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A Swing

By: eeric



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Paul had just finished his shift at the water company, and was driving home. He had been shift supervisor for the last 3 years.

As he came home and walked into his house, he saw his wife doing one of her workouts in front of the TV.

He stood there for a minute admiring the view. Dawn his wife, was wearing her tight gym outfit that really clung to her body.

Paul and Dawn have been married for seven years.

Dawn is 28 years old, about 5 foot 5 inches tall and a natural blonde. She has always had a very nice slim body.

Paul has always been particular fond of her butt. It's not too big and not too small, just the right size. And it's real tight.

Not to mention her soft and firm size B breasts.

Dawn also has one of those great personalities, always positive. She has always enjoyed sex, and has been very open to trying new things.

Paul is 30 years old and 6 feet tall. Watching his wife workout, has also gotten him to start going to the gym. Paul has actually gotten in great shape himself.

Paul took off his jacket, after which he walked over to his wife. 

"Hi good looking." He said as he walked up to her.

"Oh hi honey, I didn't hear you come in." Dawn said.

"Well, I was just admiring the view." Paul told his wife.

"You were, were you." Dawn said with a smile on her face.

"Oh yes." Paul said as he leaned over and gave his wife a big kiss.

"I've prepared some steaks for us, they'll be ready in about a half an hour." Dawn told her husband.

"Ok." Said Paul.

"I'll just go and take a shower and then we can eat." Dawn told Paul.

Dawn then went upstairs. Paul went out to the kitchen and began to set the table. Twenty minutes later Dawn came down and they started eating.

"How was your shift?" Dawn asked.

"Same as usual, except for Johnson who fell into a water tank again." Paul told his wife as they both started to laugh.

"Is that the second time this month." Dawn laughed.

"I think so." Paul laughed.

An hour later after they had finished their dinner, they sat down in the couch in front of the TV.

An hour past.

"Well it's getting late, I think I'll turn in." Dawn told Paul.

"Ok, I'll be up in a little while." Said Paul.

Dawn gave Paul a little kiss as she then went upstairs.

A few minutes later Paul went over to the computer and logged on to the internet. He logged on to a page where swingers put their contacts.

For the past six months Paul has been having fantasies about seeing his wife with another man. So he has been checking out different web sites, to see if there were any couples around where they lived who swinged. Paul had found a few, but none that he found interesting.

Although if he did find a couple that he liked, he still had to tell Dawn about this swinging fantasy of his.

But then as he clicked on the next page, he saw a familiar face. He got a little surprised at what he saw.

Paul saw Tyler and Shawna Miller in a contact ad. Tyler and Shawna was a black couple whom Paul and Dawn recently had become friends with.

Paul had no idea that they were swingers.

"They could be the ones." Paul thought out loud.

They were in Dawn and Paul's age, and both couples liked each other. 

Paul then decided to tell Dawn about his fantasy, and see if she were up to it.

As he walked upstairs, he thought about how he should tell Dawn. When he came into the bedroom, Dawn laid in their bed reading a book.

Paul then got undressed and got into bed. He snuggled up to his wife.

"Hello." His wife said as she put down the book and gave him a kiss.

They fooled around for a bit.

"Dawn." Paul then said.

"Yes." Dawn replied.

"You know Tyler and Shawna." Paul said.

"What about them." Dawn asked.

"They are swingers." Paul told Dawn.

"What... you mean they?" Dawn said.

"They switch partners with other couples." Paul told her.

"Wow, I had no idea." Dawn said looking surprised.

"Nor did I." Paul said.

"How did you find out?" Dawn then asked.

Paul didn't exactly know what to tell her.

"Well I was roaming the net a bit, and I stumbled across a swingers page. And there in an ad were Tyler and Shawna." Paul told Dawn.

"Were you looking for other couples?" Dawn asked surprised.

"No I..." Paul said.

"Paul." Dawn said looking her husband straight in his eyes.

"Ok, I'll come clean." Paul said.

He looked at his wife.

"Well, for the past months, I've had this fantasy about us two meeting another couple." Paul told her.

"What!" Dawn looked a bit stunned.

"You want us to have sex with another couple." Dawn then said in a bit of a confused voice.

"Well... yes, but mainly I've wondered what it would be like to see you with another man." Paul told his wife trying not to look directly at her. 

Dawn looked at her husband as she thought about what he had just told her.

"I really don't know what to think about this." Dawn said.

"Well..." Paul said.

"I think we should go to sleep now." Dawn told Paul.

Paul looked at his wife.

"Ok." Paul told her.

Dawn then laid her head down on her pillow with her head turned away from Paul.

Paul did the same, whilst thinking that maybe he shouldn't have told her. 

A half an hour later they were both a sleep.

The next day as Paul woke up, he noticed that Dawn had already gone up. He put on his robe and went downstairs.

When he came down to the kitchen, he saw Dawn standing there making breakfast.

"Good morning." Paul said.

Dawn didn't reply.

"Look sweetheart, it was just a fantasy I..." Paul told Dawn.

"Honey." Dawn said.

"Yes." Paul said.

Dawn turned around and walked over to Paul.

"I love you Paul, and if this is something that you want us to do, then I guess we could at least try it." Dawn said with a little smile on her face.

"Are you sure Dawn, you know I don't want to do anything that you are not comfortable with." Paul told her.

"Yes I'm sure." Dawn told him and gave Paul a kiss.

"I love you Dawn." Paul told her and kissed her back.

"I love you too." Dawn said.

"You know, I thought we might ask Tyler and Shawna." Paul then told Dawn.

"Because we both like them and they like us." Paul said.

"Ok. Do you think they would be interested?" Dawn asked Paul.

"Sure they will, we just have to figure out how to ask them." Paul said.

"Well, they have wanted to have us over to their house for dinner. We could call them up and ask if, this weekend is good for them." Dawn told Paul.

"And when we're there, we could ask them." Paul said.

"I could call Shawna later if you want." Dawn said.

"Ok." Paul smiled.

A bit later they gave each other a kiss as Paul went away to work.

"We are actually going to do this." Paul said to himself on his way to work.

Eight hours later Paul came back from work.

"Honey, are you home." Paul called out for Dawn.

"I'm in the kitchen honey." Dawn called out.

As Paul went out into the kitchen, Dawn told him that she had called up Shawna and that she had invited them over for dinner on Saturday.

All that Dawn and Paul could think about, the days up to Saturday, was if they would actually going to sleep with another couple.

They had only slept with each other for the past 10 years. None of them had ever even thought about cheating with another person.

But this wasn't cheating, because they both agreed to it.

Then Saturday came.

Both Paul and Dawn had gotten dressed and was about to leave for Tyler and Shawna's house.

"Are you ready?" Asked Paul.

"Yes, let's go." Dawn said with a little smile.

Dawn was wearing a sexy blouse with a few buttons unbuttoned that showed some cleavage. She also wore a pair of tight pants, that really clung to her gorgeous butt.

They then took a taxi to Tyler and Shawna.

"Are you nervous?" Paul asked Dawn.

"A little, and you." Dawn asked.

"Yes a bit, but it will be fine." Paul said.

A few moments later the taxi pulled up to Tyler and Shawna's house. Paul paid the driver and then they walked up to the front door.

They looked at each other and then they rang the bell.

"Hi Paul, Dawn." It was Tyler whom opened the door.

"Hi Tyler, hello Tyler." Said Paul and Dawn.

"Come in, Shawna's in the kitchen." Tyler told them as they walked inside.

As Dawn took off her jacket, Paul noticed that Tyler took a glimpse of Dawns cleavage.

Paul got a little smile on his face thinking that Tyler was interested in Dawn.

"Hi Shawna." Said Dawn as she walked into the kitchen.

"Hi Dawn, I'm almost ready with the dinner." Shawna told Dawn.

"There's no hurry." Dawn told her.

Shawna was wearing a dark gray top along with a pair of snug pants.

The two of them talked for a bit and so did Paul and Tyler.

Dawn then helped Shawna bring out the dinner to the table.

"It's ready." Shawna then told Tyler and Paul.

"It looks great Shawna." Paul told her as he sat down.

"Thanks." Shawna said.

All through dinner they talked about this and that.

An hour later.

"Well why don't we move into the living room and have a drink." Tyler suggested.

"Great." Said Paul.

They then got up and moved into the living room. They all then sat down whilst Tyler got some drinks.

"Here you go." Said Tyler handing them the drinks.

He had gotten whiskeys for him and Paul, and wine for Dawn and Shawna.

As they continued to talk, Paul looked over at Dawn and Dawn looked back and nodded.

"Have you guys ever heard about these couples who exchange partners?" Paul then asked Tyler and Shawna.

Tyler and Shawna looked at each other.

"Yeah, swingers." Tyler said.

"Yes, what would you say if I told you that Dawn and I were thinking about doing that." Paul said. "You mean to swing?" Tyler asked.

"Yes." Paul said.

Tyler and Shawna smiled at each other.

"Well you know, Shawna and I have actually done that." Tyler told Paul and Dawn.

"Wow... Well actually, we saw your photos in one of those swinger websites." Paul then told Tyler and Shawna.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Tyler then asked.

"Well..." Paul said.

"We were a little nervous and we wanted to know if you would like to, you know..." Dawn said looking at Shawna and Tyler. 

Shawna looked at Tyler and they both smiled.

"You wanted to know if we would like to swing with you." Shawna said.

"Yes." Dawn said.

"I think we could do that." Shawna said with a sexy smile as she then looked at Paul.

Shawna whom was sitting next to Paul laid her hand on his thigh, and then slowly began to rub it.

Paul looked over at Dawn and she looked back at him, and then they nodded to each other. 

Shawna then looked up at Paul.

"You know Paul, my husband has had a thing for your wife ever since we first met." Shawna said.

As Dawn heard that she looked over at Tyler, and they both smiled at each other.

"Go on." Paul said to Dawn.

Dawn then slowly got up and walked over to Tyler. She then sat down in his lap.

Shawna now moved her hand up to Paul's crotch. Paul jumped up a little as he felt her hand.

"Mmm, Paul you're already hard." She said.

Paul didn't really know what to do.

"We're all a bit shy at first." Shawna told him.

She then took Paul's hand and laid it on her breast.

A moment later Paul started to move his hand, and began to softly squeeze Shawna's breasts.

But Paul had his eyes on his wife and Tyler the whole time, as his biggest fantasy was taking place in front of his eyes. His wife with another man.

Tyler had begun to kiss Dawns neck, as Dawn had her hand on the outside of his shirt and felt his chest.

"Why don't you take off my shirt?" Tyler said to Dawn.

Dawn looked at Tyler and then she reached down and unbuttoned his shirt. Tyler then took it off.

Dawn looked at his hard black muscles. She smiled at Tyler.

She then reached down and ran her fingers through his hard chest.

Tyler then reached up with his hands and slowly began to unbutton Dawns blouse. Dawn started to breath a little heavier.

As Tyler opened her blouse he saw her breasts in her white bra. He looked up at Dawn as he then reached in and slowly caressed her breasts.

Dawn began to have mixed emotions about this, she had never let anyone except for her husband to touch her like this.

But she was also getting really aroused by Tyler's touch.

Dawn then looked over at Paul and saw him looking at her and smiling. Dawn then smiled back.

Shawna had now gotten her top off along with Paul's shirt. She was now reaching around her back and unhooking her bra.

Paul took his eyes off of his wife for a moment, as Shawna revealed her big breasts. She had to be at least a C-cup.

Shawna smiled at Paul and then she laid her hand around Paul's neck and slowly motioned him down to her breasts.

Paul then started to caress her right breast as he planted his lips around her big nipple. He began to suck on her tits.

A bit later, Shawna began to unzip Paul's pants. Paul dropped back as Shawna pulled his pants off of him.

Shawna looked up at Paul as she reached inside of his underwear and pulled out his hard dick.

Shawna got a smile on her face as she opened her mouth and got her lips around Paul's cockhead.

"Mmm." Shawna moaned as she started to suck him.

"Ahh." Paul started to breath heavier.

As Shawna was giving him head, he looked over at Tyler and Dawn.

Tyler had removed his pants and Dawn had gotten her bra off. Tyler had his hands all over Dawns soft breasts. He was squeezing and sucking them.

"Ohh." Dawn moaned as Tyler squeezed her nipples.

Tyler then started to unzip Dawns pants. Dawn noticed this, so she stood up and let her pants fall to the ground.

By doing so she revealed her beautiful ass which was only covered by a thong.

"Very nice." Tyler said as he planted his hands on her firm ass.

Dawn smiled.

Tyler then took Dawns hand and laid it on the big bulge on his boxers. Dawn felt his big cock inside of his underwear.

Dawn looked at Tyler as she sat down between his legs. She then reached up and slowly pulled down his boxers.

As she pulled them down, out popped Tyler's 10 inch black cock.

"Wow." Dawn let out.

Dawn looked at it as she then slowly reached up and took a hold of it.

She had never seen a black cock before, much less touched one. She started to stroke it, moving her hand up and down its length.

Dawn then looked up at Tyler.

"Go ahead." Tyler told her and gave her a smile.

Dawn then leaned forward and slowly parted her lips and took his big cockhead into her mouth.

It was a little bit bigger then she was used to. But she soon started to suck on his head. Dawn moved her tongue around it as she started to move her mouth up and down on it.

Paul saw his wife having her lips around Tyler's black cock. This was making him a little jealous, but mostly he was getting harder and harder by watching his wife with Tyler.

Paul then saw Tyler and Dawn stand up.

"Do you want the bedroom or the couch?" Tyler then asked Shawna.

"You take the bedroom, we'll be fine here on the couch." Shawna told Tyler.

Dawn looked at Paul, and Paul then smiled and nodded. Dawn smiled back.

Paul then saw his almost naked white wife going into the bedroom with this black male. And it was actually turning him on more and more.

A minute later Shawna stood up and pulled down her panties.

Paul looked at Shawna as she smiled at him and moved up onto his lap. Paul took a hold of Shawna as she slowly sunk herself down onto his hard dick.

"Ohh." Shawna moaned as she started to move her hip up and down.

"Ah." Paul began to grunt as Shawna started to pump him more and more.

But almost all that Paul could think about, was his wife in the bedroom with Tyler. And it was making him soo hot.

"Ahh." Paul then grunted as he started to cum.

"Ohh yeah baby." Shawna moaned as Paul came.

A few moments later they started to get dressed.

"Do you want another drink?" Shawna asked Paul.

"Ok." Paul said.

Paul then started to hear noises from the bedroom. It sounded like a bed moving, and some loud moans.

He could hear that it was Dawn who was moaning. Tyler was probably fucking her.

Paul was starting to get a bit more jealous now. But the thing he was jealous about, was the fact that he couldn't see his wife with Tyler.

Paul wanted to watch his wife as Tyler pounded her.

"You better get comfortable Paul, Tyler can go on for at least an hour more." Shawna told Paul.

As Shawna and Paul sat there on the couch, they listened to the grunts and moans coming from the bedroom.

Then about forty minutes later they heard all the noises calming down, and soon after, the bedroom door opened and Dawn and Tyler came out.

Dawn was naked, and her hair was all roughed up as she walked over to the couch where she had her clothes.

Dawn smiled at Paul. Paul noticed that she had a little trouble walking. Tyler must have done her real hard.

Dawn then got dressed.

Ten minutes later as they were getting ready to leave.

"We had a great time." Paul told them.

"Yes we really did." Dawn smiled.

"Yes, we'll have to doing again some time." Tyler said.

"Yes." Paul said.

"Well bye." 

"Bye." They all said as Paul and Dawn walked out to the Taxi that was waiting.

On the way home, Paul and Dawn looked and smiled at each other, not saying a word.

Then as they got home.

"So honey, how was it." Asked Paul.

"It was great." Dawn told him.

"I told you it would be fun." Paul said.

"Yeah, but I must admit that I was really nervous at first." Dawn told Paul.

"You looked awesome with Tyler." Paul said.

"You think so." Dawn asked.

"Yeah, but I wish I could have seen you with him in the bedroom." Paul told Dawn.

"Really, you want me to tell you about it." Dawn then said.

"Oh yes." Paul said.

Dawn smiled.

That night Paul and Dawn had some awesome sex.

The days that followed, Dawn would tell Paul a little more of her time in the bedroom with Tyler. And each time they would have some great sex. Paul really got turned on by his wife's talk.

Then one morning a week later just before Paul was going to work.

"Are you sure about this." Dawn asked Paul.

"Yes, I am." Paul said.

"Don't you want to honey?" Paul then asked Dawn.

"Sure I want to." Dawn said.

"It'll be great." Paul told his wife.

"Well ok." Dawn said with a smile on her face as she kissed her husband.

"I love you." Dawn told Paul.

"I love you too." Said Paul as he went out to his car and drove to work.

Hours flew by.

At three O'clock that day, Paul was on his way home.

As he was driving into his neighborhood, he saw Dawn getting into a taxi.

"Where could she be going?" Paul said out loud.

Paul decided to follow her to see where she was going.

He followed the taxi for about twenty minutes. Then he saw the taxi pull up next to Tyler and Shawna's house.

Paul parked his car a bit away from their house.

He watched as Dawn got out of the Taxi and walked up to the house. Someone opened the door and Dawn went inside.

"What could she be doing here?" Paul said to himself.

Paul then decided to sneak up to the house and find out. As he got up to the house, he saw Tyler walking into the bedroom.

Paul then snuck around back. The bedroom had windows on the backside of the house.

Paul's heart was racing as he came closer to the windows.

As he got back, he took a peek inside. There he saw Tyler as he laid in the bed wearing only a pair of boxers.

Then a few minutes later the bedroom door opened, and Shawna and Dawn walked inside. They were both only wearing a robe.

Shawna and Dawn now stood in front of Tyler as they both opened their robes.

Paul was rather stunned by this.


A Swing and a...



The drive to the party had been one for the books. Ray and Debra had fought the entire way. Ray's mother had again insulted his wife when they dropped the kids off to spend the night. Again commenting on how long the twin's hair had gotten and asking if Debra had gotten them matching dresses. Debra didn't take it lightly that Marie had spoken about their son's hair that way, again. 

Ray hadn't spoke up to his Mother in support of his wife, which just upset Debra even more. The ride over had been full of Debra's angry rant about Marie, Ray foolishly tried to defend his mother. By the time they arrived at the party they weren't even speaking to each other. Ray had made a snide remark on the walk to the door that he knew who was going to get smashed at the party, to which Debra replied maybe he should try it just before the door opened and their host greeted them to the party.

Rick greeted them warmly and thanked them for coming. Ray thought he caught Rick looking Debra over and giving her a once over with his eyes. He couldn't blame him she was a beautiful woman and Ray often wondered why she had married him. At 5'2" and just 98 lbs. her 34C -26 - 32 frame wrapped in the sexy red dress was something to behold. Debra had gone to her hair stylist earlier in the day and had her bottle red hair made up to frame her beautiful face perfectly. Her diamond stud earrings, pearl necklace and red painted lips topped off her amazing appearance. 

Neither Ray nor Debra knew Rick or Sharon very well and had only gotten to talking to the couple at their daughters softball games. Allie, Ray and Debra's daughter, had become good friends with their daughter Elizabeth, and so they had invited one another over for dinner twice the third event had been to this party. Ray had been given a written invitation at one of Allie's softball practices after talking to Rick for a while waiting for the practice to end. Ray had been distracted with the zipper on his jacket and hadn't paid much attention to the talk before Rick offered him the invitation, nor had he made it home with it, having lost it somewhere between the field and home. Had he paid attention to Rick that night or allowed Debra to see the invite then the couple might have had an idea what they had been invited to. 

