2 comments/ 38240 views/ 4 favorites Fucking With Strangers Ch. 01 By: mandywilluk2000 As the condom covered cock nuzzled against my wet and engorged lips so I thought 'It has been such a long time.' As Paul pushed his welcomingly sturdy and stunningly hard prick up me I realised that it been about nine months, around three-quarters of a year or approximately forty weeks since I had been fucked. As he surged deep into me so I realised that my self-imposed celibacy was over. That made me feel very good. We'd met playing golf, helping each other find their balls in the deep rough that separated the eighth and ninth holes. We chatted as we walked in the long grass and then later in the bar. We had a couple of drinks at the golf club and met there again at the Sunday morning mixed get together. We played and had lunch together, he gave me a lift home for I had stayed at a friend's place near to the club the previous evening. We kissed as he dropped me off at my flat in Docklands. We met again a week or so later and then we went out to dinner a couple of times.. Tonight had been a natural culmination I suppose. It was an inevitability I guess suppose. It was the way that relationships develop, particularly between people approaching or in middle age, for his fifty one and my forty three constitute just that, I was beginning to realise with some despair. As he started moving in and out and up and down, there was no space in my mind for anything other than the enjoyment of sexual stimulation. Fortunately he had made me cum when he'd undressed me so I was able to savour the sensations of his cock filling me and arousing my insides. He was a good lover. He hadn't rushed getting my clothes off and getting me into his bed and he had paid due attention to my full breasts and ultra-sensitive nipples with his hands and mouth. He was as equally relaxed about getting into my knickers. He had patiently stimulated my clit and then after peeling my panties down and taking them off, he had gently at first, but then more energetically as we progressed, finger fucked me to a first climax. We had rested. And then he had started sucking my breasts, I love that and I stroked his cock. He thrust it against me simulating a shag. We kissed and he ran his hands through my more than shoulder-length, wavy, unruly some say, chestnut coloured hair. He rolled on top of me his erection welcomingly pressed into me from my pubic mound to my waisl, he felt so big, but then I hadn't had this experience for so long, everything was happening in extremes. He squeezed and rubbed my breasts, sucked my nipples and then wiggled his way downwards. I parted my thighs and he slid between them. It didn't last that long. I certainly had no staying power and he was so ready that prolonging it would have been meaningless. After the first few deep thrusts that sent his cock so far up me I thought it would enter my womb or pop out my mouth, he combined that with almost removing it. All the time he was kissing me, squeezing my breasts and sucking on my lips; I knew they would be sore and a little swollen in the morning. Then he pushed himself as far in me as he could go, held it rigid, grabbed the cheeks of my bum and moaned. "Are you ready, I am near?" "Oh yes Paul" I groaned I am so, so ready." And then we had a marvellous mutual orgasm that well and truly ended my celibacy. * Just what had brought me back to a full sex-life, I'm not sure. Partly of course it was frustration. That dull ache of need that for nearly every moment of the nine months had pervaded every part of my body. There was hardly a minute and certainly not an hour that I didn't think about sex, that I didn't feel the warmth in my breasts and the irritation in the pit of my stomach. I was continuously aroused, my nipples seemed to be almost permanently hard and sometimes I would have to change my panties several times a day! I looked at nearly all the men and many of the women I met as sexual prospects, wondering what they would look like naked and how they would perform in bed. I had the most lurid dreams often waking up with my hand between my legs or holding my boobs. I had fantasies of being raped, having a gang bang and being tied up and continually fucked. To relieve the frustration I masturbated and boy did I; every day during those nine months and some times two or three times. That helped, but only momentarily. It also ended because of Paul, I felt he was special. He wasn't pervy or pushy, was good looking with longish greying, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was around six feet and muscularly slim, brought about he told me by working out three or four times a week, running regularly and playing tennis as well as golf. After the divorce, I had vowed not to present my daughter, who had overall coped well with my marriage split up and divorce, with a series of 'uncles' and that had been another reason for my celibacy decision. Additionally, being celibate and not dating after a few months, although I had started out with what I felt were good reasons, increasingly seemed rather pointless; I had almost forgotten why I had started. After my divorce had come through three or so years ago I had a bad spell. I became rather promiscuous, well at least by my standards for in the previous twenty years I had only had two lovers; my husband and a guy with whom I had a passionate six month affair. During my 'mad' period I slept with six men. I got to a point where, I suppose, I was putting it about a bit. After a couple of years of that madness, which I worked hard to keep from my teenage daughter Sara, it suddenly hit me that I was becoming a slut. It also hit me that the sex I had with those men was, overall, unsatisfying and filled me with guilt and remorse. It was like that because it was almost just sex for the sake of sex; there was nothing else, no emotional involvement, no strong affection and certainly no love. I didn't want any of the latter, but had needed the former; I wanted sex, but no emotional involvement or dependence. I had been there with Kevin and the break up after I found that he was a serial adulterer had not only hurt me badly, but it had toughened me up considerably. So I had a classic Catch 22; I wanted sex, but without becoming emotionally involved, but when I had sex like that I didn't enjoy it. Hence, I stopped dating and became celibate. That is until Paul He found me at just the right time for both of us. A couple of years earlier he had sold his interior design and office layout planning company for several millions. He and his wife had decided that they would spend a lot of time travelling the world for whilst building his group of companies he had no time for holidays. Tragically, just after the sale she was killed in a car crash so when we met he was just starting to get over it, if that is possible. At that time having tried celibacy I was coming to the conclusion the suffering was not worth the benefits. All the time since the divorce my intention had been not to get involved with a man until Sara was more or less off my hands at university. Paul came along just as she was taking her A levels! We found his ball, but not mine in the rough and we laughed when I said. "Bloody men, they never seem to lose their balls." In the bar after the golf he came up to me and presented me with a brand new golf ball. "Titleist Pro V wasn't it." Smiling I said. "Pts Solo actually, but a Pro V will do, thanks." "May I buy you a drink?" "You think I'm that kind of girl do you" I laughed adding "Anything for a golf ball?" "Not just a golf ball, a Pro V 1" "Ah well in that case a glass of dry white wine please." He leaned across and putting his hand on my shoulder he kissed me on the cheek. We were parked near to my Docklands apartment after he brought me home from the golf club. We went to dinner later that week and this time in roughly the same place he kissed me on the lips, he was a good kisser. The next week after we came out of the restaurant and got into his car in the dark, we kissed. This time it was much deeper and longer. He cupped my breast and that felt wonderful. A week or so later after golf, dinner and a few drinks at the club we stopped in a quiet place as he drove me home. We kissed and he again cupped my breasts. "Paul I'm a little old for this" I said as his hand slid inside my top. "If you are, what's that make me" he replied, not stopping however from touching my boob and in fact slipping his fingers inside my bra so that they touched my nipple. That made me grunt. It is such a significant and exciting time when a man first touches a woman's breasts and particularly their nipple. We kissed for some time as slowly he eased each breast out of my bra and caressed them with his hands and fingers and then licked and kissed them. I had to work hard not to cum so aroused did that make me. I guess that by these actions Paul was asking if we could have full sex and I was replying that we could. He came in for coffee after driving me home from the West End where we'd had dinner. I had lied and said that my daughter was upstairs a sleep, I hadn't quite got my head round breaking my celibacy. As he pulled me to him and kissed me he said. "Would we hear her if she got up?" "Yes, I have intentionally had squeaky floorboards put in her bedroom so we would," I smiled as he crushed me against him. "What a thoughtful mother you are, saving your daughter the embarrassment of catching her mum up to no good." "Mum's have to think of everything" I replied as we sat side by side on the large six-seater, black leather settee. I was wearing a black dress with several buttons at the top that ran from the lowish necklineto my waist. It was quite thin and had a fairly loose skirt that came to just above my knees. As my legs were still tanned from a recent week in Italy, I wasn't wearing tights or stockings. As we kissed he soon had some of the buttons undone and was caressing my boobs before trying to undo the bra. "No don't Paul, just in case" I said nodding my head towards the stairs. "Wise as well ma'am" he smiled sliding his hand into the cups one at a time and lifting my breasts out. "This ok?" He asked bending his head and sucking my already swollen nipple into his mouth. I stroked his hair as I murmured. "Oh yes Paul that is ok, it is so much more than just ok." I slowly laid back into the corner of the sofa as he did such wonderful things to my boobs and nipples. I wasn't' aware just how far my skirt had risen up my legs until I felt his hand on my thigh more than half way between my knee and my panties. Stop him or let him go on, I asked myself? He provided the answer by slipping his hand slowly upwards until the side of it was pressed right against my soaked lips encased in the black thong. I panicked. I now wanted sex so badly, but knew that I shouldn't do that particularly as I had lied about Sara being here. Again that conundrum was solved for me. I began to cum. "Oh god Paul" I groaned grabbing his wrist and going to pull it away. "What?" I'm sure he knew for my body had gone rigid. "You know" I gasped not having the will to pull his hand away. "Yes I do" he said rubbing me." "I'm sorry." "Don't be, it's wonderful" he grunted manipulating his fingers inside my panties. "Oh my god" I groaned as they, effortlessly it seemed, slid in me. He made me cum quickly and fully. I didn't let him fuck me though and considerately he didn't try too hard thinking that Sara was upstairs. It wasn't just that inconvenience though it was also that he had the patience of an experienced man. We both knew that it was only a matter of time, however, and that his invitation to his house and for him to cook me dinner the following Saturday "That is if you can get a sitter" was likely to be that time. I had no difficulty with getting Sara looked after. We had melon and Parma ham, followed by a pasta and then raspberries. Simple but effective and delicious. We drank the best part of two bottles of wine, which together with the meal, the low lighting and the haunting Bach violin concertos created a warm and highly romantic atmosphere. Paul got up, walked round the table and stood behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my head. "You realise Amanda I'm sure that I feel a lot for you don't