By afterwork
(Another story from friends of the early days of our swinging history. We met Gene and Nancy in the early 80’s. This is their recount of their initial experience of any sort of sex…and a prelude to their future sexual experiences. Names were changed to protect identities.)
Her…
Our dating began after we inadvertently met at a Friday afternoon wedding. We were in the final months our senior year of high school. This un-shy boy (Gene, who became my husband for now nearly 15 years) appeared out of nowhere insisting on sitting beside me (Nancy). He was a little too forward for my taste and I couldn’t wait to get away from him, but there was no time as the wedding was starting. I was stuck.
Our family had just joined that particular church in NW Arkansas and really didn’t know many of congregation members. We were from a neighboring smaller rural town nearly twenty-four miles away but, Mom and Dad wanted to go to the larger “city” church. This boy that sat beside me told me that the bride was one of his former elementary school girl friends and that the groom was a high school pal, his neighbor, and was also his hunting buddy.
“I always thought Jennifer would marry early, and it was no secret that she and David were really hot and heavy into each other,” whispered Gene. “Jennifer had a wild childhood. She pretty much relied upon David’s mother to be almost her own mother. Guess, after today, that’s what how it really is,” Gene whispered close into Nancy’s ear.
All I could whisper back was, “that’s nice.”
The wedding was soon over, and the small reception was being held in the church basement. My folks were dutifully trying to be social and I still had this creep tagging along with me. I really had no place to go or, anyone else to speak with, since we were so new to the church. However, he was the only guy that even bothered to speak with me. Finally, he announced to me that he was going to go help decorate the bridal vehicle, as is the custom, and asked me to wait for him as he would be right back.
I watched him bound out the church basement door thinking to myself, Man… he is really forward. My folks came up with my sisters announcing we had to get going home as chores at our small farm needed attending. I was so, so grateful to be able to quickly get away.
As we were saying goodbye to the bride and groom, the bride, Jennifer, pulled me aside with a big smile and said, “I see you have captured Gene’s attention. He is a great guy and I think he has fallen for you.”
“Really,” I questioned, “how can you tell that?”
“I know him very, very well. I have mostly grown up with, and around him, here at church. We were even kid boyfriend/girlfriend as pre-teens. I have never seen him look at a girl like he does you. He has been my best friend and has helped me for years to deal with my alcoholic father and mostly absent mother. Yeah, he really seems like you have him under his spell,” replied Jennifer smiling broadly.
“Uh, thanks, and congratulations, Gene tells me that you and David are very special to him. He commented how he just knew you two would be married one day. My family is leaving, guess we will see you at church,” I replied.
“Oh yeah, and maybe we can double date sometime in the future,” Jennifer gleefully suggested, “Welcome to our gang and our church.”
I escaped with my folks left wondering, “Why does this guy seem to be so pushy to me?” Maybe it was because I had never had a boy be so comfortable in his approach. I later learned that Gene was, and has always been a very confident, decisive fellow that is truly comfortable in any environment.
Two days later, it was Sunday and I was not at all looking forward to encountering Gene should he be at church. My older sister (four years my senior) knew of Gene, and his family from inquiring with other friends she knew. My sister had began going to this church a year earlier. It was known that Gene’s family was part of the original church formation and, that Gene was one of the student leaders both at school, as well as at the church. My sister chastised me for being so shy. She reminded me that I was now 18, about to graduate high school and enter college, and was still sitting on the sidelines when it came to dating. True enough, but, our parents made that difficult with strict timing constraints plus, we were very rurally located, and I had not yet learned to drive.
Sunday morning came, and we had a cow that had been birthing since early evening on Saturday. We could not make the Sunday morning services. The new calf arrived, and Dad insisted that we attend Sunday night services. I just knew that I would be seeing Gene.
Him…
So, Jennifer and David were finally getting hitched and I was going to really decorate their car for some great memories. I wanted to ignore the wedding and just be outside decorating, but the pastor squelched that plan. As I walked towards the middle of the church, I looked over and saw the wife of my future. She was nothing I had dreamed of as my dreams were never that perfect. She was instead a powerful magnetic force pulling me to her with a feeling that I had not yet sensed in my puny 18 years of life. I don’t even remember what I said to her. I certainly don’t remember any of the ceremony as all I could do was use my best peripheral vision to watch this precious woman. I barely remembering introducing myself and getting her name. If I made any small talk, I couldn’t recall it. I was falling deeply.