Ray had told Debra about it when he got home but Debra had to call to find out the when and where. She had called Sharon and gotten that information but had to hang up the phone when Ray's parents showed up with friends without calling ahead. Sharon had just told Debra to wear something sexy when Ray's parents showed up. Debra hadn't heard anything else Sharon told her before she had to hang up to deal with the intrusion. Had she not been distracted by her mother she might have heard Sharon ask her if she knew it was a Key party and what that meant. She might also have responded differently when Sharon asked her if she and Ray had been swinging long. Instead she answered "yes, yes I will have to see you at the party. We're really looking forward to it, see you tomorrow night. Sorry I have to go." 

Now angry and at the party Debra quickly made her way to the kitchen after Rick told her they had the bar setup in there. He then held out a hat and asked Ray if he wanted to put his keys in. Ray looked at the 7 sets of keys in the hat and thought what the hell he would get just as drunk as his wife. If getting drunk was fine for her it had to be fine for him and hell, she suggested it. They didn't live to far away and the cab ride home wouldn't be that much. Deciding he too would get drunk he dropped his keys in the hat and headed for the bar himself.

Debra already had a screwdriver in her hand by the time Ray made it to the kitchen for a beer. He looked to her and saw her angry glare as she stormed off to the living room with the other women. Ray made his way out back to the deck with the guys. Rick and several of the men hung out around the grill talking about one another's wives and girlfriends. Ray couldn't believe some of the things said about Rick's wife and her oral skills by many of the other husbands. Ray had started talking college football with Reggie a friend of Rick's and former college player. He was asked several questions about Debra from the other husbands but usually responded with smart ass remarks about how cold and frigid she was when asked about her bedroom habits. The beers flowed freely till after dinner when Rick broke out the scotch and then the men moved into the den. 

Debra found the girl talk at the party very frank as the woman openly discussed and commented on each other's husband's endowments in the crudest of manners. Ann and Sharon seemed to know a lot about one another's husbands' sexual prowess. Sue a woman Debra had just met at the party had been going on to Debra about how cute Ray looked. Debra rebuffed Sue's suggestion and tried to explain what an idiot he was.

When she talked to Ann after her fourth stiff drink Ann pointed out Debra was hitting the booze pretty hard and noting she had to get blitzed at her first couple of these parties. She asked Debra if this was Ray and hers first party. Debra replied no of course not, she was just drinking because Ray was an idiot. If Debra wasn't already so inebriated she might have given their conversation more thought. Instead she went on to bitch about Ray some more to this woman she had just met. Another new acquaintance of Debra's a single woman named Jill offered Debra a little white pill explaining it would help with the hangover and make the night more enjoyable. Debra gave it a look turning it over in her palm and thinking it looked like the pain aids she bought at the gas station they too advertised to help with hangovers and popped it in. She washed it down with the last of her fifth drink.

Debra had gotten blitzed by the time Sharon served dessert. She danced with the other women to songs on the radio and glared at Ray every chance she got, but never said a word to him. She was too drunk to understand what was happening when Sharon asked her to pick a key from the old cowboy hat. Explaining that since it was Ray's and hers first time at one of their parties she got first pick. Debra simply reached in and finding a single key attached to a fuzzy rabbits foot pulled it out without giving it a thought.

"Oh Deb you lucky girl you picked Rick you're going to be so happy you did." Sharon said leading the very drunk Debra by the arm to the Den. "Oh Rick guess whose key little Debra here pulled out of the hat." Sharon said entering the den with Debra in tow. 

"I don't call it my lucky rabbits foot for nothing!" he said to the jeers of the other men while taking Debra by the arm. Leaning in close to her wrapping his arm around her tiny waist he asked her "I like to be nice and share at these things, how about you?" 

"Yes, I share. I like to be nice and share." Debra said clueless to the meaning of the question or what was about to happen.

"Great! So let's establish your boundaries. You have any limits or boundaries your uncomfortable breaking at the party tonight? Any personal limits, boundaries you don't want to break?" He asked and waited for an answer. After several seconds without a response he added "Anything you and Ray have agreed is off limits?" Rick asked her seeing his wife Sharon lean in to hear Debra's answer.

Debra very drunk and confused heard the question as if Ray controlled her. "Ray can kiss my ass! Taking his mother's side over mine I swear I would be amazed if even had a pair." She slurred drunkenly. 

"So you're good with me and any of the other guys who might be interested?" he asked excitedly looking first at Debra then to Sharon. Neither had any idea she was clueless as to what was being asked of her. They had both been swinging for more than five years and had encountered more than one young housewife who had to muster her courage from drink.

"Yea I'm fine with you guys. It's Ray I have a problem with." She muttered taking the final swig of her very stiff screwdriver and glaring at Ray. She had made it herself and the orange juice was more to hide the fact is was mostly just vodka, her eighth in just less than three hours. 

Sharon took the empty glass from her wobbly hand and smiled at her overly happy husband and said "Oh you lucky, lucky man. You and your friends get her and you still have me." She told her husband and winked at Ben whom she had been with several times in the past.

"Great guys she's good with it give us half an hour or so." He called back to the men in the room while leading Debra out of the den and then scooping her up in his arms carrying her up the stairs.

"Oh I can't wait to get busy with you Deb. Tell me you like being tied up?" he asked pulling her close to his face as they made it to the top of the steps.

"Yea, Yea I do." She answered in her drunken state lost in his eyes not sure just what was going on. Still not registering what he was talking about. "I like to keep busy."

"Oh don't you worry we'll keep you busy." Rick said now standing in front of his master bedroom. He lowered her back to her feet gently and opened the double doors to his bedroom suite. 

Those words ended as his left hand was softly placed in the middle of her back and pulled the zipper on the back of her red dress down. He pulled the dress off Debra as she stood before him drunk and shocked by what was happening. Rick knew he had a wild one staring at the young mother now wearing only a black Victoria's Secret corset with matching garter belt, hose and panties. 

Rick dug in scoping the petite woman back into his arms and kissing her passionately on the lips. Debra was lost in the moment. She had no idea what was happening and as drunk and confused as she was she did what came natural. She kissed him back as his hands began exploring her body. 

Back in the den Ray had asked what was going on after watching Rick walk up the stairs with his wife in his arms. He was told to relax he would get his turn soon enough. Ray started to get up but fell back down far too drunk to stand. Ray didn't drink much of the hard stuff and had drank several glasses of Scotch he had been given along with a shot of Jose. The combination had knocked him on his ass. Another glass of Scotch was handed to him as someone asked him his thoughts on the Mets prospects for the next season. His cloudy mind had already lost track of his thoughts of concern for his wife and he passed out before finishing his drink.

Debra's mind was lost in a cloudy state as well. She wasn't sure when they had made it to the bed or when Rick had removed his pants and feed his hard cock into her mouth. She was however keenly aware when he slipped first one and then a second finger into her slick cunt. She was really enjoying his handy work when he slipped off the bed and walked to the dresser. Debra said nothing as he pulled several lengths of rope from the bottom drawer and returned to her side. 

She told him "No" as he slipped the rope around her elbows after pulling them behind her back. He slapped her butt playfully and told her to "Shut it. She knew she wanted it." as he bound both her arms behind her back securely. 

She was still in a daze when he dropped her to the mattress again and moved between her legs. When had he taken off her panties she wondered as he ran his stiff cock back and forth across her glistening pussy? He teased her with the hardness of his massive cock as he ran it over the lips of her puckering sex tempting to enter her at any moment. In the middle of a long passionate kiss he finally sank into her womanhood gingerly several times before spearing in as far as he could. He then rolled her over so she was riding him. She couldn't help but pant as he began thrusting into her. His strokes so strong and powerful sending waves of pleasure thru her body, she closed her eyes lost in the moment.

She wasn't sure his endowment was any longer or thicker than Ray but he sure felt better than Ray, she thought not realizing the effects of the pill she had taken earlier.

The thrusting continued driving her wild as this virtual stranger made love to her helpless body. She was so lost in the moment the waves of passion and feelings of helplessness from being bound flowing in her. She lost track of everything around her until Rick flipped her back over to her back and really started thrusting into her even more powerfully. He pulled her breast free of the corset and suckled them aggressively as he drove into her with total abandon.

She opened her eyes again as she felt the powerful stream of sperm fired from Ricks cock hosing down her womb. "Sorry I forgot to ask did I need to wear a rubber?" he asked staring down at her.

"To late. Too late, it's too late. It doesn't matter anymore" She mumbled as he climbed off her.

She looked up still confused when she saw Ann's husband pull the condom off his already hard cock. 

"Great I was hoping for this chance all night." Ron said as he climbed on top of Debra and slid into her already well used cunt. Debra began looking around the room shocked to see Blair sucking Rick's single friend Tony. She also saw Reg a large black man whom had been introduced to her as one of Ron's friends getting undressed behind him. Barry the other black man at the party grabbed her hair and fed his dark black phallus into her mouth.

Instinctively Debra began sucking the thick black cock as she slid back and forth on her bound arms under Ron's steady thrusts. Her drunken mind thinking back to the first time she was enjoyed by two men at once.

Her sophomore year of college she had attended a frat party. As a cheerleader she was always being asked to them and rarely attended. She had decided to go to this one after her older sister, the bad girl of the family had just totaled her new car and their father had bought her another without batting an eye. 

Debra was so angry at her father this was just like him. Her own car had been hit months earlier by someone else while it was parked and her father left her dealing with the insurance company to get it fixed, it still wasn't. To get even with her father she decided to go be crazy at a wild frat party. It seemed like a logical reaction to an angry young lady. 

She had got drunk that night as well. She woke up while being tag teamed by a couple of frat boys. The two she woke up to taking her at both ends were followed by four more before she was allowed to get up and run out. She had grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and fled as soon as the chance presented itself. She never recovered the dress or underwear she had worn that night and she never told anyone what she had allowed to happen to her. She didn't consider it rape she had knowingly got drunk and had hoped it would punish her father. It was she who was punished for her actions.

Her thoughts returned to the present Barry flooded her mouth with his sperm. The taste was so vile she had forgotten how bad she thought it tasted not having sucked Ray to orgasm ever. Ron told Barry to help him flip her up on top. Soon she was straddling Ron his penis buried inside her as he told her to ride him. She tried to move up and down on top of him but was so drunk and tired she didn't have much strength. Barry had pulled her head down and to the side and thrust his cock back into her mouth. Ron began fondling her perky breast and leaning up to kiss and suck the tender orbs.

Her mind returned to the second time she was taken by multiple men it was at a rock concert over the summer between her junior and senior years of college. She was again angry with her father over what she perceived to be his favoring of her sister and had become a fan of a hard rock band he hated. She had become infatuated with the bands lead singer like millions of other young woman to her fathers dismay. He hated the band for its music and behavior, always in the news for their errant actions, and that of their fans. Debra had gone to two of their concerts already before scoring tickets right next to the stage. 

She had seen other girls flash their tits at the band and get taken up on stage. So on the night of the concert she had gotten very drunk and accepting a joint at the concert very stoned. An hour and a half into the concert she flashed her tits at the band. She caught the attention of many men around her but seemingly none of the band. She flashed them repeatedly throughout an entire song and still nothing. She caught the lead singer and the man she desired, staring at another flasher a few rows over and knew she had to take it up a notch. As the band started what she knew was one of its final songs she peeled her top off and threw it at the lead singer. Drunk and stoned her aim left a lot to be desired. Her bad throw landing her shirt on the face of the bands bass player a good twenty feet from the lead singer. 

To her amazement it had the desired affect and a roadie was quickly helping her on stage. Although she tried to make her way to the lead singer once on stage she discovered he had the other flasher keeping him company and the Bass player was giving her his full attention. She danced on stage to the final two songs as many in the crowd flashed photos of the show and her brazen nakedness. She was led off stage by the bass player and back to the bands dressing rooms. To her disappointment the bass player and drummer shared a dressing room, but the object of her desire was not there. She asked about seeing him while the overly excited bass player kissed and fondled her. Both he and the drummer repeatedly asked her to return to the hotel room with them and after being promised they would introduce her to her crush she agreed. 

She had given both men blowjobs on the ride back to the hotel in the limo. It was in the limo she snorted her first line of coke. By the time they had reached the hotel she was even more wasted than at the concert. Back in the men's hotel room she was used to the duo's content while she was under the drug and alcohol's affect. The two band members tired of her after a few hours and called a roadie to get rid of her. 

The roadie took her from their room to his own and he and his roommate enjoyed the band members hand me downs as they had so many times before. In their room Debra experienced her first anal sex as she came down from her drunken stupor. They took her both at once one pounding her pussy from below her while his friend worked his cock into her virgin ass from above. She screamed and begged them to stop which lead them to stuffing her mouth with a wash cloth to silence her. After each man came in their respective orifice they swapped positions and did it all over again. 

Not wanting any trouble from her they shot her up with heroin and took turns anally raping her for the remainder of the night. She remembered being bound to a table part of the night but passed out during the ordeal. She awoke the next day wearing only one of the bands t-shirt. Having been awoken next afternoon when room service came to clean the room. The band had left town on their bus hours before she was disturbed. It was a rough few days for her coming down from the drugs and suffering the pain from being repeatedly violated anally by the roadies. She had gone home to seek her mother's comfort but couldn't bring herself to confess what had happened to her. Luckily her mother didn't pry but she overheard her father say to her mother a week later "It taught her right. What did she think going to one of those concerts?" She always wondered if her father had any idea what she had been through and if he had would he have still said it.

Back in the present Ron had finally unloaded his full load of semen in her unprotected womb and dropped her to the bed. This made way for Barry he dragged her to the side of the bed and lifted one of her legs into the air and began pounding her for all she was worth. His efforts lasted only a few minutes before he two filled her with his full load of black seed. Now with the cum of three men dripping from her cunt Barry let go of her leg and let her hang off the side of the bed.




A Swing and a...



Debra tried to catch her breath and find a comfortable position with her hands bound behind her. Her respite was brief as Reg climbed on the bed and grabbing a handful of her hair roughly pulled her head to the side and his thick hard cock. She struggled to get away from him and catch her breath as he slammed deep into her mouth. Tony then took position between her legs and slammed into her womanhood forcing streams of cum from her filled cavern. She was still struggling to break free of Reg and breath minutes later when Tony seemingly asked the room. "She didn't say any of her holes are off limits right?" 

"Nope everythings in play." Came a female voice in reply Debra wasn't sure from who.

"Good cause her puss has seen a lot of action. I think I'm going to have to stretch that sphincter to get my rocks off." Tony said pulling out of her and spreading her legs even wider apart. Tony quickly slid two fingers into her cunt cupping as much jizz with his fingers as he could. He then worked the slimy fingers into her ass. Debra squirmed and tried to protest but her weak attempts to dislodge Reg's cock from her mouth continued to prove futile. 

After a pathetic attempt to lube her ass Tony began pressing his hard cock at her sphincter slowly working his way in. Debra had allowed others over the years to fuck her ass and although she had learned to accept it she had never enjoyed it. This time started off like all the others slight pain, discomfort, an uncomfortable feeling in general. This time however because of either the alcohol or the pill or partial asphyxia from Reg choking her with his cock she started to get a warm feeling. Soon the pain and discomfort subsided and she was reluctantly enjoying the rubbing feeling of the penis working its way in and out of her anal passage. The feeling was short lived however as Tony lasted only five minutes in her ass before its tight warm folds forced his seed from his member. He quickly pulled out as his sperm shot across her cunt as he stood over her.

When Tony finally finished shooting his seed on her he moved away from the bed dressed and left the room. Reg his cock still forced down her throat reached behind her and pulling her to her side untied her arms and drug her to the middle of the bed with him. She was too tired to protest as he took her corset completely off her. Next he called for them to start the game. Debra lay still as a blindfold was placed over her eyes. Next Reg worked his way in behind her as she lay on her side. He quickly worked his impressive cock into her already stretched ass. Next he pulled her over on top of him and pushed her up on top of his cock.

Next Reg called for who was first. He then explained Debra had to guess who was fucking her pussy. It took several minutes but finally she felt someone else climb on the bed and try working their way into her pussy. It didn't go easy as Reg tried walking the second person into position. Finally with two cocks buried in her Reg asked Debra to guess who was fucking her? Drunk and tired Debra answered with the first name that entered her mind. "Robert?" she said to the laughter of everyone in the room.

"No! Who the hell is Robert?" Reg asked after laughing. Debra remembered causing them all to laugh again after saying "Frank?" before everything went black from exhaustion. She hadn't passed out per say and remembered at least two others fucking her and being asked to guess who? But she was far to out of it to even respond.

Her next memory was of being helped into a cab, a passed out Ray next to her. Her dress had been put back on her but her corset, garter and stockings had been placed in a bag for her. She noted later her panties were missing.

She and Ray had trouble getting from the cab to the house. She had at least been able to make it to the bedroom before passing out Ray had fallen over on the couch and was out.

She woke the next morning covered in cum and as sore as she could ever remember. She looked up from the bed wondering how last night had happened and just how many men she had sex with at the party. Looking up from the bed she saw Ray staring at her and she knew he was wondering the same thing from the look on his face. In his hand a note stating just how much fun everyone had had and reminding them of next month's party.



A Swing Door Opens Wider



Tim had enjoyed Linda so much the first time that he knew he would try her again. This story tells how he enjoyed her once more. After that first time when we actually swapped mates, it was obvious that each of us would want the other again, and this is how it happened. Believe it or not, more than six years later, Tim gave my wife a final fuck more than two thousand miles from where this occurred. Linda swore that it was as good as or better than it had been the first time or the time described in this story. Remember, they are all true. So was the enjoyment.

2a Tim Again

Tim had fucked her before, but it was while we were doing it as a foursome, although in different apartments, his and ours. Of course I loved the idea of doing Laura while he fucked Linda. Linda was nervous. Today was the first time she knew I would be watching as another man fucked her. She had fought the idea of letting him come over by himself. Laura hadn't been able to come, but she didn't mind her husband coming over and getting a little without her. When Tim had called and explained that he would like to come over, I had spent hours encouraging her to say yes. She wasn't happy about it at all, although Mike had been fucking her for weeks before she told me, and I had told her that I heartily approved of her having other lovers. The idea of doing it right in front of me was hard for her to accept although Tim had fucked her before. She still found it difficult to believe that I liked the idea of watching another man fucking her without my getting a little too. 

I couldn't object to it at all. I was already planning to get some of Laura's pussy after Tim finished with Linda. And, as I had told Linda before, there was nothing I liked better than slipping my dick into her pussy and finding a thick, heavy load of hot cum already in her.

Freshly bathed and perfumed, she met him at the door. She wasn't dressed particularly unusually. She wore a thin white cotton top over one of the soft lace bras I had bought for her for just such occasions after learning that Mike had finally gotten to her. They held her 42DD breasts up, but didn't prevent a man's hands from feeling the warmth and fullness that all of us like so much. She had on a full skirt that we both knew made it easy for a man to get beneath it and feel the even warmer cozy nest of pussy pelt that hid the secret to a man's happiness. She even wore panties, despite my objections, but there were some things that at this early stage of our experiences that she just wouldn't give up. She had on thigh-high hosiery that gave her legs that sleek, shiny look I loved and then put on the high heeled pumps I liked to see her wear. They always made her legs look beautiful beneath that full skirt.

