5 comments/ 21588 views/ 12 favorites Swing Chronicles Ch. 01: Barb and Don By: LuckyGuy96 Background This story is absolutely and completely true. Names and places have been changed for the obvious reasons. I am not good at writing wham-bam pieces of erotic fiction. I think this story delivers the goods, but it moves very slowly. Slow-moving is the kind of erotica I like to read, and hopefully it's the kind of erotica that I have written here. Newly divorced, I decided to sow my wild oats, as they say, because the only person I had been with was my former wife. I was 31 at the time this story took place. My ex-wife and I had a very vanilla sex life. We had met in college when everything was new and exciting sexually, but after 8 years together, everything became boring, and worse, we both met other people that we found more interesting than each other. It was a pretty painless divorce, all things considered, but it left me looking for something. I didn't know what that something was specifically, but I was definitely looking for something new. As for me, I was a good-looking professional with a nice physique. I am not the meathead type, and definitely not a magazine model, but I keep and present myself well. I am a bit taller than average, and shave my head. Personality-wise I am pretty approachable, and while I can stand my ground under pressure, I'm not what you would call an alpha male. Dick wise? 5" or maybe 6", not too thick, not unpleasant looking, just not huge. I know some dudes have it down there, but in my experiences, as you will read in these stories, most dudes do not have that much going on; they are JUST like me size-wise. Most importantly, even though I chose swinging as an outlet for my sexual desires, I decided to remain very discreet with my sexual interests, mainly to keep my professional and sexual lives in separate containers. If you were to look at me, or to chat with me you would probably never know what was going on behind the scenes. I had an insistence on keeping it that way. A Revelation about Swinging The one difference between my ex-wife and I was that I had a high sex drive, and wanted diversity, but she did not, at least not with me from what I could tell. After the divorce, I spent many a night with my guy friends, you know, platonically, just going out and having a couple of beers, until one night a friend of mine jokingly gave me a gift bag that included, of all things, a swingers magazine. Bear in mind that while I had a basic idea of what swinging was, I had zero idea about the diversity of peoples' tastes, or lack thereof. I had always thought of swinging as trading wives with somebody else. When I took the gift bag back to my apartment that night, and found the swingers magazine, at first I threw it in the trash. Then, sitting alone, sipping a beer, watching late night adult programming on one of those cable movie channels, I thought about the cover of the swingers magazine, and fished it out of the trash. Page after page was filled with black and white pictures of men, women, and couples. What really caught my attention was the couples ads. I had never thought about having a threesome before, but the number of black and white pictures of ladies in sexy clothes and stages of undress, some of them with their men in the same picture, but almost always graphic in their details of who wanted what and who wanted who to do what to whom, literally caused my dick to get so hard that it made it hard to read the magazine when it was sitting on my lap. That night I beat off about 5 or 6 times and couldn't sleep. The next day I was late for work, but didn't care. I raced home from the office, early, to read the next batch of ads in the magazine. I just couldn't help myself. The number of combinations of what people liked and what they didn't like, or what they were looking for, made me read the magazine twice that night. I was late for the office again the next day, and I repeated the same routine of cutting out early so that I could rush home and look at the magazine again. After doing basically the same thing for about a week, I decided to start responding to ads. Since the weekend had finally rolled around, I set my alarm for 6am on Saturday so that I could wake up early, have some coffee, and start narrowing down the ads that I wanted to respond to. The first thing I had to decide was what I wanted, who I was looking for, their tastes, and if their ads turned me on enough to reply. One thing I wasn't sure of was the bi aspect of mmf threesomes. It's not that gay or bi activities bothered me. It's just that it didn't turn me on. I can't tell you why I wanted to be with a dude and his girlfriend or wife, or maybe if the dude just watched his girlfriend or wife while we fucked, but it's a scenario that turned me on so much that I had to keep taking breaks from responding to ads just so that I could jerk off. It took me all the daylight hours on Saturday to write about a dozen responses. These were all handwritten responses, including a naked picture of me from the