Eventually the ceremony was over and I had the duty to go decorate my friends’ car to honor their day. “Hey Nancy, I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere I really want to talk more.” She nodded and smiled, and I ran out back to get with the other guys to do the deed of soaping up the car.
When I came back inside, she and her family were gone. I asked around if anyone knew them as they were new to the church. One jokester told me, “Yeah, she goes to Henderson High School. She is the girlfriend of the captain of their football team.”
“Too bad for him,” I touted, “he is going to lose a girlfriend. That is my future wife.” Everyone laughed at my pronouncement except Jennifer.
Her…
My heart sank. There he was waiting at the church doors. He walked up to my parents, shaking my Dad’s hand firmly, then my Mother’s welcoming them to the church and asking if he could sit with me, and the rest of our family. His ploy was charming and disarming, yet it seemed very sincere.
After the services, he made the rounds almost like a politician. I couldn’t help myself from watching him and his demeanor was growing on me. Jennifer walked up to me and gave me a hug. “Bet you thought I’d be out on some honeymoon, huh.”
“Yeah,” I replied, “isn’t that normal?”
“Not for us poor people, we’ll get around to it later. But, hey it looks like you and Gene are getting to know each other,” she grinned.
Then Gene walked up and asked me, “Would you like to go get a root beer and I can drive you home?” I thought, Dad won’t allow this. “Well, if Dad says it is okay, sure.”
Without hesitation, Gene walker over to my Dad and asked if could take me home. Dad asked Gene if he knew the way for which Gene countered that surely Nancy knows the way. I was doomed. My older sister saw what was happening and whispered in my ear, “He seems like a nice guy, just don’t be timid. Show him you have some strength.”
I didn’t know what to do. Here this guy I met just two days ago was taking me home. I had never had that experience. I had never been on a date of any sorts. He walked me to the passenger side of his car. It was a newer model that had bucket seats but no center console. He opened the door and waited until I was in to close it. I don’t know where it came from, but as soon as he got in the door and seated, I moved to straddle both seats sitting as close to him as possible. I think I scared him a little….and feeling him against me felt tingly good. I felt a twinge in my groin that I had never felt before and had no explanation.
He was a careful driver, courteous date and never tried to kiss me, or touch me, other than we were sitting so close. He actually kept both hands on the wheel.
Him…
I really knew that she was special and that her family was also special. I asked permission to drive her home fully expecting to be turned down. I later learned that the big sister had provided some background that she had learned about me and that I was to be considered one of the “good guys” by all accounts.
After I let her in the car, she quickly moved to sit against me even straddling bucket seats. Omigosh, I have got a wild woman here. I have to be careful, were my thoughts. I will be the gentleman and not make any advances. I cannot lose her to being stupid, but when she put her hand on my right leg I could help but start getting the teenage hard-on.
I safely drove to the local drive-in stand and ordered root beer floats. I kept an eye on the time as I really didn’t know how long it would take to get her and I was not going to lose her to a timing issue.
Her…
This had been fun. I even touched, actually left, my hand on his leg above his knee. I had never touched a boy like that. He didn’t try to grope me or, even kiss me. He was a perfect gentleman. I was enthralled.
He got me home ahead of schedule and walked me up to the door. As we wound our way up the path, he asked if I would like to go on our first date the following Saturday evening. We both agreed to the date and then he asked my Dad if that would be acceptable. Dad, I’m glad this time as well, agreed.
We saw each other for services on Wednesday evening and I looked forward to the Saturday date. Jennifer learned of our date and said to both of us, “I hope you two start going “steady” so we can double date. You two look so cute together.” I think both of us turned red and just smiled.
Saturday was great. We went to play mini-golf and cheeseburgers. The evening was going quick as I had a very strict curfew. When he took me to the door, the porch light wasn’t on. He stood one step below me which brought our faces to the same height. He said, “This was wonderful, do you think we could go for a picnic tomorrow afternoon right after church? I was thinking we could go down to the springs at the church camp. I have a key as I help mow the facility. Ask your Dad, I’ll understand if he says no.”
“Sounds very nice, I’ll ask. I’m sure he will be okay with it. Maybe he will let me enjoy the afternoon, and you can bring me back for evening services, then home?”