Tim didn't give her time to say a word before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her with one of those hot, passionate French kisses that got my wife hot the first time he kissed her at the party. From where I was sitting I could see their mouths joined like the open hoses of two vacuum cleaners, their jaws working against each other as their tongues met and dueled for supremacy. I would have guessed that it was a tie. Even as tightly as he was holding her, I could see the material of her blouse being pulled toward her left breast as Tim squeezed and fondled her, knowing how much she liked a man to play with her tits. At first her arms were at her sides, locked by his, but as the kisses and foreplay continued her arms went around his hips pulling him toward her even more tightly. Her hands moved further down, over Tim's ass, urging him closer. It was the first time I had really seen her reacting so overtly to the passions a man stirred in her, and I loved it. Her own pelvis was tilted and pushing against his throbbing cock, still hidden by his trousers, but I knew she was feeling that hardness against her belly.

"Hi, sweetie," he managed to say as he finally released her breast and let his hands slide down to cup the softness of her ass. He pressed his crotch against her, looking into her eyes, his already sparkling with anticipation that I realized was already met by my wife's. Despite all the protestations of "doing it" with Tim before, the lust that had been building steadily since the first time Mike had fucked her was coming to the fore. I began to realize that I had let a genie out of her bottle - and I didn't want to contain her again.

"Hi, Earl. Sorry Laura couldn't come. She had an appointment she had to meet. She should be back in a couple of hours though. I guess that we'll just have to share Linda, won't we?" he asked, remembering how Linda had told him about my having screwed her the rest of the morning after I had worn Laura's beautiful snatch into submission. Linda had come home with an enormous load of Tim's cum in her and it had been enough to excite me even more than the first time Mike had screwed that hot pussy of hers. He ignored the hard look Linda gave him

Without another word, he put his arm around my wife's waist and led her over to the couch opposite me. They sat down side by side. Tim's arm was draped over my wife's shoulders, one hand resting on her breast. Despite her previous protestation, the swollen nipples were visible through Linda's thin bra. They thrust hard against her blouse, telling me easier than words that she had been excited by his greeting. She didn't object when his hand gave her breast a none too gentle squeeze.

We exchanged a few mundane comments, but this wasn't the time for talking. We all knew it. Before long the soft words were between him and my wife.

"Miss me?" he asked, taking her hand in his and resting it lightly on his thigh. Linda only nodded, unsure of her voice. She wasn't very happy doing this with me in the same room with her, but she had promised and I intended to hold her to it. Tim had that effect on her. She had known from the first time they had met that he wanted to fuck her and reluctantly she had admitted that she wanted him. That first time, with the four of us in their living room had almost reached that point, but she had managed to pull away just before it got to the point where we were now. After swapping mates for the night, she had admitted enjoying Tim's hard dick pumping cum into her cunt while I did the same for Tim's wife, and it left both of them ready for more, lots more.

I knew it almost had to happen again after that first night, but even I was surprised at how soon - just two days - it had been before he had Laura convincing my wife that he must have her again and promising to "even the score” when she was available. I really don't think it took much persuasion. Linda had told me of how long he had spent on her belly (and I suspected how long she had ridden him), ecstatic in his enjoyment of my wife's bountiful boobs.

Already he was weaving his spell over her. His hand was squeezing her breast harder. He turned his upper body toward her and began kissing her just as he had at the door. Her head sagged back against the back of the couch, eyes closed, as his tongue circled and struggled with hers. I watched my wife's hand tightening on Tim's thigh, only inches from the end of his already engorged cock. A spot of wetness signaled his readiness on his khaki pants. There was the unmistakable smell of lust in the air. Tim lifted his other hand and slipped one button from the eyelet across the taut line of her blouse where her breasts stretched it to the maximum. Her blouse sprang open like it welcomed the release, showing the center opening closure of her snow white bra. The lace cupping her breasts couldn't hide the warm pink flesh beneath, or the darker circle of her aureoles, tipped with hardened nipples that stood even higher and prouder. His hand reached higher and opened the next button above it from its captivity. From top to bottom, the cleavage separating my wife's breasts was open to his admiration. I watched as his hand slid into the opening in her blouse to cup her breast through the bra's cup. His kisses alone had been enough to forge her nipples into a hardness of passion, but now, through the thin fabric of her blouse and the bra covering it, I could see her right nipple lengthen and press even harder against its restraints. 

Linda moaned deep in her throat as she felt Tim's warm hands covering her breast. Her back arched as she pressed that breast against the palm of his hand, urging him to take it as a gift to be worshipped. His hand retreated, back to the four hooks and eyes that held her bra together. He slowly began unfastening them, one at a time until, like the blouse, my wife's bra sprang back allowing her magnificent breasts to fall free onto her chest. Tim didn't waste any time once they were free. He cupped the right one from beneath almost as though weighing it as he fondled the softness. His head bent forward, covering first one nipple, then the other in long, suctioning kisses to tell her how much he liked these luscious melons. Tim, like me was a tit man and, since his wife had only a paltry 34B front, he was entranced by Linda's bountiful beauties. I smiled at my wife's lover, as his head switched from one nipple to the other, sucking and lapping at the feast of flesh.

Linda gave me that long, slow, dreamy eyed smile which told me that she liked what he was doing with her. My wife's breasts are very sensitive and once caressed by a man's hand, they become the center of her erotic being, for a while. One hand curled around the bottom of her breast, lifting it for Tim's attention. The other, which had been in Tim's lap until he began using both of his to fondle those lovelies, now was clutching his thigh as his ministrations excited her. I saw it slip higher along the inside of his thigh, over the wetness at the tip of his still encased cock, and then clamp down tightly, outlining the thick, long tube of male muscle that he had fed her before. She knew what was there and how to get it. Tim moaned with pleasure. His mouth was full of her succulent breast flesh, one hand squeezing the opposite one, gently but firmly, while his other hand went to his zipper. The sound of its slowly opening was music to my ears and I'm sure to Linda's too. Tim had helped her by unzipping the long fly of his trousers, but she wanted to help herself. Her hand moved from his thigh to inside the fly and I could see it trying to wrap itself around his organ. She couldn't of course. He was much to large for that, but she struggled against its stiffness until she managed to pull it from his trousers and expose the glistening head to the light of day as she had done the first time he fucked her. She was looking at me as she leaned forward slightly and whispered an invitation in his ear. Tim didn't need to be asked twice. The hand which had opened his fly was already under my wife's skirt, sliding up the inside of her thigh, heading for the loveliest of portals barely hidden by the now transparent tricot covering of her crotch. He stood up, still reluctant to release her breast, but smiling his acceptance of her invitation.

"We're going into the bedroom," Linda announced. 

Wild horses couldn't have kept me from following them down the hall to the master bedroom. Tim and Linda were standing next to the bed, his hand cupping one breast as he kissed her. The other pressing hard against her crotch, still hidden by her skirt. I watched him press her backward to the bed and almost fall on top of her. His hand was busy tugging her skirt upward and pulling her panties down at the same time. He didn't even wait to take them from her. Instead he pulled them down far enough to slip his hand between those warm thighs and cover the chestnut mane of her muff. It was my wife's turn to moan her pleasure as she felt Tim's long fingers slide over her cunt, the middle finger slipping into the coral colored slit and then into her to the second knuckle.

She was yanking at his trousers, pushing them down over his hips. They were sliding down his legs, exposing the fact that he wore no underclothing as he stood up momentarily and pulled my wife's skirt and panties from her body. His cock stood like an alert sentry, almost vertical, bobbing with the intensity of the smell of lust, already permeating the room. He fell back on her just as she pulled the facings of her blouse apart, giving him full access to her luscious breasts. Linda held one in both hands as Tim sucked and fondled it with one hand, the other returning to her crotch.

Her legs spread wide as she felt him enter her again, not only with one finger but with three this time, sliding them as far into her as he could, using his thumb to press and agitate her clit as she gasped with pleasure. She turned loose of her breast only long enough to reach for his cock and, finding it, steer it to her hot, juicy hole. Her sigh of pleasure as Tim pressed forward with his hips was a delight to hear, but the sight of the first inch sliding into the warmth of my wife's cunt was enough to send my own cock into spasms. 

I walked over to the bed, watching, as Tim slowly entered her, pushing past the tight ring of muscle guarding her vagina and then deeper, inch by inch. I knelt on the bed and then prostrated myself, aiming for the other breast not in Tim's mouth. Linda knew what I wanted and didn't lose a stroke bucking against her lover's crotch as he probed her depths. Her nipple welcomed me as it had him, standing high and proud, waiting to be sucked into my own hot mouth. I closed both hands around the firm tit and began slowly milking it, pushing the engorged flesh into my mouth until I could not longer contain more, then sucking it slowly while my tongue danced over the throbbing nipple. Tim fucked my wife slowly, exactly as he had found she liked to be screwed, slowly withdrawing his cock then easing it back down into the farthest depths of her pussy until her cervix was penetrated by the swollen knob oozing its passions into her. Her knees raised, begging wordlessly for him to fuck her deeper, and Tim again obliged, this time crushing his dick into her cunt until his balls pressed hard against her pussy, their pubic hair united.

"Oh, damn, Linda," he whispered softly, "I love fucking you."

I knew both he and Linda were near their first orgasm. "I still can't believe how hot this sweet pussy of yours is. I dreamed of fucking you all night." He raised himself to full length over her body, concentrating on not blowing his cum into her immediately.

Looking at me, he chuckled, "Earl, you ought to have been there this morning. I had to fuck Laura for an hour just to take the edge off. She loves the way you screw her, and especially the way you eat her pussy. I promised her that I'd invite you two over tonight so she can get a little for herself and watch me fuck Linda." He looked down at my wife, then down to where they were joined, slowly sinking back into her cunt again, stretching the flesh around their connection, pushing some of the flesh of her lips into the hole with his cock as he sank full depth in her once more, the imminent orgasm passing for a moment.

"She really likes the idea of seeing me sink it into Linda while you fuck her," he managed to say before bottoming out. Linda clawed at his back as she felt his organ swell and he pushed even deeper into her. She was beyond caring that I was watching her and sharing Tim’s delight. Her legs clamped over his back until her ankles and still shod feet locked together. She was panting with the exertion and lust that was consuming her, the heat of her body wafting her perfume over us like a cloud of wonderment, mixed with the even more enticing scent of a sexually aroused woman.

"Yes, yes," she hissed as Tim's strokes lengthened and speeded up. "We'll come over any time if you fuck me like this. It's wonderful!" she gasped, her breath coming raggedly, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. "I can't get enough of you."

I watched a spreading color expand over her chest, and then her breasts, as my wife had her first orgasm of the day with her lover, begging for more. Her legs were jerking on his back, her arms clutching him tightly to her, her eyes were closed and there was a grimace of pleasure on her face as Tim pumped her harder, pushing her own orgasmic juices deeper into her. Still, even he could not prevent the ring of frothy juices from forming at the point he entered her.

"Wow, you're tight!" he managed to exclaim. "I can feel every muscle in your cunt squeezing my cock. I've got to stop for a moment or I'll cum right now and I don't want to do that yet.” Linda's eyes opened slowly. With a final thrust up against his crotch, she held her hips tightly against him, the orgasm slowly fading.

"Why not," she managed to gasp out. "You did it the other night, and it didn't even slow you down."

"I know," he told her, "but I didn't know whether you would accept our invitation for tonight or not and I've got to save a little of this for Laura. She'll want some as soon as I get home and tell her about it."

"Send Earl," my wife said. "He'll take care of her for you, and you can take good care of me." Tom knew a bargain when he heard it. He looked down at his watch, and then turned to me. "She should be home by now....would you really like to go over?” It didn't take a second invitation for me either. Fucking Laura had been an experience I definitely wanted to repeat. Still, leaving this beautiful scene was too much for me to give up easily. My problem was I wanted my cake and I wanted to eat it too.

"How about setting up the video cam and letting it run while you two are enjoying yourself. Then I can run over and see if she's home." I was already scooting off the bed, with a glance over my shoulder to my wife's breast, still wet with my saliva, the nipple standing high and proud from my efforts. Tom reached up and covered it with his hand, letting the nipple push up between his fingers. He smiled again.

"Sounds good to me. Would you mind, honey?"

"Unh unh," Linda said, matching his smile, "as long as you keep this all inside me."

It wasn't a long trip, just two buildings over from our own. I looked for their car and saw it in their carport. Laura was home. She answered the doorbell almost at the first ring, pulling me inside and curling up in my arms, looking up at me. She was still dressed for the appointment that had kept her from joining us this morning.

"I was going to change and see if I could get over there before Tim finished with Linda," she said softly.

"Let me help you," I said, returning the smile, reaching between our bodies to begin unfastening the buttons of her blouse. Laura didn't have much in the way of tits, but they certainly felt good in my mouth or in my hands, and she knew it, pushing hard against my hand when I slipped it between the soft folds of her blouse. Laura's tits were as sensitive as my wife's and, like her, once touched by a man, she could be had easily as Tim had told me the previous night.

"Then come in here and help me," she said, taking my hand and leading me toward their bedroom. 

"Did Tim tell you that we were going to invite you two over here tonight?" she asked, as we undressed each other.

"Unh hunh," I nodded, watching my cock spring free as she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, and pulled them down over my hips. I already had her blouse off. She wasn't wearing a bra. She had only a slip between me and heaven. Her eyes went to my swollen dick. She sat down on the edge of the bed, lifting the slip over her hips. As I peeled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner, I lifted it over her head, leaving her in panties, hose and high heels. She leaned forward, kissing the already oozing head, squeezing it gently between both hands. I groaned as I felt her lips slide over the swollen knob, and the slight friction of her teeth. I pushed her back until she was on her back, kicking off my shoes and getting rid of those constricting trousers.




A Swing Door Opens Wider



"All this is mine," she whispered, her eyes fixed on my throbbing cock, as I knelt astride her. Reaching behind me, cupping that sweet pussy just beneath the fragile tricot, feeling her juices that had left the crotch sopping with cum. She lifted her hips and I peeled her panties from her body. I leaned forward again, kissing her gently, feeling her breasts swell beneath my hands.

"Tim fucked me this morning," she whispered, still clutching my erect rod. "I remember how you ate me the other night after you screwed me. Did you like that?"

"I love eating pussy that's freshly fucked," I grinned. "That's one of the things that really turns me on when someone fucks Linda. I won't suck a cock, but I love eating another man's cum out of her pussy."

"Well, it's not very fresh, but it certainly is hot," she teased, "and I loved the feeling of your mouth on my pussy. Would you like to eat me first?" I didn't even answer. Instead I rolled off of her and lay, face up, alongside her. Taking her hand, I directed her to a straddle position over my chest. The width of my body made her spread her legs wide, opening her beautiful cunt to my adoring eyes.

"Oh, yes, Laura," I managed to say, my gaze never leaving that succulent beaver, "I'd love that!" 

"Then open wide, honey," she whispered, "here it comes." She pulled my arms over my head and knelt over my face. Inches away from that sweet pussy, I could smell the results of their morning coupling. It was a scent that made my cock even harder. I raised my head and kissed that sweet smelling pussy, already wet with the desire we both generated as soon as we had touched. She smiled and lowered herself slowly until the lips of her cunt touched mine. I held her hips and steered her to my mouth as she pulled a pillow up and put it under my head, closing the final gap. My tongue snaked out and touched her at this most sensitive spot on her body. She gasped with the touch, using both hands to pull my head up tighter into her crotch.

"Eat me, Earl, I want to feel your tongue in my box." After the previous night I knew what brought her to orgasm faster than anything else was the pressure of my nose rubbing slowly over her clit while my tongue explored that luscious cavern. I felt that first warm, soupy taste of her husband's cum trickling down over my tongue as I buried it in her snatch. Laura went wild, grinding her juicy box against my lips and tongue, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me even harder against her. She groaned with pleasure as my tongue searched her vagina for the sweet taste of cum. I pressed my nose tightly against her clit and felt it swelling in response as I moved it back and forth.

"Oh, god," she gasped, "I'm cuming already!" 

I could taste her juices sweeter than the sweetest nectar, mixed with her husband's cum, sliding over my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, determined to take as much as I could from this luscious receptacle. Her hips bucked so hard against me they were almost bruising my lips as her pelvis slid back and forth in a sliding motion that soon covered my face with her juices. She was gasping and jerking her body in response. My hands slid up until they covered her breasts. I felt the hardness of her nipples against my thumbs as I stroked and rolled them back and forth.

It took more than five minutes for Laura to climb down from the pinnacle of her orgasmic high. Her hips slowed, but I could feel her breasts pressing tightly against my hands while the last trickling rivulets slipped into my mouth to be savored and swallowed. When it was over for her, she slid down my chest and lay on top of me, kissing my cum coated lips, her body still writhing with pleasure against mine.

"That was beautiful!" she gasped, rolling off me and lying on her back. Her knees were pulled up and in her relaxed position her legs were widely spread. "I wish Tim would eat me like that," she said softly, her breath gradually returning to normal. "He just kisses it a couple of times and then fucks me again."

"I know," I told her, rolling onto my side and covering one breast with my hand, "Linda told me about it when he did her. That's one of the reasons I always muff dive on her. I just can't stand the idea of her having all that good stuff in her without my getting a taste of it. Then, when I ate you, I could see that you enjoyed it. It was beautiful. Linda doesn't care that much for oral sex. I was so glad to see that you liked it.”

She rolled over to face me, closing both hands over the one I had on her breast, looking into my eyes then leaning forward to kiss me. 

"I know. I could tell, and you have no idea how happy it makes me. One of my boyfriends years ago taught me to enjoy it and I was very disappointed that Tim didn't care for it." She smiled again. "But he certainly loves to fuck, and I love that too."

"I could tell," I said, smiling back at her, "and I love it too. It's just that I can't resist the taste of hot cum in a woman's box." I reached down with my other hand and covered her pussy, still wet from my mouth. "I think you're a wonderful screw, Laura."

She raised her hands and stretched, her thighs spreading wider. "Then get with it," she laughed. "I want to feel your big bone in my cunt."

We went at it first in the missionary position, my hands covering and gently squeezing her breasts as I kissed her and felt her hands directing me to the generous opening of her vagina. We both sighed when the swollen cock head slipped into her on the bed of juices, and then slowly spread the tight ring of muscle that guarded her core. Like Linda, Laura had one of those hot boxes that is just a delight to fuck. I didn't have to move as she lifted her legs to cross over my back, and I felt my rigid cock sink deep into that sweet pussy. The residue of Tim's cum and the juices we had generated in Laura made my entry easy. Still, she gasped slightly as I reached her cervix and pressed tightly against it. Within a few strokes she was comfortable again and we resumed the slow movements together that had caused me to fill her with cum the first time I fucked her.

"Oh, wow, this feels wonderful!" Laura gasped between thrusts that she was meeting with equal vigor. "If you were mine, I'd never let you go."

"Are you sure?" I asked with a smile. "I thought you said that you enjoyed watching Time fuck another woman while you got your own jollies."

"Okay, okay, you caught me," she laughed. I like it with other guys too, but you have to admit it's such a beautiful sight watching your wife getting fucked. Linda likes to fuck, doesn't she?"

"Yes, and I love seeing her getting screwed, just like you. It took us a long time to reach the point she was willing to admit she wanted another man to fuck her, but she certainly liked what Tim did to her, and she doesn't mind a little extramarital sex at all now, although she'd never admit it.” 

"With Mike?" she asked. I had to smile. She had suspected for months that Mike was her lover. I nodded.

"Unh hunh,” I answered, realizing that I was giving away one of Linda’s most closely guarded secrets to a woman who would almost certainly use it to become a competitor for Mike’s hard dick. He was the first, but I know now that he won't be the last. Tim gave her a real ride and he's so busy fucking her right now I doubt that either of them will slow down before noon."

"Does Mike fuck her often?"