you?" "As I do you Paul, but it's too soon to go there, just let's enjoy this for what it is, please?" I said putting my hand on his. "Yes darling I agree" he said softly as he slowly slid his hands down my chest and onto my breasts. "And is this what it is Amanda?" I gripped his hand and pressed it more firmly against my breasts. I looked up into his eyes and whispered. "Yes Paul, I rather think it is." I was wearing a fairly low cut, long sleeved sort of white tee shirt top. It was tight and moulded itself to my breasts, emphasising their fullness. He caressed them through the top, cupping and squeezing them as he continued kissing the top of my head. I stood up, we slid into each other's arms and we kissed. Again it was long, deep and quite lovely. As I pressed the length of my body against his I had that absolutely delightful experience of feeling him harden. "Is that ok?" He whispered as he his rested his hand on my bum in the cropped black linen pedal pushers. "Oh yes" I sighed enjoying it and liking his consideration. That made me feel warm towards him and adventurous. I let my hand fall down between us so it found his erection. I slowly rubbed and gently squeezed it and whispered. "Is this?" It was the first time I had done that to him. "Oh yes Mandy, yes, it's lovely." Gently pushing me backwards we almost did a slow dance to the big, green leather chesterfield. He manoeuvred me until I felt the back of my legs pressing against it. We sat down and we kissed again. One of his hands slid inside my top and found my bra covered breasts as the other squeezed the cheeks of my bum through the thin linen. I was still rubbing his erection. As he had in the car a couple of times and at my apartment he slipped his fingers inside one of the cups and started to pull the boob out. It felt lovely, but was slightly irritating and felt somewhat teenagerish. "Stop a moment" I muttered. "Wha......?" I stopped him with. "Shush, just watch." Reaching behind me I slid my hands up my back inside the top and undid my bra. Looking right at Paul, I pulled the trick that only women can do, I wiggled and struggled with my bra and then brought my hands out from my top holding it. As he smiled and said "Wow" I dropped the flimsy, white see-through bra onto the floor by his feet. "Oh my god Amanda" he groaned taking me in his arms again and cupping my breast through the thin top. "I want you so much." We kissed for some time with Paul slowly easing me backwards until I was squashed into the corner of the sofa with him lying half on me his full erection giving me lovely feelings on my legs and stomach. He ran his hands up and down my legs firstly, on their tops and then on the inside of my thighs, which I parted for him. He was alternating between caressing my boobs through my top and inside it, whilst continually running his hands up and down my thighs. He had worked me up very much and I was feeling incredibly horny and I knew my celibacy was about to end and I wanted it to. I sat up and again looking into his eyes as he stroked the inside of my thigh very near to where my soaked pussy lips were covered by my panties and the thin linen, I took hold of my top. In one smooth movement I lifted it up and over my head. "You wonderful woman" he groaned immediately cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. "Let's go to bed." As we stood up I smiled. "What about the washing up?" "Fuck it" he smiled back. Laughing as I fluffed my hair back into place making my boobs jiggle quite outrageously I said. "It or me?" It was a strange yet monumentally horny experience walking through his house, up the stairs and into his bedroom topless. I was acutely aware that as I climbed the stairs that my bum would be swaying just inches in front of his face and as I walked arm in arm with him across the landing that my boobs would be wobbling wildly. That felt good. In his surprisingly large bedroom he took my pedal pusher pants off and we lay on the bed. I was so worked up that my entire body was tingling. It erupted when he touched me between my legs, firstly outside then quickly after inside my panties. He made me cum very quickly. Then he removed my thong and fucked me. * After we had 'broken our duck' as far as full sex was concerned, our relationship developed quickly and very well. Due to my daughter, we were unable to actually sleep with each other all night very often, but we made up for that by enjoying our afternoons and sometimes even our mornings to the full! "It's been over three months now" he said as I lay in his arms on the back seat of his Rangerover. We had found a common liking of having sex in places where there was an element of danger; not too much danger, just enough to add interest. It had appealed to me in the past, but I had never had the opportunity to give vent to my feelings, Paul gave me every opportunity to do that for we were like-minded on the subject that we had discussed a couple of times. I had played golf at the club's Tuesday ladies morning. "Right girls I'm off to the gym see you all Thursday" I had said after showering and changing. I was wearing a thin white, zip up track top, black leggings and a fashionably short black skirt. I was not wearing any underwear. It was fairly chilly so it didn't look out of place that I was wearing a large jacket over my tracky top. Fuller breasted girls have to think of such 'cover ups' all the time. I drove away from the club, but instead of heading towards London I turned left out into Epping Forest. Paul was parked in a Tesco car park a few miles up the road. I pulled into a lay by before I got there and removed my leggings. I parked alongside him and jumped into his car. We were soon parked up in a small clearing in the forest where we had a good view of any approaching ramblers or other intruders on our erotic solitude. We'd had sex there before. After the usual warm up of us kissing and him playing with my boobs I had muttered. "Push your trousers down." Straddling his knees I had slid the zip on my tracky top down so my tits were bared for him although, of course he already knew from his hand investigations that I was braless. As he slid his jeans down I saw that he was welcomingly hard, something that didn't always happen without some hand or oral help from me. He slid his hand up my skirt and his fingers found my naked wetness. "You dirty bitch" he smiled fingering me." "I get even dirtier" I replied grasping his cock, pressing it against my lips and letting myself slither down onto it. I fucked him like that. His hands and mouth were all over my tits that as I rode up and down impaled on him flew all over the place. It was gorgeous and it wasn't even lunch time yet. "Yes I know, doesn't time fly" I replied answering his earlier question. My hand was idly stroking his soft dick and I knew that wouldn't be doing anything for some time, a couple of hours at least and as I had to go shopping in Tesco I didn't have time to wait. Over the past few weeks we had talked a lot and had agreed that although we felt a great deal for each other this was not the love of our lives. "So are you after me just for my body?" He'd joked not really realising just how close to the truth that was. It was this ability we had to laugh and make jokes about sex and how open we were about our needs and sexual desires that helped us get on so well. As I had I lay naked with him in his bed after sex one afternoon I had explained at some length my Catch 22 celibacy problem. He had understood my dilemma and had told me he had gone through a similar situation after his wife had died. He had also gone on to tell me that their marriage had gone through many sticky patches and that they had parted a few times. Fucking With Strangers Ch. 01 When I asked why his reply surprised me. "Well as you know after a while the shine goes off most marriages and the sex tends to dry up." Although I agreed with him that hadn't been the situation with my marriage where we were having great sex right up to the night I found out he had been having yet another affair with a girl young enough to be his daughter. As we cuddled each other in the back of the Rangerover with both of us semi-naked he brought up the subject again. "I see" I said, not really getting it at all. "We did other things though to rekindle it." "And what were they?" I'd asked. Paul went on to explain that they had joined a circle. "A circle, what's that, witches?" He laughed. "No some call it swinging." He explained that is was a very discrete 'club' where any new entrant had to be proposed and seconded. Potential new members then had to meet a sort of committee and then the membership voted and could blackball anyone. "Just like a golf club" he said cupping my breast and raising my hopes a bit. * It was just as Paul had explained. I went along to a meeting that was held each three months or so, met the committee and fortunately was not black-balled. I paid my thousand pounds joining fee and my thousand first year subs. The money was used for hiring premises for such meetings as this and for the occasional party or orgy as Paul explained it. At those, a number of young male and female models who the members could have sex with were brought in. The main function of the circle was as a sort of dating agency where couples could find like-minded couples and then meet to do as they wish, usually at one or the other's home, but sometimes in a hotel. Naturally, when Paul had first introduced the idea I had rejected it, well actually I didn't do that, I just didn't react. Over what must have been a three or four week period each time following sex as I lay in his arms, naked when in bed or with my breasts bare if in his car, he kept returning to the topic and slowly he raised my interest until finally I agreed to attend the meeting. I could hardly believe that in such a short period, probably three months, I had gone from being celibate to becoming a potential swinger. I guess there must have been a number of reasons, but the main one really was as Paul put it "Why not?" We talked it through and I couldn't argue with his logic. I wanted and needed sex, I didn't want involvement, I didn't fancy one night stands with strangers and I enjoyed meeting new people. "As you know everyone is carefully vetted and, just like a golf club, for better or worse Amanda, they are all people like us." Our first 'date' was with a couple in their early fifties Steve and Cassy. They lived in Bexleyheath just outside London to the south east and were happy for us to visit them. "Let's have dinner, see what happens and if you wish stay the night," Paul said that Steve had told him. "There's never any pressure, particularly on newcomers" he'd explained. "If we get there and any one of us changes their mind, that's fine, there'll be no hassle." He went on to explain that Steve and Cassy had been members for years and had been one of the founding couples. They do a lot to make the circle successful and most new couples or individuals, like you my dear, date them first. I was hellishly nervous as Paul drove his new Jag through Blackwall Tunnel and along the busy A2 the next Friday evening. I had felt awful as I packed Sara off to her father's telling her that I was visiting a girl friend to play golf, she still didn't know about Paul. We pulled into the in and out driveway of the double fronted, detached Victorian house just off the centre of Bexleyheath at eight in the evening. Both of them opened the house door before we were out of the car and they greeted us like old friends. Cassy pecked both of us on the cheek, Steve did the same to me and he and Paul shook hands. They ushered us in to their nicely appointed house that was very Victorian inside in both decor and furniture, it was lovely. Steve was quite tall, over six feet and was nicely slim with a full head of dark hair flecked strongly at the side with grey. He wore glasses, but had blue eyes and a nice square jaw. His teeth had probably been whitened and he had a lovely, Hollywood like, smile. