27 comments/ 50953 views/ 30 favorites Adventures in Open Marriage By: swingerjoe I was trying to be as quiet as possible, but her pussy felt so warm, slick and tight wrapped around my cock, and nothing else seemed to matter. Her bed slammed against the wall each time I thrust inside her, and it created an annoying thumping sound. But I didn't care. I was lost in my own little world of ecstasy. Her muffled moaning was so soft and sweet, and her lips were so full and tasty, I couldn't care less about the noise we were making. And then I heard the knock at her bedroom door. "Linda? Are you okay in there?" It was her mother. I quickly scurried off the bed, smashing my knee against the knob of the bedpost in the process, and whispered a few curse words under my breath as I hid behind the bed. My heart raced, and my face flushed with panic and embarrassment. How the hell did I get myself into this situation? After all, I was forty-two years old. And happily married. *** It all began several weeks earlier when my wife, Sabrina, had met a man online named Frank. We had made the decision two years prior to become "swingers," and she encountered Frank while chatting on our favorite swingers website one afternoon. They hit it off immediately, and we eventually agreed to meet with him in person. Our decision to begin swinging hadn't come without a considerable amount of intense discussion and debate. Once we made that decision, it opened up a whole new world of excitement and eroticism for both of us, and it seemed that there would be no turning back. Swinging presented us with a new "hobby" to enjoy together as a couple, and our social life blossomed overnight. After "dating" a few different couples, we eventually found one whose company we greatly enjoyed. We met Ron and Charlotte online, and quickly developed a friendship with them. Ron was laid-back and funny, and knew how to have a good time, and Charlotte was sweet and absolutely gorgeous. She had a bright smile, bright blue eyes, a cute face and a fantastically soft and petite body. She was also very loving and passionate in bed, and enjoyed having me finish in her mouth - which is a particular fetish of mine. We got together with them on a regular basis, about twice per month on average, over the course of a year. Sometimes we would simply hang out together socially, but most meetings would end with the four of us in bed. Eventually, I noticed that Sabrina wasn't enjoying her time with Ron nearly as much as I enjoyed being with Charlotte. Apparently, Ron was rather selfish in bed, and Sabrina confessed that she had never had an orgasm with him (although she faked a few for his benefit.) She knew how much I enjoyed being with Charlotte, and I believe she went along with this arrangement for my benefit. When we first began swinging, we had made a pact to never "take one for the team." Once I came to the realization that Sabrina was doing just that, I brought an end to our visits with Ron and Charlotte. It was during the waning moments of that relationship's demise that Sabrina first encountered Frank. After meeting with him in person, she mentioned, with some hesitation, that Frank requested that she meet him at his office, alone. He wanted to experience, first-hand, the amazing blowjob skills that Sabrina often bragged to him about. Initially, I was irritated that he would even ask her to meet with him alone, as I viewed swinging as an activity we did together as a couple. But the more I thought about it, the more aroused I became by the naughty idea of sending my wife off to suck some other man's cock. I gave her my blessing, and she skipped away to his office. When she returned, she shared every detail of her encounter. She was incredibly turned on by what happened, and I was equally aroused to hear it. We had intense and passionate sex that day, and for days afterward. It didn't seem to make sense to me why I found that encounter so arousing, given that I wasn't even there to witness it. Yet, I learned that the mind is the greatest sexual organ in the human body. My imagination was able to fill in the gaps in a way that my eyes and ears weren't capable of doing. That first experience with Frank had a profound effect on how Sabrina and I viewed our extramarital fun. We realized that we didn't need to swing together in order for both of us to get enjoyment from the experience. And I learned that these experiences raised her libido to such a high level that I benefitted greatly from it in the end. Sabrina kept in touch with Frank online throughout the week. One day, she came to me, wearing a familiar naughty grin. "Can I go visit Frank again?" she asked, like a child asking for ice cream. "Again?" I said. "I don't know, honey." I was trying to play it cool, but as soon as the words came out of her mouth, I felt an undeniable stirring in my pants. "Please? He's had a rough week, and he's all pent-up. He needs a release." "Well, maybe I need a release, too," I said with a smile. She smiled wide in return. "Oh, I'll take care of you afterward," she promised. "I don't know if you'll have enough energy after fucking another guy," I suggested. "Who said anything about fucking? I'm just going to suck his dick. Then I'll come back home and fuck your brains out!" "You're going over there to suck his dick again? I don't get it. What's in it for you?" Sabrina paused for a moment. "I don't know," she said. "It just makes me feel really dirty. It's like my Viagra." "Well," I said, "as long as you promise to come back home and fuck me..." The words had barely escaped from my lips when she kissed me and bolted for the door. *** From that point on, Sabrina began visiting Frank at his office about once a week, on average. To my confusion and bewilderment, she didn't fuck him. She simply drove to his office in the middle of the day and sucked his dick. There was something about it that she enjoyed immensely. Each time she returned home from his office, she was so worked up, she practically devoured me. We were having the best sex of our lives, and I certainly wasn't complaining that our days of swinging had seemingly been placed on hiatus. One night, as I was lying on the couch watching TV, she came into the living room wearing nothing except high heels and a tiny black dress that barely covered her ass. I gave her a wide-eyed look and she giggled. "Frank wants me to come visit him," she explained. I instantly felt a pang of jealousy. It was a familiar feeling for me by then, as I felt it every time I shared her with another man. It is an illogical, primal reaction, like the sensation of fear one experiencing when riding a roller coaster or watching a horror movie. I was addicted to it. "Have fun," I responded as casually as I could. She flashed me the dirtiest of grins and promised she would return shortly. I watched her ass wriggle as she walked out the door. As the minutes passed, I experienced all of the usual emotions whenever she would visit Frank: excitement, jealousy, arousal, and panic. My heart raced as adrenaline coursed through my body, and my cock was so hard it ached. The slightest touch would have pushed me right over the edge. It seemed as though an eternity passed when she finally returned home. I was still sitting on the couch, and still trying to appear as calm and casual as possible. She appeared a little disheveled, and she gave me a wicked grin as she approached me. "Well?" I asked. This was my favorite part of the entire experience: the sharing of "the story." She sat next to me on the couch. Her dress was so short that her bare ass touched the fabric. She made no effort to conceal herself. Instead, she swiveled and faced me, placing her feet on the couch and spreading her knees, revealing her glistening, bare pussy. She lightly fingered herself as she spoke. "Well, I told you the other day about how Frank mentioned he was into Dom/sub play," she said. I nodded, transfixed on her playful fingers. "I didn't really know what he meant," she continued. "I know what it is, but I don't really know what it's all about. But it intrigued me, so I agreed to be his 'sub' on a trial basis." This was stunning news to me. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Basically, I do whatever he says," she said. I didn't like the idea of some other guy telling my wife what to do, but she seemed so excited by the idea, and I didn't want to burst her bubble. "Go on," I said. "He asked me...no, he told me to meet him at his office tonight, and to dress as sexy as I could. I don't know why, but just doing as he ordered made me really horny." As she continued to play with herself, I took my rock-hard cock out of my pants. She smiled. "I see it's making you horny, too." "Just continue your story," I said. "Well, I went to his office, and I barely took two steps inside when he shoved his hand right under my dress and put his fingers right in my pussy. I was shocked, but so freaking aroused and wet. I started moaning loudly, and he told me to be quiet. "He led me over to his desk and turned me around so that my back was facing him. Then he bent me down so that my head was on his desk. His shoved his fingers inside me again. He must have had at least three fingers in there, I felt so full. And he started fucking me with his fingers, really rough and hard. It felt so fucking good. I was gushing all over his hand!" I continued stroking my cock, and felt a gush of pre-cum leak from the tip. Sabrina noticed, and leaned forward, swiping the tip of my cock with her finger, and then placing it in her mouth. "Mmmm," she said with a grin. "He kept thrusting his fingers inside me, and was rubbing up against my G-spot really hard. I started cumming so hard. And it lasted a really long time. It felt like I was cumming for, like, two minutes! "He removed his hand, and asked if I enjoyed my fingering. I said yes, and he said, 'yes, what?' I just gave him a strange look. I said, 'yes, I did. A lot.' He just shook his head and said, 'yes, Sir.' I felt like such an idiot! So I repeated, 'yes, Sir.' Then he told me to leave." "He told you to leave?" I asked, incredulously. "Yeah! I thought it was weird, too!" she said. "I just kind of gave him a pouty look. I reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants, and I could tell he was hard as a rock. I asked him if he was sure he wanted me to leave, and he said he hadn't given me permission to touch his dick, so I quickly took my hand away." "That's weird," I said. "It gets weirder! So, I turned to leave, and as I reached the door, I asked him one more time if he was sure I couldn't suck his dick. I don't know why, but I really, really wanted to suck it! I was practically begging him! He said that I had been a good girl for showing up dressed so sexy, just as he had asked, and that I deserved a reward. He said that if I asked him nicely enough, he would allow me to suck his dick." "Allow you?" "Yeah! And I swear, at that moment, I felt like it really would be a privilege to suck his dick!" "Unbelievable," I said. "Maybe we need to try this whole Dom/sub thing!" Sabrina laughed. "Anyway, I asked him, 'can I please suck your dick?' And then I remembered to call him 'Sir.' He smiled, and told me to get on my knees. He then took his cock out, and told me to open my mouth. He put his cock in my mouth, and I started to suck it. But then he took it out, and told me he hadn't given me permission to suck it." "This is so bizarre," I said. "So I just sat there, kneeling on the floor of his office, with my mouth open. He told me he was going to put his dick in my mouth and cum down my throat. And he ordered me to swallow it all. I can't even tell you how much I wanted to do exactly as he said. Then, the weirdest thing happened. He put his cock all the way into my mouth, and without any movement whatsoever, I felt it convulsing. The next thing I know, I'm feeling all of this hot liquid filling my throat. I hadn't even touched him! How is that possible?" I shook my head, transfixed on her every word. "I swallowed every drop, as I was told, and he took his cock out of my mouth, zipped up, and told me to leave." "Wow," I said. "That was some experience." "And now," she said, "I need to be fucked. Hard. Can you do that for me?" I didn't need to be asked twice. *** Sabrina and Frank continued to experiment with their Dom/sub relationship over the next several weeks. At times, Frank would play the role of "sub", and Sabrina would be his "Dom." On one such occasion, she said that she would visit him at his office and suck his cock. She ordered him to cum within two minutes. He only needed half the time. From the beginning of their relationship, Sabrina felt guilty about having so much fun without me, and she began insisting that I look for a "girlfriend" to play with on the side. I explained that I was completely satisfied with our arrangement as it was. She was constantly horny, and our sex life had never been more exciting or passionate. I felt no desire to be with another woman just to "make it even." "Do you think our swinging days are over?" I asked one night. I could tell she was measuring her words carefully. "I don't know. What do you think?" "I enjoyed swinging, and wouldn't mind doing it again," I said. "But I know how hard it was to find a couple we were both compatible with." "Yeah, that's true," she said. "And I always thought it was distracting having sex in front of each other. I was so focused on what you were doing that I couldn't fully enjoy myself. Even when we had sex in different rooms, there was always that awkward moment when one of us would finish before the other, and then we'd just have to listen and wait." "I suppose so," I said. "So, what, you think we're all done swinging together?" "What do you think about having an open marriage?" she asked. "What does that mean, exactly?" "Basically, instead of swinging together, we would swing separately." "You mean we would each have the option of having sex with other people?" "Mmm-hmm," she cooed. "Well, how would that be different than what we've been doing for the past month or so?" "It wouldn't," she said. "I just thought we should make it official, I guess." "Well," I said with some hesitance, "I really enjoy swinging. But I really enjoy this situation we have now, too." "Except, you haven't been with anyone else. I feel bad about that." "What do you feel bad? It's not your fault. I know you'd let me go off on my own if I wanted. I just haven't wanted to." "Hmm..." she said, and reached down to stroke my dick. "Well, I know you'd enjoy having a new pussy to fuck, a new mouth on your cock, a new hand to jack you off. Wouldn't you?" "Yeah, I guess so," I replied with stilted breath. "Then let's give it a try," she said, cheerfully. "If we don't like it, we can always go back to swinging. Or not. But either way, you need to get some new pussy." "I will," I said, "on one condition: we share