By Jessie B
I may have given the impression that prior to our recent ventures into swinging, I’ve been a goody-goody. That is somewhat true but, like most of the goody-goodies of this world, I’ve had my lapses. I’m willing to forget most of my forgetable prenuptial escapades, but I had been married to Ted little more than two years when - - - but that was a long time ago and I’ve never written it up or told anyone about it - until now. If you’re really interested :-
The summer my husband, Ted, received his commission as second lieutenant, he was stationed to a training center in Eastern Ontario. We were assigned ‘married quarters’ in one half of a ‘temporary’ two-unit tar paper shack that could have been built during WW1. The collection of young couples occupying the other units were a pleasant and friendly group and the summer we spent there remains a fond memory. Every weekend there would be a dance in the officer’s mess and even with the many girls from town who were invited by the unmarried officers, there was always a preponderance of males present to keep our husbands on alert for raiders and we girls were well aware of the powers we held.
The other half of our building was occupied by an outgoing couple, Alice and Iain Macdonald who came from B.C. The bedrooms of the two units were separated by a wall of thin cardboard and both Alice and I soon realized that a normal sex life would be possible only if we resigned ourselves to accepting that there was no possible way for us to expect complete privacy. Once we agreed to just pretend the walls were soundproof, we both found that our proximity actually added a little zest to lovemaking with our husbands. Alice would come around for midmorning coffee and we’d critique each other’s midnight activities with much hilarity.
After one particularly noisy night I asked her; “What on earth were you two up to last night? I almost called the MPs to come settle a domestic dispute.”
“Oh, Iain attempted to introduce me to oral sex.”
I was shocked. “He didn’t! I heard you call him a pervert. That seemed to calm him down for a while.”
“What actually happened then,” Alice blushed. “Was Iain stuck his face between my legs and the next thing I knew I was in the midst of an all-time greatest orgasm. Have you ever tried that?”
“My good Presbyterian mother would die of shock to know I’ve even listened to talk about it.” I replied. “You actually did that?”
“You can bet I did. I marked the day on my calendar.” She replied emphatically. “And tune in again tonight when I return the favor to Iain.”
It took me a week to work up the courage to try it with Ted but it’s been a part of my diet ever since.
In some ways my husband Ted is a bit of a prude but sometimes he manages to shock me. For the first anniversary of our wedding, he gave me a pair of solid gold ear rings. To the glance they appear to be miniature candlesticks but a closer look reveals them to be male erections rising from two balls. They’re elegantly done but I have yet to wear them in public. On our second anniversary he brought home a long blue box and I was horrified on opening it to find a life size replica of Ted’s own equipment. It was made of some pliable plastic material with a wire core so it was semi rigid but could be bent and retain the shape. It seems that the quartermaster sergeant had a thriving business on the side handcrafting these devices. Ted began to describe how he’d had to get an erection, encase it in plaster, etc. but I wasn’t interested.
“These things are designed to provide solace to the soldier’s wife while her husband is off fighting his country’s wars.” Ted explained.
“Well, this soldier’s wife will not long be satisfied with such a pale imitation while there is such a surplus of the real thing so you’d better pray for peace.” I retorted.
I was still slightly miffed with Ted when we retired to the bedroom later in the evening so I took the long box with me and when I got into bed I pushed Ted aside and placed the rubber dick between my thighs. At first I had a little trouble getting the device between the lips of my puss but a good serving of KY jell made things easier.
“Here, let me give a hand here.” Ted volunteered and set things to the proper angle. I had to laugh at the ridiculous scene but let him slide it home. The darn gadget did not have the resiliency and give of the real thing so it felt to be uncomfortably larger.
“Easy there.” I cried. “That thing doesn’t compress and then expand again like your sausage does as it passes through the tight spot.”
Ted slid it out and in a few times but finally I gave up. “That might substitute when you’re off fighting but as there’s no particular war on right now why don’t you put it back in its box and give me some of the real McCoy. The real McCoy sure felt much better.
Next morning, Alice was over early. “What on earth were you two up to last night? You’ll have to learn to speak a little louder.”
I laughed and led her to the bedroom to show her the plastic and rubber monstrosity. She was fascinated.
“So this is Ted. He’s not quite as big around as my husband but he’s definitely longer; a good inch I’d say. I have to get Iain to have one of these made.”
