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Tales a Swinger Told Me

By: Shadowlands



This is based on a true story. It was told to me by friends and some time swinging partners. The actual detailed descriptions are figments of my imagination. The plot is entirely true. To those of you who choose to comment disparagingly about husbands who allow their wives to have sex with other men I say this. Eat your heart out ... 

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I have been married to Marion nigh on twenty five years. My name is Andrew. We have a comfortable lifestyle, nothing special but we consider ourselves very fortunate. Marion could not have children, some medical term describes it, but the love I had for her, and still have for her more than two decades later, meant that I considered myself a very lucky fellow indeed when she answered in the affirmative to my proposal of marriage. 

Knowing from the beginning that Marion would never have children meant we never considered it; never discussed it; never regretted the fact. We got on with our lives, our future. Together. Looking back, we can see the positives that once we hadn't considered. For us, there were no birth control issues. We indulged in what is now called unprotected sex from day one. This probably led us into having a rather adventurous sex life. Certainly far more adventurous than many of our friends. We could be spontaneous with our lovemaking. No interrupting our lust with the need for slipping on a condom. No waiting for the kids to go to bed. Nor waking in the middle of the night.

Ours was a life of slow morning lovemaking especially at weekends. Early evenings of cuddling up which turned into unhurried romps. We really enjoyed those moments when sex is all that will satisfy you, and it has to be now. Home from a Saturday night dance, hands all over each other. Many were the times we would hump in the car, or in the hallway of our house, clothes in a tangle. 

Our friends called us sex maniacs. They just didn't have the time free to indulge themselves. One of the features of our early sex life revolved around our joy with car park sex. I have always adored Jaguar cars, and have been fortunate enough to own several saloons through the years. Spacious, comfortable, with wonderful engines, the leather seats alone are worth the extra outlay. 

We had parked in the same car park several times on a Saturday night. This particular night Marion was in a very horny mood. She later admitted that whilst dancing with a man who had come to the dance with friends of ours, he had propositioned her. Over the course of the evening, and several dances, he had been caressing her bottom, and her breasts, and even rubbed his thumb over her prominent nipple. All this attention was turning Marion on. When he pressed his erection against her, the naughty bitch had pressed back. After a brief minute he had then taken her hand and pressed it over his stiff cock. Things didn't go further but to my inexperienced wife this was a major turn on.

Marion was laid back in the reclining seat, her dress rucked up around her waist, the top open to expose her breasts. She was so wet that three of my fingers were deep inside her, thrusting deeply. My mouth was sucking her nipple, making it hard and long. Marion was groaning as she built towards her first orgasm.

'So you liked Dennis pressing his big cock against you? Eh, you dirty bitch.' I murmured, close to her ear. 

We had already had this conversation. I had innocently asked if Marion had enjoyed dancing with Dennis, that he seemed a nice guy. Marion then told me all that he had done. And all that he had said. Dennis was a very naughty boy. He had started by telling Marion that she had such a delectable arse that he would like to bite it, worked through kissing along each thigh, teased her by wanting to see her breasts. Until finally, a couple of dances before closing time, admitting that he would love to watch her face as he fucked her, watched as she came on his cock.

As she was telling me, I had inched her dress up, removed her panties, and found her dripping wet cunt. Marion was well on the way to orgasm when we were both aware of a bump against the car. I looked up at the side window, as did Marion. In the dim shadow we could just see a rather large penis with a hand wrapped around it, pumping madly. We had no time to react as large globules of spunk hit the glass. At that precise moment, Marion orgasmed. I glanced at her to see her eyes wide open, fixed on the side window as she came with huge sobs of breath, and a further drenching of my fingers. Looking back, I was just in time to see the fellows face at the window, big smile, then a thumbs up, and then the window was a pane of darkness with just several dribbles of spunk running down it, the only evidence anyone had been there at all.

Marion closed her legs on my hand and started giggling. In the shock of the moment my erection had subsided. 

'Well, well. I nearly had a bloody heart attack.' I mumbled.

'So did I' replied my lovely wife, 'then I thought how naughty I was, laying here with my legs spread wide, pussy on display, you diddling me, and I just came and came. I had the most wonderful orgasm darling.'

We talked about it as we drove home. We were hardly in the front door when clothes came off, we raced up the stairs and spent several hours rutting as we relived the events of the evening. We both realised that we had discovered something new about ourselves, and about each other. There followed several summer months where we indulged in what we would later discover was called dogging. Marion found that she loved the idea of exposing her body, feeling the power her body gave her over men. I found that I had no problem performing in front of an audience.

Like many people who discover a new interest, we probably took things too fast. Didn't know there were limits, so we didn't set any. We very quickly moved from being inside the car with the interior light on, to being outside the car, to having Marion dress in sexy and revealing clothing. She would then lay herself over the bonnet of the car, uncover herself, then masturbate as a ring of men formed around her. Then I would usually fuck her as they watched. Once we had as many as eight men stood around us, wanking their seed into the ground as they watched.

We took it too far as I said. Marion had stripped down to hold up stockings and knee length boots, had used a rather large, unrealistic looking dildo to stimulate her clit. Two men were watching and wanking as I turned her round to fuck her in the doggy position. I pulled her back onto me by her hips, loving the feeling of her tight wet cunt slowly enveloping my cock. I had a nice rhythm going, well on my way to orgasm, when one of the men moved in front of Marion. I didn't have a clear view, so it was several seconds before I realised he had his cock in my wife's mouth, and was fucking it. As I opened my mouth to say something, I felt something slap against my arse, then my arse was splashed with several hot streams of liquid. The second guy had cum over my backside! I was speechless. Shocked rigid. It couldn't get any worse, surely? Then I saw that chappie number one now had his hand on the back of Marion's head.