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with a button down collar that had the top and two other buttons undone at the front showing a fair chest covering of hair. He was wearing tan chinos and loafers with no shoes. Overall I was impressed. Cassy was the sort of woman who is described as a willowy blonde. She was wearing a long sleeved, white top that buttoned up the back. It was a sort of a tee shirt and was high at the neck and she wore it outside the blue denim mini skirt that ended half way down her long, slender, tanned legs. She was wearing mid height heeled sandals and she looked fabulous. Her almost straight silver blonde hair fell onto her shoulders and as she moved it became clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Paul was also wearing chinos, blue ones with a white Ralph shirt and a thin, beige linen jacket. Since we'd been together he had let his brown hair grow longer, just beneath his collar, he looked good. I was wearing a white, silk blouse that buttoned all the way up the front and black leather trousers, with self support stockings and high heels. As usual I was wearing my chestnut coloured hair down in its unkempt, just pulled through a hedge backwards look. "As it's still warm let's have a drink on the terrace" Cassy said as Steve uncorked a bottle of champagne. Considering that we were strangers who were probably about to have sex the atmosphere was surprisingly light. We chatted easily about lots of things varying from the X Factor and I'm a Celebrity get me out of Here to the war In Afghanistan and to the World Cup In South Africa. We got on really well and by the time we'd finished the bottle and were sitting down to dinner with Steve and me opposite each other with Cassy to my right and Paul my left, it was almost as if we were old friends. We had a delicious roquet salad with parmesan bacon and mushrooms to start followed by baby lamb chops and minted potatoes with strawberries for desert, simple but lovely. The Sauvignon Blanc flowed well with all of us favouring that to the Merlot. By the time dinner was finished and we moved to a sitting room I was feeling quite mellow, actually slightly tipsy, which I guess was the plan to loosen all of our inhibitions. I was not so tipsy, though, to accept a digestif and stayed on wine rather than the Cognac that the men chose. I had wondered since this had been set up just how the sex would be introduced and had assumed that there would be a clear change from strangers to lovers, a definite break point where somebody would sort of say 'Ok now for the second part of the evening, sex.' Of course it wasn't like that. As we left the table, Steve walked beside me and slid his arm round my waist. When we got to the dimly lit sitting room with low music playing, he pulled me into his arms and we danced. The transition was as simple and straightforward as that. Cassy and Paul did the same. It took little time for Steve's hands to be running up and down my back and onto my bum or for my fingers to run through his hair. But soon we were both caressing each other as we swayed on the spot dancing. I really couldn't believe how the sheer mood and atmosphere of the situation simply took me over. It seemed so perfectly natural to be in Steve's arms, pulled close to him his obvious erection growing against my stomach. It felt common place to have this virtual stranger's hands squeezing my bum and running up and down the backs and side of legs. It felt perfectly ok for me to hold and stroke him, to run my fingers through his hair, to press my breasts against his chest and to not move my stomach away from the long, hard object pressing against me. It also felt perfectly proper for the man I had arrived with, my current partner and lover to be experiencing a similar situation with Cassy. I looked over Steve's shoulder and saw that they were a little ahead of us for that man who had brought me here had pulled the hem at the back of Cassy's mini skirt up so that his hands were squeezing the bare, perfectly formed orbs of her bum. I found that to be a hugely erotic sight. Steve's lips brushed across my cheek and rested on mine. He kissed me softly, his lips felt nice. "Is this ok Amanda?" "Yes" I murmured parting my lips as his met mine and he kissed me. He kissed well and soon I was forgetting that he was a stranger. It certainly didn't seem like it and it certainly didn't seem to matter. It was just as though I was kissing someone I knew, Paul for instance. I was relaxing and I kissed him back, just as his hand found my breast. That made me jump, but not with anything other than pleasure. I saw over his shoulder that Paul and Cassy were laid out on the settee. Her skirt was well up her legs and I could see in the dim light that Paul had pushed her top up and was kissing her bare, small breasts. Paul's white shirt was open and pulled out from his trousers. The sight of them as Steve squeezed my breasts and pressed his lovely erection against me even harder really got me going. I willingly let Steve pull me down onto the other large sofa and just as willingly welcomed his hand inside my blouse. "You comfortable with this?" He asked. "Yes Paul, its fine" I answered honestly. "And you ok to go further?" He whispered as his fingers slid into my bra in a similar way to which Paul had been in there many times. I realised he was really asking about us having sex. 'Shit' I thought. 'He's asking if he can fuck me.' That seemed strange. Someone I had known for all of two hours asking that. But it didn't seem wrong. In a way joining this circle had been the catalyst in changing my views on sex. In the past the idea of having sex with a stranger would have been abhorrent and I would have rejected it out of hand and told myself not to be so ridiculous. Now, I asked myself 'Why not?" "You ok in here with them or would you prefer privacy?" I hadn't thought that we would do it in the same room as them, but the idea exited me. "What do you want to do?" I asked as he undid the buttons on my blouse. "I'll go wherever you wish Amanda, but I would adore making love to you as they watch us and we watch them" he diplomatically replied as, quite expertly he undid the clasp of my bra. I sat up straight as he slipped my bra off. I guessed something similar had taken place on the other settee, for Cassy was down to her panties and Paul was removing his trousers. I undid the button at the top of the zip on my trousers and then pushed that down. "Stand up Amanda" he whispered undoing his own zip and pushing his trousers off; I was surprised and I have to say excited to see that he was naked under them. Naked and beautifully hard. I stood close to him and felt a marvellous buzz as he pulled my leather trousers down. I stepped out of them and momentarily had an enormous buzz as I saw that both Paul and Cassy were looking at me standing just a few feet from them in just my black, silk thong. I smiled at them seeing that they were both naked. It really was one of the most erotic times of my life. To be fucked by a stranger as the sounds of his wife being fucked by my partner was an awesome turn on and to be absolutely truthful I loved every moment of it. As Steve wiggled me back onto the sofa clad in just the thong I could see my lover and Steve's wife standing naked kissing deeply. Seeing her hand wrapped round Paul's cock as mine had been so many times was so stirring to me that without thinking I grabbed Steve's. Feeling rather bad about it I did think that his was thicker and slightly longer than Paul's. He was now on top of me, but my attention was, amazingly, more drawn towards the other two than to what we were doing. I stared over Steve's shoulder as I heard Cassy grunt. "Oh yes." Paul was lying between her long, slender legs. She had raised them and wrapped them round his waist and the grunt had clearly resulted from Paul entering her just as her husband had me. Steve was fully up me, but incredibly I had hardly felt him slide into me so absorbed was I by watching the other two now very evidently fucking. I had never seen a couple have full sex in real life. Sure I'd seen it in porn films, but they were nothing at all like hearing and seeing Paul and Cassy getting it on so quickly and enthusiastically. It was wonderful. Steve was moving nicely in and out of me as at the same time he squeezed my boobs and the cheeks of my bum while I felt his cheeks and his balls between his legs from behind. It was this fantastic cocktail of being fucked, fondling my current lover and watching my real lover and Chrissy shagging that so excited me and made me cum twice in quick succession. To be continued, very shortly Fucking with Strangers Ch. 02 It was just as Paul had explained. I went along to a meeting that was held each three months or so, met the committee and fortunately was not black-balled. I paid my thousand pounds joining fee and my thousand first year subs. The money was used for hiring premises for such meetings as this and for the occasional party or orgy as Paul explained it. At those, a number of young male and female models who the members could have sex with were brought in and paid for from the fees. The main function of the circle was as a sort of dating agency where couples could find like-minded couples and then meet to do as they wish, usually at one or the other's home, but sometimes in a hotel. Naturally, when Paul had first introduced the idea I had rejected it, well actually I didn't do that, I just didn't react. Over what must have been a three or four week period each time following sex as I lay in his arms, naked when in bed or with my breasts bare if in his car, he kept returning to the topic and slowly he raised my interest until finally I agreed to attend the meeting. I could hardly believe that in such a short period, probably three months, I had gone from being celibate to becoming a potential swinger. I guess there must have been a number of reasons, but the main one really was as Paul put it "Why not?" We talked it through and I couldn't argue with his logic. I wanted and needed sex, I didn't want involvement, I didn't fancy one night stands with strangers and I enjoyed meeting new people. "As you know everyone is carefully vetted and, just like a golf club, for better or worse Amanda, they are all people like us." Our first 'date' was with a couple in their early fifties Steve and Cassy. They lived in Bexleyheath just outside London to the south east and were happy for us to visit them. "Let's have dinner, see what happens and if you wish stay the night," Paul said that Steve had told him. "There's never any pressure, particularly on newcomers" he'd explained. "If we get there and any one of us changes their mind, that's fine, there'll be no hassle." He went on to explain that Steve and Cassy had been members for years and had been one of the founding couples. They do a lot to make the circle successful and most new couples or individuals, like you my dear, date them first. I was hellishly nervous as Paul drove his new Jag through Blackwall Tunnel and along the busy A2 the next Friday evening. I had felt awful as I packed Sara off to her father's telling her that I was visiting a girl friend to play golf, she still didn't know about Paul. We pulled into the in and out driveway of the double fronted, detached Victorian house just off the centre of Bexleyheath at eight in the evening. Both of them opened the house door before we were out of the car and they greeted us like old friends. Cassy pecked both of us on the cheek, Steve did the same to me and he and Paul shook hands. They ushered us in to their nicely appointed house that was very Victorian inside in both decor and furniture, it was lovely. Steve was quite tall, over six feet and was nicely slim with a full head of dark hair flecked strongly at the side with grey. He wore glasses, but had blue eyes and a nice square jaw. His teeth had probably been whitened and he had a lovely, Hollywood like, smile. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with a button down collar that had the top and two other buttons undone at the front showing a fair chest covering of hair. He was wearing tan chinos and loafers with no shoes. Overall I was impressed. Cassy was the sort of woman who is described as a willowy blonde. She was wearing a long sleeved, white, silky top that buttoned up the back. It was high at the neck and she wore it outside the blue denim mini skirt that ended half way down her long, slender, tanned legs. She was wearing mid height heeled sandals and she looked fabulous. Her almost straight silver blonde hair fell onto her shoulders and as she moved it became clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Paul was also wearing chinos, blue ones with a white Ralph shirt and a thin, beige linen jacket. Since we'd been together he had let his brown hair grow longer, just beneath his collar, he looked good. I was wearing a white, crisp cotton blouse that buttoned all the way up the front and black leather trousers, with self support stockings and high heels. As usual I was wearing my chestnut coloured hair down in its unkempt, just pulled through a hedge backwards look. "As it's still warm let's have a drink on the terrace" Cassy said as Steve uncorked a bottle of champagne. Considering that we were strangers who were probably about to have sex the atmosphere was surprisingly light. We chatted easily about lots of things varying from the X Factor and I'm a Celebrity get me out of Here to the war In Afghanistan and to the World Cup In South Africa. We got on really well and by the time we'd finished the bottle and were sitting down to dinner with Steve and me opposite each other with Cassy to my right and Paul my left, it was almost as if we were old friends. We had a delicious roquet salad with parmesan bacon and mushrooms to start followed by baby lamb chops and minted potatoes with strawberries for desert, simple but lovely. The Sauvignon Blanc flowed well with all of us favouring that to the Merlot. By the time dinner was finished and we moved to a sitting room I was feeling quite mellow, actually slightly tipsy, which I guess was the plan to loosen all of our inhibitions. I was not so tipsy, though, to accept a digestif and stayed on wine rather than the Cognac that the men chose. I had wondered since this had been set up just how the sex would be introduced and had assumed that there would be a clear change from strangers to lovers, a definite break point where somebody would sort of say 'Ok now for the second part of the evening, sex.' Of course it wasn't like that. As we left the table, Steve walked beside me and slid his arm round my waist. When we got to the dimly lit sitting room with low music playing, he pulled me into his arms and we danced. The transition was as simple and straightforward as that. Cassy and Paul did the same. It took little time for Steve's hands to be running up and down my back and onto my bum or for my fingers to run through his hair. But soon we were both caressing each other as we swayed on the spot dancing. I really couldn't believe how the sheer mood and atmosphere of the situation simply took me over. It seemed so perfectly natural to be in Steve's arms, pulled close to him his obvious erection growing against my stomach. It felt common place to have this virtual stranger's hands squeezing my bum and running up and down the backs and side of legs. It felt perfectly ok for me to hold and stroke him, to run my fingers through his hair, to press my breasts against his chest and to not move my stomach away from the long, hard object pressing against me. It also felt perfectly proper for the man I had arrived with, my current partner and lover to be experiencing a similar situation with Cassy. I didn't concern myself too much with trying to think through the situation, but I did find it all pretty amazing. It was such a dichotomy. I'd given up dating because I didn't like one night stands, yet here I was about to make love to a virtual stranger. I generally disagreed with promiscuity feeling that there should be something almost 'sacred' about sex, but how more recreational could it be treated than I was treating it now. Ah the wearisome ways of sexual matters. I pushed all of those thoughts out of my mind I looked over Steve's shoulder and saw that the others were a little ahead of us for the man who had brought me here had pulled the hem at the back of Cassy's mini skirt up so that his hands were squeezing the bare, perfectly formed orbs of her bum. I found that to be a hugely erotic sight. Steve's lips brushed across my cheek and rested on mine. He kissed me softly, his lips felt nice. "Is this ok Amanda?" "Yes" I murmured parting my lips as his met mine and he kissed me. He kissed well and soon I was forgetting that he was a stranger. It certainly didn't seem like it and it certainly didn't seem to matter. It was just as though I was kissing someone I knew, Paul for instance. I was relaxing and I kissed him back, just as his hand found my breast. That made me jump, but not with anything other than pleasure. I saw over his shoulder that Paul and Cassy were laid out on the settee. Her skirt was well up her legs and I could see in the dim light that Paul had pushed her top up and was kissing her bare, small breasts. Paul's white shirt was open and pulled out from his trousers. The sight of them as Steve squeezed my breasts and pressed his lovely erection against me even harder really got me going. I had had sex with others in the room a couple of times before, but they were years ago when we were kids on holiday in Ibiza. This was different. I think it was the fact that the four of us were all in this together that made it not only so exciting, but also so acceptable as well. It could well also have been the unique way that we could all indulge both our voyeur and exhibitionist tendencies at the same time. That was something that had never occurred to until I had seen my lover sucking Cassy's nipples and I had seen her eyes watching her husband's hands on my breasts and bum. We smiled at each other as our eyes met. I willingly let Steve pull me down onto the other large sofa and just as willingly welcomed his hand inside my blouse. "You comfortable with this?" He asked. "Yes Paul, its fine" I answered honestly. "And you ok to go further?" He whispered as his fingers slid into my bra in a similar way to which Paul had been in there many times. I realised he was really asking about us having sex. 'Shit' I thought. 'He's asking if he can fuck me.' That seemed strange. Someone I had known for all of two hours asking that. But it didn't seem wrong. In a way joining this circle had been the catalyst in changing my views on sex. In the past the idea of having sex with a stranger would have been abhorrent and I would have rejected it out of hand and told myself not to be so ridiculous. Now, I asked myself 'Why not?" "You ok in here with them or would you prefer privacy?" I hadn't thought that we would do it in the same room as them, but the idea exited me. "What do you want to do?" I asked as he undid the buttons on my blouse. "I'll go wherever you wish Amanda, but I would adore making love to you as they watch us and we watch them" he diplomatically replied as, quite expertly he undid the clasp of my bra. I sat up straight as he slipped my bra off. I guessed something similar had taken place on the other settee, for Cassy was down to her panties and Paul was removing his trousers. I undid the button at the top of the zip on my trousers and then pushed that down. "Stand up Amanda" he whispered undoing his own zip and pushing his trousers off; I was surprised and I have to say excited to see that he was naked under them. Naked and beautifully hard. I stood close to him and felt a marvellous buzz as he pulled my leather trousers down. I stepped out of them and momentarily had an enormous buzz as I saw that both Paul and Cassy were looking at me standing just a few feet from them in just my black, silk thong. I smiled at them seeing that they were both naked. It really was one of the most erotic times of my life. To be fucked by a stranger as the sounds of his wife being fucked by my partner was an awesome turn on and to be absolutely truthful I loved every moment of it. As Steve wiggled me back onto the sofa clad in just the thong I could see my lover and Steve's wife standing naked kissing deeply. Seeing her hand wrapped round Paul's cock as mine had been so many times was so stirring to me that without thinking I grabbed Steve's. Feeling rather bad about it I did think that his was thicker and slightly longer than Paul's. He was now on top of me, but my attention was, amazingly, more drawn towards the other two than to what we were doing. I stared over Steve's shoulder as I heard Cassy grunt. "Oh yes." Paul was lying between her long, slender legs. She had raised them and wrapped them round his waist and the grunt had clearly resulted from Paul entering her just as her husband had me. Steve was fully up me, but incredibly I had hardly felt him slide into me so absorbed was I by watching the other two now very evidently fucking. I had never seen a couple have full sex in real life. Sure I'd seen it in porn films, but they were nothing at all like hearing and seeing Paul and Cassy getting it on so quickly and enthusiastically. It was wonderful. Steve was moving nicely in and out of me as at the same time he squeezed my boobs and the cheeks of my bum while I felt his cheeks and his balls between his legs from behind. It was this fantastic cocktail of being fucked, fondling my current lover and watching my real lover and Chrissy shagging that so excited me and made me cum twice in quick succession. * Strangely, my relationship with Paul seemed to get even stronger in the month or so after that session. I even told my daughter I was seeing a man and introduced them to each other. "So Cat, have you?" He asked me after we'd had sex and were talking about arranging another 'date.' On the profile I had to complete for the circle I had ticked 'curious and interested' to the question concerning bi involvement. Any couples with who we made a date would see the profile as we would theirs. Paul and I were in bed with his laptop going through prospective partners. The couple that we were both favouring, Danielle and Ken, were again in the mid forties. She was slim with shoulder-length, black hair and a slim figure. He was chunky and of average height with a well-tuned, muscular body. Danielle had answered 'Completely bi, but understand if others aren't interested' to the question of her sexuality. Intriguingly and I found quite exciting, Ken had given the same answer. Paul had asked me several times whether I had been with women, but I had skirted round the question; there are some areas I didn't want to go with him, well not just yet. It hadn't occurred to me before then to wonder what he had answered to the question. "Have you?" I retorted. "Well you know I have been with women, but I assume the question refers to have I been with a man?" "Yes, yes it does." He kissed me and stroked my naked breast before replying. "Yes Cat I have." "May I ask what you have done?" I asked feeling a surge of sensations roaring from my clit to my nipples that hardened immediately. I had always had a 'thing' about watching two guys together, although I had never experienced that. "Most things" he replied just as the phone rang. "With many men?" "Several. Actually it was that which really fucked up my marriage." "Why did she catch you?" "No I told her." "What that you had been with men?" "No that I would like to try it" he said as his mobile rang. "Fuck, Andy will be here soon with his girlfriend, he's just down the road" he advised me about his elder son. "Shit" I said getting out of bed. "Does he know about me?" "Yes he knows I am seeing someone, but doesn't know much." I scrambled quickly into my jeans and top, brushed my hair and reapplied my make up, just in time to get downstairs before they arrived. It's always a horrendously difficult time meeting a lover's child and it's made even more difficult when you have only moments before meeting them been in bed naked with the father. They were both very nice and we chatted for a while before they left to go shopping. Whilst I was embarrassed meeting them I was pleased that they had acted as a diversion for it meant I didn't have to answer Paul's question about whether I had been with other women. As I got ready for our next date with Danielle and Ken, which was going to be at their London flat that was fairly near me in Docklands, I pondered on Paul's remark about telling his wife that he wanted to go with a man. I hadn't seen him since that morning when his son arrived so I hadn't been able to follow up what I found to be