She lay back on the bed and before I could say a word, had inserted the tip of the device into her puss and slid it neatly home.
“Hey,” I protested, “That’s my husband you’re screwing.”
She looked up at me and grinned. “Tell him thanks from me when he gets home.”
She lay there for several minutes just working the dildo in and out. Her mind was elsewhere and I could believe it was actually Ted whom her imagination had probing the depths of her pussy but I was surprised to discover that the thought didn’t bother me. I sat down beside her and slipped a hand down over her tummy to get a finger on her clit and help things along. She smiled lazily up at me, closed her eyes and began rotating her hips. After a few minutes, her lips pursed and I could sense she was having a mild orgasm - not a belly buster, just a relaxing melt-down.
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Damn, I’m going to have to get me one of these.”
When Ted arrived home I had the plastic phallus on the kitchen table. “You might be pleased to know that you screwed Alice today.”
“That’s nice.” He replied. “Did I enjoy it?”
“Alice did.” I laughed. “I’m to tell you to introduce Iain to the N.C.O. who makes those fake dicks. She wants one of her own husband.”
“So she can repay the favor you presented her today?” he suggested. I hadn’t thought of that.
Ted picked up the device from the kitchen table and returned it to the bedroom. “Well, Alice is OK but don’t go too public with that thing. I’m a bit fussy about whom I screw.”
Two weeks later when Alice dropped in for coffee she brought with her new dildo with her. I was mesmerized by the sight of it and couldn’t bring myself to touch it but eventually Alice convinced me that I owed her the thrill of seeing it entering my puss. “I think you’re the pervert, not Iain” I chided her but led her into the bedroom.
As Alice had said, the thing was larger around than Ted’s but surprisingly it went into me easier. It was a bit softer and more pliant.
“I had Iain’s cock in me today.” I informed Ted when he got home that night.
“Ugly big thing isn’t it?” He laughed. “He showed it to me when the sergeant delivered it. I suppose that evens us up for the time mine got into Alice.” Many bawdy remarks of the same vein were tossed around in the next few weeks.
One balmy Friday evening in early September we walked slowly home from the O club dance and when we arrived at our quarters, we stopped outside the twin doors and formed a square for the usual good night group hug. Alice slipped her hand down her husband’s pants and made some remark about just checking to see if it was ready for what she had in mind as she was feeling horny and wasn’t about to settle for the plastic copy. I made some equally inane comment and somehow conversation came to a halt.
Ted kissed me lightly on the nose. “Look, honey, those plastic dicks started off as a joke but they seem to have reached the level of fetish so before they become obsession, why don’t you just take Iain in there and screw his ugly head off?”
“Yes, darling,” Alice chimed in. “Why don’t you show her what a pale imitation of the real thing that plastic toy is.” She gave Iain a shove toward me and pulled Ted through her door.
I looked at Iain in a moment’s confusion and then laughed and held out a hand to him.
In my bedroom, Iain meticulously folded and stowed his uniform before turning his nakedness toward me. I felt thoroughly acquainted with his male equipment but dropped my hand to feel the texture - far superior to that of the copy.
Iain grinned and lifted me off my feet to hold me against his warm body as his big dong slid between my legs to press its full length along the lips of my moist coozy. I hoisted my knees over his hips as we fell toward the bed where he humped back and then drove firmly into me.
I can’t fully explain the wonderful feeling of release I experienced that first time I took a man into me for no reason other than he was my friend, I liked him and it was my choice to do so - - it felt good. My person - my body - belongs to me and it will never be altogether otherwise.
Alice’s happy laughter filtered through the pressed cardboard walls. “How are you two doing in there?”
Saturday night I made love with my own husband in Alice’s bed and Sunday, again in Alice’s bed, I twice more screwed Alice’s husband. Such became the pattern for our weekends throughout the fall and early winter..
A week before Christmas Iain was posted to Germany. We rented a suite in the Royal York for a going away party - with a big king size bed. Before leaving, Alice brought over the Iain dildo which I accepted in exchange for the synthetic Ted and then stored far back in our only clothes closet.
Ted and I also stored our extracurricular activities far back in the closet and for the next fourteen years spent our time raising a family. It wasn’t until the day I voiced my resurgent frustrations to my neighbor Jeannie and she introduced us to her small circle of swinging friends that I again ventured out of the chastity belt.