I laughed. "Every time they have a chance to get together. He's an ass man and likes the feeling of her ass in his hands when he fucks her. She likes the way he makes love to her, taking his time and getting her all hot and bothered before he screws her."

"Like Tim did the other night?" She smiled. I knew that she was fishing. She wanted to know if Linda liked the idea of my fucking Laura.

I nodded. "I thought they were never going to get around to it at first. You had me so hot I wanted to screw you right there and then," I told her, giving her breast a squeeze as I eased in and out of her hot pussy, "but it wasn't quite right yet. I know she had been thinking about it, but the moment didn't come until you called."

"I couldn't go to sleep, Laura admitted. "All I could think of was how good your hands felt on me. I asked Tim if he wanted to fuck Linda and he admitted that he did, so I decided to push it a little."

"I'm glad you did. We were both wide awake. I had already screwed her, but she wanted more. So when I asked her if she wanted to come over while you came over to our house, she was ready."

"I was a little worried. She didn't say anything when we passed." She laughed again.

"She was probably already thinking of how much she was going to enjoy it. She had been so hot when he was dancing with her. Her nipples were still hard when I fucked her. She damn near raped me when we got home. I could see the redness that Tim's hands had left on her breasts, and her crotch was soaked. She wanted him. There was no doubt about that."

I was hard as a rock with just the thought. I laughed. "When I saw you in that slinky little nightgown with nothing beneath it, you almost got screwed right there in the living room."

"I thought about that," Laura sighed. "It wasn't a bad idea, either, but when you took me into the bedroom and began eating me, I couldn't let go of you. If it hadn't gotten light so early, we'd probably still have been at it." Her arms and legs tightened around me again. "I wanted you even more this morning when Tim fucked me and told me that he planned on going over to your house today. I wasn't sure how you would take to the idea of him fucking your wife again, especially since you didn't have anyone to screw, but I couldn't object." She smiled. I felt my cock swelling even more.

"I'm going to make sure now that he keeps wanting to go over there. Don't be surprised if he broaches the idea of a longer swap, like a week together," she giggled.

"Oh man, I'd love that!" I exclaimed, feeling my cock swelling in her ribbed vagina like excited fingers. "I'd fuck you every day, all day, and eat you every time in between." I laughed.

"We're going to do it," she sighed, with a look of determination on her face. She slowly sank back into the luxury of her orgasm, feeling my dick stroking her sweet hole, lubed by the combination of our juices. My hands and mouth worshiped her small but adequate breasts, sucking and pulling on the hard nipples until she could stand it no longer. The combination of knowing her husband was fucking my wife while I took my feast from her own honey hole, and the feeling of our bodies joined as I lay on her belly with my cock wedged tightly in her cunt, sent us over the edge together. We came together, feeling her vagina filled with my own hot cum until it ran from her pussy in a swollen torrent as we clutched each other, mewling meaningless cries. She bathed my cock in her own juices at the end of her vagina. Only when we had slowed and then stopped our mutual lunging and jerking did we roll apart, still cradling each other's head in our arms.

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

"Me too," Laura added, still gasping for breath. "No one has ever fucked me like you do. When you put that thing in me all I can think of is pulling it deeper and cuming with you."

"That's exactly the way I feel. Sinking my dick into you is like sliding it down the most luxurious tunnel in the world. I can feel every muscle in your pussy milking me when we fuck."

Laura rolled over on her side and began toying with my nipples.

"It's almost the same feeling I get when your tongue is in there," she laughed. "I can't even imagine what it would be like to fuck you like this all day and all night too."

"Well you're about to find out," I laughed with her. "It's already three o'clock. We've been at it for over two hours already. Do you think we should give Linda and Tim a call and see if they want to just keep it like this, or would you like to watch him fuck her while I fuck you?"

"Decisions, decisions," she said softly, watching me closely.

"Would it bother you if I said I'd like to watch them going at it?"

"Not at all," she shook her head slowly. "In fact I think I'd enjoy it too."

I smiled when she added, "Why don't you clean me up," she purred, spreading her legs wide, exposing her cum covered bush and the bright river of cum still oozing from her pussy, "and we'll see if they object." She gave me a knowing smile and straddled me again. I certainly didn't want to leave her with all that good cum leaking down her thighs, so I did her again, eating Laura's well filled snatch, tasting my own cum and the residual of what she and Tim had generated earlier filling my mouth again and again.. It had exactly the same effect as before. I sent Laura howling into her third and fourth orgasm, one right after the other, until she couldn't stand it any longer and rolled off me, onto her back. She gasped when I dived between her thighs once more and went at her again.

"We can't have you leaving here all messy, can we?" I asked, lapping at the swollen lips of her pussy as she tried to push me away. I cleaned the cum filled pubic hair of her pussy pelt, sucked cum from her clit and lapped the lips of her pussy until she begged me to stop.

"No more, please, no more. I can't stop cumming," she gasped. 

I smiled at her and got to my knees, reaching for her hands to pull her up into a sitting position.

"Then let's get dressed and go over there," I told her once more. "Maybe you can get Tim to fuck you again." She groaned.

I insisted on helping her get dressed, holding her breasts in place as she put on a bra, continuing to hold them to "steady her" as she pulled on her skirt. I reluctantly turned her loose only when it was impossible for her to dress any further.

"I would never be dressed if you were with me," she said, leaning forward and kissing me as I started to dress. "I want you all the time."

"And I'd be here all the time," I laughed, pushing her back slightly and then kissing her still wet muff. She giggled.

After calling ahead to let them know we were coming, I let us in through our locked front door. The house was quiet except for a soft rustling sound from the bedroom. We walked down the hall together our arms around each other's waists, until we stood in the doorway of our bedroom. 

Linda was on top of Tim, leaning back against his raised knees. I could see his cock pressing hard against the forward part of her cunt, leaving an imprint of its length still inside her. As we watched, Linda leaned forward to get the best leverage on that hard dick still punching her pussy. Tim took one breast in his mouth and was gently grinding the other against the wall of her chest as she slowly rode her private pony. 

"Come on in," she managed to gasp as she noticed us. "Maybe you can take over," she told Laura. "Tim has just about fucked me down." 

Laura smiled, shaking her head. "We just came over to watch and enjoy ourselves. You two look like you're doing just fine. How about it, honey, are you enjoying yourself?"

"I never knew there were so many ways to fuck a woman," Tim answered, his grin spreading from ear to ear as he squeezed my wife's breasts and thrust upward into her cum-covered pussy. "As far as fucking her down, I'm not even close yet."

I notice the strange look Linda gave Laura after her off the cuff remark. She knew that I had been over at Laura's, fucking her for hours, and she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her fucked by another man but something still bothered her. Whatever was the reason, it obviously wasn't going to slow her down. Even as we began talking to each other, clothes coming off once more, joining our mates on the big bed, Linda began the jerking shuddering motions that I knew signaled her orgasm.

Tim responded exactly as I would have hoped. Thrusting up hard into my wife's well filled vagina, splattering the cum that had leaked down into his pubic hair, grinding himself into her own thoroughly soaked snatch.

"Oh, oh, oh," she managed to gasp, leaning back and letting the cum flow down Tim's rigid rod, her head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes closed, savoring the moment as Tim continued to ram his dick into her cunt, holding her down by her hips for better penetration of my wife's pussy. Her vagina full of Tim’s potent seed, she fell forward as the orgasm peaked, giving Tim a mouthful of her breast, held in both hands to his sucking mouth.

Tim was giving a good account of himself as I thrust my cock into his wife's pussy, pounding my cock into her well lubed pussy as she met me more than halfway. I caught her legs in my elbows and almost turned her over onto her head as I fed her cunt in punishing, long, hard strokes. It was the first time all over again. I had fucked her just like this. I think Tim was surprised when his wife began screaming for me to fuck her harder. His hand went out to her, sliding under her head. She caught at it, squeezing it hard as she came again and I fucked her pussy harder. She let his hand drop and I watched it snake down over his belly until she had it caught between her third and fourth fingers, palm up, cupping Linda's cunt while her lover continued fucking her. I hadn't seen that look on Linda's face before. It was months before she would willingly admit that she enjoyed the feeling of another woman's hand on her pussy.

What was an even greater surprise was the look that came over Laura's face as her hand grasped my wife's sodden cunt, now pressed tightly into her palm. Tim continued pounding my wife's pussy, feeding her inches of hard dick without regard for the peaking orgasm that now flooded Laura's palm. Laura's thumb found its way to my wife's clit and began grinding against it, making her orgasm even stronger than Tim's hard dick. Laura had obviously done this before and knew the effect it would have.

Linda leaned forward again, grinding her clit against the rigid thumb that was intensifying her pleasure. Tim caught on immediately and began bucking harder against Linda, driving his wife's thumb even more directly against Linda's clit. Despite the fact that she had just been through an obviously earth shaking orgasm only moments before, I was surprised to see the pre-orgasmic flush creeping up Linda's body signaling another. Laura, seeing the results of her efforts, pushed me back slightly. She twisted her body beneath me until her head rested on her husband's belly. She pushed harder, pressing her head between the two lovers, until she could kiss that inch or so of his cock that wasn’t filling my wife's cunt. What was even more a surprise to me was when my wife smiled and leaned back against Tim's raised knees, giving Laura more latitude to kiss her way up until I could see Laura's tongue exploring that connection, slowly lapping my wife's pussy and her husband's cock.

Linda gasped when she began her next orgasm, just as Tim filled her cunt once more. I saw Laura's lips coated with the cum that poured from my wife's stretched pussy. It seemed like it was never going to stop. Both women were smiling when they slowly broke that connection. I kissed Laura’s cum-coated lips, tasting Linda and Tom’s juices as I squeezed Laura’s now very swollen tits. I didn't see it happen again for a long time, but the wait was worth it. Laura, on her knees now, was thrusting hard against my cock as I gave her my own load of cum.

Hours later, well into the night, we separated once more. I knew it would happen again, Linda wanted more of Tim’s cum in her and I wanted Laura’s sweet pussy juices in my own mouth. I just didn’t know when or how often I would enjoy them, especially watching another man fucking my lovely wife and seeing her squirm in orgasmic bliss.

Linda and Tim made it together frequently during the time we remained at that location. Mike didn’t show any signs of jealousy although there were times when he would fuck Linda through a load of Tim’s cum. It did nothing to reduce his pleasure and Linda couldn’t get enough of her now duet of lovers. What happened next was so surprising that I would never have guessed. That’s “A Swinging Door Opens Wider 3’”, hopefully early next month. Remember these are true stories that show just how easily a door can open for those who read of our adventures.



A Swing



They were completely naked underneath. They now stood in front of him totally naked.

Tyler motioned to them to come over to him.

Shawna crawled up to him on his right side, and Dawn got up on the side that was nearest to the window.

Paul could see his wife's ass and pussy as she crawled up on the bed. Paul had now gotten very exited about what he saw, and he was also rather hard in his pants.

Tyler had started to kiss Shawna whilst Dawn got down next to his boxers. Dawn then took a hold of them and then slowly pulled them down.

She saw his black cock slowly coming into light. Tyler was only semi-hard.

So Dawn grabbed his shaft and started to stroke it. It quickly grew into its full length.

Paul then saw his wife leaning forward and taking it into her mouth. Dawn started to slowly suck on it, using a lot of tongue.

Soon she was bobbing her head up and down over that fat black cock.

Paul felt his own cock starting to feel very uncomfortable inside of his pants, so he unzipped them and let out his dick. He began to stroke it as he watched his wife slobber over Tyler's cock.

A minute later, Shawna joined Dawn in sucking Tyler's hard on.

Paul then saw Shawna say something to Dawn. After that, Dawn got up on her knees on the bed, and then she slowly got her legs over on each side of Tyler.

Paul witnessed as his wife sunk herself down onto Tyler's hard cock. He saw Tyler's organ disappear into Dawn tight pussy.

Paul saw and almost heard Dawn starting to moan.

Dawn had now started to move her hips up and down. She was soon really pumping Tyler.

Paul started to stroke his own cock faster and faster.

He couldn't believe that his wife was fucking this man just in front of him.

Tyler was squeezing Dawns soft tits as she was moving up and down.

A few moments later, Paul saw an expression on his wife's face that he had seen before. He knew what that expression meant.

Dawn was having an orgasm.

Tyler then grabbed a hold of Dawn and flipped her over. He then began to pump her pussy from on top of her.

Paul could see that his wife was really enjoying herself.

Tyler was now pounding Dawn hard whilst kissing his own wife Shawna.

Then a few moments later Tyler said something to his wife, and Shawna then laid down next to Dawn.

Tyler then pulled out his big cock from Dawn and quickly moved up to their faces.

He started to stroke his cock faster and faster. And then it happened.

Tyler started to cum all over Dawn and Shawna's faces. He was spurting load after load of sperm on and into their open mouths.

Paul couldn't hold back anymore, so he shot his load as well.

As Tyler began to slow down, Dawn took his cock and began to suck it clean.

Then a minute later as Paul had zipped up his pants, someone grabbed him from behind.

He turned around and there he saw two cops.

"Get over here you pervert." Said one of the cops.

Before the cops could get their handcuffs on Paul, he managed to knock on the window into the bedroom.

Then as the cops were walking Paul to the front of the house to their car, Tyler came out from the house.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asked the cops.

"One of your neighbors called and said that someone were on your backyard looking into your house." One of the cops told Tyler.

"Well you don't have to take him in, I know him." Tyler told them.

"You don't want us to arrest him." Asked one of the cops.

"No." Tyler told them.

By this time both Dawn and Shawna had come out in their robes.

Dawn ran over to Paul and put her hands around of him.

"Get those cuffs off of him." Dawn told the cops.

"Are you sure you don't want to press charges." One of the cops asked Tyler.

"Yes I'm sure." Tyler told them.

The cops then removed the cuffs and a few moments later they drove away.

"Are you ok honey?" Dawn asked Paul.

"I'm fine." Paul told her.

They all then walked into the house.

A few minutes past and Dawn looked at her husband.

"So, did you enjoy the show?" Dawn asked smiling.

"Oh yes, you were great." Paul said as he gave his wife a kiss.

"And thanks Tyler, Shawna for agreeing to do this." Paul thanked Tyler and Shawna.

"It was our pleasure." Tyler and Shawna told Paul smiling.

"We're just glad that you were able to knock on the window before those cops could take you away." Shawna said.

"Yeah." Paul said as they all started to laugh.

And this was how Paul and Dawn first got into the world of swingers.

And they have had a great time ever since.

THE END



A Swinger's First Vanilla Bar Pick



I am a swinger and no stranger to orgies and group sex or sex with strangers. However, I was a vanilla virgin until recently. For many swingers, vanilla means someone who is not a swinger. I met my husband when I was sixteen years old so I never played in the vanilla world as an adult. I belong to a swinger site and that is a comfort zone for me. My husband and I do things differently - we each have an account on the same site but play separately. We are open on our profiles that we are married and playing separately, and we note the other's user name on the site so everyone knows we do have permission to play. 

I was like a kid in the proverbial candy store when I became a swinger. I am not even sure how high the body count is, maybe best not to know an actual number. I have experiences that have rocked my world and found all my inhibitions flow away and with the right person and the right circumstance, I am experiencing things I never imagined I would even consider. My mind has expanded, I have met the most diverse and amazing people, and my husband and I share our stories, try new things, and our already hot sex life has gone through the roof. I think I have the perfect life.

I never expected in this new world to have relationships. Many formers have become just friends, or remain friends with benefits. I also never imagined falling in love with another man but it happened. I learned, and so did my husband, that we have room in our hearts for more than one person and we can share that with each other. Can it be any more perfect?

By chance I met Levi in a club on the site, not even related to sex. Levi is the hottest guy and we have the wildest adventures together. He is my perfect match on all things intellectual, humor, political, philosophical, literary, and on and on and on. We also found that we share many fantasies, and then whenever we pitch one to the other, it instantly becomes a shared fantasy. He had this vanilla fantasy that we made come true in Vegas and it was so hot and wild!!! 

The fantasy is this - the bar at the hotel we are staying at. I find a vanilla guy and flirt, Levi is nearby so he can watch me in action. I lure the vanilla up to the room and fuck, and as soon as he is done and gone, I text Levi and he comes to the room and we fuck like animals afterward.

Levi and I meet in Vegas once a month and for twenty-four hours or less we fuck ourselves ragged. We might catch a brief nap when the sun comes up. Our time is interspersed with repeatedly fucking each other, and talking like teenagers in love, and hitting a different sex club each time. 

We tried the vanilla fantasy on one trip but I chickened-out. It hit me that there was the very real possibility of rejection and I could not go through with it. Plus, when we would be in too close proximity in a bar, people could pick up that Levi and I have a very palpable chemistry. Once a man to Levi after I had left that he should go after me as he could detect the chemistry. The fantasy did not happen on that trip but we happened on something neither one of us had ever considered or thought interesting, totally spontaneous, and had wild sex afterward so all was not lost. 

The next trip we tried again. I felt so nervous and insecure I went back to the room and said I wanted so much to make this fantasy a reality with Levi (because it turned me on just as much as him) but could not go through with it. I was so upset and Levi was so wonderful and comforting and genuinely did not want me hurt. He is a great protector beyond all the other wonderful things he is to me. In the lifestyle I am a very confident and secure woman, but in the adult vanilla world I was not, and I hated this weak side of myself.

I gave up and told Levi I simply could not make this fantasy come true. He held me and told me the fantasy was not important - he wanted to be with me and for the two of us to have a great time, but not at the expense of self-esteem. Shortly afterward when I felt composed I went down to the casino and sat at a slot machine. Well, giving up on the idea and not forcing it to happen did the trick. Next thing I knew one very hot smokin' vanilla sat down next to me and within five minutes, we were on our way to my room. Totally spontaneous, and I did not have to try! Giving up the expectation and giving up the fantasy was the KEY for it to happen! 

Levi only knew I had disappeared and he missed seeing me flirt with the hot guy. Levi eventually suspected I was in the room and he continually called the room but I did not answer. I kept telling the vanilla that my friend was going to want the room back so we had to hurry. Fast, furious, awesome, standing up, back against the wall hot sex with the hot vanilla! 

The vanilla was a great guy and a wild fuck. Soon as he left I sent a text to Levi and he raced up to our room and while we were fucking I was whispering every detail, only stopping the story with my moans of pleasure. This just increased the intensity level for us beyond belief! God, it was so fucking hot and I was so excited it happened! I have no idea how many times I came. 

Several hours later, I went down to a different bar in the casino and decided that it was safe to drink and had a few too many. Levi was chatting with a couple across the bar from me and next thing I knew, the same vanilla came back. We were flirting, talking, touching and I may have been drunk but knew I wanted more. I agreed to go back to his room this time and we were fucking on the bathroom counter and he picked me up and kept fucking me as we went to the bed. God, even better the second time!!! 

The only mistake I made was that I drank too much, did not have my cell phone, and did not realize the vanilla's room was in a different tower. I was lost trying to find my room and without the cell phone, I did not have Levi, my beautiful protector to help me. I finally figured out how to get to the lobby and hoped that maybe I could figure out which elevator to take to get back to my room. 

To my absolute amazement, and realizing the depth of our connection - the elevator door opened and my beautiful Levi was standing right there! Despite the fantasy, Levi wanted me to be safe first and foremost. This time he witnessed the flirting and saw me leave with vanilla. Since the second go round with the vanilla was even hotter than the first, Levi and I had even wilder sex back in our room afterward. 

Such an amazing adventure when you let go of your expectations and fear as anything is possible, in a place where time has no meaning and pleasure abounds. More adventures to share about my other love, Levi, as we continue our monthly escapes from ourselves and our realities and drop our inhibitions and expectations and enter the pure sexual zone.