a quite exciting topic, particularly as he had told me 'he'd done most things.' I was illogically and oddly maybe, dying to know if he had fucked or been fucked or whether he'd done both! At Danielle and Ken's flat, they also had a large house in Devon, which was their main residence, events went in a similar way to our date with Steve and Cassy. We had drinks, this time on a balcony looking out over the Thames and the Millennium Dome, followed by a light dinner with wine. Again we moved from the table into a lounge and once more the transition from being four respectable adults and strangers to starting to become swinging lovers went smoothly. Music, dancing and low lights on the top of sufficient wine are such wonderful aphrodisiacs. The difference this time was that after Ken and I had been kissing and petting for some time and he had unbuttoned my dress at the front, he had whispered. "Let me take you to bed Amanda. Ok?" "Yes" I replied as he took my hand and pulled me up from where we had been lying on a sofa. Holding my dress in place so I was somewhat ridiculously hiding my boobs I quite unnecessarily slipped my high heels back on and let him lead me across the flat and into a nicely appointed bedroom. Wordlessly we undressed ourselves. Although scrambling each other out of their clothes has its time and place, I do quite like undressing myself and seeing my lover undress themselves. "Mmmmm Amanda that looks fantastic" he said as I got down to my black bra, thong and lacy topped hold up stockings. He was removing his boxers as I slid my thong off and I was surprised to see the girth of his cock. It was thicker than any I had ever been with and momentarily I wondered whether I would be able to take it. He smiled as he saw where I was looking. "Don't worry I'll take it easy. He was a considerate and adept lover. After we lay on the bed, he took me in his arms and squashed my breasts against his muscular, tight and hairy chest. That felt good as did the outline of his erection that seemed to be making an indentation into most of my stomach. He fondled my breasts and took my hand and pressed it on his cock. That made my heart pump a little faster for it really did feel great. He kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples as I stroked his back, his balls and his cock. He found my clot and expertly stimulated that and then slid his finger in me to give me my first orgasm. "Good?" "Oh yes" I grunted as those waves of lovely feelings washed over me. He held me for some time, gently stroking my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples as I came down. He was spot on with his timing as when to start again and equally spot on with when to enter me. "Maybe best to open your legs a little wider" he muttered as he pressed the awesome sized end of his cock against my lips. Fortunately, but naturally I was very wet and I guess this helped the relative monster slide pretty effortlessly in me. Once right up me he held his cock still presumably letting me get used to it. I did very quickly and it felt fucking marvellous. I felt so filled, almost to overflowing. Every part of me down there was being stimulated at the same time as he started to move slowly up and down me. "Now close your legs as far as is comfortable" he whispered as he again held himself still. I was able to pretty much close my legs and just how that happened with his big cock fully embedded in me I have no idea; I guess the plumbing in that region gets complicate at times! I had never been fucked quite like this before, but then I had also never been fucked by such a thick cock before. Fucking with Strangers Ch. 02 He started moving again, but very slowly and not very far. Not once during the entire fuck did he shove very hard, slam himself in and out of me, thrust hard or fast or pump himself quickly up and down me. Everything was slow and at a very measured pace. Lots of the time as he kissed me, bent his body and sucked my nipples or squeezed the cheeks of my bum he simply held himself rigid inside me. He did, though, move me around. Starting on my back he turned us onto our sides, then me on top, onto our other sides and back to me on my back. And slowly, very slowly like that he built up my orgasm. It was beautiful. He seemed to have a sixth sense for he knew exactly when I was coming to the boil and with three or four slightly longer, but still slow moves he started to cum too so that we climaxed together. "Amanda that was lovely" he said as he held me until my shaking finished. "Was it ok for you?" "It was Ken yes" I replied kissing him. "It really was lovely." As I lay there for a few moments regaining my equilibrium I thought to myself that it had been one of the best shags of my life. Ken cuddled me up to him and comforted me as I came down from my orgasm. It was just as if we were longer-time lovers than virtual strangers I thought. That made me once more think about sex and social conditioning. I wondered just how man, in its widest sense, would be sexually if society and particularly religion didn't impose their conditioning upon an act that can give so much physical pleasure. I wondered whether the emotional confusion that many, particularly women, experience with 'recreational' sex would be different without that interference. I turned as I heard a tap on the door. Danielle poked her head round it. "Are you both decent?" She said. "Yes dear, unfortunately we are" Ken replied laughing as his wife walked in. She was wrapped in a large, white towel that covered her boobs and ended mid thigh. The combination of her pale, smooth skin, very black hair and the white of the towel was stunning. Paul followed her also wrapped in a towel, a blue one that was wrapped round his waist. They both sat on the bed. "Have a good time?" Danielle asked." "Yes very didn't we Amanda" Ken said squeezing my shoulder. "Yes Ken" I replied looking at Paul who smiled. "Did you two?" Ken asked. They also looked at each other and smiled as Danielle rested her hand on Paul's thigh. "Oh I think we did don't you Paul?" "Yes Dani we did" he replied holding her hand. "How about a drink?" Paul asked. "That would be lovely" Paul replied. "Wine or something stronger or tea or what?" Dani asked. "Well we don't have to drive so I would go for wine, ok with you Mands?" Paul suggested. "Fine by me" I said noticing that Dani had sat close to me and that her buttocks were pressing against my leg. "Come on Paul give me a hand" Ken said getting out of bed and walking across the room totally naked and seeming to be not the slightest bit embarrassed or concerned. "You might also like a shower or a wash" I heard him saying as the two men left the room. "So" Dani said resting her fingertips on the back of my hand that was outside the sheet under which I was lying naked. "Was my old man ok for you?" I smiled recalling the way he had shagged me. "Yes Dani, he was rather good, I enjoyed it." She also smiled and grabbed the towel as it started slipping down her breasts. "Did he do one of his slow jobs?" She asked tucking the end of the towel I again. "Yes he did." "It's good isn't it, it's like his party piece and he usually uses it on new partners in the circle. And Paul was good too, lucky girls aren't we?" "I guess we are yes." "You're pretty new to this sort of dating aren't you?" She asked as I realised she hadn't moved her fingertips from the back of my hand. "Yes this is only our second date." "Enjoying it so far" Dani asked as her fingers started to move in little circles on the back of my hand. "Is it different to what you expected?" "Well yes and yes" I replied enjoying the sensations she was creating on my hand. She turned it over and started doing the same on the palm, just as the guys returned. Paul was still wrapped in the towel, Ken was naked. Dani moved her hand away to pick up a glass of wine that she handed to me as I grabbed the towel to stop it sliding down. Daft really for we had both just been naked and shagged by the others partner, yet we stopped showing ourselves to each other. We sipped our wine until suddenly Dani said. "I'm getting a little chilly here, ok if I get in Amanda." I didn't mind at all and assumed she would slip under the sheet wrapped in the towel. I was a little surprised, therefore, when she stood up, let the towel drop so we all saw her body and then lifted the sheet and slid in beside me, her foot running right down the outside of my leg and resting on my foot. I saw that she had small boobs capped by dark pink areola and stunningly big nipples. They were either hard from excitement, maybe cold, or they were just big in their own right. The men sat on the edge of the bed, Ken my side, naked, Paul Dani's side still with the towel round him. I could see that Ken was flaccid and assumed Paul was too. In this rather incongruous setting we chatted away quite easily for some time and until we had finished the bottle of wine. Ken and Dani told us that they had been in the circle for several years and that they had 'dates' every other month or so. "The odd thing Mandy" Dani said sitting upright so the sheet fell away from her boobs as she put her hand on my wrist. "Is that we have made some good friends from these dates and when they have become friends the sex stops. Weird eh?" Paul and I agreed. I noted that Dani did nothing about covering her breasts or about moving her hand from mine. But then I didn't either so they stayed like that for a while. My left arm was outside the sheet the top of which was pulled up over my boobs and down around Dani's waist. Her right hand had been resting on my left wrist, but was now, I suddenly realised holding my hand. She gripped it and I pressed back. It felt nice. I looked at Ken who smiled and nodded at our hands then at Paul who did nothing but did look very interested, aroused maybe. "I'd better get another bottle" Ken said. "Like something a little more interesting Paul?" "How do you mean?" "Well I have a small collection of Burgundies and Clarets. Perhaps you would like to try one?" "That would lovely thanks." "Well come with me to my, what serves as my cellar, and we'll choose something special." As the guys walked out, Ken still naked, Paul wrapped in his towel, Dani squeezed my hand and pressed her finger against the palm. She turned a little so she was almost on her side, I was still on my back. "I seem to remember Amanda that in your circle profile you said you were curious and interested." I knew immediately that she was of course referring to the box I had ticked with regard to being bi. "Yes" I said quietly, suddenly now feeling nervous. "So" Dani said moving a little closer, supporting her head with her hand and resting her elbow on the bed, her forearm touching mine, her right boob almost doing so as well. "How curious and how interested are you Amanda?" Smiling, yet full of nerves I turned to face her. "Pretty much to both I guess." "This much?" She asked taking hold of the sheet. "What?" "Are you this curious and interested?" She asked pulling the sheet so it slid off my full breasts leaving them bare. "Yes Dani" I croaked. "And this much?" She asked running the back of her fingernails across my nipples, which were already clearly erect. It felt lovely. "Yes." "Mmmmm lovely" she muttered as she cupped my left boob. She stroked and squeezed it as we just lay there for a few moments. "You sure about this?" She asked. "Yes Dani I am." "Have you done it before?" "Yes I have, but not much and not for some time" I replied looking at her, our faces not far apart. She moved even closer and smiling whispered. "Don't worry it's just like riding a bike, you never forget." As I smiled, her lips brushed mine and her hand pressed my boob quite firmly. "Ok?" "Yes" I replied turning my face to hers, closing my eyes and slightly opening my lips just as hers closed over them. She was a lovely kisser and I let myself go with the wonderful flow of her lips and tongue making beautiful love to my mouth. It had been some time since I had kissed another woman and the softness and smoothness, the gentleness and the lovely smell of her hair and perfume all came back to me. I was very much the follower at this stage revelling in her tongue licking my lips, her teeth on the tip of my tongue and her sucking my lips one by