Jessie B in OREGON
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By Mistral Wind
My husband, Tim, met a new prospective client the other day, and an hour appointment went on for another three hours. Then Tim returned to the office glowing with excitement. "Hey, Mistral, the new clients want the Full Monty and more from us!"
A few days later, I met Greg and Susan and found we had an immediate relationship with them both. Glen is a "go-getter" who has enormous energy and vision. He had just acquired three more companies and ran a group of four on a wide area network that needed our services. The questions flowed thick and fast at the meeting: "Can you do xxx for us? What about these services? How about getting the VPN up?" A gem of all clients had been discovered by accident through a conversation with a friend who put us together.
Greg is a tall, dark, very fit 45-year-old with boundless energy and a very sharp, intelligent mind with a wacky sense of humor. Susan is a Nicole Kidman look-alike, red blonde hair, 5'2", pert small breasts with really pink nipples, and the greatest tight little butt I have ever seen. Her hair was shoulder-length curly and shone like spun red gold. Some women you meet and like from day one. We liked the same food and wine and laughed about some of her office's young, horny, and frustrated studs.
Within three weeks of working almost every day with them both, a very positive relationship had started between us. I began to feel that Susan might be bi. She often sat close, and when we were going through my graphic designs, she would sometimes run her hand down my arm or touch my face gently when asking her searching questions. Her being a client, I was always careful not to respond in a sexual way just in case I had misread her. As the working days passed, the banter became more friendly and frank.
After a few dinners and lunches, we were invited to their place for a relaxing weekend after getting most of the projects specified and starting to build. Their income was high, so we expected a nice place when we drove up. It was spectacular!
Greg had said, "Well, it's a small mansion, built about 1795, Robert Adam style." Greg's idea of small contained seven bedrooms, a covered heated pool with a Sauna and Jacuzzi, and the garden had the cutest little Japanese Bonsai tree garden with a beautiful love seat.
When we arrived Friday late afternoon, we just had time to briefly chill out with them doing "the tour." We were shown many large elegant rooms alongside some small intimate settings that would suit a pair of lovers. We met Jonathon, Greg's 21-year-old son, who had just finished University and would take a year off to explore the world. Jon is into falconry in a big way and owns three Harris Hawks: Brody, Bandit, Blackthorn, and a Peregrine Falcon called Blade. I spent an hour chatting with Jon about his birds. I quickly realized the Harris Hawks were an intelligent community-minded group that would work together to hunt their prey.
Later that evening, Jon left to go to London for the weekend to be with his girl. When he left, he kissed Susan (stepmother), and to my eye, it lingered just a little too long. I raised my eyebrow, and she frankly stated, "Well, he is beautiful and half of my husband, so why not enjoy a younger version as well? Greg is pretty relaxed about it."
The air took on a sexual tension that made me feel a little uneasy as we made it a policy not to play with clients, and this has an overtone that could get difficult. Susan and I chilled out before dinner with a swim in the pool and a sauna to finish off. She dropped her bikini on the floor and sat naked in front of me, completely relaxed. Her legs rested on the opposite seat, slightly open, revealing a beautiful smooth snatch. Susan caught me looking and made a show of 'accidentally' allowing her legs to open even more. Watching her outer lips peel stickily apart, I was tempted to reach out and touch but remembered Tim's words: "Don't play with clients!" Susan seemed to sense my conundrum but seemed willing to let things ride where they were...for now.
Dinner passed pleasantly with a couple of bottles of red French Merlot. We all chatted intimately, getting close and closer together. Greg announced an early start as Tim was invited to hunt with Blade the Peregrine while we girls chilled out and enjoyed the morning. About midday, Greg and Tim returned empty-handed Greg said, "We are taking the hawks out. Several wild rabbits are around, which would be great for dinner tonight; grilled rabbit with bacon and garlic is yummy!"
Later the "hunters" returned with three rabbits for the table and a couple for the Harris Hawks. Tim was in awe of the birds and said: "Babe, you should see them hunt together. They would make great Marines. They are intelligent, work well together, and the kills are lightning-fast. No rabbit suffered."