'Oi, no touching.' I managed to squeak, the words sticking in my throat. Half a minute earlier might have been more sensible. The guy next to me mumbled something. Turning to look at him I missed his friend beating his cock a last few strokes into Marion's face. He then stumbled back a few paces saying

'Sorry mate. Couldn't help myself. Thanks. Your missus is awesome. Lovely.' And then they had both disappeared into the darkness.

Marion turned to look at me, as I grumbled 

'Bastard, he came on my arse.'

Then I saw Marion's face in the dim light. She had a small, somewhat ironic smile on her face. Her eyebrows were raised as if to say

'And you think that's bad?'

Cum liberally covered her face, and two long drips hung to her chin; I could even see a couple of spots across her breasts.

I have been accused of having a stupid sense of humour, and of falling back on humour in tense times. This was such a time.

'Well, at least he missed shooting in your eye sweetheart.' We had watched a number of porn films. Women always get a stream in the eye.

I did try and retrieve the situation by reaching for my t-shirt and wiping my wife's face clean. Before wiping my arse clean of drying spunk too. I do try to be a gentleman.

Anyway, back at home we talked things through. Agreed it was nobody's fault; we had not set limits beforehand, neither for ourselves, nor for others. No harm done. Dogging was a fun thing, but we agreed that we should not let it become a regular thing, and perhaps it was a little unsafe.

Through that winter and into spring we kept our lovemaking rather vanilla. Our lovemaking was still good, but we both sensed something was missing. Our marriage has been blessed with good communication. Nothing was secret, no subject taboo. Neither of us are quick to anger, so we can talk through things sensibly. I have a great admiration for Marion's intellect, she is certainly the more educated partner in our 'ship, and blessed with a profound common sense.

I'm trying to say that it was Marion who voiced our mutual sense of dissatisfaction with our sex life. We both knew it was good, as we both knew that it could be better. One Sunday morning, two large mugs of coffee and a plate of buttered toast at the bedside we discussed, openly, what we thought might be missing. What had we enjoyed about dogging? What had we not enjoyed.

Yes, we broke off to make love. Twice if I remember correctly. What dear? It was three times apparently, according to she who must be obeyed. Marion had enjoyed exposing her body to other men, particularly as she spread her pussy lips for them. Her point was that whilst she could have sunbathed topless and shown her tits freely, the dirtiness of showing her 'private parts' off was a major turn on. Remember this was back in the mid 90's and things were not as liberated as they are now, and that is probably due to the advent and growth of the internet. Yes we had computers in offices but very few people had a computer at home. They were still far too expensive. A Nintendo or Sinclair game machine was a far cry from today's PC's.

I told her I really enjoyed showing off my lovely wife to others. I loved watching her enjoying herself, and especially as she came. Marion surprised me by saying that she had really enjoyed having another cock in her mouth while I had been fucking her. She wished it could have been for longer. I spilled the beans that I had been really excited at seeing her face covered in cum. I had masturbated at the memory a few times. I thought she might have been angry with me.

'Silly thing.' Marion had laughed. 'You should have told me. I would have let you cum over my face. To tell the truth I quite enjoyed it myself. I've brought myself off a few times as well.'

'I wish I'd had a better view of you sucking him off. I bet he loved it.' I mused.

And that led to another session of passion.

By that Sunday evening we had jointly decided to explore possible avenues to enhance our sex life. We would be open and honest with each other, and nothing, absolutely nothing, was beyond discussion. Our hope was that over the following weeks and months we would have a number of fantasies that we could make into reality. Twenty odd years later we are still coming up with new ideas, revisiting old ideas.

This has gradually led us through a life of experimenting with photography, dressing up, role playing, flashing (her not me), web cam sex, video making and swinging. The swinging itself has led to a whole gamut of activities. Threesomes, foursomes and moresomes is the usual description, however that leaves so much out. Like the time I arranged a fantastic meeting for Marion. With a splendidly hung black man I found on the swinger internet site we had joined. I first heard of him through a friend I knew from one of the swinger clubs we attended. 

My friend had waxed lyrically over the guy's prowess as a lover, and how large his cock was. Apparently my friend said that with all that going for him, he had also turned out to be a thoroughly nice guy. Very respectful, and it had been a great night for my friend, and in particular for his wife. His wife had confirmed what he had said, and added a few lascivious details later, after we had fucked rather energetically in the orgy room.

Having contacted the guy, whose name was Jackson (but call me Jonjo, all my friends do), we set about arranging a date. I sent him a few photo's of Marion to see if he liked her. Jonjo was up front and wrote me that he was used to men wanting to see him fuck their wives. It had happened many times through the swinging scene. No way did he find it unusual.

It was probably three months later that we managed to find a suitable date. I hadn't told Marion what I planned. Not even on the day it was to happen. I told her we were going out to dinner, and a friend might drop in. Marion knew I had something planned as I had bought her a sexy new dress, and asked her to wear extremely sexy underwear beneath, and four inch heels. I had spent part of the afternoon shaving her pussy bare and smooth. Tested its smoothness with my tongue, but cut short the pleasure as Marion had begun pushing her face up into my chin. She had been irritated, but knew that I had a reason, and that she would be enjoying herself later. She just didn't know what she would be enjoying. So much of good sex is the anticipation. So much enjoyment is had in stimulating the mind. 

It was a very horny Marion who sat beside me in the Jag as we drove into town. And I knew it. We might be discussing things in a normal manner, but just below the surface lust was bubbling. It took just the sight of a sexily dressed young woman walking along the street to make my cock throb with an almost instant hard on. The sound of Marion's stockings rubbing together as she crossed her legs had the same effect. The sight of those few inches of leg above her knee being uncovered as her dress rode up. Hard, hard, hard. And I knew Marion's feelings would be similar.