He leaned forward as we both still were holding hands. I felt my hands sweating and that sensation in my groin twitching again. We got very close face to face and he asked softly, “may I kiss you?” I just leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his feeling our first kiss. Now, my groin was truly contracting, and I felt my nipples become hard against my very padded bra. This was a new feeling.
He let go of my hands and lightly grasped my waist as he kissed me once more. I found that my hands had been on top of his shoulders, but I cannot recall ever reaching out. He stepped back down and said, “I hope your Dad allow us go on the picnic.
Him…
I didn’t want to push her away and I attempted to be very gentle. She agreed to ask her Dad for permission to go on a picnic the next day. I’m not certain where my request to kiss came from, but I softly asked her and we had our first tender physical exchange of an awkward kiss. It was delightful and heavenly. My heart was racing and my cock was awakening. I had to get away before I overstepped the pacing.
Her and Him…
We did go on the picnic and he proposed to “go steady” which I accepted. His high school senior ring would not begin to fit my tiny hands, so I wore it proudly to church that evening as a necklace. We didn’t even know each other two weeks and were already at that stage. Forty-five days later he proposed, and we agreed to be married. A little over forty-five days from that we were married. We shocked our families with our speed.
The timing of our love starts at the end of the sixties. There was a lot of fear among folks about the Viet Nam war and the draft. Gene had decided to volunteer in the Navy, so he could get the type of duty and job that helped him beat the odds of being on the ground in Viet Nam. He accomplished that goal, just like he does almost anything he really tries. His assignment was about a year away after we wedded, and we were left with whatever small jobs he could get as no one would hire a person that was due any day to ship out.
Jennifer was beside herself just exploding with enthusiastic glee at the outcome of our relationship insisting that four of us should double date even before we were married. She, to this day still claims if it weren’t for her and David, we would have never met. She likes to brag a lot.
So as an engaged couple, we relented and agreed to a double date with the old married couple. Here were four 18-year olds living on very little except love and hormones. Our double date conversation got a little bit more racy than the two of us anticipated which, was totally driven by Jennifer.
We were seated in one of the back-alcove booths of the low lighted restaurant. “So, how heavy is the petting now that you two are engaged?” Jennifer asked in a hushed voice coming through a devilish smile.
“Geez, Jennifer, give ‘em a break,” said David.
“Why, they’re engaged,” she retorted, “they get to at least heavy pet…I mean you guys have at least done that right?” she challenged looking at Nancy then Gene.
Gene, ever the gentleman, said, “Uh no, we have kissed and hugged….”
“That’s it?” exclaimed Jennifer looking now directly at Nancy. “David and I had each other mostly naked by this time and certainly had been jacking each other off…I can’t believe you two, right David?”
David just shrugged his shoulders upward and grinned, then offered, “You know Gene, Jennifer has sat on both our laps on several backseat trips to young people church meetings. I don’t know about you, but I know she sat more than once on my hard-on.”
“Oh, I’ve sat on Gene’s hard-on,” said Jennifer. "Frankly, all the boys seem to enjoy when we girls sat on their laps. I’m just so glad it was you mother driving us David. She really understands."
“Gene, you got a hard-on with Jennifer?” Nancy asked turning towards Gene.
“Don’t be mad at him,” said David, “Jennifer has always been a pistol and we guys can’t help getting a little fired up when something like this rubs her pussy all over our laps,” as he shoulder-shoved Jennifer into the booth wall playfully.
Now Gene was stressing out. They had arrived earlier than Jennifer and David to the restaurant. Gene, ever the gentleman, had taken the inside seat so Nancy wouldn’t have to slide all the way over to the wall. When Jennifer and David arrived, David told Jennifer to “scoot over, my back is killing me.” He had been hauling hay for the last two days and was feeling the effect of hundreds of bales tossed and stacked during that effort.
Jennifer was taking advantage of the seating arrangement and had slipped out of her summer sandals. All four were wearing shorts. The girls were wearing sleeveless button up shirts and the guys had on colored t-shirts. Jennifer had lifted her left leg to rub up against Gene’s left leg raising it along his shin up to his knee.
“Nancy, when a guy starts sensing you feel him, whether it is your hand, your mouth, or even my butt, he can’t help but get horny.” Jennifer made a show of pulling her right arm off the table and made a bee line to David’s leg. “See, the closer I get to his crotch, the more reaction I’ll get from him no matter how much he tries not to react. Oh honey, is that for me?” she asked as she seemed to be now rubbing David’s crotch beneath the table. “Try it, I’m betting if you cop a feel that Gene is already up and ready, huh Gene?” she grinned mischievously as she kneaded her toes into his leg.
