost unknown.

I frowned for a moment. "But aren't we supposed to ask, to check if it's ok to touch?"

"Well usually that's so, but in here it's assumed that we're all consenting adults; if you're not then don't come in. That doesn't mean you can just roll someone over and fuck them but if you ask them I'm sure they'll say yes."

Sally turned to me and started to unbutton my shirt. "A little bit of advice Bob. Just take your time, there's no rush; you don't want to get too excited too soon... know what I mean?"

Again I undid Sally's dress and bra for her and then pulled my trousers off.

"Ready? Ok, let's find us a little space and just see what happens."

She led me around the edge of the futons and then carefully over three or four bodies to a space that was near the middle of the group, at first kneeling and then sitting, patting the futon beside her and I joined her, lying alongside her propped on my elbow, my fingers tracing the outline of her jaw and then down to her shoulder, leaning in as I did to kiss her neck. Jen had been right earlier when we had been getting ready to come here tonight. The unmistakable scent of sex was in the air; not the smell of semen or sweat or of bodies but that fleeting hint of arousal and I breathed in deeply as I kissed Sally, inhaling her pheromones.

I flinched as I felt a hand on my back and turned; the woman next to me was idly stroking my back as a man kissed his way up her thigh towards her vulva and I reached out and found a woman's breast with my fingers, her nipple hardening at the touch.

Sally breathed into my ear. "Lovely isn't it?" and briefly she found my mouth before continuing down across my belly, nipping and sucking at my skin with her lips and then her hair trailing across my erection as she took me in her mouth and then moved on down my thigh before she turned away to the person next to her.

For a moment I felt lost as if I knew no one here but then the woman whose breast I had been stroking turned towards me and I found her belly pressed against my face. We were head to toe and I only had to lift my head to find my lips on her closely shaved mons and my nose was filled with the sweet musky scent of her sex. Tentatively I opened my mouth and traced the outline of her labia with my tongue; was this ok? I didn't know how she would react and tried again. This time she lifted her leg a little, giving me better access to her and to her clitoris and I could sense her shiver as my tongue made contact with her. Her vulva was wet with her arousal and I lapped at her juices, savouring the taste of her. All the while I could feel bodies and hands moving over me, not necessarily intentionally touching me, just the casual contact of our naked bodies pressed against each other, moving randomly: a leg, an arm, someone's shoulder, a mouth, a kiss, fingers tracing my butt and between my legs and then a hand grasping my cock and guiding it to the labia of a warm and wet vagina, rubbing it against herself with a sudden urgency, the shock almost sending me over the edge and then she was gone, moving on to her next tactile pleasure and, taking my cue from her, I moved on as well, turning away from the woman whose pussy I had been kissing to the back of another woman, kissing her neck and nestling my erection between her cheeks to which she responded by pressing her rosebud hard against my tip, and all the while the traffic of hands and limbs and mouths.

Occasionally I could sense that someone had stood up and I watched as from time to time a couple left the room and, then just as randomly, another couple would join us.

I broke off from kissing the woman's neck and nuzzled her ear, my cock still pressed against her dark opening, holding her hip and pulling her onto me.

Without warning my voice spoke for me, uncommanded as if the signal to speak had been issued from some deep sexual centre in my brain.

"I want to fuck you."

I didn't know who she was nor what she looked like nor even if she was interested in me. To her I was just another body, a source of temporary pleasure, as she was to me but I wanted to know what her reaction would be.

There was a moment's pause before she answered.

"Not yet baby... soon..."

He answer was noncommittal, not a definite 'No' nor a definite 'Yes', just an 'I'm ok as I am' so I moved on again, moving over her, my erection trailing across her body, finding another belly to kiss or breast to nuzzle and all the while hands and mouths and tongues delighting me and my senses.

"You can fuck me if you like!"

Jen's voice startled me and I turned to find my self lying face to face with her, our naked bodies pressed against each other by the people around us. I held her to me, kissing her deeply and, in the way that we do, Jen shifted her position a little and suddenly my cock was in her, warm and wet and slippery and I moved inside her.

"Mmm you feel so good. Have you had a good time?" My question was superfluous; I could feel the excitement in Jen, the heat of her, the hardness of her nipples against me, the way her vagina was contracting and releasing around my cock and the wetness of her, slick and slippery as if I'd cum in her.

Jen ground herself against me in response, one leg hooked over mine to pull me in to her. "I've had a wonderful time... a very wonderful time." She gave my cock an extra squeeze. "And it feels as if you've had a good time too." She grabbed my butt and pulled me hard into her as if to emphasise what she was saying and I responded my thrusting into her.

"What..."

"Who..."

We'd both started to speak at the same time and laughed and then paused before starting again together.

"You first..."

"No you..."

Again we paused, laughing now, oblivious to all that was happening around us until I felt a hand between us on Jen's breast. I didn't mind that someone was touching my wife but I wanted this moment for us, without interruption or intrusion.

"Let's find a bed, somewhere quiet. I want to make love with you, to have you to myself for a little while."

I stood and helped Jen to her feet and we gingerly stepped over the bodies on the mats as we made our way to the doorway where we grabbed robes and then made our way down the stairs to the bedrooms below. We could collect our clothes later.

The door to the room where Sally and I had been was closed but the one next door was ajar and I held it open for Jen and then closed it behind me, leaning against it as I did. Jen had paused midway between the door and the bed and she stood silently looking around the room as if trying to recapture a moment or a memory. She held her hand out, beckoning me to join her, speaking in a whisper.

"I was in this room earlier... right here... in this bed."

I paused for a moment absorbing what Jen had just said, the enormity of it almost overwhelming me and at the same time exciting me, my cock stiffening into a hard erection at the thought of my Jen on the bed in front of us having sex with another man. Sally had been right. I wanted to watch, to know. I had to ask.

"And...?"

Jen paused again before she answered as if she was weighing the enormity of what she was going to say.

"I was here on this bed having sex, being fucked."

I was just about to ask 'Who with?' but Jen placed her finger on my lips, anticipating my question.

"Sshh, don't ask, don't ask anything. All I want you to know is that it was just wonderful, incredible."

She paused again before turning to me, pressing herself against me, my erection trapped between us, hard evidence of my excitement. Jen spoke again, her voice husky and low.

"And what about you hon? Did you fuck someone in here or perhaps in the next room? Did you... did you have sex with another woman... was it good?"

I started to reply but again Jen placed her fingers on my lips.

"Sshh, don't tell me; I want you to show me, here, on the bed."

She led me to the bed and lay back with her legs wide. Her pussy was glistening wet and I realised that the slipperiness I had noticed earlier in the playroom was almost certainly the residue of semen from the man who she had had sex with earlier and I was filled with a primitive urge to fill her with my own cum, to impregnate her with my semen, to displace the other man.

Jen pulled me to her.

"Show me how you fucked her... tell me."

I needed no encouragement and entered her, pushing into her hard and fast, roughly in a brutish way, thrusting as hard as I could, violently.

"Like this bitch... I fucked her like this." I didn't know where the words had come from. I'd never spoken to Jen like that before and amazed myself at how roughly I was treating her.

Jen was grunting as I thrust into her. "Oh yes hon, fuck me, fuck me like you fucked her, harder hon... make me pay for what I've done... I've been a slut... fuck me... use me."

I pulled out of her. "Kneel up... I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are... kneel up."

She turned and knelt, just as Sally had done, with her head resting on the bed and her ass presented to me. Jen's crack was drenched with her juices and I pushed into her, pulling her onto me, my hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, each thrust pushing her up the bed.

"Oh fuck me Bob, fuck me, fuck me... harder... fuck me." I'd never heard Jen like this, so wanton but I loved it and obliged her, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could, the breath rasping in my throat with each thrust. I couldn't hold on and felt myself starting to cum.

"Cumming hon, cumming," and with a few final thrusts I unloaded into her. As we collapsed onto the bed Jen was wriggling her ass so that her clit was rubbing on my shaft and I felt the spasm of her orgasm rip through her.

We lay for a while, wet with perspiration and sex, until our breathing had steadied and then I rolled off her and cuddled her into me.

"I recall that the deal was we'd just come along to see what happened here and maybe stay to watch." I smacked her bottom playfully. "So what happened?"

Jen gave me a playful swat in return. "Well I guess we decided that just watching wasn't enough. Do you mind?"

"No, I'm glad that we joined in. I've had a hell of a good evening, haven't you?"

"Oh yes," replied Jen, "One hell of a good evening. Do you think we'll come again?"