We were seated at our table enjoying drinks when Jonjo entered the restaurant. Looking cool and elegant, his lean and muscular 6'2" frame seemed to flow around the tables as he made his way through the room. I saw that Marion had seen him, and followed him with her eyes as he came our way. He wore a light grey suit, and a white silk shirt, open at the neck. A slim gold chain, catching the light, glinted at his neck. His hair was shaved at the sides, and cut very short around the top of his head. He was a very, very handsome man. My wife was certainly not the only woman staring at him.

I introduced the two of them. He politely kissed my wife's proffered cheek, and sat as a waiter held out a chair for him. As the waiter went off to get his ordered drink, I said to Marion,

'This is my new friend Jonjo. Richard and Linda Johnson made the introduction.' This let Marion know that this was lifestyle business. As if she hadn't already guessed. 'I thought you might enjoy meeting him. '

Jonjo and Marion exchanged a few pleasantries, a couple of smiles. Sailed through the first impressions that would set a marker for the remainder of the evening. Had Marion spoken certain words I knew I would have had to explain to Jonjo that it was a no go. Jonjo and I had covered this like adults beforehand. It is the way of the lifestyle. No taking one for the team.

'Marion, darling, among Jonjo's other talents, which I believe are many, he is blessed with an outrageously large cock. How big is it Jonjo?'

Jonjo smiled, teeth dazzlingly white and even, took Marion by the hand, leant close to her and quietly said,

'Right now? Sitting next to such a lovely lady, dressed so very beautifully, and looking absolutely gorgeous, I would say it is about 18 centimetres. Later, when I hope you will allow me to undress you and see for real what I've only seen in the photos that Andrew was generous enough to share with me, it will be 27 centimetres.'

Marion and I think in real money. Centimetres are foreign stuff. So I said,

'That's almost 11 inches to me and you, love.'

Marion's hand flew to her mouth, and her eyes widened. Her eyes glanced between Jonjo and I.

'Really?' she mouthed silently.

We both nodded in unison. Marion broke into a slow but huge smile.

'You boys have no idea how wet my panties are.' 

After a light dinner; we were all too excited to eat much, we asked Marion if the plans we had provisionally made were acceptable to her. We would take Marion to a music club and once settled there, I would return home to set up the camera and video equipment. Jonjo would bring Marion home after an hour or so, and the fun would begin. This gave Marion and Jonjo a little time alone and I knew they would be petting madly, gradually increasing the lust i guessed we were all feeling. I would join in later if that is what Marion felt like, or not. It was to be her treat, so it was to be her rules. All this had been discussed between Jonjo and me.

The club was a brilliant choice. Jonjo's suggestion. Small enough to be intimate, busy enough to be near invisible. A clientele of thirty and forty somethings, so the music was less trance, more dance. We took turns dancing with Marion. Marion told me she thought Jonjo very handsome and a really nice guy with it. 

'I gave his cock a squeeze when we were dancing. It felt huge, and he wasn't even very hard!' she exclaimed.

'Bet you soon changed that.'

Marion playfully lolled her tongue from the side of her mouth, and rolled her eyes.

'That boy is packing' she giggled. 'I bet Linda had a smile on her face for days.'

When I judged the time was right I made my excuses and left. The equipment was soon set up and I was sitting with a large glass of chilled white wine to hand when I heard a car pull up outside. I was as horny as a cat on a hot tin roof, and leapt up to answer the door.

Marion was first through the door, Jonjo close behind. She came in to my arms, kissing me wildly. As Jonjo helped her off with her wrap, she told me how they had decided to catch a taxi home. She had been clutching Jonjo's cock the whole way, and excitedly told how it had gradually grown right down his trouser leg.

'Almost to his knee...' she had gurgled.

Jonjo had moved behind Marion, so that she was wrapped between us. The meat in a human sandwich. We each began to kiss a side of Marion's neck, took a breast each into our hand, and pressed our erections against her, front and back. She held us in a hand each, one behind my neck, the other on Jonjo's backside. Several very enjoyable moments passed in this position. As if we had planned it, we had not, we each ran a free hand under Marion's skirt, inching the material up. Jonjo ran his hand under her ass and between her legs, meeting mine which had taken a frontal approach. Marion kindly spread her legs, I pulled the material of her panties aside, and as Jonjo slipped a finger into her cunt, I massaged her clit. Sheer, pure, teamwork. 

'Marion, you are so hot baby. So fucking wet.' Jonjo whispered to her.

'Gonna take a great big cock in that wet pussy, darling? Do you want Jonjo's huge cock right now Marion?' I countered in her other ear.

Marion was groaning now, her breath coming in gasps. The whole evening had been one of anticipation, and now Marion knew she was close to the end game. The part where her passions were laid bare, lust took over from reasonable thought, and she just desired sex. Gone was the slightly shy, slightly submissive, typical girl next door, the neighbourly and dutiful wife. In her place a wanton, sex craving slut, who knew just what she wanted, and knew that she exerted sufficient control over us to get it.


Tales a Swinger Told Me



Marion twisted out from between us, grabbed us both by the waist of our trousers and pulled us along, into our lounge.

'Come boys, you have a lady to satisfy. And believe me this lady is going to take a lot of satisfying.' she laughed.

Our lounge is rather large, and the furniture in it was chosen first for comfort, and high on the list was sex. Lots of throw cushions litter the couch. Thrown on the floor they are perfect for laying across, kneeling on, or being pushed under parts of the body you wish to raise. Washable covers were a must. A matching footstool has its uses as well. The lighting has been designed carefully to suit all types of moods, and can be easily arranged to be perfect for photography. Thick velvet drapes cover the large bay windows. No telltale flashes to alert the neighbours to our hobbies. Keeps the noise enclosed too. That, and the double glazed windows. The house was advertised as detached, although the houses each side are only about 15 feet away. Close, but not uncomfortably so. It has been easy enough for Marion to sunbathe topless in the garden, and on a few occasions totally nude. A few years before, our neighbour's wife had to stay at her mother's home to help her convalesce after an illness. As it was several hundred miles away she had been away about five weeks in all.