one. As she led me on this gorgeous procession of some of the most erotic kissing I had ever experienced so her hands were on my breasts, up and down my back and onto the cheeks of my bum. Slowly and gradually I joined in. I kissed her back, quite strongly also sucking her lips, nibbling the tip of her tongue and probing mine deep into her mouth. I found her small boobs, her very prominent and stunningly hard nipples. I squeezed her breasts and pinched and pulled her nipples. "Harder" she grunted. "Harder on my nipples, pinch them harder." I was happy to oblige and I pulled them hard. It was almost as if they were elastic, they stretched so much. She grunted her approval as we continued kissing. As if from afar I heard. "Yes it's a great vintage." I quickly realised that the guys must have returned. I went to pull away, but Dani held onto me and said, probably loudly enough for Ken and Paul to hear. "I think they may like to watch Mandy, in fact at their ages I think they might have to." "Now, now" Ken said standing beside the bed a bottle and two glasses in one hand and a half full glass of red wine in the other. We all looked at each other not saying anything for what seemed and age. Then surprisingly Paul said. "You both look wonderful, please carry on." As he said that, Ken took hold of the sheet that was across our waists and slowly pulled it down so that we both lay there in each other's arms completely naked and completely bare. "Well Mandy we can see what they want can't we?" She said taking me right into her arms, squashing her small pert tits against my larger, softer tits and kissing me. I felt strange at first making love to a woman with her husband and my lover as onlookers. But as we kissed, as she squirmed her body against mine and as her hands caressed and fondled me so I forgot the audience. Well to some extent that was for I was beginning to enjoy 'performing' with another woman in front of an audience. Whether it was because I felt so close to all three of them, although I had only met two of them a couple of hours ago, or because I felt sexually comfortable in their presence I don't know. But I suddenly felt assured, desired and so wanted. Maybe it was due to me being so highly aroused or possibly it was simply down to lust. It could, it struck me, have been have caused by them looking on. Of having an audience of me being the centre of attraction. I'd never thought of myself as being a sexual exhibitionist but suddenly it hit me that maybe I was for I was so enjoying flaunting my nakedness at them as I squirmed in Dani's arms. We kissed. Deep, lip grinding tongue delving kisses as we both became more and more aroused. The men gasped and sighed as our hands slid up down the others' body. Stroking backs, squeezing buttocks and caressing the sides of boobs we slowly squashed our bodies more firmly together on the bed. We lay side by side kissing and stroking the others breasts. Cupping them and squeezing the soft pliant flesh. We used our mouths and tongues. Gently biting and licking nipples into even fuller eruptions. Occasionally slurping as our mouths sucked at the flesh of the others breasts and at the rubbery hardened nipples, we let our hands wander across the delights of the others body. Across tummies and chests, over soft, rounded thighs and backs and around waists and hips that have that wonderful roundness and beautiful softness that can only be found on another woman. Lying there naked, the pair of us rolling around on the bed just a few feet from where our men were looking down on us, it seemed in some ways as if they didn't exist, but in other ways they seemed to be the focal point of what we were doing. Well not the focal point, for that was each other, more the reason, the catalyst and the object at which we were flaunting ourselves. Now and then one or the other said something indicating how exciting they were finding us and quite often they sighed or made little moaning noises as they watched one or the other of us suck on a nipple or slide a hand between thighs that opened so willingly and welcomingly. We'd now and then both glance up at them almost as if seeking their approval. I could see that Paul was hard again for the bulge was very visible under the towel and I wondered, as I sucked on Dani's breast looking over her shoulder, whether Ken had recovered yet. I also wondered whether they would join in with us or if their intention was merely to watch. I didn't mind either way for I was now so aroused and felt so uninhibited surrounded by their closeness that, at that moment, it was as if the four of us had found a perfect erotic love. I felt so tender towards each of them and could almost feel their desire and love reaching out to me. Dani and I were lying on our sides our mouths clamped together our bodies grinding together. Our breasts were squashed and our hands had slipped between our bodies searching and slithering downwards. Mine were on her wetness and hers were sliding back and forth along my soaked lips. We were near to bringing each other off. The panting and moans and the tightening of the others body indicated that we were both very near to climaxing. I wanted to cum. I badly wanted that but more so I wanted to make her cum. Make Dani cum for her pleasure, for my excitement and for the thrills and pleasure it would give to the two men. And with three fingers rigid and straightened I pushed them into her and at the same time pressed my thumb on her clit. That made her cum. It made her cum strongly and wonderfully just at the same time as her rotating fingertip on my clit made me climax. "Oh yes, yes, yes," I moaned as the wonderful feelings flooded through me. "Amanda yes, oh Mandy yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," my new best friend moaned back. "Oh shit this is fucking amazing," I heard Paul say as we both convulsed with the sensations roaring through us. As we both came down from the enormous highs of our mutual orgasms and moved into that mellow, tender emotional post climatic state so the men joined us on the bed. Paul cuddled me to him as Ken took his wife into his arms. "Oh Mandy, Mandy" Paul whispered holding me tight and so comfortingly. "That was incredible, amazing thanks, thanks so much." I couldn't reply for my emotions were overflowing and tears were running down my face as I sobbed and smiled at the same time. I was still holding Dani's hand as Paul kissed me and as she and Ken embraced and also kissed. I felt so close to all of them and hearing Ken whisper words to Dani and having Paul hold me so tenderly it felt as though the four of us had become closer than I would have thought possible. "Come on you two," Ken said. "I think we'd better get to bed don't you?" "Mmm what a delicious idea," Dani said as she started to get up adding as she knelt, "I assume you mean all four of us darling?" "Of course," Paul grunted as Dani ran her hand down his stomach seeking his erection. "And I can see you're nearly ready for bed darling aren't you?" The deeply intense spell had been broken by this exchange and I felt a little embarrassed as Dani and I stood there naked looking at each other. "Let's get some wine and stuff," Ken suggested, "I think it may be quite a long night." Dani and I cleaned up while the boys got the essential supplies and then we regrouped in the main bedroom. The atmosphere was a little tense for a moment or two as the four of us looked at each other waiting for someone to start something. There's no rules in a foursome are there? There's nothing to go on, no precedents or procedures as to what should happen next. I wondered who I'd next make love to, whose arms I'd be in and whether my next orgasm would be induced by a man or a woman. As usual Dani had the right words at the right moment to break the ice. "It seems to me that some of us are overdressed here and it's not you and I is it Cat?" "Nope so it must be you two," I replied looking from Paul, still wrapped in his towel to Ken who without me seeing had slipped into a dressing gown. They smiled as Dani went on. "I reckon they're a little shy," she said. "Perhaps they need some help?" I offered. "Yes that's it," Dani said smiling at all of us. "They're shy and need some help so we'd better give it to them hadn't we Mandy?" Dani moved over to Paul and, rather dramatically I thought, fell to her knees in front of him as she said. "OK then I'll help Paul and you help my old man" Laughing at the light way she could treat such a serious topic I moved the couple of paces so that I stood right next to Ken. "Oh my God," I heard Dani say as I put my arm round her husband turning when I heard the tone of her voice. She'd pulled the towel away from Paul and was staring at his cock that was massively erect. "Oh Jesus what a sight," she said almost to herself as she took it in her hands. I looked at Ken and said quietly, "I guess I should do the same shouldn't I?" as I ran my fingers down his tummy towards his bulge. "Well luv you won't find the same thing as my wife has you know," he replied surprisingly lightly as my hand found the, at best, half erect penis in his robe. "Never mind just make it more interesting for me to get you ready won't it? Sit on the bed Ken." As I pulled the gown open I could see that Dani was licking and kissing Paul's erection. She had her arms around his hips and was pressing herself against him seemingly revelling in his size and hardness. He had his hands in her golden hair ruffling it and leaning back as he sighed at the feelings her mouth was giving him. I looked at Ken and said. "Maybe that's what you need?" "Mmm I think I probably do." Just as I took his semi hardness in my hand and was bending my face towards it I felt Dani alongside me. "My old man having a bit of trouble is he? I really will have to get a younger model," she said also bending her face towards his penis. We both licked him as Paul came over and standing beside us caressed the pair of us at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling. Dani's body against mine, our faces and lips touching as between us we licked and kissed Ken's, thankfully, growing dick at the same time as which Paul's hands rubbed and fondled both my and Dani's breasts and shoulders. Then Dani surprised us, well Paul and me at least. It may not have been such a surprise to Ken when she took Paul's hand and placed it right on her husband's cock. Paul did nothing to object and Ken didn't flinch or pull away. He did, though, harden fully. At last we were all ready. But ready for what I wondered licking Ken's cock as Dani kissed it and Paul held it? Fucking with Strangers Ch. 03 Chapter 3 All four together including the guys! Prologue. I was with Paul, my current lover. He is fifty two and a widower, I am forty six and a divorcee. We have been seeing each other for a few months and we recently joined a swinging circle. We are on our second 'date.' Paul and Dani, the hostess, had fucked in the lounge as Ken, the host, fucked me in a spare bedroom. Afterwards, they had joined us in that bedroom and Dani had joined me in bed. We made each other cum with our fingers as the guys looked on. We all then moved to the main bedroom. Paul was fully erect for Dani had sucked his cock for a few moments. Ken, who has a wonderfully thick cock, was struggling with an erection as men in their mid-fifties sometimes do. Dani, his slim, dark haired wife and I had worked together on his cock until that was half- erect. We were all naked and it felt wonderful. Real Time. The main bedroom was dominated by a huge king sized bed that Dani told us had been bought specifically for swinging. Dani's arm was round my shoulders, mine was around her waist. We had followed the two men into the bedroom. "Well that was some show ladies, thank you" Ken was saying. "Glad you enjoyed it lover" his wife replied squeezing my shoulders. "And you Paul?" Ken asked. "Fantastic, I didn't know." "Know what?" Dani asked. "That Mandy er, um." "Went both ways" I suggested letting my hand glide across Dani's angular hip. "Yes" he replied. "You'll see mate that dates like this bring out hidden stuff in many people" Ken said looking straight at Paul. I noticed they held each other's gaze as if sending hidden signals. Paul had told me in one of those highly intimate