"Oh I think so, many times."



Before It's Too Late Ch. 03



Jen's story.

I guess that many would say that as one of the 'baby boomer' generation I've had just about the best of everything. Life was good growing up and although socially conventional my Mum and Dad were easy going and remarkably open about emotions and sexuality. I lost my virginity at college and had a few steady relationships before I met Bob but I knew at once that he was the man I wanted to father my children.

Like most young couples we struggled at first but we were doing fine. Then after the birth of our second child, when she was four months old, I suddenly felt that I just couldn't do it any more, couldn't carry the burden of the kid's demands, running the house, always 'being there' for Bob and the crushing sense that I had lost 'me'. I seemed to have no identity of my own that was separate from the house or the family and I just cracked.

I told my neighbour that I had to go out, asked her to look after the kids for a couple hours, wrote a note for Bob and left or, more truthfully, ran away. 

Before the days of cell phones, the internet or security cameras I had simply vanished and a few hours later I was on the south coast and I was free. 

I replaced my home clothes with a couple of pairs of second-hand jeans and a few t-shirts, got a job waiting tables in a café and found myself a bedsit.

Most of all I had time, all the time that I had never had to myself at home, no pulls and tugs to cook meals or do laundry, no schedules for pre-school or nursery and I had the freedom to be me ... just me and I loved it.

I know it was it was selfish, it almost broke Bob's heart; the children were confused, wondering why their mother wasn't with them and why grandma seemed to have taken over her role but the reality was that it wasn't the real me that had left, it was the lady who was playing the role of housewife and mother and if I hadn't left then I truly believe that I would have snapped under the strain of being somebody that wasn't really me and then they would have lost me -- for good. 

I was that close to quitting this life.

But of course the saving grace was that Bob was wise and patient, not hysterical and angry, and he just got on with the business of work and family, believing always that in my own time I'd come home.

After work in the evenings I'd hang out listening to music in the clubs and I discovered that I was still an attractive woman and that men wanted to talk with me or to share a drink.

I felt like an individual again, able once more to value myself for who I was rather than for who I was married to or whose mother I was.

There was one guy, quite a few years younger than me I guessed, who had started to come in the café every morning on his way to work.

I noticed him because he was almost beautiful, as if a sculptor had tried to take all the best features of a man and form them into his work and yet somehow had failed. His full lips and fine nose, eyes that captivated and a strong lithe frame, all perfect in their own way, and yet somehow they failed to meld.

But he was always friendly and polite and we'd chat and smile and when a few weeks later he asked me out on a date I said 'Yes'. 

His name was Jerry and we met for drinks at six thirty. 

Jerry seemed very nervous as if he had little experience of dating but he was sweet and had bought me a single rose from one of the flower stalls in the market. 

He asked me what I liked to eat and so I suggested a fish restaurant I knew and by eight o'clock we were sat opposite each other, holding hands across the table. He rubbed the mark on my ring finger where my wedding band had been, gently massaging the spot with his thumb as if trying to erase it or perhaps fathom out why the ring was missing.

I smiled at him and shook my head gently. "Don't ask Jerry. It's a long story and it's not for now, not for tonight, if ever."

So our conversation was light and inconsequential but good fun all the same. He had a keen sense of humour and we laughed a lot. By ten o'clock we were walking arm in arm towards my bedsit and at the door I stopped and turned to face him.

For a moment we just stood there, me wondering if he'd try to kiss me and Jerry, kind of frozen to the spot as if he had no idea of what he should do or what was and wasn't acceptable.

"Why don't you come up for a coffee?" 

It was as if he'd been waiting for a signal from me or perhaps he thought it was code for 'I'm yours' but no sooner had I asked him than he pulled me to him and kissed me on my mouth, his tongue darting against my lips.

I pushed him away laughing "Hey, steady tiger, it's only a coffee. You do understand?"

Immediately he released me and took a step back from me, apologising as he did "Sorry, s..s..sorry, I..I.. ...sorry."

"Hey, it's ok, just don't be so eager, take it easy, there's no hurry." and taking his hand, I opened the street door and led him up the stairs to my room.

I put on some music and started the coffee to brew. "Sit down, make yourself at home" I called over my shoulder.

Jerry was sat on the edge of the bed like a child waiting to be given a present or perhaps reprimanded. I put the coffee on the bedside table and sat next to him, taking his hands in mine.

"I'm so sorry about what happened downstairs" he stammered, "I don't know..."

"It's ok, it doesn't matter" I smiled at him. He was so nervous. "Not been on many dates huh?" I offered.

Jerry blushed deep red to his hair roots "No not many, in fact only a couple. I'll go if you want."

I couldn't help but smile. He was so sweet, so young, maybe twenty one or twenty two to my thirty six years and so, so innocent. I leant forward and pressed my lips gently against his and then more firmly, taking his lower lip between mine for a moment and then kissing his cheeks and his eyes and then his lips again, more firmly this time, tracing their outline with the tip of my tongue He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue against mine.

"Ssh, gently tiger, slowly, like this is the most precious moment of your life."

I kissed him again, teasing his lips with my tongue and this time he opened his mouth a little and I let my tongue find the tip of his, tentative little touches at first, then more, allowing my tongue to follow his and his following mine until his tongue was just on my lips, waiting, wanting. I opened my mouth a little, inviting him and now wanting him as he took his cue from me, this time his tongue teasing mine and then as I opened my mouth fully to him, swirling his tongue ever deeper with mine, our lips locked together as we fell back against the pillows, our feet still over the edge of the bed. He stopped suddenly as if startled to find himself half lying beside me so I kicked off my shoes and he followed suit, kicking his off as well and lying beside me, this time both of us fully on the bed. We kissed again and I lifted my t shirt and bra, guiding his mouth to my breast. 

His erection was hard against me and I pressed against him, pushing my pelvic bone against his loins as he suckled eagerly at my swollen nipple.

Suddenly he arched his back, thrusting against me, a half strangled cry escaping from his throat as he quivered against me, his orgasm overtaking him, unrestrained and, for him, unrestrainable and I cradled his head against my breast as he spent himself, soothing him, holding him to me in his moment of despair.

In a while I undressed him and then, undressing myself, pulled the covers over us. He was covered with his semen, wet and sticky as I ran my hand over his belly and into the tangle of his matted pubic hair, massaging his cum into his now flaccid penis and cradling his shrunken balls. I pulled him close to me, pressing my belly against his, savouring the sweet body scent of this so very young man and he curled into me, seeking comfort as if from his mother.

I knew then it was time to go home but the memory of what might have been that night stayed with me and Jerry became the image of my fantasy lover.

Whenever I wanted I could conjure his face into my mind and let him have me in any way that I could imagine for, because Jerry and I hadn't made love that night, his memory wasn't tainted in any way; he was unblemished and I could let my imagination run wild. 

Some nights with my husband Bob, when his hands would creep under my nightie but I wasn't in the mood, it would be Jerry's face and Jerry's imagined hands and penis that I would be surrendering to, feeling him penetrating me and the sensation of his youthful explosion of semen filling me. I would be a million miles away from our marital bed, enjoying in my mind that very young but eager lover and when I orgasmed I had to be careful not to call out his name so that 'Oh Jerry...' became 'Oh Jer...eesus...' but when I was on my own, masturbating, it would be Jerry's name that I hissed from between clenched teeth as I came, for he was my secret lover.

Was this deceptive of me or was I deceiving myself? Well possibly both but it allowed me to fill my mind with the fantasy of making love with another man and yet not endanger my marriage by actually doing so.

Don't misunderstand me, life was good and I loved my husband as much as any woman can and relished the feel of his body on me, in me, taking me, filling me. But inside me there was always this itch born of that unconsummated night with Jerry and I knew that someday I would have to scratch it.

∞

Bob's story.

"Hi Bob?" The woman's voice on my phone was familiar but I couldn't place it in the context of my work.

"... it's just that I'm a little concerned. Jen asked me to look after your girls for a couple of hours this morning but she hasn't come back and well it's nearly four o'clock now and I was wondering if you knew where she was or when she'd be back? It's just that I have some errands to run."

Instantly I placed the voice. It was our neighbour Wendy, a widow who would baby sit for us from time to time. Panic and fear surged through me as my mind filled with images of car wrecks or any one of a dozen other imagined catastrophes that could have befallen Jen.

"Ah Wendy, ah... I don't ah... know...I'll... I'll be right over and collect the girls. Give me fifteen minutes."