The second weekend, Marion had been sunbathing topless in the garden. Hearing a noise, Marion had peeped from behind her sunglasses, and caught sight of Archie, our neighbour peering over the fence using some trees as cover. Feeling sorry for him, Marion had poured some oil onto her hands and massaged it into her bare breasts, and along her thighs. After a few minutes of this she heard Archie scampering along his garden path, and into the house. Sure enough, a few seconds later she saw the back bedroom curtain twitch. Marion slowly lowered the waist of her bikini until the top of her pubic hair showed, and massaged some oil into her lower stomach. She was certain that Archie was masturbating, and tried to time her movements to maximise his pleasure. When she felt the time was right she slipped her fingers between her legs, pretending to massage the oil into her pussy lips. Trying to act as naturally as possible she could only continue this for a few seconds. She did try and catch a view into the window but her position wasn't right.

Over the next couple of weeks, when the weather was good, and Archie was at home, Marion would sunbathe topless, and when feeling more randy, even nude, whilst Archie would masturbate to his hearts content. The final weekend, before his wife came home on the Tuesday, Marion had put on a show for him. Shaved her pussy until the outer lips were bare and the mound was cut short in a small V-shape. She'd started in a bikini, with heels I might add. Slowly stripped, oiled herself up then slowly brought herself to climax, legs spread wide. I had videod the whole thing from the rear bedroom of the house. Almost the same view as Archie had had. We had loved watching that recording back. Marion had considered she was doing her civic duty. Her own version of the neighbourhood watch scheme.

Back in our lounge Wendy had Jonjo sprawled back onto the couch. His jacket had been removed and she was beginning the process of unbuttoning his shirt. I did the important work. Filled two extra glasses with chilled white wine, and turned the video camera on. Next came some soft classical music to fill the silence. I checked that the camera was recording, and in the right position. Then I quickly stripped down to my boxers. One must get the priorities right.

I heard Marion exclaim

'Andrew, just look at the muscles on Jonjo's body. That is a six pack.'

I looked. And I admired. His body was a thing of beauty. Clad now in just his white silk boxers, his body was sculpted. Jonjo had told me that he worked hard on his body, and it showed. I had no interest in anything sexual with Jonjo, or any other man come to that, but I could easily appreciate a woman wanting him. And that was without his huge dick.

Which was now making a massive tent in his boxers.

Marion looked back at me over her shoulder. Her mouth was a perfect 'O' shape. 

Slowly she rubbed both hands over the head of it. It grew even more. She pulled the waistband up and over the lump. It sounds easy, but with a monster that size it proved quite a task. Finally it was done and Jonjo's cock sprang back to rest against his toned stomach. He was fully shaved and his black skin shone under the lights as if freshly oiled. Knowing what to expect, the length still surprised me. What rocked me to the roots was the thickness. This was one massive cock. I have probably seen bigger in porn films. Believe me, there is an unbelievable difference in seeing one sitting on your couch. I wondered what Marion was thinking.

'How wet is your cunt right now Marion?'

'I think you should feel for yourself Andrew. I can't quite believe this.' She stammered between the fingers covering her mouth.

'I take it you are happy with me Marion. You don't want me to pack up and get off home?' laughed Jonjo. 

I had stooped behind Marion to run my hand under the skirt of her dress. Along her stockings, across a bit of bare skin and into the leg of her panties. Marion was drenched. It was as if floodgates had been opened. I couldn't remember another time she had been this wet, and we have done lots of sexy stuff. I pushed a couple of fingers inside her, then ran a finger between her lips to find her clitoris. The effect on Marion was immediate and she jerked her body to the rhythm of my finger. I kept contact as she crawled up Jonjo's body. Kissing his stomach, licking his nipples, kissing his neck, until finally their lips met in a dance of tongues. His hands slipped down her back to her arse, and he slowly raised her dress, revealing her pale buttocks split by tiny black panties. Then his hands returned to cup each buttock, spreading her arse cheeks. I could clearly see her cunt lips. I knew the camera would be catching a good view. I slipped my free hand into the elastic, and with a modicum of wriggling, the panties joined Jonjo's boxers on the floor. Black on white. 

I had been in Jonjo's company long enough that I didn't give his colour much thought, not as much thought as I had given his dick. Seeing his black hands spreading my wife's pale buttocks, it struck me that artistically the contrast was a really beautiful thing. I could see why films of this nature were popular with some people. It hadn't been one of our things, but maybe we should take more interest. 

Jonjo released the zip on Marion's dress. I drew it over her shoulders, down her hips and off. As I did this Jonjo rid her of the bra, and cupping her tits together sunk his face into them. Marion knew to keep the rest of her attire on. Jonjo was taking his time enjoying Marion's breasts but I knew Marion would be eager to play with the cock, now trapped somewhere around her lower stomach.

'Jonjo, I want to suck your cock. I want to see how much of it I can take.' 

That was my cue to move over to the other side of the room and collect the second video camera I had placed there. This one was a little beauty. Small in size, wonderful in clarity, painful on the pocket. I would later edit the two videos and produce my own porn film. It had become a time consuming hobby, but a man should have a hobby.

Marion did wonderfully well. It surprised me that she could fit her mouth over it at all. Then she managed to get all the purplish head swallowed. Then, after slobbering over it for a couple of minutes, she managed to sink two more inches. Jonjo winked at me, obviously enjoying what she was doing. Marion was never going to deepthroat this monster, but gallantly I would say she managed to take six or seven inches of cock before calling a halt. Unbelievably there was still a good sized cock untouched. Once the limit was known, Marion began to give Jonjo one hell of a blow job. She used every trick she has learnt over the years, and I know how good my woman sucks cock. If she wants you to cum, no matter how hard you try, you are going to cum. And so, fifteen or maybe twenty minutes later Jonjo lay back, gasping for breath as Marion licked her lips. She was certainly the cat that got the cream. 