A Swingers Party



As Rob and I have told you, in our previous stories, we have been active swingers for some years. I usually prefer the MFM threesomes, possibly cause I’m greedy, or the fact I’m just not bi-sexual, unlike most women in the swinging scene. Or at least the ones I’ve met are.

Anyway as a result of this, Rob has to work really hard to get me interested in going to swinger’s parties, or hosting them. This particular Saturday night was one of those where Rob worked really hard.

“Oh, come on hon, it’ll be fun. You like Mark and Jocelyn. And their parties always have a great mix of people.”

Rob was right about that aspect. I’ve never seen such a diverse group of people, all after the same sexual gratification, as those that seemed to congregate at Mark’s parties. I’ve fucked newspaper editors, (one of Sydney’s major newspapers in fact) lawyers, doctors, multi-national company directors, jockeys and taxi drivers. People from all walks of life.

I really don’t care for Mark that much, he’s never satisfied me properly fucking me, but he does have a great tongue and has certainly brought me to many an orgasm that way.

I do like Jocelyn though, like me, she has a nursing background, and we share a lot in common. She also loves taking cock in her arse and was the first women, apart from me, my husband had ever fucked anally.

“I just don’t feel like fucking tonight darling. You go on your own, there’s always a spare woman, Mark makes sure of it!” Doesn’t he just, I thought.

“No babe. I’m not going without you. Besides you know what a buzz I get out of seeing you sucking and fucking other guys. It gets me as horny as hell!”

I know it does, I thought. Sometimes I think he’d rather watch me, than fuck someone himself.

“Oh, what the hell. I suppose it’s better than watching Saturday night crap TV.”

“That’s my girl. You go and have a shower. I’ll have a shave and shower after you. How would you like to go to that great little seafood restaurant at Kensington? It’s on the way to Marks place.”

“OK.” He really was working on it

I went and took a shower. While Rob was showering I selected what to wear. I picked out a black lacy G-string, matching half cup bra that nearly showed all of my nipples, lace top stay-up stockings, black leather mini skirt and see through, burgundy long sleeve shirt. Stuff it, I thought. I may as well look horny, you never know, it might put me in the mood.

Rob chatted while we drove to the restaurant, mainly about previous parties at Marks. It did get me thinking though, and brought a smile of pleasure and that familiar warm feeling in my crotch as I thought of some of the experiences. Like the night I was virtually gang-banged. Well, it wasn’t really a gang-bang I suppose. There were only four of them. But they were insatiable and left every hole in my body immensely satisfied, particularly after three of them came in me at the same time. But that’s another story I’ll tell you at a future date.

My choice of what to wear must have been OK. I drew appreciative looks from the males as we walked to our table at the restaurant, and glares from the women. 

I’m happy with my body. I’m 44 and still have a 36C bust, reasonably narrow waist and my bum is still very tight and firm. I think my legs are my best asset though. They have a great shape, my calf and thigh muscles are very firm. Probably from my nursing work, always on your feet and moving quickly. Even if it is only to dodge a lecherous doctor’s hand 

Anyway, all through the meal I kept thinking about previous parties and by the time we arrived at Marks I was ready to fuck!

The party was a little slow to get going, although there were some familiar faces, like Kevin the jockey and his partner, Lyn. You know what they say, big man big dick, little man ALL dick. Kevin was really hung. A good 9” and thick as my wrist. Once you got over the pain of getting it in, you never wanted to let it out!

Not that I’m into big dicks. I believe it’s the quality, not quantity that counts. My hubby’s only average 6”, but quite thick, but he really knows how to use it, and it’s how you use it that counts. 

Funnily enough, Lyn didn’t get off on penetration but lick her pussy and you could hear her screams in the next suburb.

Back to the party. As I said it wasn’t really moving along so Mark and Rob got out one of those question and answer games, like trivial pursuit, but the rules of this game were if you missed a question you removed an article of clothing. The boys were smart enough to juggle the questions so that not many correct answers were achieved.

Within about half an hour most were naked or nearly naked, but still no action. It seemed like no one wanted to make the first move. 

Really unusual for one of Mark’s parties.

A newcomer, George spoke quietly to Mark. 

Mark then announced “Listen up everyone. George here is studying massage and would like to give a demonstration. Anybody interested?”

Nobody made a move, so I thought what the heck George is quite a good looking guy. You never know where the massage may go!

“Yes,” I said, “I wouldn’t might a rub.”

“Good on you Catherine. I’ll get some towels and the oil.”

The towels were spread on the floor. I removed my last vestige of clothing, my black lacy G-string, revealing my shaved pussy and lay face down on the towels.

George knelt at my head, poured oil onto my back and shoulders and started to work from my neck down. He was very good, really working on my neck and shoulder muscles. I could feel the benefits almost immediately. George explained what he was doing, how to work certain muscles etc as he worked his hands over my lower back.

“This really relaxes muscles,” he explained.

However, when I looked up, my face was almost in his crotch. His muscle certainly didn’t look very relaxed. In fact I would say this particular muscle was very stiff indeed.

George was now leaning right over me, his hands working on my bum. The warm oil trickling down between my cheeks and over my pussy lips.

Then I felt his fingers slide between my cheeks and start to probe at my pussy and arsehole

I did what any sane and horny girl would do. And boy was I getting HORNY!

I looked up and slid my lips over his very stiff cock. Oh, it was good to have a cock in my mouth, particularly one that was very turned on. Makes a girl feel wanted.

I started to suck him earnestly, taking his length deep down my throat, then coming right back up to the head again, and repeating the process over and over. I could feel his cock getting harder and thicker.

I was enjoying this! George’s fingers were now ploughing in and out of my cunt and me sucking his cock for all it was worth. Just when I was thinking I could come with this attention George withdrew his fingers from my cunt and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Roll over Catherine.” He said.

Great, I thought. I’m going to get that fat cock of his in my pussy. 

I quickly rolled over onto my back and spread my legs. My shaved cunt glistening with moisture, some oil, most natural lubricant, for all to see. 

To my absolute amazement, George started to massage me again!

He started working on my neck, then travelled down to my breasts, kneading them and pulling at my nipples. 

This is more like it, I thought, and reached for his cock again. It was even harder than before. I started stroking it’s length, feeling the veins pump it to even greater hardness.

I was trying to pull him down to my mouth when I felt my cunt lips being gently prised apart and fingers slipping into my pussy. I didn’t know whose fingers they were, nor did I care. All I knew is they certainly knew what they were doing. The fingers caressed my clit as they probed my depth, getting deeper and deeper into my cunt. 

Without warning, fingers still deep in my cunt, a mouth and lips started working on my clit.

I felt an orgasm rapidly approaching. 

George’s mouth then descended onto my nipples, sucking voraciously on each one in turn. I started to moan, softly at first. My nipples being sucked. Fingers in my cunt and my clitty, now on fire, being licked by an expert, whoever they were!

My orgasm exploded!

My moans turned to screams of pure delight as the release hit me. Wave after wave!

I felt George move from my breasts, then slowly the mouth and fingers left my cunt.

My legs still spread apart, my orgasm gradually subsiding, George knelt between them and pushed his stiff, fat cock into my cunt. He started slamming into me. I could tell from his ragged breathing he wasn’t going to last very long.

I raised my hips from the floor to meet his every thrust, my own orgasm building again. He gave an almighty shove and his cock hammered my cervix as he exploded his juices into me. I felt the force splatter the walls of my cunt, as I released another powerful orgasm of my own, my cunt clutching the shaft of his cock, draining every last bit of fluid from him. 

After a few minutes George withdrew his softening cock from my pussy. I looked up and there was Maria, his beautiful wife, kneeling alongside us. She had one hand down inside her panties, the other squeezing her ample left breast. A faraway look on her pretty face.

“Aha,” I thought. So that’s who was fingering and sucking me.

Maria is a big woman in her late twenties. She’s about 6’ tall, size 16 with 40dd tits, but everything is in proportion. She is a striking looking woman naked. Right now she was nearly naked, just her lacy knickers covering her beautifully trimmed mound.

“Honey, that was awesome. Did you enjoy the massage?” My hubby enquired.

Rob had moved over and was standing alongside Maria, his cock erect and sticking straight out in front him.

Maria looked up at Rob, took her hand away from her breast, placed it over Rob’s rampant cock and drew him into her mouth.

I rolled over onto my stomach, elbows on the towels, chin in my hands, to get a better view of the action.

Maria had taken her other hand out of her panties and had placed it on Rob’s buttock and pulled him right into her. She was deep throating him like a pro. Sliding her mouth right down to his shaved pubic area, his cock obviously going down her throat, then coming right back up to the head again. Sometimes she would let him come right out of her mouth and she would wrap her lips around the outside of his shaft and suck him externally down to his balls, then take each one in her mouth and suck them.

I was really getting off watching this. Rob was in heaven. Like any man he loves having his cock sucked and he had placed both his hands either side of her head, but was letting her take control. And she was in control!

I felt a hand on the back of my thigh, just above my knee. It started to move up my oily skin, towards my bum. Involuntarily I parted my legs to give this stranger a better view. And access. The hand moved up to my cheeks, then travelled slowly down between them. It paused at my anus, a finger gently probing, enquiring.

I lifted my bum slightly off the floor, to encourage the hand to continue. A finger slid into my hole and I pushed back on it. Another finger joined it, now probing deeper and deeper into my arse. I pushed up and back further.

The fingers started to work in and out of me, loosening me, extending the opening. Then they withdrew. 

I felt a body kneel between my legs, the head of a cock probed at my opening. I pushed back onto it and the head slipped in. I moaned.

Encouraged by my moans the cock pushed deeper and deeper. My god, it was long.

It felt like it was 8” or 9” at least. Penetrating right up into my bowel until I felt his balls resting against my cunt lips. I breathed in and clamped my arse muscles on this wonderful intruder.

He got the message and started to move in and out. Gently at first, then, as his cock increased in its girth and I responded by pushing back to meet his every thrust, he became more affirmative.

He started to slide in and out more and more quickly. Each time I met his powerful thrust, raising my hips off the floor in perfect unison with his driving piston. He kept pulling right back so his cockhead came free of my arse then ploughed it back in again and again. I kept tempo with him for what seemed an eternity but was probably only 10 minutes. 

I felt my orgasm approaching as his tempo reached full speed, his cock now slamming into my arse. I screamed and climaxed, my body falling flat to the floor.

My body limp and prostrate on the floor, he kept hammering away at my hole, his cock moving at piston speed.

“My god. Will he ever stop?” I thought. Then I felt his body stiffen, his cock rammed home, and his spunk shot into my bowel, jet after jet splattering my insides. 

I screamed and orgasmed again! 

He lay quietly on top of me for a little while, this wonderful stranger. Then he started to withdraw his now softening, beautiful weapon from my arse. It came all the way out of me closely followed by some of his come.

I turned to look at him. He was young and gorgeous. Probably late twenties and obviously worked out. Very muscular. Then I looked down at the beautiful cock that had invaded my rectum. I was right. Even softening it was a good 9”.

“I hope you’re not offended at me taking you like that.” My hunk said. “I find you the sexiest woman at this party!”

Given that most of the women here were much younger than me, I was very flattered. 

“I certainly don’t mind. But that is the biggest cock I’ve ever taken in my arse.”

“And that is the sexiest arse I’ve ever fucked. You are an incredibly beautiful woman,” he said. 

His name was John. He and his wife, Cathy, were first timers. He was 28 and his wife, who had just watched him fuck me, was now being kissed and fingered by Kevin, the jockey with the 9 incher. 

At least she wouldn’t be disappointed with his size.

I thought I’d better go and clean up a bit and made my way to the bathroom. I had a quick shower and decided to peruse the activity in the bedrooms. You never know what a girl might find. And I was still quite horny!

I heard satisfied noises coming from the first bedroom and went to investigate. There was Rosa, a petite little South American lady, sitting astride my husband, his prick buried in her to the hilt. 

Rosa is so pretty and so petite. She’s 25, only about 4’10” tall, weighs about 45kgs (that’s about 99lbs for you overseas readers) has tiny 32a tits, narrow little waist, shapely little bum and tanned olive skin to die for. You would almost say her figure was pubescent. And she’s had two kids! Anyway, she loves sex and was enjoying every thrust upward from Rob as she lifted herself up and down on his cock. 

I was mesmerised watching the action and felt a hand caress my butt.

“Christ. You’ve got the sexiest arse Catherine.”

“Why, thank you sir,” I smiled. Then turned to see who was my admirer.

It was Kevin, the jockey.

Involuntarily I looked down. No, not because he was much shorter than me, but straight at his cock. It was already half hard. I hoped, from stoking my butt.

I got that familiar wet feeling in my pussy as I looked at his monster. The head is like a child’s fist, and the shaft must be 8” around. My hubby’s is 5” around and Kevin’s makes his look tiny.

“Kevin, would you like to fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. That makes two of us that would like you to fuck me.”

I grabbed him by the hand and led him to the other side of the bed to Rob and Rosa.

I lay down on my back and spread my legs. Kevin kneeled between them and pushed his knob against my wet slit. I grabbed his cock and slid it up and down my pussy lips, giving the head some lubrication. He pushed forward and I felt pain.

“Whoa baby.” I cried. “This needs some help or you’ll rip me apart.”

I reached for the lube, Jocelyn so thoughtfully leaves beside each bed, and applied some to my pussy and generous amounts to Kevin’s cock.

“Stop rubbing it in Catherine, unless you want me to come all over your belly.”

“No baby, I want you to come IN my belly.”

Again he pushed his monster at my opening and this time the head slipped in, not without some feeling of pain. But as it began it’s path of travel up my vaginal passage the pain gave way to sheer pleasure. The head hit my cervix hard. I winced.

“Slowly Kevin.” I gasped. “Slowly.”

“Sorry Catherine. You’re just so fucking horny I can’t help myself.”

“Well honey, we’ll both enjoy it more if you take it easy.”

He pulled back and eased himself in slowly. I responded gently pushing my bum off the bed to meet his pushes. The tempo increased and his thrusts got deeper and deeper into my cunt. I could feel my orgasm gathering momentum as he rode me. His cock was now as hard as a rock and he was pumping it furiously in and out of me.

I grabbed his arse cheeks and held him hard in me and screamed as I climaxed. He withdrew his cock half way, slammed it into me to the hilt and shot his cum, splattering the walls of my orgasming cunt.

We lay there in a tangle of arms, legs and sweat ‘til we both came down from our orgasmic highs.

I glanced across at Rosa, her beautiful tiny body was glistening in perspiration, her face contorted as she approached her own climax, bouncing up and down on Rob’s cock. Rob himself was thrusting upwards into her wet hole, matching her every push with his own. I was amazed he had held back his own orgasm for so long. (He later told me he had already come twice that night and really didn’t think he would come for Rosa.)

At last, Rosa gave an almighty shriek, and threw herself down on Rob’s chest, her spasming pussy pumping furiously on Rob’s cock. He himself, let go a roar, and unloaded his spunk into her waiting cavity. 

After a little while, Rosa still draped across his chest, Rob looked across at me and said, “How do you feel hon. Had enough for tonight?”

“Darling, I’m well and truly fucked. I couldn’t take another cock anywhere tonight!”

Which turned out to be not quite true. ‘Cause when we were driving home, telling each other about our experiences for the night, we both got so horny we stopped on the side of the road and fucked like a couple of bunnies!

I’m glad he talked me into going to the party! 



A Swingers Surprise



Let me start out by tell you a little bit about myself and my lover. 

My name is Dan and my lover is Diana, everyone just calls her D. 

Diana is short, just 5 foot 1. She has a little extra paddle and 44E breasts. She got set of killer legs and a nice tight ass. Her bedroom green eye change cooler when she really turned on. 

We've been together about four years and began exploring the lifestyle two year ago. 

Like most we started out with soft swap. 

At first it was difficult for us to get involved with other singles and couples, since Diana had kids in school, our need to be discrete combined with the fact we live in different towns. 

We did manage to have our first threesome with a women D met on line and have met several time for Coffee. I on the other hand had only chatted on line a couple of times when D and Jane decided we all meet at a hotel by me. 

Jane had talked about how much she enjoyed being with another women and was disappointed when it came time for the other women to go through with it. 

Diana assured her that she was all in and was looking forward to their getting together. 

When they arrived at the hotel, D asked Jane if it would be ok for her to blindfold her. Jane agreed.

D and I had planned to make this all about Jane and I was to remain quiet and assist in undressing Jane, 

D was then going to take her to the bed and make sure that her first orgasm was from D. The plan was work fine Jane and D entered the room, I came around behind Jane and as D began to undress her I was working from behind. First D unbuttoned Jane blouse, I slid my hand into her open blouse, Jane gave a slight jump at my touch.

She then giggled "nice to meet you Dan" I said nothing but pull her blouse off her shoulder and let it fall to the floor. 

I proceeded to unhook her bar and D slipped her hands under the straps and slid the bra off. Jane giggle again" I never imagine this", D replied there a lot more to come, we going to make this all about your pleasure. Jane replied "O MY" Soon Jane was standing naked in the center of the room. 

D led her to the bed and had her lay on her back. 

D began by kissing the inside of Jane's ankles and worked her way up her calf's and upward to her inter thighs,Jane was beginning to breathe heavier and there were slight moans of pleasure escaping her lips. 

I sat on the edge and watch as my lover Diana began lick and sucking on her first of what would be many wet pussy's.

Jane was thrusting her hips and rolling form side to side as she got closer to cumming. 

I slid up on the bed a rubbed my cock across Jane's cheek and then pressed it to her lips. Jane quickly began to lick the tip and open her mouth so I could slip my cock into her wet mouth. That was enough she came almost immediately. 

As Jane started to recover I slid between her legs and D guided my cock into her hot and soaking wet pussy. I easily slid into her to the hilt.

Jane moaned loudly, wrap her legs around my back and grab hold of my waist. I slid in and out of her a few time and nodded to D. that was her single to removed Jane's blindfold. Once her eyes adjusted to the light she look up at me and smile. I said "nice meeting you Jane, want me to stop, so we can talk a little, get to know each other a little better?". Jane burst out laughing and said "don't you dare I want to come again". 

After our threesome D and I were both hooked and had to experience more. 

After a lot of disappointment, from the player who just wanted to get into D pants and the no shows we finally manager to hook up with our first couple.

From there we have become much more active in the lifestyle, lately finding time to party about once or twice a month and the group of couples has expanded greatly.

One evening, everything changed me and D and I will never forget that evening. It was our July 10th 2009. 

We had made plans to attend a party. It was being held at our friends John and Beth's home. This was really was nice since they had 4 bed rooms all with king beds and a large family room for even more group fun. 

This evening I was running late getting to D apartment. D was getting a little upset. I could tell from her calls every five minutes to find out where I was. D liked to socialize a little before the fun begins. 

I quickly jumped into a shower and we were off as soon as I got out , my hair was still wet as we left D's apartment.

We got to John and Beth's about an hour late. We rang the bell and a second later were greeted by John. 

The party was in full swing and Beth and another couple were sitting in the front room naked and stroking and kissing one another.

I apologized to John for being so late. John said "no problem come on in and grab a drink, things are moving pretty fast tonight". W e asked him "who's here tonight", John replied all the usual people but, he noted that there was a new couple who was joining in this evening. He told us they were friends they had met a week earlier.

D and I striped off our clothes placing them on one of the chair and went over and got a drink. We began to wander through the house checking out the action.

The first room we hit was the kitchen where Joe and Brenda were talking, we gave them a little wave and headed down the hall toward the bed rooms. 