Hurriedly grabbing my coat I dashed out of my office for the car park calling over my shoulder as I left: "Sorry guys, gotta go, family crisis... see you in the morning."

Wendy opened her front door to my knock. "Is everything ok Bob? I mean is Jen ok?"

"Yeah sure Wendy she's fine, just running a little late. Thanks for having the kids. I'll let you get away on your errands."

Behind our own closed front door the panic set in again.

"Daddy, where's Mummy" Our three year old's question rammed the reality of the situation home to me. Where was mummy?

Then I saw the note, propped against a vase on the kitchen table, a plain envelope with my name on the front. 

My hands trembled as I opened it. Had she done something terrible -- left for someone else or what? Or... Oh my god... could this be a suicide note? Where was she? Taking a couple of deep breaths I unfolded the letter and began to read.

"Hi Bob, my man, my love,

I'm sorry that I don't have the courage to say these words to you face to face but although my need in this is overwhelming my resolve is fragile and I think wouldn't hold out if I had to tell you direct.

Bob honey, I'm living a lie. I'm being someone, playing the role of mother and wife, that isn't me. Do you remember me when we met -- carefree, spontaneous, sexy and free? 

Do you Bob... do you remember?

Or think of me yesterday or last week or last year -- programmed like some automaton, distracted, tired, lack-lustre and oh-so-not sexy?

I want the old me back Bob, not just for me but for you so that I can love you in the way your lover should, so that I can mother our children in the way that their mother should, filling them with wonder and adventure, teaching them to be inquisitive and enquiring.

I'm going to be away for a while honey and I don't know how long that is but it will be until I can come back to you as the woman I was and the woman you fell in love with.

Take care of our girls. I love you all so very much.

Jen. X"

My mother arrived to look after the house and the girls and at first I counted every day, waiting for a call or a letter. But after three weeks despair started to give way to anger. How could Jen do this? Had she no sense of responsibility? If she came back could things be the same again anyway?

It was a Thursday evening at the school PTA meeting. Our neighbour Mary asked me how I was.

"OK I guess but I'm starting to run out of compassion and patience. I long for some normality, some company."

She was sympathetic and kind and she listened to me.

"Would you like me to fix you dinner? My husband is away all week. I could do with the company too."

And that's how I came to be sitting next to Mary on her sofa sharing an after dinner cognac and a joint with her.

I was looking at her, feeling the time crawling along and then rushing to catch up, seeing everything about her in minute detail and then losing her to a soft focus, her eyes alight with excitement and the pink tip of her tongue adding a sheen to her lips. As I leaned in to kiss her it was as if we were both falling, me towards her and her away so that I wasn't sure that my mouth would ever make contact with hers and then in a rush we were caught up together as if the air had been sucked out from the space between us and our mouths and bodies were slammed together in a tangle of lips and saliva, tongues wrestling with each other's, hands grasping and pulling, the firmness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples and the achingly sensuous touch of her hand slipped inside the front of my chinos finding my rigid penis and then a sudden rush to silence and serenity as my hand found the silken skin beneath her skirt and the gasps and moans from her as I pressed my fingers hard against the wet fabric of her thong where it barely covered her vulva.

And then again the sudden return to reality and Mary's hand easing mine away from her and her almost disappointed "I'm sorry Bob, it's that time of the month I'm afraid... know what I mean?"

And then the laughter, almost hysterical, unable to speak and me breathily "My God we almost did it there didn't we?" and a final squeeze of her hand on my cock and Mary saying "We will though, soon. I'm not going to let you get off that easily."

And yet we never did.

It was two days after my encounter with Mary that Jen came home and without seeing her I knew she was back. Somehow as I pulled onto the driveway the house felt complete. Inside the front door my mother's bag stood ready for departure and she quietly relinquished her role to Jen. No words, no demands for an explanation, just a hug and a kiss and 'Thanks for having me to stay' and she was gone in the taxi that she'd ordered for herself.

Jen was quiet, a little sheepish at first and different but soon more self assured. Gone were the home clothes that she'd left in; now she was in washed out jeans and a sweat shirt, liberated and liberating, painting a vision and a future for the kids, inspiring them as individuals instead of managing them as part of the household chores. The laundry got done when Jen had time, the housework was on a rota that got paid scant attention and Jen was the warm, self assured sexy woman again that I had fallen in love with.

I never asked Jen about what had happened or why. It wasn't that I didn't want to know or was frightened of finding something out; it was just that I knew that Jen would tell me all that she needed to when she was ready. 

Days passed into weeks, weeks into months and by the years' end we were moving house to a new town and a new job for me.

As I picked up the girls from the school gate for the last time Mary was there, smiling wistfully.

"Take care Bob. I shall always dream of what might have been between us. You are such a very lovely man." 

And then she was gone but not completely, for her memory was often in my mind. 

Sometimes when Jen and I made love Mary's image would fill my mind and it would be her that I was making love to and she was always the woman of my fantasy, the fantasy of her making love with Jen as I watched and masturbated, a fantasy that I knew someday I wanted to make come true.

∞

Jen again.

I'd dozed as Bob had driven me home from our dinner with Mike and Elaine but woke as the car scrunched over the gravel of the drive. We went straight to bed and I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. 

I was dreaming and somewhere in my dream I could feel someone's fingers exploring me, touching my wetness and caressing my clit. Jerry's face swum into view only to be replaced by Mike's face accompanied by the trickling sound of wine being poured and his voice: "Have you two ever thought about it? Swapping?"

Now I was fuzzily awake and I groaned inwardly. Yes, of course I'd thought about it, not constantly but often, always with Jerry as the other man but now, now that it seemed a real possibility after the conversation at dinner last night, it was Mike's face that filled my mind as my fingers touched and stroked my labia and clit. My buttocks clenching as the waves started to sweep through me and I had to hold my breath to stop myself crying out as wave after wave coursed through me, sweeping me to a shuddering orgasm, pressing my clit hard with my fingers so that the sweet agony was heightened.

'Yes, yes oh yes'. I strangled the words in my throat aware of Bob sleeping beside me as the images of Jerry and then Mike flashed before my eyes.

"You awake darling?" The sound of Bob's voice made me freeze and hold my breath. Had he heard me? Could he tell what I'd been thinking? The images of Jerry and then Mike making love to me had been so intense, so vivid, surely he must know?

Bob was nuzzling his cock between my cheeks and talking to me. "Don't know why but I just woke up feeling horny for you." 

Dear Bob, my faithful and loving man. I didn't know if he had heard me masturbating or if I had actually called out as I orgasmed.

I let my breath out slowly, my voice breathy and enticing.

"Mmm that feels good." I wriggled my butt against the head of his cock as it made contact with my anus aware that soon he must come into contact with my pussy which was still soaking wet from my recent orgasm. 

I moved again allowing the head of his cock to slip between my labia and then fully into me but as he pushed into me my mind was filled with images and thoughts of Jerry and then of Mike, for it wasn't Bob that I wanted; it was someone else, anyone else, the illicit feel of another man's cock taking me, filling me. 

The urge that had started more than twenty years ago that unconsummated night with Jerry needed to be satisfied now and Mike was the one who I was going to get to satisfy me. 

By now, Bob was ramming into me hard from behind, hurting me, as if telling me not to think of other men, as if he had read my thoughts.

"Hey, steady tiger." I moved to make myself more comfortable. "Go easy hon."

And then as suddenly as he had started he eased to a stop. We lay for a moment and then I pulled away from him and turned to face him.

"You ok hon?" I stroked his face and kissed his forehead.

Was this how it got in a long marriage or was Bob just tired from the evening and from the effects of the wine? I couldn't tell but he seemed distracted as if he were thinking of something else or perhaps of someone else.

∞

It was a couple of weeks later that Bob told me he'd bumped into Elaine in town. Immediately I was excited; perhaps this was the opportunity I'd been waiting for. Call it female intuition or whatever but I was sure that Bob was as eager as I was to experiment; certainly from his behaviour and the excitement in his voice when he'd told me about meeting Elaine I knew that he was keen on her but would he actually swap partners and have sex with her? And how would he feel about me having sex with Mike?




Before It's Too Late Ch. 03



The next morning I was sore all over from the activity I had experienced last night, a good couple of fucks, some time with the ladies and of course the whipping it took in the dungeon. Rick on the other hand was well rested, not as involved as I had been, especially when I was in the women only room and he could only watch. Part of our deal was that we would be there to watch one another and not go off on our own. Looking in the mirror after my shower I wondered what I had that I could wear as the welts from last night were much more significant and of course delicious. I looked for a long time at the red wide streaks across my thighs, my bell and on my tits. I sat on the toilet and examined my pussy and when I saw the smaller but redder marks left their the memory of the pleasure that came with those marks got me playing with my tender pussy. It didn't take long to get to the point where I wanted Rick, so I hurried back to bed and much to my delight my still asleep husband was tenting the sheets of the bed.