'Jesus, Andrew. You should have warned me. Your lady has a hell of a mouth. That was awesome. You are one lucky man, to have that on tap. Marion, baby, I am your slave. If I ever marry, I swear I'm gonna send her to you for lessons.'

After a brief interlude to drink some wine, Marion kissed me deeply and asked if she thought Jonjo would like to eat her pussy.

'it's very messy down there; I seem to have had a wet pussy for hours, do you think Jonjo can help?' she asked innocently.

Jonjo stooped, lifted her in his arms, kissed her deeply and gently laid her on the couch. Looking at me, he asked

'Is this position ok with you?'

I nodded. Moving to the camera I altered the zoom and allowed it to refocus automatically. By the time I had checked the memory on my mini cam, Jonjo was settled between my wife's thighs. He must have been quite accomplished with his tongue as Marion proceeded to cum three times. I caught each one on film. The final time I concentrated the mini cam on her face, catching every grimace, every groan, every moment of her wonderful orgasm.

'I think I'm ready to try and take your cock in my pussy now Jonjo. Are you ready to fuck me?'

'Baby, I am as hard as a rock. I'm having a real good time, and yes, I really want to fuck you. Ok with you Andrew? Any particular position you favour?'

Marion chose. First she decided she would squat over Jonjo, with him on his back, giving her total control of how much she took, and the speed she took it at. That meant I would be able to use one camera from behind, the other from the front. Almost perfect. Jonjo seemed happy enough with the arrangement.

'I'm your gift for the night. I'm also your slave to command, remember?' he told Marion, with a grin.

What a sight. What a shot. Jonjo laid on his back, magnificent body of taut muscle, ridged stomach, chiselled legs, his black skin shining beneath the lights, and pointing an absolute Gold Medal Championship winning cock at the ceiling. Marion moved over him, and with her hands at her mouth said quietly

'Shit. Is that really all mine. Oh my God.'

I watched in awe as that massive shaft was placed against my wife's pussy, and ever so slowly the head slipped inside. Several more inches disappeared before Marion raised herself up. Her cunt lips stuck to the shaft for an instant then slipped free. The shaft itself was shiny with love juice. I had the mini cam zoomed in for a close up. The other camera was centred on Marion's face. They would prove to be fabulous footage.

Marion sank again, forcing her pussy over Jonjo, gradually taking more and more of his cock deeper inside her. 

'Marion, baby, you are so fucking tight. Fucking lovely.' groaned Jonjo.

It took a few minutes but Marion finally settled her full weight across Jonjo's hips with a long drawn out gasp. The look on her face was a mix of pleasure, pain, and wonderment. Her breath came quickly. Jonjo placed his hands on Marion's hips.

'Just give me a second to get used to the size. I've never had anything this big inside me before. '

'Is it good? Are you enjoying a big cock inside you?' I just had to ask.

Marion laughed gently 'Ask me in a minute. I'm not too sure yet.'

I gave Marion a sip of chilled wine. I also slipped my cock into her mouth. I needed some attention. She was soon wriggling over Jonjo as I fucked her mouth. I needed to get back to my photography. I could have more fun later, but this was about Marion.

My wife must have soon got used to the size, she was grinding and slamming her body over Jonjo. I loved it when she rose almost the full length, paused, then slid down, every inch of pleasure showing on her face. As she came, she slumped forward, and it was Jonjo who took over the humping using his hips and his hands. 

Jonjo moved Marion onto the couch, and spent a minute licking her swollen cunt. She had looked so stretched after his cock left her. Soon, Marion was back with us, so with her legs moved back, Jonjo presented his cock to her entrance once more. 

There followed one of the most majestic fuckings I have ever witnessed. It was beautiful to behold. It was so basic. Jonjo pistoned his cock into Marion at a steady rhythm. He almost dragged the first orgasm from her, then drove her into a second one about a minute later. The third orgasm took longer but when Marion came, she came as hard as I've ever seen her. She was like a ragdoll after.

'Please cum for me Jonjo. I don't think I can take much more of your cock. Please cum. Please.' begged Marion.

'Where baby? Where do you want me to cum? On your face? In your pussy? Over your tits? Tell me baby. Tell me.' 

Marion looked at me. I nodded.

'In my pussy. I want to feel you explode in my pussy. Push it in deep.'

When you see Marion's face on film, you know how good it felt for her. Every jet of Jonjo's spunk registers on her face. I did get a beautiful shot of Jonjo too. His muscles are tight, as if from a session in the weights room, his black skin shines with a film of sweat, and he is leaning back gripping Marion's legs, his wonder weapon buried deep within her body. When I edited the film later, it was here that I held the shot; then faded to black. It seemed appropriate.

We did see Jonjo three more times. Each time he fucked Marion to oblivion. Twice I joined in and we had her in most combinations you can think of. We did try DP but whilst I could get my cock into Marion's arsehole, it was just too uncomfortable for her. Jonjo was a good guy, and we had a lot of fun with him. One day he phoned to say he had been introduced to a new woman, and he felt it was time to move on. Marion wasn't too upset. 

'I think I've had enough of giant cocks she said. About time I gave my pussy a chance to recover. They are great for a change, but I think I prefer something a bit more normal.' she'd confided.

We have always got the film, and the outtakes to look back on in our dotage. We've watched it several times since. Even shown it to a couple of our closer swinger friends. No copies allowed though. Even Jonjo had agreed that he would be happy with a few stills to remind him. It's best to be careful.