neck on down. I was super paranoid about mailing my responses through the post office, but in equal part I was turned on so I sent them out anyways. I got my responses mailed out right before the post office closed on Saturday, and every day the following week I would race home to see what kinds of responses I got. Initially, I got absolutely nothing. I responded to a bunch more ads, in hopes of improving my odds, but then the responses started coming. Some were from gay men who in fact had no wives, but liked to see pictures of my naked body. Some were from couples who were in rough shape, and who looked nothing like their ad originally implied. Some were advertisements that shilled for other swingers magazines. I wouldn't say I was devastated by what took place. I just didn't understand why it was so hard to have someone follow through with you when, technically, you were giving them everything they'd asked for in their ad in the first place! Swing Dot Net I actually had a decent career in technology, so I kind of kicked myself when I realized that I could have done searches on the internet for swingers sites instead of wasting all the time handwriting messages and sending something through snail mail. I found one of the major swingers sites on the internet and created a free account. The free account let me look at some ads, but at the same time was limited to maybe 4 or 5 a day, and after that I lost the ability to see ads and pictures. The cost wasn't all that high for the site, but at the same time I wanted my "acquired tastes" to be hidden from people that I might know from work, or socially, or heck, even weirder if they were family members! I decided to give it a rest for a day or two so that I could regroup. Eventually I decided to get a new bank account that was separate from the account from where I paid my rent and my bills. I tied that to a debit card and signed up for the site. I took some more pictures of myself in various stages of dress and undress and posted those too. I was not surprised that I got zero responses from any women or couples. I did get some responses from gay men, but again, that was just not for me. Single men, I believed, were not a valued asset in swinging, and as future experiences showed, I was right. Women were the lynch pin in swinging. If you had a woman, you had leverage. If you did not have one, then you did not. Initially I did a bunch of searches for people of my own age who were looking for mfm threesomes (mmf threesomes implied bi, and I wasn't into it at the time, where mfm implied straight). Most of these ads contained completely unreasonable requests, like with regards to penis size, physique, and other physical traits, and I don't think I replied to any of them. I decided to cast the net in my site searches a bit wider, and to choose couples who were older than me. I started with 5 years, and then 10, and the more ads I looked at, the older the couples, the more interesting the ads. Eventually I found the hottest ads to be from people in their early to mid-50s. I can't say why this turned me on specifically, but there was just something about the pictures and the presentation of the ads that got me right there. Plus, I started getting suitable responses to my responses, and this convinced me that I was on the right track. I decided that this would be my approach going forward: pick a couple in their 50s, normal and middle class people like me, chat up the boyfriend or husband, then try to setup some kind of meeting. For reasons mentioned a few paragraphs ago, I can't tell you that it was easy. In fact, my preoccupation with having a threesome with an older couple got me into hot water at least a few times at work, because I was distracted and not doing my job, not because they had any inkling that I had become obsessed with threesomes. I might be a total asshole for saying this, but if I had to choose between two full-time jobs, one in technology, and the other in picking a couple to seduce, then I'd choose the latter 100% of the time. Nevertheless, I kept up my pursuit of the sexual scenario I was looking for. Hits and Misses On the swingers website, I learned an important lesson about the role of single men in swinging, and that you were an unwelcome majority. Response after response from couples was critical of my intentions, and almost always they blocked subsequent messages from me. I revised my approach a lot during this time and decided to take a courteous, but suggestive, tone. I would tell the couples how I could make their wishes come true and that I would be more than happy to take a meeting if they were interested, and that there was zero pressure. The strategy started to pay off when I started getting responses that went further than the last. I wouldn't be cut off, but sometimes communication would just end, for whatever reason. Still, it was progress. Around this time, instant messaging and home cable internet connections started to become the norm, as did everyone having an internet connection at home in general, so I decided