every detail of our adventures with each other. I want to know everything you're doing. And I want you to know everything I'm doing." "Deal," she said, and lowered her mouth onto my cock. *** I searched our website, and eventually came across the profile of Linda and her husband, Dan. They described themselves as a fun-loving couple who occasionally enjoyed sharing her with other men. The photos of Linda were certainly enticing. She had long, dark hair, piercing dark eyes, full and luscious lips and a shapely body. I sent them an introductory e-mail, and was surprised to receive a quick reply. Less than a week later, I sat in a bar in a neighboring town, at a table across from Dan. Although he was there to "interview" me on behalf of his wife, he spent more time talking about himself. He was big and muscular, and owned a motorcycle shop in town. He spent a great deal of time explaining to me all the different makes and models of bikes that he services, and all the different types of vehicles he owns. I'm the type of guy who drives a vehicle for the sole purpose of getting from Point A to Point B, so I had little interest, but I nodded and asked him plenty of questions out of politeness. Apparently, I passed whatever test he had given me, because he invited me to his house to meet his wife. When we arrived, I was surprised to see her entire family gathered around their kitchen table. Dan introduced me as an "old friend", and Linda politely shook my hand and barely looked at me for the rest of the night. He told me she had a shy personality, and that certainly seemed to be true. I didn't sense that there was any connection between us whatsoever, and figured I wouldn't see her again. Yet, the following morning, I received a message in my in-box from Dan, telling me that Linda wanted to meet me for drinks the following weekend. I met them at a very loud bar filled with biker types, all clad in leather and sporting tattoos. As I am more of a white-collar guy, I felt like a fish out of water, but I managed to blend in as best as possible. When the band began playing a tune that had some rhythm to it, I asked Linda to dance with me. Finally, her expression showed some sign of life, and we enjoyed a fun dance together. I learned that her husband never dances. I also learned that if you want to hook up with someone's wife that it's best to do something a little different than her husband. Linda seemed to warm up to me at that point, and for the first time, I felt that there was some positive chemistry between us. During the course of our conversation throughout the night, I learned that Dan and Linda shared their home with both their ten-year-old son and Linda's elderly mother. When they invited me back to their house afterward, I assumed that there would be no fooling around, given that the entire family was home. As soon as I sat at their kitchen table, however, Linda sat on my lap and kissed me passionately. Although I enjoyed the feeling of her soft lips on mine, I was distracted by the fear that her son or mother might burst into the kitchen at any moment. She must have sensed my apprehension, as she asked me to join her in the bedroom. When we entered her bedroom, I was surprised to see that several candles were lit, and the bed was turned down. I assumed that Dan had prepared the room for us, and I couldn't help but wonder where he had gone. Linda assured me that we were alone, and that Dan was in another room of the house. She closed the door and we kissed again. The shy woman I met earlier in the evening had transformed into a lustful and uninhibited seductress. I ran my hands along her body and enjoyed how differently it felt than Sabrina's. While Sabrina was petite and fit, Linda had voluptuous curves, large breasts, and a round and ample ass. As our tongues played together, I squeezed her breasts, and she emitted a sweet and soft moan. One of her hands drifted to the front of my pants, and she squeezed my hard cock through the fabric. She then used both hands to unzip my pants, and reached inside to pull my dick through the hole. She gave my cock a few strokes as we continued to kiss. She dropped to her knees and took me into her warm mouth. The softness of her full lips felt incredible as she hungrily devoured me, taking me all the way into her throat and back out again, over and over. I felt waves of warmth and tingling, pleasurable sensations swelling within me, and I pulled her to her feet before our fun came to a premature ending. I led her over to her bed, and lay on top of her, kissing her neck and gently squeezing her breasts while unbuttoning her jeans. I slid down the bed and helped her wriggle out of her jeans. She then lifted her ass off the bed so that I could remove her panties as well. Once again, I found myself enjoying the contrast between my wife and this woman I had just met. Sabrina kept her pubic region completely shaved, and Linda was sporting a small tuft of hair in a triangle shape just above her vulva. I ran my tongue along her labia and savored the sweetness of her. I spent a great deal of time licking and sucking her pussy, both for her enjoyment, and also to give me time to recover. Adventures in Open Marriage As I continued to taste her, I undressed myself, hastily tossing my clothes to unknown darkened corners of her bedroom. I began using my fingers along with my tongue, and this seemed to push her over the edge, as she flailed on the mattress beneath her. Oddly, she remained eerily silent, eliciting only a faint moan. She pulled me on top of her, and I rubbed my cock along her wet slit. She kissed me with urgency, grabbed my hips, and pulled me inside her. She kissed me again, and her lips melted in my mouth as I slowly pushed deeper inside her. Her pussy was warm and wet, and I easily slid my full length inside her with one movement. I pumped my cock in out of her, slowly at first, but then quicker and harder. Her soft moaning grew slightly louder, and she spread her legs, allowing me to get deeper. The wetness of her pussy created a delicious sloshing sound that filled the room. And then...there was an urgent knock on her bedroom door. "Linda? Are you okay in there?" Her elderly mother must have been awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of Linda's bed creaking and the thud of the headboard against their bedroom wall. I had no idea what to do. My first instinct was to duck for cover behind her bed. As I did so, Linda suppressed a burst of laughter. She rose from the bed and stood next to the door, still giggling. "Everything is fine, Mom," she said. "Go back to bed." She returned to the bed, still giggling uncontrollably. "I'm glad you think it's funny," I whispered as I came out of hiding. "She scared me to death." "It's fine," she said. "You can come out of hiding now." After all the commotion, I had completely lost my hard-on. It didn't take long for Linda's expert mouth to bring me back to fullness, however. We eventually resumed where we had left off before the interruption. This time, I took extra care to ensure that I didn't make too much noise. The fact that I had to be slower and more methodical only seemed to heighten our arousal and the intensity of our pleasure. After an extended session of deep and slow fucking, I unloaded deep inside her. I could tell that she hadn't finished yet, but I couldn't hold out any longer. I offered to take care of her, but she insisted that she was satisfied. After