It was a lesson I should have remembered in dealing with Richard. He was a neighbour, who lived a few doors away. A bit full of himself for my taste. We met up with him a few times when we called in at the local pub. He always seemed to be on about his new car, his new television, his latest foreign holiday. I'm sure you know the type. Suave, and handsome in the way of an elegant English country gentleman. Grey blonde hair swept back across his head. An erect military bearing gave him presence, and his public school educated voice, although it grated on my ears, was like warm honey to the ladies inhabiting the pub. I wouldn't say I didn't like him, but I never felt entirely comfortable in his company. Marion, well Marion has the ability to feel comfortable in any company. Marion is not only an attractive woman, Marion is an attractive personality. A rare and winning combination.

This would have been a year or more after our escapades with Jonjo. I was working in my study, but been sidetracked into looking at some photos I had recently taken of Marion. I was considering how to present them as a movie. Realising that I had another flashdrive in the bedroom upstairs, I quickly trotted up there. Searching through a camera bag in the base of the wardrobe, I missed the knock at the door. It wasn't until Marion shouted up that Richard was at the door that I registered we had a visitor.

'Probably come round to tell us about another holiday he has planned.' I grumbled to myself. I hate being interrupted when I'm 'working'.

'OK, won't be a mo'. I'll come down.' I had shouted back.

Once downstairs, I popped my head around the kitchen door. Marion was there, on her own. Seeing my questioning face, she said

'I put Richard in your study. Thought the kitchen was a bit messy, love.'

I'm sure my face paled. I had left the photo's of Marion on screen, and by now they would be revolving one after the other as a slideshow. It was how i had set up my screensaver. 

'I'll be in in a few minutes with a pot of tea and some biscuits. OK love?' asked Marion.

'Take your time dear' I replied 'this might take some explaining.' I added under my breath.

'Bloody hell old chap. Marvellous snaps. Marion's an absolute corker. You sly old dog. Didn't know you were into this caper old boy.' were the words which pummelled me as I entered the room. 

I tried to get to the computer but Richard stood foursquare and firm in my way. On the 25 inch monitor to which I had treated myself , Marion was displayed in her full glory. It was a series of shots of her taking a shower. Glamour poses to start, but after a few more shots they did become rather raunchy. At a 10 second turnover rate I did not have long to act.

'Don't think I should be showing you these Richard.' I laughed 

'Nonsense old boy, no harm in a little fun now and again. Good clean fun, I see' he brayed.

'Not sure Marion would agree.' I muttered.

'Marion's a good sport, what? Looks like she's enjoying herself. Lovely figure. Always wondered what she looked like, au naturelle, you know.'

This was not easy. I felt as if I were trying to give orders to a superior officer, and I've never even been in the bloody army! 

When the next picture slowly turned into view, it was of Marion inserting a shower-proof dildo into her pussy whilst holding open her pussy lips with splayed fingers. Taken from a low angle it was not the best of shots. It was, however, in focus and crystal clear. Every pixel perfectly joined to show in the most exquisite detail, every fold, every contour, every fine downy soft hair, every inch of white plastic, even the few drops of water clinging to my wife's moist skin. 

'Golly!' and after a pause he added 'Jolly good camera you must have.' Which made me laugh.

Which is what Marion heard as she brought the tea into the study. And found Richard and I looking at rather risqué photographs. Of her. Naked. And now clearly masturbating herself in the shower. The next picture flipped into position. Now the dildo was halfway inside her. I had caught the look of pleasure on her face as I had altered the angle of view.

'Sugar, Richard?' she asked, as she glared at me, putting the tea tray down on a side table.

There was anger in her eyes. Would I get a chance to explain? It wasn't even my fault. I hadn't shown Richard into the study. I was upstairs. In fact, in fact ,it was Marion's fault. As soon as the thought entered my mind it was followed with the thought that it was a wise man who knew to never push his luck too far. No woman born would understand his logic. Better to grovel, apologise, and take whatever punishment his wife doled out. A lot better.

'You make a marvellous model old girl. You'll have to model for me one of these days. Would you m'dear?' asked Richard. Could he not sense the icy atmosphere? Was he really that arrogant? Or was he really that clever?

'Ooh Richard, I couldn't, I'd be far too shy.'

The next shot was of Marion clearly cumming, dildo deep inside, her free hand pinching her breast and nipple.

'Forgive me dear, but you don't look to be the shy type, do you? Please say you'd model for me. I would consider myself truly blessed if you said yes. You'd do me a great honour.'

How do they teach them to talk like that? His voice was like syrup.

'You wouldn't mind, would you Andrew? You'd be a good sport, what eh'




Tales a Swinger Told Me



In hindsight, with its famed 20/20 vision, I should have said no, definitely no way. Like a blind man I stumbled into deeper trouble.

'It's up to Marion.' I blundered. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Pass me a shovel and I'll start digging my own grave. 

As soon as I had spoken, she looked at me and I knew. I bloody knew. And I deserved it. Not for my mistake in allowing Richard to see our private snaps, but in not standing up for her, for not being the man of the house. Not being the king of my castle.

Marion went demure. Coyly she said 'Well Richard, as Andrew doesn't seem to care, perhaps just a few shots. Not as rude as those. Perhaps you'd like me to model some bra and panty sets, and stockings of course?'

Richard stuttered ' Marvellous. I've a new Canon that I've been looking to twiddle with. Good job. See how the old girl performs, what.' And after a slight pause added 'Meant the camera Marion, not you, of course. Haw, haw, haw.'

Richard nodded like one of those dogs that were popular in the back seats of cars as Marion added.

'The piccies will just be between us Richard. I don't expect them to be shown around the bar at The Feathers. Some decorum is expected, Richard?'

Richard tapped the side of his nose as he said

'And granted m'dear. Mums the word.'

Marion fired me a final salvo of daggers from her flashing eyes as she drove a final nail into my self-build coffin,

'Then I guess a few topless poses won't do any harm dear, will they Richard?'

Richard had the decency to splutter.

Somehow we managed to chit chat our way through a cup of tea, and Richard left me to my fate. A date had been made for the following Thursday (Mrs Richard would be out until 11 pm at the Women's Guild. Never one to miss the WG.) at 8pm. I could wait!