As we began to pass the master bed room, it was dimly lit but, we could see Gary and Trish and another couple on the bed. 

Gary and Trish were our first couple and we had been with them a number of times over the past months.

They had introduced us to the others in the group. 

So we were very comfortable participating and watching them with others. We stood in the door my arm around D waist watching a little of the action. 

Gary was sitting on the bed leaning against the head board, there was a women kneeling between his legs, her ass facing the door and high in the air, it look really appetizing. From the motion her head she was giving Gary a great blow job. Form what we could see the women looked to be in her late thirties. 

Trish was next to them in a sixty nine position her head toward the door and we could tell she was enjoying the attention she was getting as much as she was giving. We watch her as she sucked the man's cock deep into her mouth. 

Gary was the first to notice us standing in the door and wave us into the room. As we entered Trish raised her head and gave us a little grin and went right back to sucking the cock before her. 

D and I looked at each other, we did not need to speak we knew we would be joining them for a little while. 

I climbed on to the bed half sitting and half laying at Gary's feet and directly behind the women going down on him, I don't think she even notice my weight on the bed. 

D climbed in between the man's legs and met Trish face to face at this man's cock. Trish raised her head off the cock she was sucking so diligently and began kissing D, stopping after a few seconds and going back down on her partner. I watch to see her repeat this several time before she began to share the cock with D. 

With that I reached up place a hand on the women's ass, she gave a little jump with surprise but, did not stop sucking Gary cock. As I slid my hand between her legs, she spread them a little to give me easier access and began to give me a little wiggle to show her acceptance of my presence.

Trish and D were enjoying alternating their sucking and kissing.D had her hands cupped around the guys balls and would take him all the way down her throat each time it was her turn. I so enjoy watching her take the cock deep down her throat. 

It was now time for me to begin to enjoy myself so began to slide my finger through the women's wet lips of her pussy and up to her clit. When I reach her clit I could hear her muffled moan and feel her pushing back against my hand.

I continued teasing her this way for a little while and her moan became louder and more frequent. She never even took a breath while sucking on Gary cock. 

I know she was really getting into my playing with her, she was soaking wet by the time I figured that I would introduce myself by sliding my cock into her wet pussy.As the tip of my cock touched the wetness she moan yes, the yes was barely audible with the Gary's cock deep in her throat. I slid my cock all the way into her until my balls were press against her public bone. 

She finally raised her head and gave a half hissed and moan as she pushes back hard onto my cock. Then back to sucking Gary's cock. 

I slowly slid my cock in and out of her. But, other than a few low moans she was paying little attention to me fucking her. This was getting me a little irritated, that Gary's cock was more enjoyable then my fucking her. So I began to fuck her as harder as possible slamming into her and withdrawing slowly. 

After the sixth or seventh time of ramming my cock into her she arched her back and raised her head again and hissed out the word "YESsssssssssssss". 

That was enough for me and I continued my assault on her pussy, several times she threw her head up and down and began meeting my thrusts.

We fuck for a couple of minutes, me slamming in and slowly pulling back. I could feel the her pussy pulsating and figured she was close to cumming, she finally raise her head up and yelled out "YES...... Fuck Me Hard...... Yes......Fuck ME!" 

I knew that voice as well as my own and exclaimed "KIM!.....?". 

The women's head whipped around and for the first time I got a look at her face. Our eyes met and we both were frozen for a second or two. 

Almost at the same moment we both yelled out OMG! and pull away from each other. 

I jumped off the bed and was standing at the edge my moth hanging open. She slid up into a sitting position at the head of the bed trying to cover her breasts with her hand and arm, her legs pressed tightly closed. Other than Gary the others paid us almost no attention. 

Kim had her hand over her mouth as if she was going to scream and then slowly and stuttering badly said "Dan....... What.....What are you....you doing..........."all most immediately D and Trish lifted up and were looking at her. She turned bright red and the word "here" finally escaped her lips. 

I wanted to say "apparently fucking my little sister" but the only thing that came out was "hum......."

I noticed out of the corner of my eye as the other man had pushed Trish off of him and it was my brother Ben who was hidden down between Trish legs.

Trish was the only one moving as she got off the bed and my eyes kept darting from D to Ben to Kim. No one spoke for what seemed like hours but, I am sure it was just a few seconds at most. 

Ben was the first to anything as he slid over to Kim's side and whispered something in her ear while looking at me. Kim looked up at him and then back at me then back to Ben. 

Ben slowly slid his hand down and between Kim's legs. Kim eyes were locked on mine, until I felt a hand slip across my side and take hold of my cock. 

I look down and there to my side found Trish stroking my cock, she mutter " you two know each other?" with the biggest smirk on her face....... I nodded and looked back at Kim, thru her hand Kim mumbled "he's my big brother"

Trish stroked my cock faster and harder and said "well this is interesting....Dan did you like the feel of your little sis's pussy wrapped around your cock". 

I looked back at Kim who had shifted down into more of a laying position and her legs were now slightly apart enough to see her pussy and Ben rubbing her clit. 

With Trish stroking my cock and the sight of that pussy glistening in the dim light I quickly rose to full erection. Trish said "well I guess we can all take that as a yes". 

I looked over to D as if to ask what we should do now. She simply smiled.

When I looked back, Gary was now sucking on Kim's breast, her eyes were closed. She was kissing Ben deeply and wildly.

I was then that her legs fall even wide open I could see Ben's finger sliding in and out of her wet pussy. 

Trish still stroking my hard-on, said "I thinks she like having something in her sliding in and out of her pussy". 

"Wow she looks hot and horny". 

She looks good enough for me to eat don't you think Dan". 

I looked at her and she looked back at me and said "or would you rather keep fucking her? 

With that I looked over to D for help but, she had already moved over to between Ben's legs and again had Ben's cock down her throat. The two of them were paying little attention to me and what was happening. 

Trish pulled me by my cock closer to the bed and then gave me a little shove that made me fall between Kim's legs with my face landing just above her stomach.

Kim's hand reached down and onto my head. I looked up and she was laying there her eyes closed and I could hear a slight moan coming from her lips as Gary was continuing to suck on her nipple. I could see that Kim's hand was now stroking Gary's cock. 

Trish leaned over and whispered in my ear "go ahead Dan slid that cock into her"..."make her come". 

My eyes were fixed on Kim's eyes which were still close all the while.

Trish continued to urge me to slide my cock into Kim's wet pussy. 

I don't know way but, I began crawled up Kim's body, kissing her stomach, upward to just below her breasts and then her breast and her nipples. Her nipples responded almost instantly becoming fully erect and her areola's got small and tight.

I was straddled above my sister now and my cock was pressed against her pussy. 

looked over at D who was now sliding her pussy down over Ben's cock and the look on her face was pure pleasure, she look over at me and just gave me a slight smile through squinted eyes. 

Trish was rubbing my ass and down to my balls. Continuing to egg me on and muttering "Hum doesn't that feel good..... don't you want to bury your cock in that hot wet pussy?" 

I looked back at Kim and she was now looking up at me. Her breathing was quick but, labored from my weight on her. 

I whispered "Kim are you sure?" There was no response from her mouth or reaction on her face but, I could feel her push her hips up to meet me and then she hand reaching between us to my cock. 

I don't even remember doing it but, I lifted up. Kim took my cock into her hand and guided it to her pussy's entrance. 

Her eyes got wider as the head of my cock pressed between her outer lips. Our eyes were again lock onto each other and she pressed her hips upward to get more of my cock inside her. A s I began to slide deeper into her there was a change that came over her face, one I have seen on D and other women faces. You know that look when they really want to be and are really enjoying being fucked. 

I could not hold back any longer, I slid all the way into her. I stopped, stayed there buried deep in my sister's pussy for a few second without moving waiting for any sign that what was happening was ok. 

Kim began to rotate her hips to get movement and was already beginning moan. She was reaching for my ass to pull me further into her. I was still unsure what to do. H ere I was my cock buried deep in my sister's pussy. My lover and my sister husband watching to see what would happen next. I

laid down on Kim still buried in her. I was trying to concentrating on anything other then what was happening. 

I tried to focus on D, who was now riding my brother hard and both of their eyes were fixed on Kim and me. 

D and I just looked at each other for a while and then I noticed that familiar look I get from D when we are playing that assures me it's ok, to do what I was about to do. 

So while watching my lover ridding up and down on my brother's cock, I began to slide my cock in and out of my little sister. It was not long before I could see that D was getting close to cumming. 

Watching D and feeling of my cock sliding in and out of that hot pussy, I could feel my juices beginning to swell. 

I started fucking Kim as fast and hard as I could. Her moans became screams "Yes fuck me, yes harder, fuck me harder Danny" her eyes wider then I have even seen and her breathing as fast as mine. 

I exploded, spilling every drop on my cum deep into her. I looked down at Kim, her eyes were closed again but, there was a smile on her face and the pulsating around my cock was unmistakable, Kim had cum as well. 

I just stayed there raised up on my arm and hands, buried deep in my sisters pussy looking down at her. 

After a few second she looked up at me, smiled and muttered "HUM............that felt wonderful" I smiled back, rolled off Kim and on to my back. 

Kim curled up next to me with her head on my chest just like she did when she was little. 

Gary and Trish were both standing next the bed, and Gary said "now that was hot" and crawled in behind Kim saying "now it's my turn to get some of the pussy" as he slid his cock into her. 

Kim responded with a moan and rising one leg to give Gary better access to shove his cock deep into her. 

The two of them were going hot and heavy within a few second. Trish crawled between Kim and me and began licking Kim clit as Gary's cock slid in and out my sister's cum filled pussy she reach out and began to stroke my cock again. 

You could hear the fluid being forced out of Kim with every thrust and Trish lapping it up just as quickly and it was pushed out. 

D slid over to my side with Ben looking over her shoulder. She began stroking my cock in unison with Trish as the three of us watch Kim taking on our two friends. 

D said "your little sister sure looks like she is enjoying that cock in her, almost as much as yours". 

I look at her and then back to Kim and Gary. D lowered her head and began sucking on my cock. Ben moved in behind her and pushed his cock deep into her ass. D moan and pushed back to get Ben deeper in her ass. D loves to have a cock buried deep in her ass. D took my cock deep into her mouth. I could feel her moan even with my cock down her throat, with every thrust Ben made.

I can't tell you how long we fuck one another that night. But I can say that little sister and I fucked at least two more time that evening, once a three way with me in her pussy and her husband sliding in and out of her ass. I also remember once with her going down on D as I took her doggy style.

While I do not recommend that anyone do this. And I had not planned for it to happen. But it did and for the past several months we continued to include Kim and Ben in our lifestyle. It sure has given whole new meaning to our family game nights.



A Swingin' Affair



ACTOR Don Johnson was driving his car towards Palm Beach with screen star Jennifer Connelly by his side. Exhilaration course through his veins as he flicked his eyes at Jenny sitting in front of the passenger seat with one leg tucked under her. Of course Jenny certainly was something. Beautiful, 26 years old with knockers that can start a man drool at the count of three. Jenny was playing a game with Don about the vehicles they encounter on the road.

"Now what can you make out of this one, Don?" Jenny said pointing to the Explorer that they were tailing off. He flinched a bit at the aching erection in his pants.

"Well, the Explorer evokes rugged destinations that offer adventure beyond suburbia. Other such road-runners like Pathfinder, Montana, Yukon, Voyager, Expedition, Discovery, Trooper, all belong to this category about relationship with the environment," he replied keeping his cool.

"Hmmm, that's clever. What about your car here, what does this say?" asked Jenny.

"Well, lemme see, this is Galaxy—it's something looming large; something mysterious and exciting. Cars with names like Starfire, Aurora, Nova, Eclipse, Cornet, Horizon all fall into the category of something embodied in the atmosphere. Aren't they?" 

"Yeah, brilliant observation. Then what does it say with the person driving it?"

"Hmmm...High-tech and optimistic, also wont to invite thoughts of passion."

"Ah yuh? Cool." 

Just when they were slowing down to turn to a bend, a car came upon them which also aroused Jenny's curiosity. "What's that one?" 

"Well, that I think is a 96 Viper. It belongs to those wild creatures that were also named for cars with the likes of Hornet, Ram, Bobcat, Mustang, Bronco, Tiburon, and Barracuda. These are names of creatures that are wild, feral and hard to control."

"I have an old Fiat Spider."

"So you are a spider, huh? What kind of a spider would you be?

"Probably, a Tarantula"

"That's a deadly spider."

"Deadly but it can be a pet too," she said keeping down her skirt from flapping up. 

"Who wouldn't love to pet you," he said grinning.

"Hey Don, did you ever get b.j'd in the car?" 

"Yeah, A few times."

"While in a running car?"

"Yeah!"

"How about you, did you?"

"Did I give no, did I get? None at all."

"You're kidding me,"

"No it's true, never happened to me in the car but elsewhere yes," she chuckled a hearty laugh. "Would you believe while I was on horseback?" Don shook his shoulders and joined her with her laughter. 

Soon a large wrought iron gate loomed at them and it opened by its own after Don announced his name in the intercom. He and his companion were already expected guests.

"Here we are, my friend's estate, isn't it beautiful?"

"It is! Smells and looks like a setting from a James Bond movie. Hey, your friend has lots of mullah.Who's he?"

"Henri Martilieri. That's him over there waving at us," he said as they approached the forecourt of his mansion.

Henri is well into his sixties; dapper and very distinguished looking. He's with two sexily clad girls, a ravishing white blond and a colored vixen.

"Hello Don, good to see you." They shook hands and hugged each other. 

"It's great to see you Henri. This is Jenny Connelly, a colleague of mine, Jenny, my dear friend Henri Martilieri."

"I'm pleased to meet you Mr. Henri Martilieri."

"Delighted. Call me Henri," he admonished reaching for Jenny's hand and lightly kissing the knuckles. "Gosh young lady, God must have spent more time with you," eyeing her sensuous body. "Please meet Marissa and Xenia." 

"Hi!" White teeth baring and big tits flaunting from their dare to bare outfits

.

"Hi!" Don and Jenny said in unison and shook hands with them.

"Henri –you are a fortunate man. Seems like you've got everything here," Jenny said. 

Henri laughed. "Ho, ho ho not everything. But I could say I'm lucky enough. Welcome to my estate."

"Thank you Henri, I'm humbly honored being invited here."

"Don't mention it, you'll be always welcome here my dear."

"What's with the suitcases? I thought you're leaving tonight yet?" Don asked.

"I'm leaving for Paris tonight but I happened to have a rather urgent lunch meeting with Senator Davis in Washington, so I am rushing there before I take my flight to Paris." 

Then he called Ambrosio, his butler "Amby you take care of our guests Mr. Johnson and Miss Connelly here, see that no harm comes to them and I leave you with attending to their needs at your own proper disposal."

"Yes, Mr. Martilieri."

A muscular guy named Devlin hauled out Don's golf bag and Jenny's valise from the car.

"Don, I am throwing a big party on Saturday night and I'm inviting you and Jenny to come. I invited Josh Groban to sing in the party."

"Of course," Don said.

"And would you Jenny?"

"Thank you, and I accept the invitation."

"Good, so I'll see you then and I hope you two have a good time here. By the way, Jenny, Don here is one hell of a good duffer." He winked at them as he slipped into his silver cloud Rolls along with the two girls. The liveried chauffeur started the engine and slowly the gleaming silver cloud vehicle quietly eased out of the driveway.

Jenny was awed by the luxury of the mansion filled with aesthetic ambiance, rich decors, fabulous rugs and valuable paintings by the likes of Matisse, Renoir, Goya and other works of art by artists of fame repute. 

Jenny and Don were staring at the huge portrait of Henri when Amby approached them and said, "Excuse me Mr. Johnson and Miss Connelly, may I present to you the keys to your bedrooms both situated upstairs. Miss Connelly, your room is to the left preceding Mr. Johnson's. Your things are already inside your bedrooms. Lunch will be served at 1:00 PM. If you wish to snack, there is food and beverage at the veranda. Please feel free to suggest anything you want and we shall be of service to you."

In the Martillieri Mansion the rule is if his guests are not married they are to be in separate rooms.

"Thank you Amby, Miss Connelly and I will take the snack in the veranda." 

The sight of the grand garden from the veranda was bedazzling; green arches, profusion of flowers, cedar trees, geometrically trim bushes, fountains, swimming pool, statues and the golf range beyond all speak of how organized they were all designed. Don and Jenny snacked on fruits, tea, Alta Rica coffee, oven fresh French baguettes with liver paté, pesto on wheat bread, and cheeses topped off with assorted teacakes and pastries.

Later, Don and Jenny took a golf cart to tour the garden before they settled into the green link. Both wore shorts and Jenny's were so skimpy that Don tried most of the time to behave under the circumstances.

Don introduced Jenny to his custom made golf equipment. As much as they are as tall as each other, Don is just 5'9" and Jenny is 5'8," the clubs wouldn't be out of line.

Then he worked on the basics, the warm up first, then the grip, how to swing the club, what club to use and so on and so forth. Don was behind her back when he gave her the instructions like the "V" grip and how she would swing. Jenny was quick to learn and she was amazed on how she would hit the ball and make a 200 yard drive.

"Jenny, you are a natural, you can make it to the women's league."

After his compliment, Jenny teed up another ball and excitedly stepped up, shuffled, wiggled (so far so good), then swung, missing the ball completely and whacking the turf pad. She had a delicious laugh.

Jenny sat on the ground and watched Don do the swing strokes as he continued his instructions. Though the mechanics of gripping and swinging the club can fill books, Don's style is uncomplicated. Don taught her to develop a smooth stroke without obsessing over technique, so he created a few checkpoints for every swing.

A little more than half an hour passed and Jenny was on her feet and Don teed for her the ball. Jenny hit a perfect shot: a lovely parabola of a 9-iron shot up into the blue, then dropped like a dying quail on a line of 100 yards from her feet.

After a series of range driving Jenny said: "Looks like that the less I care about my shot, the better I swing." 

"That's right," said Don.

When Don saw that Jenny's hands were a bit blistering, they rested and he applied lotion on them and gave her wrists simple massages. Jenny giggled by Don's touch. Don the ever perfect gentleman restrained himself from touching her enticing legs, screaming to be nibbled like the finger-lickin' southern fried chicken.

Lunch was served to the accompaniment of harp music. It was a return to the world of gleaming sterling-silver pieces and porcelaine fine de boheme, hand-painted by an artist in the Czech Republic. The food consisted of broiled Chilean sea bass with caramelized oranges and ginger potatoes and the braised short ribs in Guinness and black bean sauce plus Chinese slaw. They had fried ice cream for desert. Don talked mostly about golf; after all, this was the primary reason why they were here—for him to teach Jenny.

Soon Devlin and Suzy Kim, a Korean masseuse gave Don and Jenny each a relaxing massage that led them to fall asleep.

When they awoke, the sun was still warm that they decided to take a dip in the Olympic-sized pool. Don was in white swim shorts following the steps of Jenny clad in a multi-hued Armani two-piece swimsuit. Her sexy bottom swayed and Don licked his lips in anticipation of the glorious fun ahead. 

Both took to the pool and gleefully played, laughed, teased one another, like young kids. Don had been meaning to fuck Jenny and this should be it. She had been playing hard to get and acting like a cock tease.

In the course of their flirting at one another, Jenny had ripped off Don's swimsuit and threw it out of the pool. 

"You can't get away from this, Jenny!" He growled and chased Jenny. But Jenny escaped him like a slippery trout. 

"You can't get me, no, you can't..." Jenny teased. 