to revise my approach yet again, to suggest that interested parties hit me up on instant messenger. Almost always, in fact ALWAYS, the guy in the couple would shoot me an instant message, out of the blue, and we'd discuss specifics. If nothing more, most of these conversations were highly erotic, and on a least a handful of occassions (pun intended) I'd step away from my desk to jerk myself off in a bathroom stall. The one rule I had created around all of this madness was that I would only meet people who lived between 50 and 150 miles away. I did not want to run the risk of crossing paths with people socially (or at work!) who I may have also crossed paths with sexually. I finally started to close the deal with couples after doing basically the same thing for a couple of months. This lead to phone calls, after which of COURSE I would jerk myself off, or of suggestions that a meeting would take place. While I was a single male who was trying to enter the swinging scene, and probably had to take what he could get, I had one rule and that was: don't go to anybody's house on the first meeting. This is long before people on craigslist started killing other people. This was just common sense. I decided that when people wanted to meet we would have a coffee or a cocktail, and my preference was to do so at at place where we could sit out of sight, and in private. I admit that I chickened out of my first meeting or three. Jim and Linda were a nice couple, quite demure, but there was something of a disconnect between their sexual revelations, and how they were basically not sexually interesting at all on the phone. It was almost like they were robots, although I admit that their pictures were damn hot. I didn't show up for our meeting and immediately blocked them on instant messenger. I saw an email from them on the website after I skipped the meeting, but didn't even read it. I blocked their profile too. After more hesitation on my part, that's when I came across Dean and Jan. Dean and Jan were a couple where Dean, the husband, was looking to watch his wife, Jan, with a younger guy. The instant messages were cool, the phone conversation was hot, and we setup a meeting at a diner way out of town. The problem is that Jan didn't say a word, even though she was a fucking stacked MILF, and that Dean was so talkative and opinionated that I found it to be abrasive beyond belief. I didn't have a hard on during our entire meeting, and ultimately gave the non-committal "we'll be in touch", but never regained touch, and neither did they. At least I had started to have face-to-face meetings with people, so my mission was clear. I repeated the same pattern, for a variety of different reasons, maybe a dozen more times, before I revised my approach yet again. Once I played coy a lot, and was flirtatous but non-committal, this lead to a ton of people inviting me back to their houses, but again this kind of thing was against my rules, so I declined. Nothing materialized from these initial meetings, but I was undeterred. The last couple I'd met like this was Bill and Marsha. We met once, same context, but we met a second time for dinner, and everything was incredibly flirtatious and hot, and then went back to their house. That's when I realized that Bill worked for a partner of my company's and so I had to call it a night. I never saw them again, because I think that Bill had come to the same conclusion. At this point I put my account on the website on hold and went dormant for a year. Crossing the streams between professional and sexual lives scared the shit out of me. The next year I dated (normal M-F relationships) a bit, but basically rented a lot of porn, and laid low. I was dissatisfied, but I was also scared that my secret would get out. Barb and Don During my hiatus, I revised my likes and wants again. I still wanted a couple, but I wanted the lady to be hot/stacked, but shy and quiet, basically a submissive but a total nympho on the inside. I just didn't want to guy to be a dick. I wanted him to be a playful friend, one who egged everybody on. I was all about swinging because of the sex, obviously, but the error of my ways before was that it wasn't the least bit fun. It had to be fun this time around. I logged back into the website and changed everything about my ad: my profile name, the pictures, the description. EVERYTHING. I started combing ads from 75 miles away. That's when I came across the ad that really caught my attention. There she was, a picture with a blurred face, but in a sheer teddy, in high heels, with one foot propped up on the bed, and either a sheer g-string or no panties at all. Oh, and her body was spectular. Great curves, amazing tits. The ad was looking for a younger guy, they didn't mention being bi, and the husband would usually just watch, but only sometimes join in. They were looking for what seemed like a true cuckold situation. I followed my same pattern with messages, disappearing, then recommending an instant messenger chat. About 3 days after that, I got a random instant message