dressing, I asked Linda to make sure the coast was clear before I scurried out of the bedroom and to my waiting car. The following morning, I related my evening's exploits to Sabrina, and she burst into laughter. She was thrilled that I had found someone to play with, and I sensed that it gave her justification for continuing to play on her own. I got together with Linda two weeks later, and enjoyed a similar experience, but without the intruding mother at the door. Over the next several weeks, I met with Linda and Dan on occasion. Sometimes, we would simply meet at a bar for drinks and dancing. Other times, we would wind up back at their place, and Linda and I would end up in bed together. At no time was Dan ever present in the room with us; and for that, I was grateful. Over time, we got together less and less often. Although Linda always seemed to enjoy being with me, both in and out of the bedroom, I sensed that she was drifting away for reasons only she could explain. Oddly enough, Sabrina began drifting away from Frank at around the same time. I soon discovered that part of the reason for her growing disinterest in Frank was that Sabrina had discovered a new interest. *** I sat at my desk one afternoon, responding to one dull e-mail after another, when I received a phone call from Sabrina. It was rare to receive a call from her in the middle of her workday, so I answered immediately. "He knows," she said in a hushed tone. "Who knows?" I responded. "And what does he know?" "Roberto," she said. "He knows about me. About us. Everything." It took a moment for me to process what she was saying. Roberto was her co-worker, and she had mentioned him a few times before. She had a thing for bald guys like him, and she had made a few off-hand remarks to me over the years that she had a "crush" on him. He flirted with her relentlessly, but because he was a co-worker, she declared him to be "off-limits." She felt that it would be far too awkward, and cause too many potential problems, to get involved with a co-worker, and I agreed. "What do you mean he knows everything?" I asked. "He said something this morning about seeing me online. I asked what he meant, but he just smiled, and was really evasive. So I asked him again this afternoon, and he mentioned our checkered curtain and my dress with all the holes in it." I knew that dress well. She wore it in one of my favorite photos of her, and it was the photo we chose as our profile picture for our swingers website. In that photo, she was standing in our bedroom, in front of our checkered curtain, striking a sexy pose. Her long, red hair hid her face, and she had pulled down the top of her dress to reveal her ample breasts, which she held in her hands. She wore a clingy black dress that had holes strategically cut into it to reveal bits and pieces of her porcelain skin. I wasn't much of a photographer, but I considered that photo to be a true masterpiece. "How does he know it's you?" I asked. Her hair intentionally covered her face in the photo to hide her identity. "Oh, he knows. Trust me. He put two and two together." "So then he's a member of the website, too?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess so," she said. "What do I do?" "What do you mean? Don't do anything." "But he knows. And he wants to talk about it." She agreed to have a late lunch with him that day to discuss their common interest away from the prying ears of their co-workers. "Nothing is going to happen," Sabrina assured me. "I will keep my pants on, I promise." "Honey," I said, "you know you can if you want to." "Yeah, I know," she said, "but it would just be way too weird to hook up with someone at work. I don't want to go down that road." We left the conversation there, and I didn't think much of it for the rest of the day. At around three o'clock, Sabrina phoned me. "Hi, honey," she said. "I'm just calling to let you know I'm just leaving now. I should be home in about half an hour." "Wow," I replied. "I expected you to be home by now. Everything okay?" "Yeah," she said. She sounded strange. "How did your talk with Roberto go?" "Well...I kept my pants on," she said with a hint of naughtiness. Instantly, I became aroused. I honestly didn't expect anything to happen during their friendly chat. And yet, this cryptic statement instantly aroused me. *** When Sabrina arrived back at home, she eagerly led me to our bedroom and closed the door behind her. She told me she arrived at Roberto's apartment promptly at one o'clock. She hadn't eaten all morning, and was famished when she knocked on his door. He greeted her with a warm smile and a hug. He appeared as though he had just stepped out of the shower, and he wore a tee-shirt and sweat pants with just a hint of cologne. She said he smelled fresh and clean. He told Sabrina that he had just ordered a pizza, and that they had about twenty minutes until it would arrive. He poured her a glass of white wine, and she happily accepted it. They sat on opposite ends of his couch and engaged in small talk. After a long pause, Roberto spoke. "So, how long have you been swinging?" Sabrina blushed. She had hoped to keep this facet of her life away from her co-workers, but it was obvious her secret had been exposed. "About two years," she answered. "Have you had a lot of success with the site?" he asked. Clearly, he really wanted to know how many men she had been with. She wasn't taking the bait. "Not really," she lied. "How about you?" "No, not really," he responded, probably lying as well. There was another long pause, as they both seemed to weigh their next questions. "You're not going to tell anyone at work about this, right?" she asked. "Of course not," he said. "And you won't tell anyone about me?" "No." She took another sip of wine. She felt so nervous, she didn't realize that she emptied her glass. With her empty stomach, the alcohol had gone straight to her head. She began to feel loose and uninhibited, and she knew that was dangerous. "Why are you sitting so far away?" he asked. She smiled, and moved closer to him. Instantly, the sexual energy between them became undeniable. He shifted closer to her until they were touching. He placed his hand on her shoulder, pulled her toward him, and kissed her with fervor. His tongue flickered around hers, and she instantly felt her panties moisten. Her workplace crush was a better kisser than she had imagined even in her deepest and darkest fantasies. She seemed to fade away into another world, but was yanked back into reality by the sound of knocking on his door. Their pizza had arrived. Roberto greeted the delivery man while attempting to hide the tent in his pants. Sabrina couldn't help but notice the size of it, and it only intrigued her further. He poured another glass of wine, and they shared a few slices while making awkward conversation. For a moment, Sabrina wondered if he had second thoughts about kissing her, but once they were finished eating, he pulled her toward him once again, and their make-out session resumed where it had left off. She straddled him as he sat on the couch, and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her. She was tempted to reach down and feel its girth, but she had made a promise to herself and was determined to keep it. Without warning, Roberto flipped her over onto her back and dry-humped her on the couch, kissing her on the lips and neck and pressing his hardness into her. She was greatly tempted to cross