After showing Richard to the door, Marion returned to my study. I held my hands up. 

'I know. I know. Sorry. Stupid of me. It shouldn't have happened. Richard, well Richard....'

I was lost. 'Richard was just being Richard. He, he, he gets me confused. Bloody man. Bloody, bloody, bloody!'

Marion giggled 'Never mind darling. Planning what I shall model for Richard is likely to make me feel quite horny. It might be interesting, after all. Serves you right too. After dinner tonight, you can eat my pussy for one full hour while I watch a movie of my choice. I'm sure it will inspire some ideas for Thursday night.'

I'm sure it did.

Promptly at 8pm Richard arrived. We went through into the lounge which Marion had insisted I fit out as a studio, just as I would normally do. I poured Richard a large Gin and Tonic, and we chatted for a few minutes about this and that. Marion had been upstairs for the last hour and a half, so I was sure she would be ready soon. Who did I think I was kidding? An hour and a half is like a blink of an eye to a woman getting her gladrags and make-up on.

A young girl entered the room. It wasn't Marion. Marion? Bloody hell. It was Marion! She was dressed in full schoolgirl regalia. Pornstar style. Her hair, which had been lightened and highlighted at the hairdressers earlier in the week, was in two ponytails, playfully falling from beneath a straw boater. Her make up was heavy. Long false eyelashes, rouged cheeks, scarlet lipstick; even a fake beauty spot low on one cheek. It had an amazing effect. Absolutely changed her face. It was Marion, but it wasn't Marion if you can understand.

Her white blouse was at least one size too small. The buttons at the neck were undone to below her bust. A glimpse of what would be revealed later as a red tartan bustier, pushed her breasts together in an amazing cleavage. Marion has average sized breasts and, unless she had a surgeon hidden upstairs who had just performed a boob job, the bustier was a marvel of design. A fantastic creation.

A few inches of bare midriff ended with a broad black elasticated belt decorated with a gold rectangular clasp. It was wrapped tightly around her waist emphasising the curve to her hips. Below it, a mini skirt of the same red tartan design showed off her shapely legs. It was hardly wider than the belt. Her legs were clad in black hold-up fishnet stockings. Her five inch black heel stilettos gave her legs an incredibly long look to them. To complete the look Marion held a big round pink sugary lollipop, which she nibbled at as she spoke. 

The whole ensemble made Marion look taller and slimmer; the epitomy of an innocent schoolgirl. An innocent but very slutty schoolgirl. My cock grew hard as I stared. 

'My, my m'dear. You look absolutely marvellous. Very sexy if I may be so bold.' Chortled Richard.

'The headmistress said you gentlemen wanted to see me Sir. And I was to do whatever you asked.' Marion simpered in best girlish voice.

Richard was still recovering from the sight of Marion looking so provocative. I think she was more than he had expected. Damn, it more than I expected.

'Shall I stand over here sir? Would you like a photograph Mr. Richard?'

Marion moved to where I had a few props placed. She moved fluidly into a pose. Over the years Marion has become quite adept at holding poses, moving into new ones. She makes an excellent model. She had a good teacher ho, ho. And a lot of practice.

Richard fired off a couple of quick snaps. My wife glanced at me. Ok, I said in silence, I give in.

'Richard, why don't you use my tripod. It will help steady the camera, help you concentrate on the framing of the photo. Marion will take care of the poses, you concentrate on what you want to see. Later, when you're comfortable, you can move on to some free standing pictures. You'll find it a different technique to your usual stuff.'

'Well, thank you old chap. Most grateful. My lady wife would never dream, dear, dear me. Not got Marion's figure of course. Very fetching Marion, very fetching.'

I had to smile.

Half an hour flew by as Marion struck pose after pose, and Richard became more used to taking photographs, and more comfortable with the situation. As he relaxed, his arrogance seemed to slip away. He was enjoying himself, and as his personality surfaced to replace his social stiffness, I found myself quite liking him. He had a natural charm, and a good sense of humour. A couple of times Marion raised her eyebrows to me, as if to say, I told you so. He's ok.

Marion had decided to start some poses which were more raunchy. We had seen, and enjoyed the large white cotton panties, but she quickly removed these to reveal the tiniest of black silk thongs. It would not have hidden the trimmed bush of hair that was there this morning.

Marion was leant over the back of a chair, her skirt ridden high to expose almost bare buttocks. She was looking back over her shoulder, a cheeky look on her face. I moved in and shot some close ups of her face. 

'You have the most lovely arse, Marion. I should quite like to bite lumps of it. Like a lovely conference pair. Sink my teeth into the flesh.'

A few minutes later Marion was on her hands and knees, her pert backside thrust high in the air. Her pussy lips pouted under the thin silk.

Richard was confident enough now to move in for close ups. It was turning me on to think he was so close to her pussy. I know Marion would have been turned on all evening.

'Used to be my good lady's favourite position a few years back. Loved it doggy style. Would often catch her in the kitchen. Skirt up. No knickers. Arse in the air. Knew what she wanted. That woman. Quite brings back the memories.'

'You mean like this Richard?' lisped Marion in best girlish manner. As she slipped the thong down her thighs, over her heels and off. Before she returned to position. We could both clearly see her pussy lips pouting between her buttocks. Clearer still as she spread open her legs slowly.

'May I?' asked Richard, holding up his camera towards me.

Without glancing at Marion I replied

'Of course you may Richard. I have a feeling that Marion will be rather upset if you don't.' 

I think Richard had snapped another twenty frames before Marion piped up again. Jumping to her feet, she leaned against Richard. Speaking to him, but facing me she asked

'Mr. Richard, sir. Would you like to do some poses with me. I'm sure Mr. Andrew would like some piccies of us together. Wouldn't you Mr. Andrew, sir?' she drew out the sir.