I pull the sheets off and straddled him and without any preamble other then to position his cock, I sat down and impaled myself on his stiff pole. Needless to say Rick awoke with a start then recognizing what I had done smiled. As I selfishly rode his morning wood Rick used his hands to play with my tits and to finger the red marks he'd made on my chest. He went to say something and I put my hand over his mouth. I just wanted some raw sex with him, no words, no claims of love, no fuck me babe, I just wanted to center on the delicious feeling of my husbands hard cock filling my needy cunt. The orgasm I wanted in the bathroom came quickly and with vengeance and I screamed as my body filled with the delight. I slowed and stopped riding Rick to let the tremors settle and knowing I also wanted to have my pussy saturated with his seed, his hot cum I started to ride him slowly.

"Ok babe you can talk now, I just needed to concentrate and get that first orgasm, now I need to feel you cum inside me."

"I just wanted to thank you, I was dreaming of you and your sweet pussy when all of a sudden my dream became a reality. Let's let this flow and enjoy it Robin."

I nodded and grabbed his hands and put them on my tits as I rode Rick's cock. It was now a time I could leisurely take him and enjoy the feeling of the cock I knew so well, feel familiar bumps and veins. God I loved fucking my man and I was damn good at it too. Just as I felt another orgasm begin, smaller yet as fulfilling, Rick's cock began to spasm and jerk deep inside me. That familiar feeling of him shooting his seed in me sent me over the edge and a wonderful feeling of pure bliss settled over me. 

We stayed joined until his cock resumed its more normal dimensions and then I rolled over and Rick spooned me from behind. We stayed locked together for a long time, just enjoying the intimacy of the moment. I was thinking about all we had done and how much time we had left and I turned over and faced my man. I looked into his eyes and said.

"There is no way this comes out easy or right, but just listen and tell me your thoughts, OK?"

"When have I ever not listened, well I'm sure you have examples, but never when it seems as serious and as important as you sound Robin. Talk to me, tell me whatever it is, we can handle it."

"OK first and foremost, I've had enough of this fantasy. If you want to continue I will and I won't be unhappy or disappointed. Nights at that club are fun and exciting."

"Funny you should bring that up. I've enjoyed everything we've done, I loved seeing you fuck men and women, but in my mind even after only two nights, I'm kind of been there done that, don't want the t-shirt. Is that where you are too?"

"Yes that's exactly where I am about the club. But I did say first so you know there is more."

I watched my love's face for a reaction but he continued to smile at me, his hands caressing me as he listened. When I hesitated longer then he thought natural he said.

"Robin, we have had sex together in almost every way possible and we've now had most of that same sex in front of other people. I can't think of anything you could say that could be more embarrassing then complete nudity and sex in front of a crowd. Talk to me, that's our hallmark."

Rick's word gave me the courage I evidently needed and I spoke.

"Secondly I ..."

"Secondly tells me there is more then two coming and if you are saving the hardest for last, whenever that is I have to ask if I can take a moment to pee?"

I laughed and pushed him towards the bathroom then marveled at his butt and legs as he ambled off. When he returned a few minutes later and slid back in close to me I resumed.

"Secondly, I found that my time in the dungeon has opened up something in me that I want to continue and I hope that you are as eager as I am to at least 'fake it' for me when we get home."

The quiet as Rick composed his words was interminable for me. I had just told him I wanted him to continue to spank me use belts and whips and mark my body. To say I was embarrassed is to underscore my feelings while I waited for his reaction.

"Robin, I hate to admit that I enjoyed seeing your reaction a lot more then I enjoyed causing it. Maybe that was coming form a place where I did not know how you really felt. I will be the man you want me to be, but I need to know am I to be the husband who occasionally marks his lovely wife's body or are you asking me to become the dominant man in the house and make you a submissive."

I'd given this a lot of thought and knew what I wanted.

"Rick I want to be that submissive wife to some extent. I do not want it public, so I won't wear a collar or leash, nor will I except public humiliation. In our home, car or when we are alone I will call you Master and submit to your commands. Out to dinner or at friends homes or work, no."

"Good, we seem to be on the same page. However, I will not buy any implements. One job as my submissive is to procure, on-line or in person the implements you want me to use on you or have you use on yourself. I do however want to ask for two things that I believe would cement this whole concept."

I got a bit nervous wondering where he was headed but he's made such a concession to my already I was at least ready to hear him out. I did like the idea of me supplying the instruments of my own punishment.

"What would those two things be?"

"Robin you're not done with your list yet do you wan to continue or do you want to finish and agree or not before we move on?"

"Don't look to delay Master. I want to know what those two things are and if I can do it or not, before I get to my last issue."

"Ok well at least I know there is only one more on your list. What I want is to have you marked. From what I know that is either in the form of some jewelry, which I thinks goes beyond the scope of your privacy concerns. Consequently I would like a small tattoo that represents my mark."

Not too bad I thought. I knew that tattoos are permanent and that getting them is not a walk in the park, but given that I'd already indicated a desire for pain, it would be in line with my own desires. Of course I would need to know what and where.

"I can see that depending on what you want to tattoo on me and where on my body that tattoo would be."

"As to what, I don't know. As to where the mark would go? It needs to be someplace that keeps your privacy concern valid. My thoughts are First, on you pubic mound where you could let your hair grown back to hide it if you felt a change in your desire. Second would be on your inner thigh."

Good choices, I liked the pubic mound, though the getting of it in such a personal place would be a bit humiliating. At least it would not be someplace where it would grow as my skin loosens with age.

"I'm thinking I like the pubic mound for the location. Now what is your second issue?"

"I want your nipples pierced."

I've wanted that for years so I immediately said yes then I kissed him. We had a brief discussion and agreed that simple gold or silver bars that could be removed once the piercing holes were healed would be what we both wanted. That way we could use them when we played but they would not be a constant protrusion when I went braless which I did often. Also they would not interfere with breast-feeding. Now we were down to the big one, the one that I wanted the most and the one that had the potential to negatively affect Rick. I hoped it wouldn't and I was almost ready to drop it but like this fantasy we explored, I knew I had to put it on the table and do it in the best way I could.

"Rick, once we get home and settled back in our lives I want to be able to lick your cum from a pussy every now and again, but not all the time."

Dead silence as Rick converted my request to the basics, in order for me to eat his cum for a pussy there would need to be a woman. I didn't know if he processed that I also wanted to eat that pussy too but my man is not stupid.

"That would be a hard one Robin. You want to obviously fuck other women, women you desire women you want to fuck too. I also hear the now and again so be more specific."

At least he didn't just dismiss it altogether.

"I do not want to have an affair or fall in love with a woman. I only want to love you. This brief experience here at the club opened my eyes to two things I found I loved a lot. One was the dungeon and being spanked and marked. The other was the taste of another woman's pussy, her cum. It's not something I want all the time, but if we or I should say I see a woman who attracts me, a woman who would want to fuck me and who would fuck you too, then I would want us to pursue it. It might never happen, it might happen once a year or once every six months or two years. It's not something I ever intend to work at, hunt for or seek out but it's something that if all the conditions are right that we could do it. I have be honest, the concept of licking your cum from another woman's freshly fucked cunt is very arousing, more then my fucking her in fact. Really out there and kinky babe."

"All I can say is I am open to it now in the glow of this vacation and when or if the right candidate crosses your path, I will discuss it. I have no interest in seeing another woman and you might have to fluff me to get it done, but I will consider it at the time and we will decide together. Is that enough of an answer? Remember that no means no and if we do not agree any going behind me would be the same as an affair with a man. Lastly, no your request is not out there and kinky."

"Absolutely. In that vein if I do find the right woman and she rocks your world know that if you look her up later your balls will get removed the hard way too."

Well that was a relief and I was wet again and I could feel that Rick was up for another round so I kissed him and suggested we order up some room service since it was beginning to look like we might be in the room for a while today. Rick laughed and called down for breakfast and while we waited I called Carol to see is she and Jack would let us buy them dinner and fill them in on our experiences. They agreed to come pick us up that night at seven, knowing we'd decided to skip the club that night. We decided to tell them that we were giving up the club that we'd had enough experiences and repeating them would not make them better over dinner not over the phone.