moments after sex that he and his, now dead, wife had parted once because he'd 'swung' a few times with other guys. When he told me that I felt aroused. I had never seen men together other than in a couple of porn films I had watched with a previous lover, but for some reason the whole idea of men having sex gave me a big buzz. "How about we give each other a massage to loosen us up?" Dani suggested. "Sounds good to me, what about you two?" Ken asked. "Sure" Paul immediately replied looking at me. I nodded. "Turn over then mate" Ken said softly. "How about I start with Paul?" Ken asked turning and looking at me. I saw that his wonderfully thick cock was now totally hard. I gulped and heard Dani say. "What a god idea, I'm sure Mandy and I can entertain ourselves" she said cupping one of my full generous D cup boobs and kissing it as she muttered. "Especially with these to play with." I kissed her on the lips. I now felt completely relaxed with both the others and with sharing sex with the three of them. More and more it didn't feel extreme, but simply natural. Paul was on his front his arms beside him, his face buried in the bedclothes. He has a great bum, which was the focal point of the view that the three of us had of him. His legs were only slightly parted. Ken knelt on the bed alongside him. Dani and I sprawled ourselves on the other side of him on the bed, our arms round each other. We occasionally kissed and stroked each other as Ken started to massage Paul's back. "Ok Paul?" Ken asked as I watched him run his fingers over Paul's bum. "Mmmmm, yes, it's good" my lover sighed. Ken worked on Paul's back for some time as Dani and I made gentle love. I hadn't sucked a woman's tits for such a long time so when I nibbled Dani's unusually erect and long nipples all the memories came back to me. "Oh yes" Dani whispered her hands in my long, chestnut-coloured hair pulling my face more firmly against her. She tasted good and the rubbery texture of her nipples on my lips and tongue as I sucked and chewed them felt amazing. "Let's just get a little more comfortable" I heard Ken say. That made both of us and look at them. We watched as Ken gripped both of Paul's ankles and slowly pulled his legs wide apart. He knelt between Paul's legs his strong erection rearing up the slight paunch on his stomach. We could see Paul's balls hanging down nestling against the bed and we watched fascinated our arms round each other, our legs intertwined as Ken ran his fingers lightly up and down the inside of Paul's legs. Each time they went near to, but didn't quite touch Paul's balls or bum. It was a heady show. "Come on ladies give me hand" he said looking at both of us and raising his eyebrows when he saw that we were caressing the other's boobs. "Ever had a three-way massage Paul?" "No" Paul grunted back his voice muffled by the bedclothes. "But it sounds great. We wiggled over to Paul and Dani immediately started to massage, well more caress and stroke Paul's back. She half lay and half sat beside his shoulders and rubbed her fingertips over his back. "No Dani come back here with us" Ken said. "Why?" "Because if you are here with us Paul won't know whose hands are doing what and that will make it all the more exciting won't it Paul?" "Jesus Christ" Paul groaned as Dani joined us and sat the other side of her husband to me. We all started to stroke Paul's legs. Three pairs of hands sliding slowly up them going nearer and nearer to his balls on each move. I moved mine and started to softly massage the cheeks of his bum as Ken concentrated on Paul's left leg and Dani on his right. But as I stroked Pauls bum so Dani would reach across and stroke my breast and Ken would use a tree hand to caress his wife. It was pretty exciting stuff for me so I could only imagine what it must have been like for Paul! I was concentrating on Paul's left cheek when Dani's hands joined me in giving him a bum massage. That pushed us closer together and we kissed, deep and long. What a feeling that was, to be caressing my male lover's bum as I kissed my new-found female lover. Dani suddenly pulled me forward so I was leaning over Paul's bum, my tits dangling down towards him. She took hold of my left boob and squeezing it she tightened the flesh round the areola and nipple. She rubbed my nipple on his bum gradually moving that towards the crease between his cheeks. I got the message and started to run my nipple up and down it. In that position I had a good view between Paul's legs and my heart started to pound when I saw Ken run his fingers up Paul's legs, but this time they didn't stop. They kept going and I saw his fingers scratch my guy's balls. Paul grunted and bending one knee he lifted himself up a little. Maybe to relieve the pressure on his erection or maybe to provide easier access to his cock. Dani assumed the latter and slid her hand under him from the side and grabbed his cock, I assume although I couldn't see that. "Oh Jesus, oh fuck this is amazing," Paul was groaning his bum moving around a little as it reacted to the pleasure we were giving him. And amazing it should have been, I was squirming my tit into the crease of his arse and pressing my bullet hard nipple right on his anal hole; Dani was stroking his cock from the side and Ken was cradling his balls. From my close up vantage point, I could see that now he had his other hand under Paul reaching up his stomach presumably also caressing Paul's cock. Paul had now lifted himself further off the bed so that he was almost kneeling. I could see under his body and confirm that both Ken and Dani were stroking his cock and his balls. I could only speculate as to the feelings he was getting from having a man's and a woman's hands on his prick at the same time. "Let me turn over" Paul croaked as he proceeded to do so. "This is so incredible" he groaned looking at his cock and the hands on it and then glancing at me as if seeking my approval. I smiled and nodded. I leaned forward and offered him my breast, just as Dani slid her hand between my legs, her fingers immediately finding my wetness. Paul sucked my nipples for some time, before turning his face to look down at his cock and the male and female hands on it. Ken slithered up the bed so he was half sitting and half lying alongside Paul. Still holding my lover's cock as Dani and I kissed and stroked each other, Ken asked. "Ok Paul?" "Yes" Paul said tightly looking at me as Ken said. "More?" Paul nodded and muttered something as Ken took his hand and placed it right on his thick cock. Paul sighed. "Mmmmm" and rubbed Ken's erection as Dani's fingers slid into me. I was so transfixed by what the guys were doing that I didn't really need the distraction of having another woman's fingers up my cunt, but I didn't stop her and in fact my hand found her incredible nipples and I pulled and pinched them. The men masturbated each other for a while and, unlike Dani and me they didn't kiss, thankfully; I'm not sure that I really wanted to see that. What I did want to see, though, suddenly started to unfold right before my eyes. Ken pushed Paul backwards so he was lying flat on the bed. "Lay beside him Mandy" Ken told me. "On your back" he added. I did as he asked. I turned my head though and Paul and I kissed just as I felt Dani's hands on my knees. She pushed them up and pulled them open at the same time. I glanced down and she was staring right between my legs. At the same time I saw that Ken was holding Paul's prick so that it was almost at ninety degrees to his stomach. His face was moving towards it. I was just thinking 'He's going to suck it' when I heard Dani sigh. "Oh Mandy you have the most beautiful cunt." Nobody had said that to me before. In fact it had never really occurred to me that cunts could be beautiful. I didn't know what to say or do as Paul and Ken joined Dani staring between my legs. Rather inanely I stammered. "Oh do I? Thanks Dani." I saw Paul smiling and heard him mutter. "I don't know about it being beautiful to look at, but I know it's beautiful to fuck." "Absolutely" Ken chimed in. I smiled my gratitude to him as I watched Dani slither between my legs and heard her say as she put one of her hands on each of my thighs. "It is beautiful to look at I know and Paul and Ken say it's beautiful to fuck. I'm now gonna find out whether it's beautiful to suck." I then had the most incredible experience. As Dani's tongue expertly found my clit and pressed on it I watched Ken wrap his lips round my lover's cock and take it deep into my mouth. The combination of a woman making oral, lesbian love to me as I watched my man's cock being licked and sucked by another guy was incredible. Of all the events that had so far happened to me since Paul had introduced me to swinging, this was by some margin the most amazing. Dani was good and quickly aroused me to a near orgasm, but held me there just beneath a full climax. It was fantastic and I was soon writhing and groaning with the sensations she was giving me and the emotional eruptions that were happening from watching the two guys. Paul leaned across and kissed me, his hand finding my tits that seemed so full and warm. I saw that as he did that he also reached down and rubbed Ken's thick cock. The sexual atmosphere was building rapidly. Nothing seemed impossible or wrong. Bi, lesbian, gay, hetero, straight and homosexual ceased to exist. Sexual pleasure was all that existed and was all that mattered. And that could from anywhere; a cock, a cunt, fingers, lips or tongues. And it did come from all of those sources. I felt totally and utterly consumed by sex. It got better or even more complicated dependent on your views. Ken took Paul from his mouth and he lay back offering his sturdy cock to my man. After glancing at me Paul held Ken's cock in his hand, leaned forward, licked the length of the cock and then took it deep into his mouth. "Oh God, Paul" I groaned as Dani continued tongue fucking me. He looked at me concerned, but my smile and possibly my hand squeezing my right breast reassured him that it was ok and he continued bobbing his head up and down, his mouth overflowing with Ken's thick cock. Epilogue Over the next few days Paul was slightly worried about what I would think of him. The good thing about that was that he went out of his way to show me how virile he was and we had some fantastic sex. I guess I was also a little concerned as to what he would think of me for Dani and I had been very overt with our sex and we had started off the 'other' way of partner sharing. "So would you like to fuck a man?" I asked him as I was snuggled up against him a few afternoons later. "I'm not sure." "Or be fucked?" "I think if I had to do either I'd prefer that." "Have you yet?" I asked even though he was implying he hadn't. "Nearly but not quite" was his answer. He and Ken hadn't gone anywhere near that as Dani and I had kissed, cuddled and stroked each other looking on as they alternated with sucking each other's cocks. We had all cum together. Ken and Paul by masturbating each other and Dani and me by licking the others pussy. That ended the sex with Dani and Len and we didn't stay the night, but got a cab home around three; I think Paul and I wanted to be alone. We are currently arranging our next date with 'the circle.' The couple's entry on the circle's website that attracted us and with whom we will be meeting this coming Friday read: Completely bi-sexual couple seek similar or those wishing to experiment. Fucking with Strangers Ch. 04 Prologue. I was with Paul, my current lover. He is fifty two and a widower, I am forty six and a divorcee. We have been seeing each other for a few months and we recently joined a swinging circle. We are on our second 'date.' Paul and Dani, the hostess, had fucked in the lounge as Ken, the host, fucked me in a spare bedroom. Afterwards, they had joined us in that bedroom and Dani had joined me in bed. We made each other cum with our fingers as the guys looked on. We all then moved to the main bedroom. Paul was fully erect for Dani had sucked his cock for a few moments. Ken, who has a wonderfully thick cock, was struggling with an erection as men in their mid-fifties sometimes do. Dani, his slim, dark haired wife and I had worked together on his cock until that was half- erect. We