“Sorry, Nancy,” said David, “but Jennifer is one horny hot lady and she is probably right.”
Nancy looked at Gene who was already full blown hard under his shorts and worried that his boxers would hold back much from the outline. Jennifer had already stirred him up and he wondered to himself, wonder just how far those two would go if…. “Honey, is that true,” she asked, “are, are you wanting me to touch you?”
The combined guffaw from across the table from both David and Jennifer was instantaneous. “Oh sweetie, give him a break and put your hand in his lap, now. No one can see, and we don’t care, go ahead” chided Jennifer. “See if you have an effect on poor or Gene,” she laughed.
“I’m betting he is already sprouting,” laughed David as he drank his coke through a straw then wiggled his eyebrows up and down smiling.
Her….
It was almost a command from Jennifer. I just abruptly put my left hand onto his right leg and pulled up towards his crotch. He was hard, very hard. I couldn’t keep from feeling it from its base to its tip.
Him…
It was like a drill sergeant had told Nancy to march. She suddenly had her hand tracing the form of my hard cock petting it and squeezing it. I moved to give my fiancée a little more room for her hand to engage my cock then covered my lap with a table napkin. Jennifer thankfully removed her bare foot from my leg as Nancy was starting to take a look at my lap.
Both…
We left that dinner, after David and Gene could think about something else to get their hard-on’s down. It had been exhilarating to listen to Jennifer and David relate stories of their sex life from its beginning to now. Like a lot of kids from that era, we had no other teachers than fellow kids who had pioneered through this phase of learning about sex from each other.
That evening, we parked on one of the rural roads near her parent’s house. It was warm, very warm and we had no air conditioning in those days. We began kissing and then fondling each other through our clothing. We had slid the bucket seats back as far as they would track and had leaned the seat backs somewhat which created space between the steering wheel and Nancy’s back as she embraced into Gene’s arms.
Him…
Since the conversation of the evening and with Nancy’s feeling him, I did not try to force back a hard-on as we parked, instead allowing it to fully pulse with every kiss from Nancy. I nuzzled her neck as she held onto me and then slipped my right hand up under the back of her shirt. I felt no resistance to my advances. I was able to find her bra clasp and undo it to release her small breasts from the band. Nancy leaned back towards the steering wheel giving me access to move my hand from her back around to move up under her loosened bra. I felt her bare breast and nipple for the first time. She seemed to be breathing much heavier and was making other physical moves to give me more access.
Her…
As I lay across his lap, I could feel his hard-on pressing hard against my lower right side. I really wanted to touch it again but I wanted him to kiss my nipples like Jennifer said David does to her. I was now being taken over by a pure sex drive for this man. He managed to get my bra loose and I felt his tender touch on of my breast. He twirled my nipple sending shock waves into my groin. I could feel myself getting wet and the sweat we were developing in this summer heat just added to it.
Both…
Somehow we became acrobats as we look back on this. He had been able to unbutton her blouse and pull her bra above her nipples launching into sucking and kissing her neck and breasts. She had wiggled out of one leg of her shorts and panties and at the same time had unzipped his trousers finally finding his bare, hard cock through the slit in his Navy boxers.
Nancy was stroking his cock and rubbing her thumb just like Jennifer said she did to David. Jennifer had even demonstrated on the glass bottle of ketchup at the dinner table earlier that evening. Gene was leaking all sorts of fluid. She felt his hand go down to her crotch and she pulled her left leg up and swung her knee back towards the dash as she tip-toed her left foot on the seat cushion to give him full exposure to her pussy. She was rewarded with this position by feeling his fingers massage the outer rims of her pussy. She involuntarily begin to undulate her pussy pushing up against his fingers groaning her kisses until she laid back against the steering wheel as she continued stroking his cock which was now very wet.
She leaned back onto the wheel and opened her leg more to give him more access, as he penetrated her with his middle finger.
Her….
I was not even aware that I was stroking his cock. It just seemed to be a natural thing to do almost like breathing. His right hand had been massaging my mound with the heal of his hand pressing hard as I rose up to meet it while his fingers that were rubbing my pussy’s lips which were becoming very wet. I was groaning and starting to sense a feeling that I had never had, when I felt him softly and carefully insert his middle finger into me. He leaned into me and kissed me deeply. I heard myself saying, “oh yes, oh yes, oh yes”, each time that he stroked his finger in me.