"Time for a shower and a rest before we set up tonight," Tim suggested. So we slipped upstairs to our room and showered together. The shower was only big enough to get both inside and had a flexible pipe with a variable spray head. The naughty schoolboy in Tim surfaced, and he turned the shower onto pulse and started to work my breasts and nipples with the jet. I slid my soapy hands down onto his cock and worked it hard. Tim moved the shower between my legs, and I opened up for him. The jet started to bombard my clit. This was too much too quick, and I said, "Pack it up. That hurts."
Tim settled down onto his knees and softly kissed her better. She responded quickly, and I pushed his face deeper into my crotch. The outer lips were gently opened, and his tongue probed for the inner lips teasing around my clit. I got impatient and rocked my hips into his face forcing his tongue onto my clit, demanding his attention. My legs spread apart of their own accord, and a hand crept around, caressing my bottom and making the cleft tingle with anticipation. As my pussy heated up and the waves started to build, that other hand was around my anus, caressing and probing the pink rosebud.
As the first waves started to run through my body, a finger tickled and slid inside my arse. The orgasm exploding inside me was made more magnificent by the probing finger. The finger working deep in my bowel was enough to hit my "G" spot from the other passage. As I came down from the first shudders, the jet spray added its contribution, and I nearly passed out with pleasure. That brought on a multiple, and it kept coming and coming until I slumped against him.
Tim dried me off, picked me up, and gently laid me on the bed. He dried himself and leaned over me. His cock was still hard. I lazily reached up, pulled him into my mouth, and sucked and sucked, working around the helmet just under the rim. He did not take long as he wanted a cum as much as the sucking. It exploded into my mouth, and I slurped it down, leaving about half on my tongue. Tim collapsed on the bed beside me, and we kissed, sharing the salty fluid he had deposited. "You minx! You are supposed to swallow that!" teased Tim. I shot back: "You know it turns you on tasting semen, so stop complaining."
We both drifted into a deep sleep for a couple of hours. The house is very warm, so I put on a floaty dress and a white silk thong with a diamante glitter buckle at the back when I dressed. Tim smiled and said, "Babe, that does show off your bottom beautifully. I am enjoying their company. Susan has a great mind and body. What do you think of Greg?"
Dodging his question, I asked my own. "Would you want to be inside Susan's pussy?" I asked, "Does she have fuckability?"
"Oh yes, and more. But remember, this is not a swinging party; these are clients. We must be careful; a wrong move could mess things up big time."
"Susan sort of hit on me in the sauna by 'accidentally' showing me her pussy," I admitted. "It's smooth and beautiful, and I could tell she was very wet."
"Interesting," Tim said, "but it doesn't change the fact they are clients. Let's enjoy dinner. Come on; it must be time to go on down." I could tell, though, that my admission had hit home with Tim, and his stomach wouldn't be the only thing on his mind at dinner.
The rabbit was fabulous, and we slowly munched our way through the various courses. Coffee and brandy followed, and we retreated into a smaller intimate family room with sofas, large seats, scattered cushions on the floor, and a big fireplace with a bright fire in the grate. Susan found a DVD, "Eyes Wide Shut," with Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise. Tim commented, "You look just like her, Susan."
"She is a fine woman," Susan agreed. "I wish I had her bottom and her breasts. Watch the first scenes, and you get to see all of her. She is beautiful!"
The film was remarkable, and we all watched it enthralled during the sex party scene in the large country house. The men in masks and long dark cloaks, women in cloaks, and other women wearing just about nothing. Couples fucking all over the furniture, and one girl was being done resting on the back of another man. A girl in the corner was being fucked doggy on a coffee table. I started to get wet. The film was deep, and the sex was great, although never construed as a porn film, much too delicate for that category. My pussy was alive, so I couldn't wait to get Tim back upstairs later. The movie finished, and Susan said, "That was the hot scene at the party. Wouldn't you love to join in and be one of them!"
A careful silence was followed by Tim and me, which gained the retort from Susan. "You are swingers, aren't you? Otherwise, you would have said something about not sharing your wife!" I giggled, and Tim finally uncomfortably said: "Well, it takes all kinds of people with different attitudes to sex to make the world go around."
Susan got up and walked out of the room. After a few minutes, she returned with a small basket of condoms and a collection of exciting toys. Susan smiled at me and said, "Mistral, let's give the boys a show. Then I will fuck Tim to a standstill as long as you are OK about it and want Greg!"