"You won't escape this time!" warned Don. Don worked a strategy and finally caught Jenny. She shrieked in the scuffle and Don finally got hold of her top. However, Jenny slipped from him saving her bikini bottom from Don's grasping hands.

"Well, one to go," Don yelled triumphantly.

"Come and get it if you can," said Jenny leaning against the side of the pool her huge knockers seductively bopping over the water. 

Don planned his next move. Like deadly predator Don zoomed fast beneath the water and caught her by the hips. But Jenny wasn't about to give up. She twisted her body, drew up her knees and pushed her feet against Don's chest and slipped from him again. Her bikini bottom narrowly escaped his grasp. 

"Concede you lost," yelled Jenny enabling herself to move farther away from Don. 

"Nah, battle's not over yet," he snarled and continued his pursuit of Jenny. But Jenny had climbed out of the pool before he could catch her.

Jenny saw Amby approaching and quickly plucked Don's shorts to cover herself. Amby saw Jenny's state of undress and so he paused at a respectable distance. He announced to them that dinner would be served at 8:00 p.m. He asked too if the couple wished for anything in particular for dinner. 

"I'll leave it up to you, Amby. Say, Amby," -- then he turned to Jenny, "Jen, would you like to eat out right there in the garden, and have a tent set up?"

"Yeah, why not?" 

"It shall be done. Anything else, Mr. Johnson, Miss Connelly?" Amby said unseeingly staring at the direction of Jenny. 

"I guess that's about all Amby, thank you for your time."

"Your welcome Mr. Johnson, Miss Connelly," he tipped his head and retreated from where he came from.

Just as Amby disappeared from sight a big bird flew overhead. "Fuckoo! Fuckoo!" it squawked.

"Oh what's that? Jenny asked aloud. 

"A cockatoo," Don said.

"A cock..." her voiced tailed off as the bird repeated its sound.

Jenny wondered for a moment and then suddenly she screamed.

Don got hold of her ankle and pulled her to the pool. There was a noisy rustle of water and squealing until Don raised his hand up holding her bikini. 

"Oh, dear me, you..." her words broke off as she tried to retrieve it from his hands but he balled it into his fist and tossed it out of the pool. Then he whirled around Jenny by her waist, pressed her against his body, and squashed her lips with his. 

When their lips broke away for some air, Don lifted Jenny to bury his face on her ponderous tits. His mouth took in her nipples. Jenny squealed. 

"My of my these are the Rolls Royce of tits!" he muttered with manic delight.

Jenny's feet grabbed on his waist and pushed down his trunks. Don's erection sprang loose and pointed right on target at her opening cunt lips. She shoved her hips forward and the head of his dick slipped in wrenching out a small gasp from her lips. 

Lust in full force Don pressed into her. Jenny accommodated. Don turned her against the pool wall and slowly plowed in and out. Jenny moaned stifled cries. Christ! What a feeling! Murmured cries of fuck me Don and oh oh yess escaped her lips. With a seasoned sex lover like Don, Jenny climaxed quickly and her body shook, really shook along with groans of pleasure. She smiled gratefully afterward, showing her gleaming teeth and kissed his mouth generously.

"Enjoyed it baby?" he asked.

She nodded coyly. "Did you come?" she asked nudging her forehead to his.

He shook his head.

"Mind if I pee first," she said.

"Alright," Don said and she slowly pulled out from him. She waded and climbed the steps of the pool until she was out walking toward a chaise to pick up a terry robe. Don was left with a still hard and throbbing dick as he watched her bare-ass nakedness put on the robe. Her eyes darted this way and that then she suddenly knelt by the edge of the pool and bent down to his face: "Wear your shorts and bring your cute ass up here. I have a strange feeling that we're being watched over," she muttered handing him his shorts. Don furtively looked around, his face a mask of frustration. "Save your horsepower, we'll continue later," she said and gave him a sweet kiss. 

"Naw, get over here and let's finish the business," Don almost yelled in frustration. Too late Jenny had ran back to the house. 

Locked in her room, Don had no choice but to go to his room. It's an hour before dinner and he took a shower and dressed up. His dick hardly deflated. "Shit, Jenny's still playing the cock tease."

At 8:00 p.m. Don knocked on Jenny's room. She opened it and kissed Don wrapping her arms around him. "Why, you're early. Hungry for dinner?" asked Jenny.

"Hungry for you. You looked lovely!" Don said clasping her bottom. Jenny wore an off white blouse unbuttoned at the top to show enticing cleavage and lamé mini skirt for her endless legs. Her Eau Rosee by Mariella Burani scent wafted her nostrils. "Hmmm, exquisitely appetizing," pressing her against him to let her feel his hardness. 

"Don I have to remind you, I am insatiable," she purred and reached down for his crotch, gave it a little squeeze then rubbed it up and down gently.

"I can hardly wait," Don said. "You've left me hanging on."

"Come on, we'll have the full night to ourselves." 

Don felt like a prisoner to her and the urgent feeling ached in his pants. She loved to tease and wanted Don to feel the unbearable limits of his desire.

On their way to the garden they saw how romantic the setting was. Amby approached and greeted them. He introduced Rudy the chef, and Arthur, the gay in-house decorator who set up the tent with an Arabian Night theme assisted by Wendy and Suzy the masseuse. 

"Thank you guys for the wonderful work. Sure delighted for your effort." Don shook hands with them.

"I've been suppressing laughter here for all the formality shit goin' around here," she chuckled deeply when they were a distance away from them.

"Henri wanted to retain decorum. He grew up a gentlemen and wanted everybody around to act accordingly to his taste."

"But you know I really find this romantic, magical and spell-binding. I really like it." Jenny beamed. She glanced on the candle lit table setting then walked to the white tent some meters away. 

"Oh Don, they really made it fantastic!"

Inside the tent, a rug was spread on the grass and would you believe a bed! The mattress was covered by champagne colored sheet and all around were pillows in animal prints. There were tiny lights, incense sticks, peacock feathers, a basket of fruits, champagne on ice, glasses, tea cakes and pastries, and an assortment of brass objects to enhance the motif. A small tapestry infused by a design that depicted erotic accounts from a by gone era hung above the bed.

"Just like a set in the movies, we should have worn costumes," Don said.

"Yeah, you as some sheik and I'm you're princess," she giggled.

The dinner was a mix of European and Asian fare like the Szechwan Rack of Lamb, Braised Kai Lan with Coconut Pandan Sauce. The other is Crisp Fillet of Barramundi, Sweet Pepper Compote, Soya-ginger Beurre Blanc. Red and white wines were offered: Vouvray demi-sec and a German Spatlese for white and the red Zinfandel with its rich ripe berry fruit. Desert was Tiramisu, and homemade ice cream, which include creamy mouthfuls of macadamia nut, or lighter fruit sorbets.

Exotic eastern music tinkled in the background. 

Jenny slipped out her right foot from her pump then raised it up to sneak between Don's legs. Don almost spilled the wine he was sipping. 

After dinner, Don and Jenny walked and explored the garden. Hand in hand they savored the scented evening breeze. On their way back to the tent, Jenny paused when they reached a dimly lit spot. 

"Don, it's the first time I got fucked in the pool!"

"Oh yeah? I've been hearing 'first times from you' since the early day on." 

Without a word, she dropped on her knees and pulled open the zipper of his pants.

Don looked around. "Jenny, the staff are just a few yards a...a..." his voice tailed off as his stiff cock slipped into her warm mouth, bulging her cheeks out as she sucked on him. His toes curled in his sandals as she worked on him. 

"Have you been caught with your pants down? Mmmm, this is exciting...oohh delicious," she said in between a mouthful. 

"This ain't your first time to do this, right?"

"Yes, it is." A pause. "In the garden, that is," she said. 

Don stared wide eyes as Jenny brought her teeth down on the sensitive corona. "Oh god..." He gasped. The pleasure was unbearable. Saliva trickled from the corners of her stretched lips. She was like a puppy going for the bone. 

Don hissed with pleasure. Jenny looked up at him with a full mouth. Don didn't notice the cockatoo flew in silently and perched on a wooden post. "Fuckoo! Fuckoo!" Don got startled and automatically hitched up his pants. Jenny giggled. 

"Get lost bird. And find your own birdmate!" Jenny shouted at the bird. The bird made more noises and it became impossible for Jenny to go on. Then they heard footsteps coming and Don quickly put his dick back in his pants. They didn't see anyone.

"Let's go to the tent." Jenny said and stood. "Ow...not again! This is unbelievable!" Don scowled. 

"Behave, Don. I'll make you happy. You'll explode like a nuclear bomb. I know," she said squeezing his hardness.

When they got back to the tent, the Martilieri staff had cleared away the table and chairs from where they dined. Only the music and flaming torches were left to go until the night lasted.

Jenny crawled into the tent her beautiful ass on show before Don. He followed her and like a randy dog sniffed her sweet feminine arousal through her bikini thong. Inside she sat Buddha style giving Don a view to ogle about. Jenny watched Don's leering eyes as she reached a bottle of Dom Perignon from the ice bucket. 




A Swingin' Affair



"Open it Don," she said handing the bottle to him. He used the opener and the bottle opened with a slight pop and a sigh. The champagne flowed freely around the neck of the bottle to his hand. Jenny held out two stem glasses. Don poured the champagne onto the glasses and placed back the bottle into the iced bucket. They raised their glasses. Cheers!' and sipped their drink. "So fucking good," Jenny hissed. 

"Yeah, just like you." Don grinned. He took off his shirt revealing his tanned and fairly muscled body. He reached over a wafer thin gold case, opened it and withdrew a joint. He reclined on the pillows and lit the joint with his lighter and took a drag and passed it to Jenny. "Primo grass number 6 said to enhance your sexual appetite." She took very deep pulls, closing her eyes and letting the smoke snake slowly out of her nostrils. 

"Great stuff. Wow!"

Don began to kiss her inner thighs. 

"Loose your pants, you'll feel better." Jenny said. 

"Yeah," he said in whispered tone and yanked them off. 

Jenny took one more hit. 

"Your turn," he said. 

Jenny began peeling off her clothes. Don lay on his side and every article of her clothing dropped on him. When she had taken off all she lay on her stomach on the mattress. Don plucked a peacock feather from a jar and ran it along her legs, right between her ass cheeks to her shoulders triggering squeals from her. When Jenny turned over, Don's pecker stared at her. Her eyes widened. 

A moment later, Don was on top of her and she was lock, stock and cock with him. Cozily they kissed until their passion raised hotly. Jenny spread her arms over her head and let Don carpet her with kisses from her face to pubes. 

Jenny shut her eyes and breathed raggedly as Don went down on her. Jenny draped her legs on Don's shoulders as his tongue roved in her fairyland. She was juicy and her natural scent was divine. Moans streamed from Jenny's lips kicking up more excitement from Don. 

Later, Don's finger was churning inside Jenny's pussy. In and out...in and out... coating each time his finger with her slick juice. "Oh God...I'm coming!" Jenny was tensing as Don lapped her lavishly. Jenny's hands were white knuckled as they gripped the sheets and her head thrashed about side by side. Her hips undulated as her chin raised with her mouth opened like she's being strangled. In a few seconds, Jenny hit her rip-roaring climax and her body shook, her juice drenching Don's mug.

Don knelt on the mattress and Jenny quickly sat up and sucked his cock salaciously. His face was a mask of torment, like he was having a persistent toothache. 

"Fuck me Don, I'm so creamed up," she almost barked the order. Jenny knelt on all fours and Don held her butt cheeks. He entered her slowly like he had all the time in the world. His cock moved in long strokes inside her wet, slippery cunt. When Jenny began making supplemental thrust and groaning with oh, ahh, yesss and go baby go, harder Don sped up his thrust. He held her waist as he pumped away. Jenny was agog with delight, taking every jolt of pleasure. "Harder, Don..." she groaned. Don giddy-yapped and even spanked her ass cheek till it reddened. "Oh yeah...ah...ah...fuck me Don....fuck!"

Finally, Jenny was lying on her back, legs raised and spread, and her fingers were holding open her pussy, the glistening pink interior on show. Don drove his ramrod into the tiny hole and slid it all right up to her then he pulled and shoved this time in an exquisitely slow pace. "This is the wettest pussy I've ever seen," he muttered in his thought.

"Come on dig it up baby, dig it up," Jenny wailed as her hips bucked up and down. Don leaned, his arms snaked under hers, and his fingers curled through her hair, held her thrashing head and kissed her like a real lover should. As he kissed her hard, his butt flexed, humped, and ground growing to a rapid pace. Jenny's hands clutched his back muscles sliding down to his butt pressing it down to her like she was desperately hurrying to come again. 

"Yesss, ooh, this is soo good, fuck me Don, harder, deeper, ohhh, ohhh, it's coming again, ohh no, this is biggg, ohhhhh..." Jenny was seized with a fit of spasm and flew to 7th heaven with long, hard moans that drove Don to the edge, spilling his seed into the pit of her contracting cunt. Jenny pulled Don over her shoulder and straddled him, without disengaging his cock from her and continued bouncing above him. Her pussy gripped him hard and Don's eyes widened as she summoned from him another shot. Don managed to orgasm again and he couldn't believe he had rebooted that fast. As their tempest subsided Jenny collapsed on him and their kisses became more loving, affectionate and tender as they exchanged panting breaths.

When Don lipped Jenny's nipples his eyes caught a glimpse of something, which made him immediately suspicious. "Oh Jenny, we're being watched I found a hidden camera." 

"Oh, shit!" Jenny exclaimed.

"God damn it Amby, who's behind this?" said Don suddenly enraged.

Devlin was in the control room and immediately Suzy motioned him to look at the video screen. "Devlin, they discovered the camera." 

"There's nothing we could do about that...just keep on humping me I'm about to cum." Suzy was astride on top of Devlin seated on a swiveling chair. "Suck me Suzy, it's cumming"

Suzy got down on her knees on the floor and gobbled Devlin's cock with squashy sounds as he spewed his come inside Suzy's mouth. It made Suzy's mouth froth with Devlin's thick dense cum that streamed out of the corners of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Amby was lying on the sofa and Wendy, a pretty and sexy young brunette, had successfully made his limp dick now serviceable for fucking. She climbed on top of him, held his semi-hard dick and pushed it into her bald pussy. It entered and old Amby felt like an adolescent. He was grateful to Wendy who was now riding her like a rag doll. Amby closed his eyes and remembered the good old days now flooding his thoughts. Wendy felt a new Amby. He was now hard as a rock. "Wendy, I'm cumming jerk me off with your hand" 

"Whatever you say, grandpop" she alighted from him and held his five and half inch dick. It was as thick as her stick deodorant roll-on. She mashed the German helmet looking head with her thumb then pumped it down to the root. His cum ejected astonishingly high up in the air, three shots in a row. Amby was gleaming, like a boy watching a firework display. 

"Hey, grandpop, I think we should do this often." 

"Yeah, you have no idea how overjoyed I am, Amby said breathlessly. C'mon give me your pussy I want to eat it."

"Sure, grandpop" Wendy laid on the couch hitched up her plaid mini skirt and spread her knees. 

"My oh my! Bald as a bowling ball! You have such a big clit. Oh wow look at that," uttered Amby as he pushed the hood back to expose a pearly bud. Amby flicked his tongue below it, sliding around the walls of the larger lips, entering the cunt hole and then gnawing her precious bud. "Oh, grandpop your good, I'm near, don't stop." Her cunt juice now stained Amby's crisp white collar. Wendy whimpered and her orgasm was stupendous.



A Swinging Door: Mike Again



This is the end of the story, as far as Mike and Linda are concerned, until several years later. I'll tell you all about that, later, in the proper sequence. I think this particular event, although Linda had been screwed by two other men frequently, set up her need to see Mike again in those later years. 

1d

It was time to go. The final goodbye's had been said, we had our luggage stowed in our cabin and the party on deck was going full-blast. I don't know whether it was the hors-oeuvres or the free booze, but everyone seemed to be having a blast as we took full advantage of our last few minutes together before sailing. It was easy for me to slip away for a moment and find out where Linda and Mike were – although I already had an idea. They had been looking cow-eyed at each other from the time Mike and Tanya came on board. Then, about fifteen minutes into the party, Mike and Linda had disappeared.

How in the heck was I going to find out what they were up to? Those cabins weren't that big, then I remembered that the tiny shower and wash basin was just inside the door of the cabin, and the double bed we had arranged for was around the corner from that little passage-way into the cabin proper. I knew I would be able to listen, even if I couldn't see. It would be a little risky because I still didn't want Linda to know that I had seen her being fucked by Mike, but it was worth the chance.

I took it. The cabin was only one deck below where the party was getting its second wind. It was only the work of a moment to open the door slowly, making sure it didn't make any noise, and then slip into the dark bathroom. I didn't realize how lucky I was until I saw that, in addition to the ability to hear what was going on around that little bend, the mirror for the room was completely in my view. I could see everything! With the darkened interior of the bathroom remaining unlit, I realized I would be able to see and hear everything going on in our cabin without being observed by either Mike or Linda. Not that it would have bothered me if Mike saw me. I knew that he wouldn't say anything to Linda. He wasn't about to break up what they were involved in at the moment.

Linda's dress was pushed up to her waist. He was on top of her, with her nylon-clad legs wrapped almost around his waist, urging him on as he fucked my wife.

"Oh, god, please! Fuck me, fuck me until your can't fuck me any more. I want you so bad," she panted. Obviously, although they must have just gotten started, both of them had plans for the next hour or so. I doubt if at that moment the sun had erupted in a super nova she would have even noticed, and being buried to the hilt in her hot pussy, I doubt if Mike would have either.

I knew that this would have to be a quickie, relatively speaking. We were sailing in just over an hour and I had never known either of them to do it in less when they got together. 

Mike had already pushed Linda's boobs out of the bodice of her dress. His lips were curled tightly around one nipple sucking and gripping it so hard that it was pulled almost straight up off her chest wall, while the fingers of his other hand were leaving white marks where he clutched the other. I watched his back bow as he hunched skyward, then drove his dick into her to the hilt, earning a thrust of her own against his crotch. Her fingers were leaving red furrows on his back. She wanted this - badly!

She began gasping with pleasure as the friction of his cock sliding up and down the clamping walls of her cunt titillated them both. I knew she was near orgasm from the flush that moved slowly up from her sweat covered lower belly to her breasts, then up her neck. Then, with a low mewling sound she jerked her heels higher on his back, spurring him as she would a reluctant steed, to more effort.

Mike was obviously giving her his best. I could hear the tattoo of his lower belly slapping hers, and watch the nuts filled with his sperm tightening as he reached his own apex. The hot sperm shot into her so hard some actually splashed from her matted pussy pelt to the bed covers as he withdrew just slightly too far, then rammed it home in her again.

He was gasping when he relaxed and let his body weight down on my wife's belly.

"Unh, unh," she said shaking her head, "you're not getting off that easy. Its going to be a long time before I get anything this good, and I want all of you before you give up." She was pulling her way around to face his feet even while his cock was still in her cunt. It flopped out as she reached the midway point and I saw her take the shiny trophy in her hand then slide farther down toward the end of the bed, tugging and pulling at her prize. I was no longer surprised to see her open her mouth wide and take all he had to offer in one long kiss that ended with her nose in his pubic hair.

At first Mike just fed it to her, but she pushed him over on his back then and began gobbling his dick like she had never tasted anything as good as that. This was my wife, the woman who only a few months before, had never considered having sex with another man and certainly not sucking his dick until he sent a load of hot cum shooting into her belly. I couldn't have gotten a better cock sucking from a professional whore, and she was far better than they would have been with her lover on his back looking up at the wet hair pie only inches from his mouth. I couldn't have resisted it, and neither could he. Linda had told me that he had not eaten her pussy, but at this moment it was at it's appetizing best and his head disappeared between her thighs.