We enjoyed our morning and part of the afternoon in bed, well fed and well fucked. Around two we decided to visit some of the higher-class tattoo and piercing parlors in Vegas and see about taking care of those two issues. Since we had the time now it made sense to do this there then later back home. The nipple piercing was easy in so far as finding the jewelry we wanted, solid silver bars with balls the ends, one of which screwed on and off. The actual piercing was a little uncomfortable but the place was high end and clean and we had instructions and medicated creams to keep the area clean. 

In the same shop we found a woman tattoo artist who I felt comfortable with, considering where I wanted it placed. She was even helpful in showing us the various tattoos that other submissive women sported. I didn't want anything crude like slut or slave, nor did I want Rick's place either. Eventually I suggested simply the word HIS in a semi circle wreath of roses. Rick liked it and the woman this it was a nice touch, however if I'd know beforehand the time and discomfort I might have forgone the roses. However, a few days late when the color came in and the surrounding skin lost the irritated look I loved it.

So we came back to the casino and got prepared to meet Carol and Jack for dinner. I admit my nipples and pubic area were arguing with me to cancel and just lay back, but that submissive pain child knew this was all part of the person I wanted to be. After all I still had nothing to wear that would cover the red streaks for the previous nights thrashing in the dungeon. I might walk funny as my clothing irritated my newly pierced nipples and I might feel some discomfort in my groin from the tattoo, but I saw them as reminders that not only was I Rick's wife but I was his submissive too and I was proud of that.

Dinner with Carol and Jack was wonderful and Jack commented on my stripes with a grin and Carol told me she often had the same issues. We told them our been there done that feeling and Carol said she was surprised that we went back the second night, that she saw two people deeply in love with one another and figured once that first strange cock or pussy was had, then the thrill would be waning. She said that for her and Jack it was different, not that they loved each other less then we did, but that for them is was more of a social center in their lives. She also said that once Rick and I had children and raised them that it might be something they came back to and maybe not. I did not tell them of my desire for Rick and I to share the occasional woman, or about my new tattoo. She could see the piercing in my nipples, no way to hide that till the holes healed. All in all it was a great night and as we were about to go our separate ways Carol reminded us that they often had a couples night in their home made up of couples form the club, that is was a sexual night but like the club not required of anyone and invited us to come. She told us it was Saturday night and she would call us on Friday to see if we wanted to come, maybe have one for the road. I told her that we'd come but made no promises about having sex, and that if I did, it would be with Jack and or Carol as a thank you for the kindness and courtesy they'd shown. Jack said.

"A mercy fuck is that it?"

We all laughed and laughed again when Rick said

"If Robin fucks you she won't be showing any mercy, I can attest to that."

So we spent the next few days doing Vegas, seeing shows at night, lounging by the pool in the day. I healed and we fucked as often as we could. It was like a second honeymoon. We did go to Carol and Jack's that night but we abstained from taking on any new partners however, we did make love to each other out by their pool in full view of everyone and ultimately lounged naked for the evening. I got a few comments on my tattoo and I proudly admitted that from now on that my pussy belonged only to my husband without elaborating on my submissive desires. Carol loved seeing the pierced nipples sans clothing and said they made my tits look great.

We departed Vegas and the Club and flew home as connected to one another if not more so then when we came. Our desire to feel another cock or pussy, to have free uninhibited sex had been fulfilled and we became more focused on each other. Rick became a wonderful Master and used the various devices I accumulate to bring my exquisite pain and pleasure and tremendous orgasms. My nipple bars proved to be another source of pain and pleasure as Rick would use the bars to twist my nipples during sex or punishment. My tattoo grew more beautiful each day and I loved seeing it each morning as I stepped out of the shower reminding me whom I belonged to and whom I served.

We never regretted going to the club and over time I did find a woman willing to fuck both Rich and I. It was a good year after we came home and while it was a great experience for all three of us, like the club once I'd done it, repeating it seemed less important. Now at eight months pregnant our lives are focused on the son or daughter that will occupy us. We have our memories and every day Rick and I make new ones together just as all our memories are since the day we met.



Before It's Too Late Ch. 03



As incredible as it sounds, no matter how much we feel that we know our partners there will always be that little bit that we must guess at, that for each would be too risky to reveal to the other and it was no different for Bob and me. 

Had Bob had his "Jerry" moment too while I was away all those years ago? I'd never asked him just as he'd never asked me about my time away.

Perhaps we were frightened of what we might learn but now I was determined to give him every lead, every opportunity so that I could realise my fantasy and so he could realise his, that is if he had one.

Sure enough, just as Bob had suggested to her, Elaine called me a couple of days later and we arranged that she and Mike would come over for supper.

I had to plan the evening so that there would be times that I could be alone with Mike and that Bob could be alone with Elaine; the difficulty was though it had to look normal, not contrived, and just as importantly, Bob would have to know that when he was alone with Elaine they wouldn't be disturbed by Mike or me so I tried to visualise the evening, even walking the rooms of our house choreographing where we'd be and making sure that Bob and Elaine would have their time together unseen and undisturbed by Mike and me but at last I had it, even down to the menu that would let me get Bob at the bbq on the patio with Elaine while Mike and I were in the kitchen; then after eating, Mike and I would be on cushions by the stereo and Bob and Elaine could be together on the sofa.

God was I horny! Whilst checking the sight lines in the living room I lay on the floor by the stereo and just couldn't keep my hands off my clit, fingering myself to a massive orgasm, imagining all the time that Bob was with Elaine on the couch.

I hoped that it wasn't just wishful thinking; I'd promised this to myself when I went back to Bob and the children all those years ago and I wasn't going to let the opportunity slip by; this was payback time for all the years of always putting the girls and Bob first. 

This would be for me.

By the Friday morning I had the evening planned in detail and a little word play in the kitchen before Bob left for work convinced me that he was up for it.

I called him at his office, one of our sexy phone calls, and that left me so certain that I was confident enough to have Bob help me shave my pussy completely smooth and then, the next morning, to help me change the bed sheets. "Well you never know" was all I said and when he didn't demure and suggested that we went 'commando' for the evening, well then I knew. Absolutely.

"Hon, do you want to fire up the bbq? I'm starving and I bet Mike and Elaine could eat something." 

This was the start of my plan: Mike and Elaine had arrived as planned and we'd already had a couple of drinks and now I needed to get Bob and Elaine out on the patio while I got Mike into the kitchen; it was an easy pretence and I knew that Bob would be at the bbq for about twenty minutes which was plenty of time to get things started.

"Mike, would you like to help me in the kitchen?" As I led the way into the kitchen I called over my shoulder to Elaine.

"Elaine, can you take these wings and kebabs out to Bob please. You'll need a coat though, it's cold." and I handed her a padded jacket of mine that I'd already looked out.

As Elaine left I looked at Mike and he smiled at me. "You are one very sexy and clever lady, organising things like this."

I smiled back. "You noticed huh?"

"Yes, I noticed." He replied, nodding his head.

"So... how'm I doing?"

"Very well I think, very, very well."

He moved towards me taking my hand as he did. There was no hesitation between us as we locked our lips together, swirling our tongues in and out of each other's mouths, our hands exploring, pulling and grabbing, my mound grinding against his surging erection.

God I needed this. I'd waited faithfully for more than twenty years for this moment, waited for the time when Bob was ready to go along with me. Yes, I guess it's true that I'd groomed my own husband but it hadn't been hard; he'd been as eager as me when the opportunity had come along and I was going to enjoy this moment, this evening, the rest of my life.

My hand was on the front of Mike's chinos, tugging at the buckle of his belt and then the zip until suddenly they were open and I could grasp the hardness of his shaft, stroking him up and down, feeling the wetness at the tip of his penis and then, dropping to my knees, taking him into my mouth and sucking on him, swirling my tongue around the glans while I massaged his balls with my hand, then standing and kissing him again.

I could feel Mike pulling at my jeans and I undid the button so that he could slip his hand between my legs and his finger into my pussy. My head went back and my mouth was open as I gasped at the first touch of his finger on my clit.

"Yes, oh yes." Wave after wave pulsed through me as my orgasm churned my belly then suddenly his hand was gone as he lifted me onto the counter and pulled my jeans down. 

I knew it was going to be now, now this moment when another man would fuck me and I watched fascinated as he placed the head of his cock between my labia; then a momentary pause as our eyes met as if we were both asking 'Now?' and my almost whispered "Yes." signalling to him that it was going to be now.