the line, but managed to restrain herself. She gently pushed him away, and he gave her a look of exasperation. This wasn't fair to him, she told me. She had made a promise to herself, but there was no reason he had to suffer. As long as she kept her pants on, she reasoned, her promise was still intact. She shoved him backward into a seated position. She could see his hard-on straining against the fabric of his sweat pants, and she placed her hand over it and gave it a squeeze. It felt both thick and long. He closed his eyes and smiled, eliciting a low moan. She moved to the floor, spread his knees apart, and knelt in between them. With some effort, she removed his sweat pants and underwear. His cock sprung forward, and stood upright in front of her. It was impressively large, and thicker than average. She seemed to examine it for a while before taking it in her hand and giving it a few strokes. She brought it to her lips and fed it into her mouth, and savored the way it filled her so completely. She continued to bob up and down on his lap, sucking and slurping the head into her mouth while stroking his shaft with one hand. Just when she considered shedding all inhibitions and mounting him there and then, she felt his cock swell in her mouth. Without warning, he flooded her mouth with such a heavy load of cum that she couldn't swallow it all. She felt a warm river flow down the length of his shaft and onto her hand as she continued to stroke him. She sucked until she had elicited every last drop from him, and then sat back on her heels and smiled at him. "You are a dirty girl, aren't you?" he said with a smile. "You have no idea," she responded. *** I hadn't seen Linda in weeks, although I texted her almost daily. Even though we had been intimate on a number of occasions, she still seemed quiet and shy whenever I attempted to have a meaningful conversation with her. I had grown impatient waiting for her to come out of her shell, and nearly wrote her off for good, when she texted me one day with plans for us to get together during the coming Friday night. I had already made plans to meet with some friends that night, but I told her I would cancel those plans, as I hadn't seen her in a while, and I missed the taste of her. She seemed to like that. As Friday approached, I noticed that Linda became more distant and abrupt in her texts. Then, just hours before I was to meet her on Friday night, she texted to let me know that plans had changed, and that they wouldn't be meeting me after all. I responded politely. I also made the instantaneous decision not to contact her ever again. Anyone who would show such little concern for my time simply wasn't worth my company. Sabrina was disappointed when I gave her the news. She really enjoyed the fact that I had a "girlfriend" on the side. "I feel like I shouldn't see Roberto again," she said. "Why is that?" "Well, it doesn't seem fair that I'm getting some 'strange' on the side, and you aren't anymore." I couldn't help but laugh. "Honey, this isn't a contest, and there's nothing 'unfair' about it. You're always going to get more 'strange' than I will. That's just the way it is." "You mean 'cuz I'm such a hottie?" she teased, exposing that adorable dimple on her cheek as she gave me an exaggerated grin. "Yeah, that," I responded, "and you're a girl. Girls have it easy. Guys have to work for it." "So you don't mind if I see Roberto again?" she asked. "Just as long as you come home happy and horny, it's fine with me!" *** Sabrina arrived at Roberto's apartment after work the very next day. He had handed her a key and told her to make herself at home, as his shift ended around thirty minutes after hers. As she did on her first visit, Sabrina changed out of her uniform in his bathroom. This time, however, she elected not to wear her casual clothes. Instead, she emerged from the bathroom completely naked, and lay on his couch. When Roberto came through the door and saw my wife posed seductively on his couch wearing nothing but a sexy smile, he practically sprinted toward her. Before she had a chance to rise, he dove straight between her legs and kissed each of her thighs before running his tongue along her smooth and hairless pussy. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward her. He had an incredibly talented tongue, and within mere minutes she began to feel an intense orgasm building. She moaned so loudly that the upstairs neighbor began to play loud music to drown her out. Roberto paused for a moment and looked at her with an embarrassed expression, but Sabrina merely laughed and pulled him back toward her. Moments later, her entire body convulsed in wave after wave of pleasure. "Let's go to your bedroom," she purred. "You need to fuck me. Now." She took him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. While he removed his shirt, she frantically unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and yanked them to the floor. Before he could even step out of them, she yanked his underwear down as well, and took his hard cock straight into her mouth. She furiously bobbed her head along his shaft, and could sense that he was already on the verge of exploding. He forced her to her feet, and pushed her backward onto his bed. To her surprise, he then dived back between her legs to give her another tongue-lashing. Within moments, she spasmed and convulsed with another powerful orgasm. Still reeling and out of breath, she pulled him on top of her, reached down and grabbed his fat cock. Thrilled to discover that it was still fully erect, she guided it into her swollen and soaking-wet hole. Roberto attempted to tease her at first, slowly feeding her a couple of inches with each stroke, but she grabbed his ass and pulled him completely inside her. She gave him an intense look. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Hard." He did as he was told. She spread her legs as wide as they would stretch, and met each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her loud moaning morphed into a thunderous, guttural, animal-like groan. By the look on Roberto's face, she knew he wouldn't last much longer. Thankfully, he managed to delay his orgasm long enough for Sabrina to experience yet another. As her muscles tensed and squeezed around his glistening cock, he emitted a deafening groan and held himself deep inside her as he filled her completely. When he rolled off of her, a massive rivulet of milky white fluid seeped out of her vagina and down the crack of her ass, pooling on the sheet beneath. They lay, breathless and exhausted, side by side for a moment. "So, was it good for you?" Sabrina deadpanned with a smile. *** Oftentimes, you tend to find what you're looking for the moment you stop looking. Such was the case when I met Beth. While Sabrina continued to see Roberto on occasion, she encouraged me to find another "playmate" online. I sent a few messages and chatted with a few people, but found there were roadblocks on every street. Eventually, it occurred to me that the only reason I was looking was because I had permission to look. Once I came to that realization, I ended my search. I was content to be a "one-woman man" and reap the benefits of Sabrina's heightened libido. Whenever she would come home from another rendezvous with Roberto, she would regale me with the play-by-play of her encounter. Simply retelling the story would get her engine running all over again, and hearing those stories