"OK. I want to fuck Greg as much as he wants me. Same for you and Tim," was my husky reply. Suddenly, all the rules had gone out the window. Susan smiled and shrugged off her long dress, sliding it down to the floor, and she had nothing underneath. I got up and selected a toy from the basket, a rabbit dildo. I stepped out of my dress and knelt in front of Susan. She opened up her legs, and I switched on the vibrator, slid a finger inside a very wet slippery pussy, and pressed the toy to her clit.
"My, we have been thinking rude thoughts this evening, hmmm?" I chided her. Susan said, "Well, the DVD certainly opened up the conversation. I tried to interest you in the sauna, and I saw the fuck-me look in your eyes but then got ignored. How come?"
I ignored the question. "Get on the cushions. I want to open you right up and explore," I commanded. I worked slowly down Susan's body, tonguing every crevice. At the same time, the vibrator was held against her pussy without really trying to get inside. She rolled over onto her back, pulled me on top, slid off my thong, and peeled apart the lips of a very wet Mistral pussy. She arched her back to get her head between my legs, then slowly worked her tongue around my clit, just missing the most sensitive part: teasing, teasing! My head was between her legs sucking hard on her cunt, the vibrator discarded alongside us.
Susan tasted and smelt divine, a cunt to die for, and we gently and slowly worked each other to a beautiful girly climax. I slid her clit between my lips and sucked gently, giving it all the attention it could take. Her bottom started to thrash about, and a muffled cry came from her as she exploded and released a dribble of pussy juice onto my face. Strong hands lifted us apart, and Greg sat me down on his lap, legs facing him. He kissed me gently, opened my mouth with his tongue, and started to probe my soul with his penetrating tongue. When those two had shed their clothes, I don't know!
What I wanted was getting harder under my thigh and starting to poke up between my legs. My hand reached down and stroked the elegant cock, trying so hard to get inside me. Greg put on a condom and was ready for me. A thrust up then down onto it, and he was inside. I could not wait and would not wait. My hips thrust madly at him, exploring his cock and filling myself with pleasure. It must have only taken me 30 seconds to hit the first orgasm, and Greg was getting faster and faster until he exploded.
We kissed and looked over at Tim and Susan. They were in a 69 with Susan sucking Tim hard and working her two fingers inside his anus. His balls tightened, and he emptied himself inside her mouth. She got up, came over, and kissed me deeply, sharing the contents of her mouth with me. Susan returned to Tim and started gently sucking him back to hardness again. Greg was working my bottom with his tongue, firm strokes working into the most private and sensitive area a woman has. I pulled him up and kissed him deeply, and again he shared the semen from Susan's mouth.
Greg smiled and said, "OK, we all shared Tim. Would he enjoy sucking me?" I was a little unsure how Tim would react. Susan said, "He can't talk right now since his mouth is full of my pussy."
Greg lifted me off him and walked over to the other two, kissed Susan, and then leaned over and lightly bit Tim's nipple, who, for a straight guy, relaxed and did nothing. Greg slowly worked down his body and started to get near his groin. Susan got up and thrust her pussy back into his face. Tim hungrily lapped at her while Greg took Tim's cock into his mouth.
Tim started to push his hips at Greg, who was working the sensitive spots on his cock with expert reverence. I had never seen Tim with a man before, and it fascinated me to see how he responded to a man's attention. Tim gently pulled Greg around so they were 69 together and opened his mouth to get Greg's cock down his throat.
Susan had slid behind me and worked one of the toys into my pussy. A little finger was up my arse, and the big rabbit worked magic inside me. I watched, fascinated, while the two men ground their cocks into each other's mouths, sucking and mouth fucking together. I could reach Greg's anus from where I was crouching, and I slid a finger inside, feeling for his prostate. I found the firm nut I was after and massaged it, bringing him to a rapid spunk explosion. When he started, I worked the prostate harder, milking the orgasm to its absolute. Tim was greedily swallowing all that Greg could deliver. Tim's hips began to shudder as he succumbed to Greg's tongue and spurted his load down his throat.
The guys then got up and came over and kissed us. Greg pushed a quantity of spunk down my throat while Tim probed Susan's mouth. For the rest of the night, we moved upstairs to a large bedroom with a king-sized double that could sleep six without trouble. We swapped, we fucked, we cuddled and rested, then swapped, fucked, and cuddled some more, eventually falling asleep around 5 a.m.