from a guy who called himself Don and who made reference to "the ad". Just in case he was somebody else, I made further references to their ad, and he immediately sent three more pictures of his wife through instant messenger. There were obviously the same people, even though her face was blurred out in all cases. Don, at least in instant messenger, seemed like a decent guy. He was affable and a smooth talker, well he was a smooth instant messenger, and he was a sales guy who was taking time out at work, where he sold carpets, to talk about hooking his wife up with younger guys. I liked this scenario. A LOT. What got me was our final chat. DonTheDude: Lucky, so how's about a meeting? LuckyGuyXX: Looks like a possibility. DonTheDude: Possibility, or reality? LuckyGuyXX: That's up to you. I'm down if you are. DonTheDude: I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt, but most single guys like you don't show up. LuckyGuyXX: Show up where? DonTheDude: Every Friday Barb and I try the same thing, and it never works. But we keep trying. LuckyGuyXX: What would that be? DonTheDude: You know The Cloverleaf in Millsboro? LuckyGuyXX: The sweet hotel by the highway? DonTheDude: That's the one. LuckyGuyXX: What about it? DonTheDude: Every Friday we do happy hour and Barb wears this hot cocktail dress with stockings and fuck-me high heels, and we try and meet up with a guy from the net, but most of the time they don't show. LuckyGuyXX: And the times when they show? DonTheDude: Either they're jerks, or they want something magic to happen on its own, or Barb lets me know in her own way that she's just not interested. LuckyGuyXX: So what's the plan? DonTheDude: First, show up. Second, don't be a jerk. Third, you will need to push it with her but since you won't be a jerk, you will figure out what that means. She is a fucking sexy bitch, I guarantee, but she needs that extra encouragement to get going. LuckyGuyXX: Such as? DonTheDude: I'm not saying this is exactly how it will play out, but I will make myself scarce for a bit and you will make your move and then I will casually find you somewhere doing something. What that something is I will leave up to your imagination. LuckyGuyXX: That's hot. DonTheDude: Also, what will you do if she has a dog face? Her body is obviously amazing, but dog face? LuckyGuyXX: I'm sure it will be fine. DonTheDude: Are you? LuckyGuyXX: Friday, then, at The Cloverleaf? DonTheDude: 8pm. Happy hour is over by then but we will be appropriately ready for you. LuckyGuyXX: See you then. DonTheDude: That's what they all say. Time will tell. And that was that. I had completely made my mind up that, even without a phone call, I would meet them in public at The Cloverleaf. I wasn't afraid this time. I was motivated. I arrived at The Cloverleaf at 7pm. There was a huge balcony that encircled the bar and reception areas. I walked the perimeter a bit and watched happy hour patrons below. I saw Barb and Don and they seemed like normal people. Don was neatly dressed, not too flashy, and Barb was wearing a form fitting blue satin cocktail dress, with a little cleavage but not too much, a pearl necklace, black stockings, and these crazy fuck-me 5 or 6" black stiletto heels with ankle straps. She also had a gold bracelet on her right ankle. I was sure it was them and it was exactly the picture that Don had described. Unlike Don's suggestion, Barb did not, in fact, have a dog face. She was kind of plainish, I will admit, but she had nice brown hair, maybe down to her neck or a little bit more, wore an appropriate amount of makeup, librarian eyeglasses, and her body looked spectacular from where I was standing. Looked like she had perfect-sized tits, great legs (crossed currently), and nice round ass. She was maybe 5'4" without the heels, if I could estimate from her sitting down. I could easily see myself fucking her. No question. When I spotted them, Don was kind of holding court with a few other single (older) men who were scattered about the two of them, and Barb would smile now and again, but otherwise remained kind of still and placcid, and didn't say much except for nodding and taking a sip of her bubbly now and again, and crossing and uncrossing her legs. I didn't find it odd. I was intrigued. Now you might think that I'm some kind of stalker, but I am not at all. Swinging and meeting strangers is already a dicey proposition, and sometimes people are thieves, or maybe they would get violent if you're making moves on their wives, or maybe they have bad motives in general, but while they may murder me and I won't have any regrets when I'm dead, it would hurt my family a lot to know that I was screwing around with somebody else's wife before the bad things happened. In spite of the fun that I wanted to have with Barb, discretion was still paramount to me. Plus, I admit, the thrill of the game was a huge part of what made swinging so interesting to me. Swing Chronicles Ch. 01: Barb and Don I walked the balcony a few more times, going to a back bar separate from happy hour for a few