Oh the sweet pleasure as he thrust into me, deep and hard, making me gasp and his redoubled efforts as he pulled me to him, his fingers hurting me as they dug into my butt, the pain contrasting with the cold of the granite work surface under me.

"Cumming, cumming, cumming" I hissed as multiple orgasms ripped through me and then a final frantic thrusting from Mike and the gush of his semen into me, pumping jet after jet deep into my chasm. This wasn't lovemaking, this was raw primal sex and I loved it, loved being fucked, being taken.

And then, as suddenly as we'd started we stopped and began to laugh, holding onto each other, rocking against each other.

"Jesus that was good." said Mike as he pulled away from me.

"Shhsh. Not so loud!" But I knew that we couldn't be heard or seen from the patio where Bob and Elaine were. I'd already checked.

Mike's semen was spilling out of me onto the granite counter and I signalled to him to grab some kitchen towel. I didn't want to have wet cum patches all over my jeans this early in the evening.

We tidied up and I hitched my jeans back up as Mike buckled his belt.

I pointed to the front of his chinos where his penis was still pressed against them but now only semi rigid. He noticed and smiled. "Don't worry, the little blue pills will take care of that." and I smiled in return. "I hope so. I'm going to need some more before the evening's over," and I gave the front of his chinos a reassuring squeeze "Lot's more."

"C'mon mister, we've got food to get ready." But I'd done most of it earlier; I wasn't going to get caught out that easily.

I heard the patio door swish along its track and then Bob's voice, a little loud as if he was deliberately announcing that he and Elaine were back: "We're all ready here; piping hot wings and kebabs, come and get them."

I pushed my hair back into place and slipped a couple more sheets of kitchen towel inside my jeans where Mike's semen was still leaking from me and suddenly we were back at the dinner party, all smiles and good nature as if nothing had happened, apart that is from the smudge of Elaine's lipstick on Bob's cheek and the delicious wetness and heat between my legs but Bob didn't need to know about that, not never; that first illicit fuck was mine and was going to stay that way.

Our supper was relaxed with no tension in the air, plenty of wine and laughter and as we finished and tidied away I got Bob to replenish the log basket and Mike to open some more wine. 

Elaine was fixing coffee and I called Mike over to the CD rack. "Come and choose some music with me, something slow and sexy." Elaine smiled as she carried two cups of coffee to the table by the sofa. "Oh he's good at that alright." and with that she lay back into the cushions waiting for Bob as Mike and I sprawled on the floor by the stereo, hidden from view.

With the lights down and the stereo playing softly I heard Bob come in with the last load of logs and the soft murmur of conversation between him and Elaine but I wasn't concerned; I knew that Bob would be totally absorbed with Elaine and she knew only too well what her husband and I were doing and didn't mind in the slightest.

I was in no hurry and neither was Mike as we relaxed, touching and caressing each other, a lazy sensuous prelude to what was to come.

I unbuttoned his shirt and eased it from his chinos, pushing it back from his shoulders to reveal his well toned chest, not over muscled but taught and lithe. He had that wonderful scent of manhood about him, born of his sweat from our earlier exertions and I rubbed my hands across his nipples, feeling him shiver with excitement and buried my face into him, inhaling deeply and then, almost without thinking I sat up and, raising my arms as if in tableau, pulled my t shirt over my head and kicked my jeans off. The sensation of being naked and vulnerable in front of Mike was thrilling and I pulled his head to me, down between my legs, wanting to feel his tongue on me, in me and he obliged, teasing and nuzzling at my labia, running the tip of his tongue the length of me but always staying tantalisingly short of my clitoris until I could stand the suspense no longer and forced my hand between us, rubbing at my clit as a series of spasms overtook me, my orgasms bubbling to the surface of my consciousness as I came, shuddering and gasping with each release.

I was aware that Mike was now naked as well, his chino's and mine in a tangled heap at our feet and then, above the music we both heard Elaine: "You want to suck momma's titty? Here baby." and we had to stifle out laughter.

"Time to leave I think," I whispered. "We'll go up to the bedroom and leave them here."

As we left the room I paused and glanced over to the sofa where Bob and Elaine were. They were both naked and in the flickering light thrown by the flames of the fire I could see Bob half lying on the sofa with Elaine straddling him and I heard Elaine's "C'mon baby, fuck me." and watched as she moved onto him and as Bob, my husband, thrust into her, pushing as deep into her as he could and his triumphant "Yesss." as he slipped into Elaine. I lingered just a moment longer watching and then turned into the hallway and to the stairs.

For just a brief moment I felt the tiniest pang of sadness, for Bob and I had lost an innocence tonight but just as suddenly it was gone and I took Mike's hand and led him up the stairs and to the bedroom, the bedroom that Bob and I shared, our marital bed. The sheets were crisp and cool, fresh from when we'd changed them earlier and I lay back with my legs apart and my knees slightly raised, inviting Mike to enter me.

"C'mon Mike, let's see how good those little blue vitamin pills really are. C'mon, fuck me." and in readiness I gripped the sheets, my knuckles white and I sighed with pure pleasure as I felt Mike enter me, the slow, slow filling of me, more and more until I felt there must be no more of him; he was big and not yet fully erect again but I knew that would soon come and I clasped my legs around his waist and rolled back so that I could accommodate him. Mike paused for a while as he gained control of himself and then slowly withdrew until just the head of his penis was inside me then another pause and that slow delicious filling of me, my fingers clutching at the sheet and the air crushed from my lungs and then out again and again in, his rhythm increasing almost imperceptibly, his cock stroking my insides and his shaft pressuring my clitoris as he plunged in and out of me, plundering me, taking me, fucking me. I could feel my juices running from my vagina down between my cheeks and then I was aware of another rhythm close by and realised that we had been joined by Bob and Elaine.

Elaine was lying beside me with Bob behind her, spoons, and as Mike pounded in and out of me Elaine suddenly shouted "Fuck me Bob, fuck me, fuck me." and it tipped me over the edge into a spasm of almost continuous orgasms as Mike let go, jetting his creamy threads deep into me, bathing my cervix with his cum in his uncontrolled and primitive urge to inseminate me. 

The four of us lay spent for a while until I had to go and pee and as I went into the bathroom I was aware of Mike leaving the room and then in a minute or so I could hear the murmur of Mike's voice and then the sound of the front door as he and Elaine left and suddenly it all seemed rather sordid as if we were supposed to feel shame at what had just happened. 

I slipped on my nightie that I kept on the back of the bathroom door and climbed back into bed, snuggling under the covers against Bob, spoons; I could feel the wetness of his flaccid cock against my cheeks, Elaine's wetness, and I liked it but somehow I felt cheated. Why had they left and why so furtively? In the sense that what we had just done was consensual what was the problem? Then it dawned on me; it was because this was our bed, our space and there must be some 'swingers' convention about this that I was unaware of.

I drifted off into a fitful sleep with the heady scent of sex still strong in the room, never quite able to settle as I relived that magical moment of being fucked in the kitchen by Mike. At one point I almost burst out laughing with the sheer thrill of the memory and the audacity of it -- me, being fucked on the kitchen counter by Mike while my husband and his wife bbq'd wings and kebabs out on the patio! I had to stifle my laughter. Eventually though I fell asleep but woke in the morning feeling unusually low for me with a huge sense of anti climax and loss -- anti climax that it was over and loss that there would never be another first time like that.

I got up and showered, douching myself with the shower hose; I had no qualms about having had sex with another man but it seemed appropriate that I should be clean of him for my husband.

In the bedroom Bob was up, wearing a look like a child that's been caught doing something naughty and couldn't meet my eyes and I knew immediately what it was: he was feeling guilty. I glanced at him but again he managed to be looking somewhere else so I stripped the bed and carried the sheets out to the trash. I wasn't about to have a sulky husband deepen my already subdued mood.

Later in the afternoon we made the bed together and as Bob tucked in the final corner I undressed.

"Come to bed with me Bob, come and make love with your wife." He needed the reassurance of knowing that I wasn't angry with him or hurt by what we'd done and so we made love and it was good, slow and gentle, warm and loving and I was happy to give him the reassurance that all was well between us.

Days turned into weeks and we settled back into our regular routines except that I had developed the habit of always touching the kitchen counter where Mike had fucked me that evening, sometimes even kissing it but I was playing the role of the dutiful wife again, keeping house and making love with my husband.

But always there was that dimension missing, that something that I would have to chase for myself and if Bob came along too, well that would be fine but I knew that, with him or without him, I had find it for me.