I awoke around 7:00, needing a drink. As no one else was around, I walked naked downstairs to get some orange juice. Halfway down the stairs, Jon appeared with a smile and a naked girlfriend beside him. "Hello, we returned late last night and realized you guys were having fun."
Penny, Jon's girlfriend, said, "Come into this room. We had a camera in the large bedroom and watched you all together. What a turn-on!"
I followed them in with dread, not knowing what to expect. Jon said, "Don't look so worried. We enjoyed the performance and wanted to share some of it with you."
As I looked at the display, the threesome on the screen was waking up, and Susan was fondling both men. Penny said, "I often watch Greg and Susan's swinging parties here, and we fuck like bunnies while we watch. I enjoyed a threesome with Jon and his stepmother. What was Greg like? I haven't had him yet?" I just stood there, mouth open in shock, unable to speak.
Jon pushed me gently onto the bed and started caressing my body while Penny approached the other side. Jon gently sucked my nipples while Penny's tongue delicately explored my womanhood. "We want to fuck you properly, Mistral, but I know your pussy must be sore from last night, so we'll stick with our tongues this time, OK?"
After a few minutes of light sex, Penny said, "We better slip away quietly as we are not supposed to be here. Are you two coming to next weekend's party?" The feeling of this beautiful young feminine creature's tongue still fresh on my mind, I shot back, "You bet. If we are invited."
"Oh, I expect you shall be," Penny smiled. She gazed into my eyes, dropped her hand between her legs, and worked a finger deep into herself. "Until next time...," she said, trailing her finger, wet with her secretions and Jon's cum, stickily across my cheek before resting it on my lips. An invitation which I readily obliged by opening my mouth. Her long finger worked around my tongue, gifting me the taste of her and her lover.
I slipped upstairs and joined the frolicking three on the bed for more and more of what my body desired. Eventually, we fell asleep again and woke around 3 p.m. feeling completely satisfied and sexually drained. A shower and a good cleanup refreshed my body and spirit. Tim and I were due to leave soon, and Susan came to me and said, "You must come to our next weekend party. Please say yes. If you like, bring some friends that will enjoy what you two have this weekend. There is so much more I want to do with you and Tim. We have had a fantastic time."
On the way home, Tim said solemnly: "You realize that the weekend could have gone dreadfully wrong if it was a trap. We were caught out, well nearly!"
The following weekend swinger party is another edition of this story…
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By Santokos
My wife is conservative, we are 10 years together. Our sex life is just OK. Due to children and busy life, we don’t have sex often. I asked her if she wants me to buy a dildo for her. She said she would like the dildo. When I asked her how she will use it she said that she would like to have the dildo in her pussy while sucking my cock. Ladies what do you think, does that means that she is into 3some? I know that most of the replies would be .. go and ask her but I would love a different reply. I forgot to mention that we don’t have any experience in SL
P.S sorry for my bad English
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By udsarge
So I've came across this on TIKTOK, and thought I'd ask in a broader way. Do you have a contingency plan for your adult toys (and I'm adding pictures, correspondences, and other documentary evidence) if you happen to pass away? What will happen to that kind of stuff when you go? Have you even thought about it, or would it even matter to you?
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By cplnuswing
I saw an ad for this and just had to think - Really?
Autoblow
I can't think of anything I want a sex toy to look like much less than a kitchen small appliance. Sorry, just doesn't get me in the mood to try it out on my dick. I used the blog post link instead of straight to the manufacturer's website, since like me, the author reports like but not love feelings when it comes to blowjobs. Supposedly the Autoblow will change your tune on that, but let's just say I have my doubts...
And in the dumbest thing I've heard in decades department, you can even use it while cruising through rush hour traffic in your Tesla 🙄 Who needs a cell phone when you can crash in pleasure with the Automoblow
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By Olympus5246
We are new to the swinging lifestyle. We were getting fairly annoyed because it seemed that what we wanted was not going to happen. See, being new to swinging, and never having been to that level yet, we wanted to feel comfortable, not like fresh meat. We wanted to be able to make friends and get to know others first, not just hop in the sack. We made a post in Curious About Swinging area, and got some good sound advice, but in between the posts, here's what happened.......