drinks. At 8:05pm I made one last round of the balcony and then headed down to Don and Barb. Most of the single vultures were gone at this point and they sat near a fireplace at the end of the main bar area. Lots of younger singles started to appear and mingle with one another closer to the bar itself. I approached Don and Barb, deciding to start on a light note. I had grabbed a glass of bubbly on the way in, and lead with, "hey, you guys look like you have been stood up!" Was it cheesy? You bet. But it worked. When I'd first approached, Barb looked pale like a ghost, but Don reigned her back in. Don chuckled a bit, then shook my hand. "Lucky!", he exclaimed, "So glad you could make it! Babs has been waiting for you, haven't you, babe?!" With this, Barb smiled and stuck out her hand. I grabbed it gently, and gave it a little squeeze. I still could not read her face, so I quipped "charmed, I'm sure?", and with that I got a nice smile. After Don told me to take a seat across from Barb, he casually, but directly, told the few remaining single guys to take a hike. "Gentleman, LuckyGuyXX here is an associate, and there is business to attend to. Kindly give us a little bit of room." This dispersed with the remaining guys, so we could begin our chat. We exchanged pleasantries, about our jobs, the basics of our lives, and then I decided to steer things back towards the reason I was there. Me: So, Don and I have had some quick back and forths through instant messenger, and he says that lots of guys don't show up for these types of meetings. That was actually a huge lie. Don and I had instant messaged quite a bit to flesh out details for the evening, but I didn't want to get him in trouble in case Barb was not completely in the loop or on board with what Don had said or had in mind. Don: That's right. Me: There's a word to describe those guys. Don: Assholes? Me: No. They would be fools! Barbara, you are stunning. What do they say about beds and crackers? Don: And how somebody gets thrown out for eating them? (Everybody laughed.) Me: Yup. Don: Do you have any crackers on you? Me: Do you have a bed available? (Cue laughter, and with this Barb gave my knee a little pat, then drew her hand away slowly so that I got a little rub in the process. Very hot.) Me: I didn't bring any to our first business meeting, Don. Next time, though, I'll buy a carton from one of those big-box stores. (More laughter.) At this point, I was just having such a great time joking and flirting with them that I was having a hard time reigning things back in. But lucky for me, I think an hour had passed when Don's cell phone started ringing. Not sure if he had planned it or not but the timing could not have been more perfect. Don stepped away from where we were seated and took the call. In a minute he was back with us and apologized that he had to "step out for about an hour". Know when chance stares you in the face? Yes, the time was now. I quickly regrouped in my head and as soon as Don was far out of sight, I started in. Me: So, Barbara, now that our chaperone has left the building, or so it seems, what are we to do? Barb: LuckyGuyXX, if we're going to be friends then you should call me Barb. Me: (laughing) OK. Barb: And if we're going to be *really* good friends then you should call me Babs. Me: Babs, I think we should take a stroll. It's such a nice night out. Barb: OK, but we shouldn't be long. I have no idea when Don will be back. We stood up and started walking out of the bar, towards the hotel exit. As soon as we were out of sight lines with the bar I took Barb's hand in mine. I think she was caught off guard because she flinched a bit, but then she gave me a big smile, and we headed outside. When we were outside, I put my arm around her, and pulled her in a little closer. This also gave me a chance to trace the outlines of her figure a bit more than just looking at the dress itself allowed. I decided that the only way to get her alone was to find a place that wasn't so obvious, wasn't so public, that just gave us enough privacy where maybe something would happen between the two of us. I remembered what Don had said, and was hoping that it was reality rather than his own fantasy. While I still lived in an apartment, I had recently purchased a brand new SUV. Yes, clearly I'd spent all the money on the car, and yes, I have gaudy taste and am destroying the earth, but you only live once, so whatever. Me: Babs, have you seen the new Cadillac SUV? Barb: You mean the huge one with chrome all over it? Me: That's the one. Barb: It's beautiful! Don has been looking at one but we haven't seen one up close or test driven one yet. And there it was, my entry. Let's see if she would go for it. Me: Funny you should say that. I just bought one last week. Barb: You did? A young guy like you?! Me: I do alright. Me: Want to check it out? It's parked right over there. I just love new car smell and it's got plenty of it. Barb: I suppose so. Me: Babs, you'll love it. I promise. Barb: OK, let's go. With that, we headed over to the SUV. It was black and