I'd already seen the ads in our local newspaper and googled for swingers so I knew it would an easy thing to find some other couples who 'enjoyed the life-style'; I just had to wait for Bob to raise the subject first but I knew that he would if I reminded him of that evening with Mike and Elaine and tonight seemed to be the right time.

Bob always knew that when I stripped in the bathroom and came to our bed naked that he was in for a demanding time and this night was going to be no different. I was fired and horny thinking about the swinging scene and needed some good raunchy sex with my husband and, just as importantly, it would give me the opportunity I needed to remind him of "that evening".

Ever since "that evening" as I had come to think of it, I had shaved my pussy almost every day, keeping it smooth and silky. 

I enjoyed the process of massaging the saving gel over my pussy, the almost tingling strokes of the razor on my skin and the breath-catching closeness of the blades to my most sensitive parts as I shaved right up to the edge of my labia, and then the soothing coolness of the balm that I smoothed into my mound and the deliciously naughty sensation of trailing one of my fingernails between my lips and over my clit.

Perhaps subconsciously I was keeping myself prepared for a chance encounter or perhaps it helped me to believe that I could persuade Bob that we should try swapping again or better still, swinging.

Since "that evening" I'd done a lot of research on the net and as much reading as I could about 'the life-style'; apart from the fact that there would be as much sex as I wanted, I liked the idea of exploring my sexuality, especially sex with another woman.

At last the opportunity presented itself in the form of as ad in the local paper:

"Good friends meet to have fun together" and it didn't take much from me to persuade Bob that we should go but it was me that was driving this, with Bob agreeing. 

As it happened there was a meeting that evening so I telephoned and got us on the guest list.

I had some idea of what how the evening would go and I hoped it would live up to my expectations.

∞

Bob again.

I was amazed at how relaxed Jen was with our first visit to the swinger's party at the mansion. 

I'd expected her to be a little nervous, perhaps hanging back, but within minutes we had become separated, me with one group and Jen with another.

There was a woman called Sally who seemed to be more than keen on me and she soon led me away to show me the house.

Sally became a regular for me, always exciting and adventurous, but I could never keep up with her and was more than aware that I was just one of her many lovers at the mansion and often one of many in the same evening and I found this very exciting.

There was no foreplay with Sally, she'd seek me out at the bar or just take my arm if I was talking and lead me to the stairs where we'd leave our shoes or another piece of clothing to indicate that we were 'busy'.

In the room we'd kiss, sometimes almost violently, our mouths pressed brutally together, tongues entwined as our saliva escaped our mouths and wet our faces; and then a hurried undressing, fingers stumbling over buttons or grabbing at belts, her hand impatiently thrust past my waistband, grabbing at my cock and often pulling my hand to her pussy which was invariably wet with her arousal and often, I suspected, with another man's semen.

There was a time when I would have been repulsed by the thought of 'going second' but Sally's raw sexual attraction swept away any niceties like that and all I wanted to do was fuck her and to be fucked by her and we did so with a frightening yet exhilarating vigour, Sally's nails clawing at by back and my pubis bruising her mons with the violence of our love making, the smell of sex all around us as she arched her back and writhed with the arrival of one of her many orgasms, her breath caught in her throat before releasing it with a loud 'ohhrrgh' and then the shivers and contractions as the aftershocks raced through her body each time my cock made contact with her engorged and so very sensitive clitoris.

With Sally it always seemed like a race to orgasm and I would thrust into her, driving my cock deep into her vagina as I released my semen, bathing her insides with cum so that my semen and her juices combined with that of her earlier lovers into a torrent of sexual fluid that spilled from her as I withdrew.




Before It's Too Late Ch. 03



And then, as quickly as we'd started we'd dress and leave the room, me for a drink and a rest and perhaps a glimpse of Jen but Sally would enter the sitting room eyes darting, searching out her next lover, the next man who would fuck her in the way that she needed to be fucked, hard, brutally and without emotion, for Sally was a victim of her own insatiable desires, always wanting more.

Jen was more discrete or perhaps enigmatic. I never asked her directly who she was making out with, trusting her to tell me what she wanted me to know, and from time to time she would allude to a particular experience by telling me that she'd had an interesting time or something similar.

But over time I found that I'd leave the mansion sated but somehow dissatisfied, as if we were now on a quest for something promised but unobtainable.

Our lovemaking that had once been the thread that ran through our marriage was now perfunctory, as if usurped by the thrill of the unknown. Less and less would Jen appear naked from the bathroom to signal her needs, for it seemed that those were all satisfied during our visits to the mansion and our sexual encounters with the strangers who had become quasi friends.

∞

Jen again.

For all our visits to the mansion there was still that niggling itch in the back of my mind about Jerry and our oh-so-nearly love making all those years ago when I'd flown to escape from the pressures of home and children.

I know that a difference in age shouldn't have any real effect on a relationship but when Jerry and I had met he was just twenty one or so and I was thirty six so I couldn't help but wonder now how it would feel to meet him again when time and life would have narrowed the gap in age between us.

He would be in his mid forties now, probably married with a family of his own and all the life commitments and problems that shape and bring maturity to a man and I came to the realisation that the only way I could settle my thoughts would be to seek him out.

But how?

I needed to know but how could I find him?

There was only one way and so on a crisp, bright autumn morning I took myself to the south coast again to revisit the places I had stayed whilst I was away from Bob and the children all those years ago.

In many ways the town hadn't changed at all although there were the usual superficial differences -- Starbucks and McDonald's in place of the tea shops and cafes and I easily found the diner where I had waited tables and first met Jerry.

Except now it wasn't a diner anymore.

The open front where the tables had spilled onto the pavement was now a sleek façade of darkly tinted glass with inset panels displaying photographs of elegantly simple modern buildings and apartment blocks and in the bottom right hand corner of each window in gold lettering: Gerald Sete Architect RA.

Could it be Jerry? I know the spelling was different but no one spells 'Jerry' with a G do they?

As I stood a car pulled up at the curb behind me and I saw reflected in the dark glass of the building a tall elegant man step from the car; I knew in an instant it was Jerry and I froze to the spot, not daring to watch his reflection anymore but looking down at my shoes instead. I could sense his presence right behind me, close enough to catch the scent of him on the still, cool autumn air.

"Hello Jen."

I turned to him, my eyes filled with tears. "Hello Jerry." I managed a smile. "I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you. Quite a surprise I guess after so many years."

"No not at all; I've always wondered if we'd meet again, always thought about you, always wanted to see you again and now you're here."

He stood and smiled, gesturing at the building.

"There's no table service anymore, couldn't get the staff after you left but I have coffee inside if you like."

Gone was the innocent and inexperienced young man; instead he was self assured, full of certainty in his manner and his voice, quietly commanding and I knew then that I wanted to complete the unfinished business between us.

I returned his smile. "Quite a surprise huh?" I was aware that I was repeating myself and felt foolish, feeling myself blush deeply at the reversal of roles and I followed him through the now open door, accepting his guiding hand on my arm.

I watched him as he started the cappuccino machine, listening as he explained about his work as an architect, how he'd started, about his marriage that had ended some ten years ago, and his children.

He set the coffee on a table between us and sat opposite me, giving me his full attention.

"And what about you Jen, where have you been all these years?"

It felt almost as if he was counselling me, inviting me to tell him my innermost secrets and feelings. What could I say? Should I tell him everything, about how I thought of him as my secret lover, about Mike and Elaine and of Bob and I and our swinging lifestyle?

I sat for a moment just staring into his eyes while he waited patiently, giving me the pause I needed.

Eventually I began, telling him about my girls and life with Bob, about how after returning home I'd retained the freedom of spirit that I had rediscovered for myself while I was waiting tables in the same building where we were now sitting, told him that I'd wanted to revisit the place that had been such a special part of my life and finished by saying: "... and I always wondered how you were, always thought about you and if we'd meet again and how it would feel if we did."

"And how does it feel?" 

I blushed again as I looked up at him, my voice refusing to work and all I could do was whisper.

"It feels wonderful, just wonderful." I had to scrabble in my handbag for a tissue but Jerry was there with a handkerchief before I could find one and as he passed it to me he held my hand.

"And it feels wonderful for me as well."

I wiped my eyes and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Jerry returned my smile. "Well, let me show you around. The town has changed a bit since you were here, new buildings, new restaurants. Do you have time?"

I nodded my agreement. "Yes, that would be fun and yes, I have all the time we need."

Jerry helped me into my coat, giving my shoulders a squeeze as he did so and then showed me to his car, opening the door for me.