was a huge turn-on for me as well. One of the many reasons I found their relationship so arousing was the fact that she hadn't found him on a swinger's website, but at the "vanilla" setting of work. It seemed dirtier and more scandalous that way, and I began to wonder what it would be like to have a relationship with a "vanilla" woman. Several weeks passed, and I found myself at a bar, celebrating a friend's birthday. Sabrina had joined in the celebration, but had to leave early, leaving me alone for the night. As I had a ride home that night, I decided to drink more than usual. I lost a few brain cells that night, along with my inhibitions. At some point during the night, I caught a woman at the next table looking my way. She held eye contact for a moment, smiled, and then looked away. She had the appearance of an average, ordinary housewife, in her late forties, slightly overweight, and with a rather pretty face. I'm a sucker for nice eyes and a gorgeous smile, and she possessed both. Although she wasn't dressed in a trendy fashion, I could tell that she had made an effort to look her best. She was seated with a woman who appeared to be around the same age, and several pounds heavier. Feeling bold from all the booze, I approached their table and introduced myself. The first woman with the bright smile and emerald eyes extended her soft and fleshy hand and told me her name was Beth. I learned that the larger of the two women, Margaret, had dragged her introverted friend out a night on the town. They explained that they were both elementary school teachers who don't get out very often. The band began playing a new tune, and I noticed Beth began to sway in her chair to the beat of the music. I asked her to dance, and she gave me the most beautiful smile and rose to her feet. As we danced, I allowed my hand to gently touch her waist. She didn't protest, so I did it a few more times throughout the course of the song. She shouted something to me over the loud music, but I had to ask her to repeat it. "You're married!" she shouted, lowering her eyes to my ring. It wasn't a question, but I nodded in response anyway. "You?" I asked. She shook her head. "Divorced!" she shouted. "A little over a year now!" When we returned to our seats, we continued our conversation. We learned how many children we each have, their ages, and all the other usual demographic factors that people share when they first meet. I bought a round of drinks for both ladies, and I could tell Margaret was not amused. I had the feeling she didn't like the fact that I had interrupted their ladies' night. The fact that I was married and openly flirting with her friend probably didn't help. Adventures in Open Marriage As the night wore on, I danced with Beth a few more times. After our last dance, I took her by the hand and led her into the back room of the bar. "What are you doing?" she asked, looking around the room, which was filled with pool tables and other games, but no people. "I just wanted to take you somewhere quiet," I explained. She began to say something, but I placed my hand on the back of her neck, pulled her toward me, and kissed her. She was so surprised, she didn't react at first. Then I felt her begin to melt in my hands, and her soft, full lips pressed into mine. Her tongue briefly escaped through her lips, and she gently played with my tongue before she withdrew completely. "You're married," she said, wearing a panicked expression. "It's okay," I said, calmly. "We have an agreement. My wife is okay with this, trust me." Beth shook her head, but her eyes never left mine. A smile crept over her face, and she took a step back, continuing to shake her head. "I'm going to head back to the table," she said, still smiling. I could tell that she didn't quite believe me. I could also tell that she wanted to kiss me again. She was clearly conflicted. We returned to the table, and shortly thereafter parted ways. The next day, when I told Sabrina about my encounter, she was practically giddy with excitement. I had to break the news that it was highly unlikely that I would ever see her again. The following week, on the same day of the week, I returned to the same bar. I ordered a drink at the bar and chatted for a while with the bartender. I then turned around to survey the room. That's when I spotted Beth and Margaret, sitting at the same table they had occupied the week before. Beth was looking directly at me, and she waved to get my attention. They must have been sitting there for a while, I noted, because their drinks were low. I ordered a round from the bartender and delivered them to the table. "I didn't expect to see you here," I said to Beth, and gave her a warm embrace. By the forced smile on Margaret's face, I could tell she wasn't in the mood for a hug, so I opted to give her a handshake instead. "We came to see the band," Beth explained. I could tell by the look on her face that wasn't true. The band weren't anything special. I knew she showed up on the off chance that I would be there. She lived more than forty minutes away, so it wasn't exactly a short trip for her. As I chatted with her, she couldn't seem to stop smiling. It was such a sweet smile, I found myself smiling for no reason as well. She displayed all of the typical body language of a woman who was clearly interested in me: laughing at my dumb jokes, touching my arm or shoulder every now and then, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and pointing her feet in my direction wherever I moved. Margaret excused herself to use the restroom, and Beth wasted no time getting right to the point of why she was really there. "Do you really have an open marriage?" she asked. "I don't normally advertise it, but yes," I responded. "Your wife is okay with you being at a bar, flirting with women?" "I don't normally flirt with women here," I explained with a wink. "You're an exception." She smiled wide, and then shook her head. "I don't believe you. She would be okay if she knew you kissed me?" "Actually, she was thrilled about it." "You told her?!" "Of course," I said. "I tell her everything. We don't have any secrets." She shook her head once more, and squinted her eyes as she examined my expression. "I don't believe you," she repeated. I took my cell phone out of my pocket. "Do you want to talk to her? I'm sure she's still awake." Beth stared at me, wide-eyed. "No! I don't want to talk to her." "You want me to text her?" She laughed and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. The band began playing, and Margaret returned to the table. Beth turned her chair to face the band, but her head still swiveled in place, and I could tell she was contemplating her next move. Finally, she turned back toward me and yelled over the sound of the band. "Okay!" she said. "Do it." She was testing me. Without hesitation, I began texting my wife. Honey, do you mind if I flirt with Beth, and maybe make out with her a little later? I looked at Beth and grinned. She couldn't seem to stop shaking her head back and forth. I could tell how strange and exciting this situation was for her, and I couldn't help but laugh at the effect I was having on her. When Sabrina's reply came, I held my phone out so Beth could read it: Of course not! Show her a good time. Have fun! Beth's eyes widened, and her head-shaking intensified. I was seriously beginning to worry about the neck pain it would surely cause. She looked at me with an expression