Rainy and drizzle day, so we hopped in the car and took a trip to Carbondale to check out computer and electronics related stuff. Mr O is like that and loves to tinker around. After spending several hours in a couple stores, we got everything loaded in the car and drove back home. Putting everything away, and still rainy out so we couldn’t go for our nightly walk at the park, we figured we take and go over to the local bowling alley and toss off a few games. When we got there, we found it was not as crowded as usual. We got a lane, found our balls {bowling} and threw a few warm up shots. I went over to the bar and got myself a mixed drink {strawberry dak} and Mr O a bottle of MGD {miller beer}.
As we played the first game, another couple came in, about our age, and got the lane next to ours. This meant we shared the same ball return. We made some idle talk at first, then introduced ourselves. His name was J and hers was S. He was almost the same size as Mr O, with black hair and brown eyes. He told us he was 51. S was 47, 5’9” and about 175 with red hair and hazel eyes {like me} with about the same build except for her breasts, they were a little smaller then my 38dd’s. J went up to the bar, asking if he could buy us a drink, we accepted. Mr O and I finished our first game and waited until J and S finished off their first one. They were fairly good, like us with an average in the 190’s.
The second game, we decided to split the lanes, rotating between both lanes. S wanted to bet that the women could beat the men so we all agreed to bowl for drinks. They won and S and I had to go get them another beer each. While gone, S remarked that she thought MR O was good looking. I told her the same about J. We went back to the guys and started a third game, making the same bet. This time we won so the guys had to go trot off after our drinks. All the time S and I made small talk, and found that we had a lot in common.
The guys got back with out drinks and this time the stakes were raised a bit by Mr O. He suggested that the winners get to do anything they wanted to, to the losers. There were no restrictions placed, but being in public we sort of took it for granted it would be clean. The guys whipped our butts. J walked up to S, grabbed her and gave her one hell of a passionate kiss, while feeling her breasts and butt. Not to be out done, Mr O grabbed me, sat me on his lap, gave me one of the wettest kisses he ever has and was using his hands on my breasts and between my inner legs, getting me all wet.
Well, we played another game with the same bet, and this time they must have let us win because neither of them hit 125. S looked at me, and with her eyes questioned as to if she could approach Mr O. I just smiled and nodded okay. She walked up to Mr O and gave him a nice kiss on the lips, moving her hand {which she must have thought was not visible to J and I } between Mr O legs grabbing his manhood. Mr O kind of jerked back a little, surprised by S’s move. I walked over to J and did the same thing to him, but he just stood there enjoying it. Needless to say, we were all getting a little hot.
Mr O suggested we go to a diner and grab something to eat and chat some more. We went to a little place called The Spot {it’s a Greek all night 24/7 place with great food and very comfortable}. We talked for about two hours, getting to know each other more. As the discussion got around to sex, we found that J and S were just as new to the new lifestyle as we were. They had never been in a swap, or in another sexual encounter with anyone other then themselves. It was getting late and they had to get home so they could get their babysitter off to her house. We exchanged telephone numbers and left it at they were going to give us a call today sometime.
We got home about midnight or so. We took a shower and were getting into some very heavy petting when the phone rang. It was S. She said that her mom came over last night and picked up their son {15} and took him to her house and dropped the babysitter off on her way home. She said she was happy that we met and that we were still up. She asked if we were tired and I said no why? She asked if we’d like to come over so we could talk some more.
I asked Mr O and he said sure, why not. So I get directions {which was very easy as they live two blocks from us} and we headed over. Of course we walked, even though it was drizzling rain out a little. Well let's see, it took all of about five minutes to walk over and getting there S opened the door. They gave us a tour of the place, stopping by the kitchen to get some drinks, and proceeded down to the huge open den area complete with video games, bar, hot tub and a movie like projection screen hanging on the wall.
J turned on some tunes and we all sat down and started talking about our lives, our jobs and interests. Come to find out we have a lot more then we thought in common. J loves to hunt and fish and play around with computer stuff. He and Mr O went up to the “junk room” as S put it {where J has all the computer stuff} which left S and I alone. We were talking about our families and how we loved to go camping when S moved her hand over to my leg and started to rub it. It was soft and slow and she moved her hand up and down my thigh in a motion that felt good. She stopped and said she was sorry but couldn’t help herself as she was just so turned on. I had the same feelings and just looked at her in the eyes and leaned over and took a kiss. She responded by giving right back and began to move her hands up and very gently caressed by breasts. I responded by doing the same to her. I was getting very wet and I knew it. S reached under my blouse and under my bra and started to play with my nipple, rolling it in her fingers.