He drove me around the town, pointing out buildings old and new until finally he turned into a street that I remembered vividly except now it was different, the buildings renovated, the clusters of door bells where once had been flats and bedsits replaced with elegant brass bell pushes, the gracious houses restored to their former glory of opulence and comfort.

"Remember this?" he asked as we pulled up outside one of them.

How could I forget? The bright brass numbers on the gleaming black door confirmed my memory: this was where I had lived except now it wasn't the same at all and in an instant I guessed.

"This is your house isn't it?"

He just smiled at me.

"Why don't you come up for a coffee?" 

Our wheel had turned full circle and now it was Jerry inviting a nervous Jen onto his house.

Do the gods watch us? Are they waiting for us to make a mistake? Will our life path be diverted if we miss one of the turnings they set before us? I don't know but I wasn't going to risk it so I rose onto tiptoe and kissed Jerry on his lips, lightly but enough to let him know how excited I was and how much I wanted us to re-live that moment of all those years ago.

"Hey, steady tiger, it's only a coffee. You do understand?" said Jerry with a laugh.

I gasped. "You remembered, the exact words, at the same moment ..." my voice tailed off as my tears started ... "Even standing on the same step."

Jerry held me to him.

"Yes, I remembered, almost every day of my life I've thought about you and of this moment, of how it would be exactly the same." He paused to kiss away my tears. "Well, almost exactly the same." 

And now it was time for me to laugh, giving him a playful smack on his butt.

"I'm glad you said that!"

Inside the front door, the stairs rose to a beautifully proportioned sitting room which I had never seen. All I could remember was the staircase with closed doors leading off it. I recalled that my bedsit had been one floor higher and I wondered if it was now Jerry's bedroom; after all, he seemed to have acquired all the other buildings that had featured in our brief relationship all those years ago. But that could wait.

Instead of coffee I was holding a glass of champagne, standing close to Jerry, our lips just touching, our breath merging.

Jerry reached for the bottle to replenish our glasses. "Shall we take the champagne upstairs?"

For the first time since meeting him earlier in the afternoon Jerry seemed nervous, as if he was in uncertain territory but I was quick to reassure him.

"Yes, I'd like that, like it very much." And I pulled his head to me, capturing his lips with mine, our tongues swirling deeply in each other's mouths as I pressed myself against his hardness.

"Yes, please, very, very much."

Jerry led the way up the stairs but I knew where we were going; what once had been three separate bedsits was once again one bedroom, Jerry's bedroom. I paused in the doorway, trying to get my bearings. 

'There was a door here, and one next to it there and the other one over there,' I thought to my self 'and so my room must have been here with my bed ...' my thoughts tailed off as I found my voice.

"Your bed is where my bed used to be so..."

Jerry was watching me, smiling as I made the connections.

"So we'll be in exactly the same place ..."

I stopped, blushing furiously. "I'm sorry I'm jumping to conclusions here but ..."

He filled our glasses and placed them on the table beside the bed, his confidence restored as he patted the bed beside him as he sat. "Here, come and sit here."

Even if there was any doubt in my mind there was no place for it now as he kissed me, gently pushing me back onto the bed as he kicked off his shoes and I followed suit, searching for the buttons on his shirt and then tugging at his belt to release his rigid member as he ran his fingers up the inside of my leg, pulling at my pantyhose and I arched my back to let him pull them free of me.

"Ssh. Stop a minute. I need to feel your skin against me." I knelt beside him on the bed and finished unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it from his shoulders and then kissing my way down his neck to his nipples and then across his torso to his engorged penis, tasting the precum at the tip before pulling his chinos away so that he was naked before me.

Still kneeling I unbuttoned my blouse and released my bra, letting my breasts fall free and then slid my skirt over my hips and all the while Jerry watched me, surrendering himself to me as he had all those years ago.

I slipped my hand between his legs, massaging just behind his balls with one hand as I kissed the length of his shaft, taking the head into my mouth and sucking on it and then stroking him up and down a few times.

This wasn't love making; this was the consummation of unfinished business from long ago and I straddled him, guiding his penis between my labia and lowering myself onto him, taking his length into me as I started to move against him, my juices flowing freely.

"Hold my breasts, squeeze them for me." and Jerry obliged, squeezing my breasts gently at first and then harder as our rhythm increased and I could feel the moment coming. 

But Jerry had learned a lot about lovemaking since we'd last been together and he stopped me, turning me over onto my back before re-entering me, lifting my legs high, his cock slamming into me now as he fucked me harder and harder until my orgasm overtook me at the same time as Jerry released himself into me filling me with spurt after spurt of his creamy cum, his cock seeking the neck of my womb, pressing as deeply into me as he could.

He collapsed onto me, our chests heaving with our efforts while our juices mingled and Jerry's cock softened inside me. We lay for a while like that before he rolled off me, pulling me to him and I curled into him as if seeking comfort from him.

There were no words to be said, we had completed our journey and we dozed for a while, holding each other close, the scent and wetness of our lovemaking binding us together.

After a while I got up and showered, returning to the bedroom to dress.

Jerry was still in the bed, watching me as I got ready to leave.

I sat beside him on the bed, stroking his hair, knowing it was time to go but struggling to leave; I knew that the memory of what had just passed between us would stay with me forever and that Jerry would remain my fantasy lover.

He took my hand and smiled at me. "It's ok, I know you have to go. Thank you for loving me all those years ago. I will always love you."

I bent and kissed his forehead. "And me you, always."

I let myself out of his house and walked the short distance from what had once been my bedsit to Jerry's office where the diner I had once waited tables at used to be and collected my car.

∞

The road home rises from the coast, winding its way up the South Downs and crossing open downlands before descending gently into the vale where Bob and I live and I had the sense that the road was giving me the time to make a decision, onward towards Bob or back to Jerry and the excitement and uncertainty that would go with that choice.

I pulled the car into the side of the road and cried, so torn and uncertain as to what I wanted, watching the autumn wind tearing the leaves from the trees as if they were telling me that time was running out for me to make my decision; I had no sense of duty, that I should do this or that, of it being 'right' to go back to Bob or of being cruel to Jerry by dashing his hopes.

I loved both of them with a passion and depth that I knew would more than fulfil both of them and me too but could they cope with that?

Would these two very different but equally loving men be able to come to terms with sharing me?

At last I drove on, home to Bob, not having really made my decision, wondering if I'd see Jerry again and if it was possible to maintain the two relationships.

I didn't want to worry Bob about being home later than we'd arranged and the wheels of the car scrunched on the gravel of the driveway as I pulled up in front of the house; I could hear the shower running upstairs as I opened the front door.

From the bedroom door I could see Bob soaping himself as he let the water cascade over himself and I slipped out of my clothes, leaving them where they fell on the floor before opening the shower door and stepping into the enclosure, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head into his chest.

He didn't say anything, just continued showering but now including me, sweeping his lathered hands over my back and buttocks, occasionally between my legs and over my pussy, tugging me towards him so that I could feel the form of his penis against my belly and the strength of his arms around me. Did he sense something? Was he washing me clean?

After a while he turned the water off and, stepping from the shower, handed me a towel

I knew that Bob would be able to see me in the dim light of the autumn evening that was still filtering thorough the bedroom curtains and I paused at the bathroom door to reveal my naked profile to him, telling him that tonight his Jen was back from wherever she'd been, eager and needful of him and his body though in truth, tonight, I wasn't sure who I would really rather be with.

I slipped into the bed besides him, feeling the hardness of his erection pressing against me as I straddled him and took him into my body, leaning forwards to kiss him and nuzzle him as I moved against him, rubbing my clit against him and feeling my wetness increasing with each thrust he returned.

I knew in that instant that we were ok, still Bob and Jen who'd been on so many adventures in our marriage.

No words were needed yet as our lovemaking grew to a crescendo and I took his seed into me as the pulses of my orgasm surged through my whole body.

I fell onto him, feeling my breasts crushed against him and the sweet wetness of his cum oozing from me, our bellies slick with the sweat of our lovemaking, holding him as tightly as I could, our cheeks pressed together, his breath hot in my ear and mine held tightly in my chest as I held back my tears and suppressing the urge to sob.

At last I knew I had the strength to tell him what I needed to say and I pressed my lips against his ear.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for being away for so long, but there were some matters I had to settle, before it was too late."

Bob just held me close to him, saying nothing for a while.

"I know hon, I know but you know what? Whatever happens between us, there'll always be time for us and it will never be too late."