of bewilderment, as if I were a strange space alien who just landed on her front lawn. "You sure you don't want to talk to her? Do you want to see her picture?" I teased, knowing what her response would be. She slapped me on the shoulder. "No!" she shouted. For the duration of the night, Beth and I continued to chat and surreptitiously flirt. She told me she had lost five pounds since the last time I saw her, and the thought occurred to me that I might have motivated her, which was a huge ego boost. She told me I was too young for her, as she was forty-eight, and I was "only" forty-two. The thought of being the "young stud" at forty-two years of age provided another boost to my ego. As we shared another dance, I realized that I enjoyed her company immensely. I liked the way she made me feel: young and "dangerous." I had been in the swinging lifestyle for so long, and had surrounded myself with so many like-minded people during that time, that I had forgotten how scandalous it was to most people. Beth looked at me as though I were a forbidden fruit...and I liked it. At the end of the night, I walked Beth to her car. Margaret was driving, and she jumped into the driver's side before I had a chance to say good-night. "I don't think she likes me," I remarked to Beth. "It just takes her a while to get to know you," she responded. She then added, "but you're right, she doesn't like the fact that I'm interested in you." "Oh, are you?" I said with a smile. "Maybe," she said, playfully. I took her in my arms and pulled her close, and we shared a lingering and passionate kiss - to Margaret's disapproval, I'm sure. We exchanged cell phone numbers, and I promised to text her as soon as I thought of her next. Before they had even left the parking lot, I sent her a text, stating, thinking of you. *** I sat across a table from Beth in a small restaurant that she specifically chose because it was a good distance from both of our towns. She looked incredibly nervous, and kept looking around as if she expected one of her students to walk through the door and find his teacher sharing a scandalous dinner with a married man. I held her hand as we chatted, and noticed that she kept twisting my wedding ring. "I can take it off if you'd like," I suggested. When she hesitated to respond, I removed it, and she instantly seemed more at ease. We covered all the "ground rules" on that first date, ensuring that we were on the same page with regard to expectations for our relationship. I let her know that I was very happily married, and would never consider leaving my wife. She was relieved to hear that, and explained that she would not be looking for another husband - or even a steady boyfriend - any time soon. After being married for more than eighteen years, she was simply looking to have some fun. I assured her that I would be more than happy to provide her with as much fun as she could handle. After dinner, we walked hand-in-hand around the block. I got the feeling that she was still feeling nervous, as we both knew how the night would end. She confessed that she hadn't been with anyone but her ex-husband in over twenty years. Although I couldn't wait to get her into bed, I understood her hesitance, and allowed her all the time she needed to become comfortable with me. We arrived at her place, and as soon as we walked through her door, we began making out like a couple of horny teenagers. She was a good kisser, and I couldn't wait to see how well she could use her talented lips and tongue in other ways. I could feel her hunger for me, and it fueled my desire to please her. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. I undressed her as we continued making out. I lowered her to the bed, and she raised her hips to allow me to take her pants off. I smiled when I noticed her red, lacy panties. I could only imagine the thoughts that must have swirled through her head when she selected them to wear. I peeled off her panties, and realized that I was still fully dressed while she was completely naked. There was something alluring about that. This was the first time she had sex in over a year, and aside from her ex-husband, I was the first man she had been with in twenty years. I felt an overwhelming responsibility to show her a good time. I kissed her inner thighs, and she inhaled sharply. Slowly, I worked my way up her thighs and teased her with light licks and kisses along her labia. She ran her fingernails through my hair and softly moaned. After teasing her a while, I began to intensify my tongue action. That is when I discovered that she is the type of woman who likes to say your name when she's having sex. I liked that. "Oh, god. Jake. You're so fucking good at that," she said, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me in toward her. It was getting hot in the room, so I began to shed my clothes as I continued to pleasure her. She didn't even seem to notice. She writhed beneath me, and thrust her hips toward my head as I applied more pressure to her clit with my tongue, and alternated licking, sucking, and simply pressing my tongue flat against her. I swirled a fingertip around her opening, and discovered she was completely slick. One finger slid easily inside her, and she gasped and bucked her hips off the bed. I slid a second finger inside, and twisted them around. She moaned and dug her fingernails into my head. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she screamed. I tried a different technique with my mouth and tongue, and curled my fingers upward to press against her G-spot. "Yes!" she screamed. "Right there! Don't stop! Please! Oh, Jake! Fuck, yes!" Mere seconds later, she yelled, "I'm cumming!" Her muscles tensed, and her body shook and writhed so violently that it was difficult to maintain contact, though I did as best I could. She continued to shake and spasm for several moments before she finally relaxed. "Holy shit!" she said with a laugh. "You have no idea how bad I needed that!" She grabbed me by the head with both hands. "Get up here," she commanded. I moved on top of her, and she kissed me deeply, tasting her own sweet and salty juices on my lips. My rock-hard cock was poised at her entrance. I had a condom in my pants pocket, at the foot of the bed, and debated how to fetch it as quickly as possible without ruining this moment. That's when Beth reached down and grabbed my dick for the first time, and guided it right into her soaking-wet pussy. That ended the debate. I easily slid all the way inside her until I could feel the tip of my cock bump up against her cervix. Beth's eyes widened, and her mouth gaped open. "Oh my god," she said. "You're so fucking big." I have always considered myself to be average in size, but this comment stroked my ego even further. I imagined that I was much bigger than her ex-husband, and that I was giving her something she never had before. That possibility made me feel like a sexual god. I fucked her slowly at first, grinding my pelvic bone against her clit as I bottomed out. She continued to call my name and begged me to fuck her harder and faster. I picked her up off the bed, and shimmied down far enough so that I could press my feet against her bed frame. Using that as leverage, I fucked her hard and fast, just as she wanted. I spread her legs wide, wedging the crook of my elbows behind her knees, and thrust into her again and again, harder and faster. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room. "Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed. "Jake! Jake, I'm gonna cum again!" Her pussy muscles clenched around my dick, expanded, and then clenched again. She emitted a long, sustained groan, and I held myself deep inside her and waited for her spasms to subside. She looked deep into my eyes and kissed me passionately. At that point, I figured she must be getting sore. My dick throbbed inside her, but I considered rolling off of her and giving her a rest. "Now it's your turn," she said. "Cum for me. Please." I smiled and kissed her. I spread her legs wide once again, and she squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles. I was amazed how strong those muscles were. I placed my feet on her bed frame once more, and fucked her hard and fast. I didn't worry about waiting for her to finish this time. This time, it was all about me. Most women that I had ever been with would lose their wetness after an orgasm, but Beth was different. Even after two orgasms, she remained extremely slick. Within seconds, I felt myself on the edge of an orgasmic explosion. I withdrew from her, and stroked my cock, painting her belly with several streaks of cum. "You know," Beth said, "you could have finished inside me. I'm 'fixed.'" "I'm fixed, too," I laughed. "I just didn't want to freak you out." I moved up to the head of the bed and lay beside her. She grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and cleaned herself. She then reached over and cleaned me as well. Normally, I'm a "one-and-done" kind of guy, but on this occasion, I was amazed to discover that I was still fully-engorged. Beth finished cleaning me with her tissues, but she continued softly stroking my cock as we talked. Her eyes were fixated on my dick. "You have a really nice cock," she said. Not knowing how to respond to that, I simply thanked her. "You're still hard," she observed. "Yeah," I said. "I don't know why. I usually need some time to recover." "I'm going to take a closer look," she said. Then she moved down the bed and ran her tongue along my shaft. My dick throbbed in response. She moved further down the bed and situated herself between my legs. She then placed her mouth over my cock and slowly took me inside. Her large, soft lips felt incredible. She slowly bobbed her head up and down my shaft a few times, and then tried to take my entire length into her throat. She gagged a bit, and withdrew. "I guess I need some practice," she said with a giggle. "You can practice all you want," I said. "Any time." "Any time?" she teased. "Be careful what you wish for." I simply laughed in response, and she went back to work. Her slow and steady pace drove me crazy, and she swirled her tongue in a way that sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. "You are really, really good at that," I remarked. She withdrew me from her mouth. "That's what my ex used to say," she responded. "It was the only thing I was good at, apparently." Uh-oh. I had struck a nerve. Best to let it go. She continued to tease me with her mouth and tongue for a long time. Then she surprised me by climbing on top of me and inserting my cock inside her once again. She was still very wet. She swiveled and gyrated on top of me for a while, while pressing her hands against my chest. When I sensed that she was tired, I took her by the hips and rolled her over so that I was on top. I couldn't believe that I was still hard. I couldn't remember the last time I had sex twice in a row without a break in between. Something about this woman had an unusual effect on me. I fucked her in missionary position for a while, and then told her to turn around. She did as she was told, and got on her hands and knees. Her ample, round ass looked so inviting. I entered her from behind, and she moaned in pleasure. I grabbed her ass and thrust inside her as hard as I could. Within moments, she screamed that she was having yet another orgasm. I continued to thrust into her until she relaxed. It felt as though she were about to collapse in front of me, so I withdrew from her and climbed to the head of the bed once again. My body glistened with sweat, my heart was pounding, and I was breathing heavily. I needed a rest. Beth was breathing heavily as well, and we lay there for a moment, simply holding each other. "Your dick," she said, reaching down to grab me. "It's still hard!" "I know," I said. "I don't know what's wrong with it tonight!" "There's nothing wrong with it at all!" she said. "I like it. A lot." She moved down to the foot of the bed again, and I protested. "You don't have to do that." "I know," she said, "but I want to." She took me into her mouth once again. Although I was still hard, I didn't feel like I would have another orgasm at any time soon. She didn't seem to care. She seemed to enjoy having my cock in her mouth. At that point, I realized she wasn't doing it for me, but for her. So I simply relaxed and let her play. She spent a long time sucking, licking and stroking me at various speeds and intensities. Eventually, I felt a surge of pleasure rising from my groin. She was bobbing her head quickly over my shaft, with both of her hands pinned to the bed on either side of me. I gave her a warning, but she ignored it. I flooded her mouth with what felt like an enormous wave of cum, but she never broke her pace. I continued to throb inside her mouth, and she eventually slowed her pace. By sheer random chance, I had found a woman who enjoys swallowing cum. I had hit the jackpot. Finally, I could feel my cock begin to deflate inside her mouth, but Beth continued to suck me for a good, long time. I can't help but think that she was attempting to revive me for yet another round. But that would have to wait for another night. *** Sabrina visited Roberto a few more times over the course of two months. The scenario was always the same. They would see each other at work, and Roberto would mention how horny he was. Sabrina would smile, and suggest that she could meet him after work to take care of that. She would then meet him at his apartment, they would fuck like rabbits, and then she would come home and tell me all the juicy details. Then, one afternoon, Sabrina had a day off. She had to run some errands near Roberto's apartment, and she texted him to let him know she was in the area, and asked to meet him for lunch. When she met him, he suggested they go back to his place afterward. She explained that she couldn't, as she had errands to run. He seemed annoyed about that. After lunch, he made the suggestion once again that they go back to his place. Sabrina politely told him no, and promised to meet him some other time. After they parted ways, she received a text from Roberto. It simply read: "Not for nothing, but that sucked." She was never intimate with him again. "I'm sorry, honey," I said. "What a shitty thing to do. If I see that asshole again, I'll knock him out." "No need," she said, sounding dejected. "I'm fine with it. I just hate having people expect things from me. I do things on my terms, or I don't do it. Simple as that." "You're right," I said. "You deserve better than that." "How are things going with Beth?" she asked, changing the subject. "Great," I said. "We're meeting again on Friday." "I'm happy you've found a good fuck-buddy. Just don't mistreat her like Roberto did to me!" "You know I wouldn't do that. I have to say, though, I feel a little guilty having a fuck-buddy when you don't, anymore."