I didn't know where she was taking this. But I was happy to jump on for the ride.

'More than happy. I think that's a very good suggestion young lady.' I countered.

They posed in what you would think of as standard poses given the outfit Marion was wearing. Sitting on Richard's lap pretending to read a book, ending up over Richard's lap as if receiving a spanking. Marion persuaded Richard out of his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt as she rubbed up against him from the side. With a few compliments about his manly chest, Richard took off his shirt. He was not a young man, but for his age, was in good shape. 

'All down to the swimming I think. I'm at the pool every day at 7am, swim for an hour and back for a good hearty breakfast. Of course the wife thinks I go to leer at the ladies in their revealing costumes. Not as revealing as yours I have to say Marion dear.' He laughed.

I looked at Marion. The blouse was gone, leaving the red bustier. It had a small zip front which had been unzipped so that her breasts spilled over the front; the belt was gone and her mini skirt pulled up, you could just see her pussy and bum cheeks, and below that fishnets and heels. She was revealing surprisingly little.

'C'mon Richard, no time to waste.' said Marion, pulling him towards her. With a quick motion the bustier flew across to land on the discarded blouse, and Marion hugged Richard to her. Their position hid her bare breasts, but clearly Richard could feel them pressed against his chest.

'Ooh Sir, your hairy chest is tickling my nipples. They are going all hard sir. Can you feel them?' giggled Marion in schoolgirl fashion.

Richard could. I fired of a few snaps, moving round them to cover every angle.

'I can feel a lump down here sir. I wonder what it is?' 

I watched as her hand drew down Richard's zip, and disappeared into the opening. Richard gasped.

'Good idea folks. That will make a continuation storyline. The seduction stage. Excellent.' I said, trying to put Richard at ease, and letting Marion know that she could go further.

'Sir,' whispered Marion soto voce 'I could feel a big lump when I was laying over your lap as you spanked me. Please can I see it sir. Pretty please, sir, nice sir?' then continued in a normal voice

'It felt big Richard. I'd love to see your cock. I want to suck your cock. While Andrew takes photographs of me. I really want that.' She started to kiss him lightly, as she manoeuvred his cock from his fly.

Richard swivelled his eyes to catch mine. I nodded, and winked at him. His hands immediately went to Marion's buttocks and he pulled her to him. Soon his trousers fell to the floor and we had those awkward moments as he struggled out of them and his underwear. He was naked. Marion leant forward from the waist and took his cock in one hand, his balls in the other, and then slipped her mouth over his erection.

'Shite' I thought to myself, 'Not only has he got me into trouble with the wife; comes round with a camera far better than mine. He's blessed with a bigger cock than me too.'

Richard went on to show he was no mean cocksman either, despite him being around the fifty mark. He fucked Marion for a good hour, in several positions, including his favourite doggy style. My favourite was when he laid her back across the table, face up. The skirt gave a nice touch of colour in contrast to the black stockings as Richard's cock plunged in to the depths time after time. It made for some super photo's.

Of course, Marion rewarded me for being a man and accepting my punishment with good grace. When Richard began to tire, she told me to get naked and into action. I was soon the grateful recipient of that delightful mouth as Richard, once more plundered Marion from the rear. We switched several times before Marion asked if we would both take her at the same time. It was beyond Richard's experience, but Marion soon had him on his back, and was straddled over him. I dutifully applied lube, both to her anus and to my cock. She leant forward as I eased the head of my cock into her. Slowly but firmly I pushed forward.

Richard was watching us both. 'Good Lord. That feels bloody good.'

'To me too, Richard' groaned Marion.

I said nothing. I just groaned.

We were all soon making animalistic noises and grunts. Richard and I had moved into a natural rhythm as if we had been practising for years. We were all experiencing such pleasure. All too soon it seemed to me, Marion came with abandon. Her orgasm triggered Richard's, which in turn made me cum. I could feel Richard's cock jerking as he shot deep into Marion's cunt. It was as if he was rubbing the vein on the underside of my erection through a piece of tissue. Marion's rear passage was pulsing tightly as she rode her orgasm. It was an incredible sensation and with a cry my rigid cock erupted. It seemed I came for ages. After the initial ejaculation, I would jerk forward as another millilitre of spunk made it way to the firing zone. It was an involuntary action. It continued for some moments. Then, as Marion gave an almighty squeeze of her anal and vaginal muscles, I came one last time.

Easing my way out of her rectum, a dribble of my spunk followed the head of my cock.

'Wait guys. I want to get my camera. This will be a great shot.'

And indeed they were. I had Richard lay still as Marion very slowly eased herself off his cock. I have, or should I say we have, one brilliant shot taken just as Richard's cock slips free. Marion's slowly closing arsehole is leaking spunk, and her pussy, still stretched, the pink of her passage coated in creamy cum, has one thick sticky thread of Richard's offering clinging to her puffy lips and to the purple head of his cock. 

As it was approaching 10.30pm, we thought it best if Richard hurried home for a quick shower. I had suggested he leave his memory cards with me. He looked a little pained, but I promised him that I would have them all transferred to disc by the next evening. He looked delighted when I told him to come round at 8pm again. He didn't look so delighted when I told him Marion would be off to see her Mother for the evening. Neither did Marion as a matter of fact. It was news to her too.

So that is the tale of Marion and Andrew. Many years have passed now. They have new jobs in another part of the country. They are still as happy as the day they married. Their adventures continue though. I smile when I think that if you met them socially, or through one of their charitable endeavours, you would not guess of their antics. Andrew has had his problems health wise; Marion has nursed him through them with love and devotion He is well now and I wish him continued health. Andrew appreciates that he is a very lucky man. Not only has she a heart of gold, Marion seems to have stopped aging since hitting forty. She tells me that she has the same figure now that she had at twenty two. I can attest to her having a very fine figure, very fine indeed. I have my own set of photographs to remind me.