were all naked and it felt wonderful. Real Time. The main bedroom was dominated by a huge king sized bed that Dani told us had been bought specifically for swinging. Dani's arm was round my shoulders, mine was around her waist. We had followed the two men into the bedroom. "Well that was some show ladies, thank you" Ken was saying. "Glad you enjoyed it lover" his wife replied squeezing my shoulders. "And you Paul?" Ken asked. "Fantastic, I didn't know." "Know what?" Dani asked. "That Mandy er, um." "Went both ways" I suggested letting my hand glide across Dani's angular hip. "Yes" he replied. "You'll see mate that dates like this bring out hidden stuff in many people" Ken said looking straight at Paul. I noticed they held each other's gaze as if sending hidden signals. Paul had told me in one of those highly intimate moments after sex that he and his, now dead, wife had parted once because he'd 'swung' a few times with other guys. When he told me that I felt aroused. I had never seen men together other than in a couple of porn films I had watched with a previous lover, but for some reason the whole idea of men having sex gave me a big buzz. "How about we give each other a massage to loosen us up?" Dani suggested. "Sounds good to me, what about you two?" Ken asked. "Sure" Paul immediately replied looking at me. I nodded. "Turn over then mate" Ken said softly. "How about I start with Paul?" Ken asked turning and looking at me. I saw that his wonderfully thick cock was now totally hard. I gulped and heard Dani say. "What a god idea, I'm sure Mandy and I can entertain ourselves" she said cupping one of my full generous D cup boobs and kissing it as she muttered. "Especially with these to play with." I kissed her on the lips. I now felt completely relaxed with both the others and with sharing sex with the three of them. More and more it didn't feel extreme, but simply natural. Paul was on his front his arms beside him, his face buried in the bedclothes. He has a great bum, which was the focal point of the view that the three of us had of him. His legs were only slightly parted. Ken knelt on the bed alongside him. Dani and I sprawled ourselves on the other side of him on the bed, our arms round each other. We occasionally kissed and stroked each other as Ken started to massage Paul's back. "Ok Paul?" Ken asked as I watched him run his fingers over Paul's bum. "Mmmmm, yes, it's good" my lover sighed. Ken worked on Paul's back for some time as Dani and I made gentle love. I hadn't sucked a woman's tits for such a long time so when I nibbled Dani's unusually erect and long nipples all the memories came back to me. "Oh yes" Dani whispered her hands in my long, chestnut-coloured hair pulling my face more firmly against her. She tasted good and the rubbery texture of her nipples on my lips and tongue as I sucked and chewed them felt amazing. "Let's just get a little more comfortable" I heard Ken say. That made both of us and look at them. We watched as Ken gripped both of Paul's ankles and slowly pulled his legs wide apart. He knelt between Paul's legs his strong erection rearing up the slight paunch on his stomach. We could see Paul's balls hanging down nestling against the bed and we watched fascinated our arms round each other, our legs intertwined as Ken ran his fingers lightly up and down the inside of Paul's legs. Each time they went near to, but didn't quite touch Paul's balls or bum. It was a heady show. "Come on ladies give me hand" he said looking at both of us and raising his eyebrows when he saw that we were caressing the other's boobs. "Ever had a three-way massage Paul?" "No" Paul grunted back his voice muffled by the bedclothes. "But it sounds great. We wiggled over to Paul and Dani immediately started to massage, well more caress and stroke Paul's back. She half lay and half sat beside his shoulders and rubbed her fingertips over his back. "No Dani come back here with us" Ken said. "Why?" "Because if you are here with us Paul won't know whose hands are doing what and that will make it all the more exciting won't it Paul?" "Jesus Christ" Paul groaned as Dani joined us and sat the other side of her husband to me. We all started to stroke Paul's legs. Three pairs of hands sliding slowly up them going nearer and nearer to his balls on each move. I moved mine and started to softly massage the cheeks of his bum as Ken concentrated on Paul's left leg and Dani on his right. But as I stroked Pauls bum so Dani would reach across and stroke my breast and Ken would use a tree hand to caress his wife. It was pretty exciting stuff for me so I could only imagine what it must have been like for Paul! I was concentrating on Paul's left cheek when Dani's hands joined me in giving him a bum massage. That pushed us closer together and we kissed, deep and long. What a feeling that was, to be caressing my male lover's bum as I kissed my new-found female lover. Dani suddenly pulled me forward so I was leaning over Paul's bum, my tits dangling down towards him. She took hold of my left boob and squeezing it she tightened the flesh round the areola and nipple. She rubbed my nipple on his bum gradually moving that towards the crease between his cheeks. I got the message and started to run my nipple up and down it. In that position I had a good view between Paul's legs and my heart started to pound when I saw Ken run his fingers up Paul's legs, but this time they didn't stop. They kept going and I saw his fingers scratch my guy's balls. Paul grunted and bending one knee he lifted himself up a little. Maybe to relieve the pressure on his erection or maybe to provide easier access to his cock. Dani assumed the latter and slid her hand under him from the side and grabbed his cock, I assume although I couldn't see that. "Oh Jesus, oh fuck this is amazing," Paul was groaning his bum moving around a little as it reacted to the pleasure we were giving him. And amazing it should have been, I was squirming my tit into the crease of his arse and pressing my bullet hard nipple right on his anal hole; Dani was stroking his cock from the side and Ken was cradling his balls. From my close up vantage point, I could see that now he had his other hand under Paul reaching up his stomach presumably also caressing Paul's cock. Paul had now lifted himself further off the bed so that he was almost kneeling. I could see under his body and confirm that both Ken and Dani were stroking his cock and his balls. I could only speculate as to the feelings he was getting from having a man's and a woman's hands on his prick at the same time. "Let me turn over" Paul croaked as he proceeded to do so. "This is so incredible" he groaned looking at his cock and the hands on it and then glancing at me as if seeking my approval. I smiled and nodded. I leaned forward and offered him my breast, just as Dani slid her hand between my legs, her fingers immediately finding my wetness. Paul sucked my nipples for some time, before turning his face to look down at his cock and the male and female hands on it. Ken slithered up the bed so he was half sitting and half lying alongside Paul. Still holding my lover's cock as Dani and I kissed and stroked each other, Ken asked. "Ok Paul?" "Yes" Paul said tightly looking at me as Ken said. "More?" Paul nodded and muttered something as Ken took his hand and placed it right on his thick cock. Paul sighed. "Mmmmm" and rubbed Ken's erection as Dani's fingers slid into me. I was so transfixed by what the guys were doing that I didn't really need the distraction of having another woman's fingers up my cunt, but I didn't stop her and in fact my hand found her incredible nipples and I pulled and pinched them. The men masturbated each other for a while and, unlike Dani and me they didn't kiss, thankfully; I'm not sure that I really wanted to see that. What I did want to see, though, suddenly started to unfold right before my eyes. Ken pushed Paul backwards so he was lying flat on the bed. "Lay beside him Mandy" Ken told me. "On your back" he added. I did as he asked. I turned my head though and Paul and I kissed just as I felt Dani's hands on my knees. She pushed them up and pulled them open at the same time. I glanced down and she was staring right between my legs. At the same time I saw that Ken was holding Paul's prick so that it was almost at ninety degrees to his stomach. His face was moving towards it. I was just thinking 'He's going to suck it' when I heard Dani sigh. "Oh Mandy you have the most beautiful cunt." Nobody had said that to me before. In fact it had never really occurred to me that cunts could be beautiful. I didn't know what to say or do as Paul and Ken joined Dani staring between my legs. Rather inanely I stammered. "Oh do I? Thanks Dani." I saw Paul smiling and heard him mutter. "I don't know about it being beautiful to look at, but I know it's beautiful to fuck." "Absolutely" Ken chimed in. I smiled my gratitude to him as I watched Dani slither between my legs and heard her say as she put one of her hands on each of my thighs. "It is beautiful to look at I know and Paul and Ken say it's beautiful to fuck. I'm now gonna find out whether it's beautiful to suck." I then had the most incredible experience. As Dani's tongue expertly found my clit and pressed on it I watched Ken wrap his lips round my lover's cock and take it deep into my mouth. The combination of a woman making oral, lesbian love to me as I watched my man's cock being licked and sucked by another guy was incredible. Of all the events that had so far happened to me since Paul had introduced me to swinging, this was by some margin the most amazing. Dani was good and quickly aroused me to a near orgasm, but held me there just beneath a full climax. It was fantastic and I was soon writhing and groaning with the sensations she was giving me and the emotional eruptions that were happening from watching the two guys. Paul leaned across and kissed me, his hand finding my tits that seemed so full and warm. I saw that as he did that he also reached down and rubbed Ken's thick cock. The sexual atmosphere was building rapidly. Nothing seemed impossible or wrong. Bi, lesbian, gay, hetero, straight and homosexual ceased to exist. Sexual pleasure was all that existed and was all that mattered. And that could from anywhere; a cock, a cunt, fingers, lips or tongues. And it did come from all of those sources. I felt totally and utterly consumed by sex. It got better or even more complicated dependent on your views. Ken took Paul from his mouth and he lay back offering his sturdy cock to my man. After glancing at me Paul held Ken's cock in his hand, leaned forward, licked the length of the cock and then took it deep into his mouth. "Oh God, Paul" I groaned as Dani continued tongue fucking me. He looked at me concerned, but my smile and possibly my hand squeezing my right breast reassured him that it was ok and he continued bobbing his head up and down, his mouth overflowing with Ken's thick cock. Epilogue Over the next few days Paul was slightly worried about what I would think of him. The good thing about that was that he went out of his way to show me how virile he was and we had some fantastic sex. I guess I was also a little concerned as to what he would think of me for Dani and I had been very overt with our sex and we had started off the 'other' way of partner sharing. "So would you like to fuck a man?" I asked him as I was snuggled up against him a few afternoons later. "I'm not sure." "Or be fucked?" "I think if I had to do either I'd prefer that." "Have you yet?" I asked even though he was implying he hadn't. "Nearly but not quite" was his answer. He and Ken hadn't gone anywhere near that as Dani and I had kissed, cuddled and stroked each other looking on as they alternated with sucking each other's cocks. We had all cum together. Ken and Paul by masturbating each other and Dani and me by licking the others pussy. That ended the sex with Dani and Len and we didn't stay the night, but got a cab home around three; I think Paul and I wanted to be alone. We are currently arranging our next date with 'the circle.' The couple's entry on the circle's website that attracted us and with whom we will be meeting this coming Friday read: Completely bi-sexual couple seek similar or those wishing to experiment.