I had it washed before I came out that night, so it shined even in the light of the moon. Before long I was showing Barb the front seats and what seemed like thousands of controls and bells and whistles. Then I opened one of the doors to the backseat. Me: I decided to go for loaded. Look at how awesome the leather looks and smells. Barb: (smelling the leather) It smells great, and (pushing into the cushion a bit) I bet it's really comfortable. Me: Babs, to be honest, I haven't sat back here yet, but let's check it out together. Barb got silent for a moment, and I thought the deal might be off, but then she nodded, and I took her hand and helped her into her side of the back seat. I walked around to the other side and let myself in. Barb: This *is* really nice. What would a young single guy like you do with all of this room? Me: Maybe we could order room service and have it delivered here? Barb: And what would we order? Me: Crackers. (laughing) With this I felt really bold and started to run my hand up and down Barb's left thigh. She snuggled in to me. Before long she was nuzzling my neck and breating into my ear, and then we started making out. Aggressively. My hands were on her face, and then I started to go for her tits, and gave her nipples gentle pinches through her dress. She was loving it from what I could tell because the more I teased, the further her tongue snaked down my throat. Next thing I know Barb had pulled my dick out my pants, and was stroking it violently before, with barely any warning, she broke our kiss, and engulfed the head of my penis, followed by the whole thing, in her mouth. My GOD could this woman suck a dick. Given how aggressive she was being, I decided to assert myself as well. I have heard that a lot of women don't like this, but I grabbed Barb's hair, and started plunging her face up and down on my cock even harder and faster than before. She responded with appreciative moans, so I knew it was cool, but before long the slurping sounds, moans, and her fantastic mouth was more than I could take. I knew I was going to cum, so I grunted and let her know, and I also let go of her hair in case she didn't want to swallow. Instead, she deep throated me all the way, and I literally exploded down her throat. I cannot believe how much cum I dispensed into this woman's digestive tract. For her part, Barb actually took most of it. When she was done, there were some slick cum areas on my cock and around my groin, but the vast majority of the load was nowhere to be seen. WOW! She brought her head up and kissed me, and for the first time ever I didn't mind the taste of my own cum. I actually kind of liked the hotness of it all, and my GOD, was Barb a hot one. We looked at each other and kind of nodded our heads and chuckled, and then Barb looked me square in the eye and said, "now me". Barb straddled my lap, my cock still hanging out, and started to grind on my semi-hard member. I am a pretty virule guy, I admit, but even so it usually takes me a few minutes (like 5 to 10) to get fully hard again after a I cum. Not this time around. I was fully hard in like 1 or 2 minutes, and Barb was riding me through her silky panties with reckless abandon. It was truly hot to feel the slick of my leftover cum mixed with the hotness and wetness that was coming through her panties. I simply could not believe how smoothly this whole meeting had worked out on top of it all. While she rode me, her panties the sole blocker between my cock and her special place, her chest smacked me in the face, and I mouthed her nipples through her dress, and nibbled at her neck, and sucked her tongue some more. In maybe 3 minutes, Barb's body stiffened, and she let out a stifled scream, followed by more convulsions, followed by just hugging me around the neck really tight. I felt something dripping down my leg. I hadn't cum again even though I was extremely turned on. Barb had cum so hard through her panties that it had spilled out and that's what I'd felt. We both sat there quietly, and then started slowly kissing again. Barb was still straddling me. I was about to reach for a condom and to push her panties aside when there was a rap on the window of the SUV. "SHIT!", I exclaimed, and bounced Barb off my lap. She was not amused, but I was suddenly freaking. I hoped it wasn't the cops or hotel security. Outside of the window, there stood Don, a huge smile across his face, giving us giving mock applause. Apparently he had been watching the whole thing through the front window of the SUV, because you couldn't see into the back windows directly since they were tinted. Barb kind of lightened up and blew Don a series of kisses through the tinted windows. I made a sigh of relief. We quickly straightened up and met Don outside of the SUV. Don: That was really hot guys. Me: *nodding* Don: OK, well, we have to hit the road. But we'll be in touch. And with that, Barb and Don disappeared into the parking lot. Here's to hoping for future adventures, but leaving on a "we'll be in touch" had trended negatively in the past.