About this time the guys came back and I faintly remember hearing J say that it looks like they’re having a good chat session. I caught myself, somehow, and can’t remember what did it, but I remember turning and looking at the guys and remember having my hand caressing S’s breasts. The guys, almost together, made a comment not to let them be the cause for us to stop. With that S moved her hand slowly down between my legs and started to rub so softly. I just could not take this any more and moaned. S stopped, sat up and took her blouse off. Reaching around she removed her bra. She had a very nice pair of breasts. Like I said, almost like mine, but a little smaller. She helped me get undressed and moved down taking one of my nipples in her mouth. This is the first time I have ever had a woman suck on them, let alone touch me. This just drove me off the deep end and I was so excited that I came.
S was surprised at how I flowed {I am what MR O calls a flooder—when I cum the juices just flow and flow}. With this, she moved down and started to lick me, even though I still had my panties on. I remember helping her take the rest of her clothes off and going into a 69 position. We both were so turned on that I don’t think either of us remember seeing the guys get undressed. J was standing down by S and Mr O was up near me. S stopped licking me and must have started to suck on J as I did the same to Mr O.
S got off of me {she was on top when in the 69} and moved over and had J sit in a chair. I got up and had Mr O sit on the couch where I knelt in front of him taking as much as I could in my mouth. I was never one that could DT him as he is too big for me, not just long {about 8”} but thick around. I knew he was very excited so I slowed down because I surely wanted him inside me. J and S moved over to the couch next to us, and S whispered in my ear that she would like to try Mr 0’s in her mouth. Without saying a word, I moved my head so she could go ahead and try. She licked it first and then took almost every inch down deep. Mr O just moaned and told her she was good. I moved over, took J’s in my hand and started to stroke it slowly up and down. This is the first time I have ever had another man's cock in my hand since I was with Mr O.
J was a little smaller and no way as thick {about 7”}. I took and licked him and then took him in my mouth. I found it was much easier to go down on him, taking almost all of him. We had no intention on doing what came next. We wanted our first encounter to be a soft, same room, no full swap experience. Well that changed in a flash. S got up and without even so much as a look from her, sat down on Mr. O taking ever inch of him in her. She bounced up and down, facing away from Mr O for all it was worth. She had climax after climax. I was not sure I wanted to do the same with J because I did not want to take the chance of getting the big P as I was not safe but Mr O had a vas so he was.
Sue looked at me and could tell something was wrong and told me “go ahead, he had a vas a couple years ago”. With that I got up and sat on him. It felt good, and excited me all the more to see Mr O pumping away in S and feeling J in me. I climaxed with such force that J was totally stunned by the wetness. What started out as a evening to get out of the house and do something active because we could not go for our normal evening walk, ended up with one of the most enjoyable nights that we have ever had. Mr O shot off in S’s mouth and she sucked all the more, taking ever drop. J unloaded in my mouth, but I could not take it all. We rested, and started all over again with the guys taking turns eating us out. We did MMF, FFM, MFMF and enjoyed every minute. S and I feel the same about anal, it is off limits, but other then that, all of us had a great night.
The next day was sex free, as we all got together, met J and S’s son and took a ride to Howe’s Cavern. Had a great time. Since that first night, the four of us have started on a good friendship. The best part of this whole experience is it happened without any planning. It was totally great. J and S feel the same as we do, all four of us play together or no one plays. That’s the way we wanted things and its become so clear that it was meant to be. It makes Mr O and I think…….how many other neighbors do we have that are the same way?….
J and S just left our home, 2:30 am, all of us having another great night of sex. There is one thing that we learned and would like to pass on. We are not sure if this is true with everyone, but we found that when you try hard to get something going, it takes effort and sometimes causes people to feel under pressure. We were not looking, we were out to have some fun, just Mr O and myself, and we ended up having a great night, having our first swinging experience, and to top it all off, found that the people we got involved with were our neighbors living only a few blocks from us. Guess when you keep a open mind, have a good attitude and be yourself, all good things can and will happen as we are living proof of this.
Thank you all ever so much. Without reading some of the posts made here, I am not sure if we would have gotten this involved with total strangers in a bowling ally like we did. Mr and Mrs O
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