I could see the amazement reflected in her eyes and the hunger for him as she thrust down hard against his tongue, feeding him her pussy while her own hands cupped his balls and her head drove up and down that long, thick staff. It must have made her cum almost immediately. I saw her legs spread wider and her hips thrusting against him as his cock jerked then began filling her mouth until it overflowed her lips and trickled down her chin to be eagerly lapped up with a tongue still coated with his cum.

"Oh, yes!" she groaned sitting up, astride him. "That was wonderful! Earl loves eating your cum out of my pussy, but it never felt as good as this." She got to her knees and then turned around until she was still astride him, but facing him. I could see Mike's cum smeared face smiling at her as he lifted his hands and once again covered her bare breasts, pulling her down to him for a long, passionate kiss.

"I'll be up there to see you," I heard him whisper, "as often as I can. Do you promise to keep this hot for me?"

Linda tittered like a schoolgirl. "Are you sure you want it kept hot? After all that means other men would be fucking me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, giving her breasts a squeeze, "and I'm sure Earl would prefer it that way."

"That's one of the few things I think he would agree to," she said thoughtfully. "He always seems to be pushing me to fuck other men."

"And you should, Linda. Just think of how reluctant you were the first time and how you've found that you can have as much fun with me as you do with him."

"Would it surprise you to know that I've already done it with two more men?" she asked almost apprehensively.

"No, and I think the experience has given you even more to smile about than you would admit," he told her. "Have you told Earl yet?"

"He knows about the big one at the push button motel," (story 1 and 1a) she admitted, "but I haven't told him about all the others yet, just some. (Story 2) I doubted I needed to. It's pretty evident that someone has been fucking me often," she added with a smile. 

"Not half as often as I would have liked, but you should tell him everything," Mike told her. "He would like that and appreciate your honesty. Tanya tells me all about her lovers, and I tell her about the women I see."

"You told her you were seeing me?" she gasped, suddenly horrified although he had told her before that she knew.

"Of course," he nodded, "you can't keep secrets about something like this from your wife or husband, that's cheating. How did you think I had been able to sneak off just now with her so close? She knows exactly what I'm doing…..Well, maybe not exactly." He told Linda reaching out to her again. "I'm doing Laura too. I had to make sure that there was at least a passable replacement when you left.

"I can't believe it," she gasped again. "And I was trying to be so careful around Laura. And Tanya…Does she tell you everything too?"

Well, maybe not down to the last stroke," he laughed, "but she tells me how he got her and makes sure to leave a load of cum in her before we do it. It's even better when another man has had her." 

"That's what Earl always tells me," she said softly, almost to herself. "Do most men believe that?"

"Only the smartest ones," he told her with another laugh. "Now, let's get down to what we came down here for….and promise me you'll tell Earl what I'm doing, will you?"

"I'll have to give that some more thought," Linda smiled, "but I certainly don't want to deprive him of the best," she said reaching for Mike's semi-hard cock once more.

"That's my girl," he laughed, pushing her back once more and lifting her legs in the crook of his elbows. Let's see how deep it will go!" 

………

It went a lot deeper the second time around, all the easily pushed buttons having been exhausted. It lasted a lot longer too before they were once again holding each other tightly, rolling from one side of the bed to the other, still connected orally and genitally, obviously unable to get enough of each other, ever.

"I'm going to really miss you, honey," he finally whispered as he got off the bed. "I would love to be going with you as an extra husband."

"I'd like that too," Linda told him, sitting up and trying to rearrange her hopelessly wrinkled dress. Mike "helped", smoothing out the bodice over still swollen breasts with protruding nipples. She slapped at his hands playfully.

"Stop it!" she said in mock anger. "If you keep that up, we'll never get out of here."

"Oh, that would be too bad." He laughed, winking at the door to the barely open bathroom. He knew I had been there all the time. 

With a firm background in having sex with other men now established, it wasn't hard to convince her (although she always feigned opposition) to become a "real" swinger. That begins with the next story.



A 'Swinging' Door Opens



This is the first of a series of true stories detailing how I turned my wife from her rigidly moralistic background to a woman who became one-half of a swinging couple who enjoyed sex as much as anyone ever has. It explains how I slowly managed to convert her from the straight-laced lovely I married to a woman who could trip a man and beat him to the floor. It’s also a love story. I could never love anyone more.

1. Beginnings: Mike had been fucking my wife for over 6 years before I wrote this.

The first time it happened, I thought it was just a fluke, but I certainly hoped that wasn't the case. I had been assuring Linda for so long that I didn't mind that she and Mike were obviously attracted to each other and encouraged her to let it continue. So, it was with a little surprise, but a great deal of satisfaction that I heard her say the words I wanted to hear so badly.

"Mike came over today," she said, almost challengingly. She was watching my face for a reaction.

"And.....?" I replied, starting to shed my clothes as I headed for the bedroom.

"And he kissed me," she said defensively. 

I turned, taking off my shirt and said, "Well, that's nothing. He's done that before, hasn't he," knowing full well the answer. I had seen Mike kiss my wife several times as they danced at the local lodge. Who wouldn’t want to do the same? He had just been the first to be so blatant about it, knowing I was watching without obvious disapproval.

At the ripe old age of 31, she still had most of the shape I had admired since our high-school days when, on a dare, I had taken her out the first time. Very much a loner previously, I had admired her from afar, but never had the nerve to ask her out. She had many boys my age around her, but didn’t appear to pay any more attention to them than she did me. Four years later, we married. The 38D cups that covered her lovely breasts had, after two children, swollen to 42DD. Her waist had thickened from seventeen inches to the current 24, and her hips now measured what her bust had when we were first married, but she was still a walking wet dream. I knew it, and so did every man with whom she came in contact. Soft brown hair worn in a page-boy framed a face lovelier than anyone. Mischievous hazel eyes lit with joy when she was excited. That was when I realized that, after twelve years of marriage, she was becoming aroused by another man. What I couldn’t believe was why that turned me on as it had and why I was doing nothing to discourage her, in fact I was welcoming the attentions Mike displayed to her. I realized she did too.

"It went a little further than that," she announced, still watching for my reaction.

"We were sitting on the couch, talking, and he kissed me several times. Then he touched my breasts."

I was still smiling as I took off my work boots and started on my trousers.

"Well, I would have expected that. After all, he's no dummy. I think he feels the same way about you that you do about him, so obviously he would be attracted to you." I had probably let the air out of her sails by saying that. She had expected me, I think to start back peddling on the pronouncement that I had made after the last time we had been out dancing with Mike and his wife. That little chat in the car had led her to admit that she was attracted to him after I had asked her directly. When she said she was, I told her that she should let whatever was going to happen, happen. We were still talking about it that night as we fell into bed. I made sure that I gave her a good hug and kiss before muttering a response to her question about how far she should let it go. It was a question we had debated endlessly before from the time I had first told her I was interested in the swinging lifestyle that had become so prevalent. 

She had laughed at first, then "poo-pooed" the idea, asking me if I would be willing to have another man make love to her. I didn't realize that it was a loaded question then. I do now. When I told her I would, she became angry, telling me that I didn't love her, etc. She was rigid when I took her into my arms and kissed her, telling her that I very much loved her and wanted nothing more than for her to be happy, but I also wasn't worried about another man taking her away from me. I thought our love would be enough to withstand anything anyone else could tempt us with. She would always be mine.

It had pacified her for a while, but I could tell she still wasn't in love with the idea, nor did she know just how far I was willing to go with it. I didn't help her out. I knew the attraction to Mike was there. It had been, right from the start. I had seen the lechery in his eyes when he first saw Linda, and I had seen her responding to him in "non-sexual" ways that led a man on. The relationship grew. I was hoping it would flourish.

"He'll be back, you know," were her final words to me before we went to sleep that night.

He was, in less than a week. 

I had not felt well when I came home that day and so I retired early, pleading a headache. Linda sat up and read, as she often did. It was almost nine when I heard the doorbell ring in my groggy, medicated mind. I heard voices, but I couldn't make out the words. Thinking that it might be someone from work and pertaining to my job, I got up. I was at the door to the bedroom and had opened it softly before I realized that the male voice was Mike's. Curious, The lights in the bedroom still off, I stood there, straining to hear every word, but it obviously wasn't a conversation intended for me. Only when he stood in a certain position could I hear anything intelligible, and then only a few words of the sentence.

Then I heard Linda laugh softly and knew that something was going on that I wanted to know about. Getting a small shaving mirror from the bathroom, I put it in the dark hallway, taking a chance on being observed as I leaned it against the wall. Fortunately, I wasn't. I went back into the bedroom and stood at the door, staring through the crack between the door and the facing, into the mirror. The mirror placement was almost perfect. If there had been just a little less hallway, I could have seen them both. As it was, I had just a partial view of Mike sitting on the couch next to my wife. He seemed very relaxed, smiling and nodding as he usually did, one arm out of sight at shoulder height, leading me to believe that it was around Linda. 

At first nothing happened. I was seriously considering shutting the door and going back to bed when I saw him lean toward the arm that was out of sight. Most of his body was out of my line of sight. It stayed that way for a long time, then it happened again. This time I saw his other arm disappear out of sight.

I felt my cock swelling. I suspected I knew where that hand was going. It took almost thirty minutes for my suspicions to be confirmed. Linda came into view, the top of her gown spread widely apart. She sat down in Mike's lap, facing him, straddling his body. I could see both his hands now. They were clasping her buttocks, one on each side, gently squeezing them. Linda had leaned forward and was kissing him. 

I had known from the start that Mike was a butt man. Almost from the first, as soon as he and my wife had began dancing together at the club, it seemed his hands were constantly near her warm ass, stroking, fondling it, much as I would have been with her breasts. What was even more appealing was that he knew I had seen him doing it. He had given me a few appraising or questioning looks during such occasions. I had always returned them with a smile and a slight nod. Although I hadn't gotten anywhere with his wife, he was obviously doing quite well with mine. I didn't mind that a bit. Neither did his wife, Tanya.

She certainly wasn't blind, and obviously had become inured to her husband's little peccadilloes. Tonight was a little different though. Mike was uncharacteristically quiet. As I watched, I could see that Linda's head was at least eight inches above his. I could barely see his hair over her shoulder. That told me that he had found those delightful breasts of hers just as interesting as her ass. Linda's arms were spread, and her forearms in front of her. She was obviously holding one or both of them up for his admiration and approval. I heard a little sigh of contentment as her head came back and she leaned closer to him. His hands, still on her ass, were tugging her gown higher and higher, edging closer and closer to a full view of her creamy butt cheeks. Both her arms dropped and one of his hands disappeared from sight between them. Linda murmured something and raised herself slightly. I saw that she had unzipped his trousers and pushed them down slightly. Mike's nuts were prominently displayed between the fabric of his trousers, already below his crotch, and the cheeks of my wife's ass. 

At first they remained like that, rocking back and forth slightly, occasionally exchanging kisses. Each kiss lasted a little longer and so did the movement of Mike's hands over my wife's body. Finally I saw her shake her head slightly and raise herself. Mike reached between them, while slowly snaking his trousers lower. I saw his thumb disappear in the vee between her legs and his balls. Linda gasped slightly and then I saw her lean forward and kiss him again. It lasted longer than ever before, and then she stood up, letting her gown fall back into place. 

When Mike got up, my curiosity got the better of me. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the hall. I got there just in time to see Mike, with both his hands inside Linda's gown, kiss her and slide his hands down to cup her ass once more. Linda closed and locked the door behind him as I scurried back to the bedroom, retrieving my mirror as I went.

I had barely gotten back to bed before she turned out the light in the living room and I heard her steps coming down the hallway. I had recovered to a semi rigid state by the time she finished her nightly ablutions and joined me in bed. Her arm accidentally touched me as she pulled the covers up. I feigned a sleepy question.

"Was that Mike?" and listened for her reply.

"Yes," she answered shortly.

"Good," I murmured, before pretending to go back to sleep. 

I said nothing about the late night visit that had lasted more than three hours the next morning. Linda had nothing to say either. I spent the day with difficulty, wondering what she would tell me when I got home that evening.

I literally had to pry it out of her as we sat eating supper that night.

"I thought I heard Mike last night. Was he over?"

She nodded. "What did he want?" I asked as innocently as possible.

"He said he wanted to talk to you about this weekend," she responded, eyeing her succotash, "and that he would call you later." 

"Did he have anything else to say?" I asked. Her reply was just a shake of her head before she added "No, we just talked for a while, then he went home."

It was still troubling me when I was preparing to go to work the next day. So much so that, to my disgrace, I put a voice activated tape recorder beneath our bed with the mike taped behind the headboard. I wanted to hear more of their conversations and, after last night, I suspected it might occur in our bedroom.

For three or four days I got nothing. Then, on the next day, after she went over to see her friend, Laura, I pulled the tape recorder out, turned it on and hit pay dirt. 

At first it was just muffled sounds, then their laughter and the creak of the bed as they settled into it. Linda was silent except for little sighs of appreciation. When the sounds of the headboard bumping the wall behind it rhythmically, I looked up to where it would have made contact. I saw the thin line of disturbed texture where it had rubbed against the wall. Mike had spent a large part of the day, judging from the length of the tape, fucking my wife. He cooed with pleasure as he sunk his dick into her, urging her to spread her legs wider. The intermittent silences, except for the headboard, signaled what I suspected was a change in positions. Finally I heard Linda, almost gasping, say "I'm cum-m-m-i-n-g," and a final gasp that I've heard from her many times as her orgasm peaked.

There was a muffled, "Wow" from Mike and some other exchanges of words before the marital bed resumed its squeaking. Three times more I heard Linda gasping with pleasure before the final sounds that sent me into my own ecstasy.

I had heard him say that he had to go more than two hours into the tape, even after fast-forwarding it through the unintelligible parts. His next words were the key.

"Suck it," I heard him whisper, then the sounds of my wife's mouth on his organ just before he exploded in her mouth with a gasp of his own.

"Don't go away, honey," were Mike's last words on the tape as they closed the bedroom door behind them and went down the hallway together, with Linda laughing.

I left the recorder there for days after, hoping to hear more but nothing came. It was more than a month later before Linda finally told me that Mike had nailed her. Again.

"Mike picked me up to go flying today," she said, as we finished supper that night. It had been a gloomy day, heavy with rain-swollen clouds, so I knew that they couldn't have made it together in the airplane. Then she finally said the words I had hoped to hear. They came flooding out.

"It was too cloudy, so we couldn't go. We went to the push button motel instead," she said as nonchalantly as she would have announced she had been shopping. The push button motel was a local haunt for those who wanted privacy during an affair. 

I looked at her and saw her face was flaming with embarrassment. Then she blurted out, "and he fucked me. Are you happy now?"

I wiped my mouth with my napkin and went around to stand beside her. 

"I'm delighted, I said, hugging her, "and I only hope that you enjoyed it as much as he probably did."

The tears poured down her cheeks as she admitted that our friend had spent the entire day plowing my wife's hungry pussy, leaving her full of his cum, exhausted by their mutual efforts and enjoyment. "I didn't want to tell you," she said, sobbing and holding onto me, "but he made me promise that I would. I'm so ashamed."

"Why?" I asked her, tilting her head up and kissing her. "I suspected this would happen sooner or later. I'm just surprised that it took him this long to get the nerve to ask you to be with him. And I'm delighted." I could tell from the expression on her face that this wasn't what she had expected to hear. She was barely able to croak out "And you don't mind?" as the tears continued. 

"No, honey," I assured her, kneeling down beside her and holding her even closer, "I not only don't mind, I hope you'll do it again. That's what I've been telling you all along, I wanted you to do it with him. I wanted it to happen, and I'm glad that it was with someone like Mike, who we both like." I paused for a moment, kissing her again, then asked the critical question.

"Did you enjoy it?" I wasn't prepared for the answer I got.

"Yes, damn you!" she responded, pounding the table with her small fist, "I enjoyed it. Now I hope you're happy. And I will do it again. I liked feeling him inside me, but I'll never understand why you wanted me to fuck him."

I had to think for a moment. Her response wasn't anything like what I expected to hear, and I knew that I had to be very careful or blow the whole thing.

"Because I like the thought of other men making love to you, and your responding to them because you like what they do to you, or what it feels like when you do it with them. If it hadn't been Mike, at one time or another, it would have been someone else." I held up my hand as she started to respond to that.

"I don't see anything wrong with it. Do you love me any less than you did yesterday?" I could see she was thinking, then she slowly shook her head.

"And I have to tell you that I love you more every day, and especially today because you did something that you knew I wanted you to do, then told me about it. That took nerve." I hugged her again and kissed her.

That night, after we made love, she lay close to me and whispered contentedly, "I do love you, you know. I just couldn't believe that it wouldn't embarrass or hurt you to know that I was with another man and enjoyed it."

I cuddled her in my arms and added a few words to those I had already reaffirmed repeatedly tonight and before.

"I hope you will continue to enjoy it," I told her softly. "I want you and Mike to be together as often as you want and I have no objection if there are other men with whom you want to be. It just proves what a desirable lovely woman you are. It makes me feel even better to know that they think so too."

"But what about Tanya?" she asked. "Won't she be angry?"

"I hate to burst your bubble, honey, but Tanya already knows how Mike feels about you. I've already asked her about it before the two of you got together. She not only doesn't mind, she laughed and told me that it took some of the pressure off her. She has a thing going with another man too. Mike knows all about it. He doesn't mind either."

"But won't you be after her? After all, we talked about swinging and I thought that was what it was all about, having sex with each other's spouses."

"Of course I'd love to," I told her truthfully, but I don't think I'll get to first base with her. She already is having more than enough fun to suit her." I didn't know how prophetic those words were. It was years before I got to enjoy Tanya's charms.

It also wasn't until months later that my wife got up enough nerve to tell me what had happened that first time they had decided to go all the way in the push button motel. I still call it her first time, because the few other times he had fucked her, it had been just a frightening, worrisome (for her) prelude to what happened that day. It had been in Mike's mind, and hers too, for months before it went all the way as it did that day.

That first time, in our house that night, was just a test. A practice run, you might call it. All the groping and feeling that followed after that first short encounter and a few quicky fucks they had been able to enjoy for a short time, had been fun, but not satisfying for either of them. Now he had finally enjoyed the one that I knew would hook him. It had to happen sooner or later, and they both knew sooner or later, after that, that it was going to go all the way. Mike was sure by this time that she would be amenable to his charms, ready for an all day fuck. That's what it turned out to be, she admitted.

Mike had told her he was coming by to pick her up that morning and that they would be going "somewhere". She had suspected that he wanted to fuck her, but the idea of the push button motel hadn't occurred to her. She knew that he was already enjoying himself with the few short infrequent visits to our house, but she didn't realize how much more Mike wanted from her than a quick roll in the hay, and how long he had been planning this.

Mike added to her account much later, finally comfortable enough with our relationship that to tell me about that day. The wait was worth it. I could almost "see" what had happened that gloomy day weather-wise, but brilliant in my wife's development into a sexual being.

Linda had been dressed conservatively, he told me, but enticingly. When he picked her up and saw that peasant, off the shoulder blouse, he had wondered if she was wearing a bra. Her full, flowing, knee length skirt showed off her legs. He knew she would be wearing high heels. She always wore them, whether she planned to fly or not. She knew how well they set her legs off and how men liked to admire them.

She was a little surprised when Mike took the road that led to the interior rather than into town, but she didn't mind. She felt safe with him, pulled beneath his arm, held close to him.