I suppose for the first time, it was meant to not take very long as I began to pant and cry out using only the words I knew, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…ohhhh, yes" and then from deep inside me a sensation I didn’t know existed pronounced itself with my legs swinging wildly and my hips rising up to his hand, as I cried out finally, with a scream of joy saying words I didn’t know I could of, ”oh shit, oh shit, yes, yes, oh fuck.”
Gene continued to stoke his finger slowly in and out never pushing too far inside. He would slide it down from the top of my mound and cup his finger into me. His pace was gentle, and it continued to excite me. Gene leaned into me with a delicious kiss, as he began kissing my neck never letting up on the slow, smooth actions he was taking with finger fucking my pussy. I leaned into him still tugging on his cock feeling more fluid in my hands of what I now know to be pre-cum. Gene was breathing deeper and I found myself becoming more and more sensitive to his touch.
Gene was now barely penetrating me with his finger but was consistently stroking across my clitoris. I didn’t know what a clitoris was, but he listened carefully to Jennifer tell us that we girls have our own dickhead. It is just barely above our love tunnel and stroking it really gets girls off. Gene was a good listener as he seemed to be concentrating on my “dickhead.” I was already so wet and now was getting wetter. I felt my “dickhead” get larger and his touch was electrifying. I began to moan again and start pushing my pussy up to his finger trying to get a deeper penetration. My heart was pounding, and I was sweating profusely as I pushed my feet into the seat pushing my pelvis in tune with his stroking. I was lifting off the seat yelling at him, “yes, yes, yes, fuck yes, oh, oh, oh, oh, harder, harder, oh shit!” I let out a guttural scream that started out as low pitch diaphragm groan then went up to a very high squeal as my pussy contracted hard. I grabbed his hand holding his finger inside me. “Gotta stop, getting dizzy, give me a second,” I panted.
He left his finger in me and just clamped my mound in this grasp saying, “I hope you enjoyed this.”
“Oh yes, oh yes. Jennifer was right, this heavy petting is wonderful.”
Remembering Jennifer’s comments, I told him to lean back and pulled his t-shirt off. I went straight to his nipples and began sucking on them as he had done to me while still pulling on his hard cock. The position I was in was not helpful for me to be able to handle him. The steering wheel was hurting my back and, I wanted better access.
I rose up from lying across his lap and pulled my shirt and bra off. I had him raise his hips and I tugged his shorts down to his ankles. We were both fully naked and I had abandoned any concern for our exposure on this country lane.
I put my left arm around his neck and using my knees in the seat I pulled myself up to offer my nipples to his mouth which he immediately began suckling. As the same time with my right hand, I reached down and cupped his ball sack which was a tight ball of manliness. I traced his hard cock with my grasp and twisted my palm across the tip of his penis smearing the copious amount of fluid escaping just like Jennifer had demonstrated on the ketchup bottle. Gene was groaning into my titties and sucking my nipples so hard that I thought they would come off.
I pulled my nipples away from him and lowered myself to suck his nipples as Jennifer had suggested. His cock twitched in my hand and if felt as if it was growing in thickness. Each time that I moved from one nipple to the other the thickness seemed to grow. Gene was now reaching out and rubbing my breasts with his right hand and his left hand was pressed hard up against the top of the door frame.
He was groaning more and his pelvis was reaching up to thrust my grip each time I stroked downward. I pulled back more so I could get a better grip and began stroking him with my up raised thumb grip. I would stroke him all the way down until my little finger would bottom out on the base of his cock protruding out from his pelvis, then slide my hand up to the slippery top of his cock. He grunted, “Squeeze it hard, squeeze it.” I recalled David telling us at dinner, “Jennifer really knows how to jack me off. When I get close she squeezes it really tight, Jennifer will twist her hand at the top which really sends me over the edge.” Jennifer added, “Don’t know why people complain about a dickhead. It is really sensitive to the touch whether it is they guy’s or the gal’s . He won’t last long once you start doing this,” she demonstrated twisting her grip on the ketchup bottle.
I remembered the demonstration and I wanted this lovely man of my life to enjoy what he had just done for me as I begin to alternate stoking, twisting, and squeezing.
Him…
Of course, Jennifer had sat on my lap and of course, she really knew how to get all of the guys hard. But I had never touched her pussy and she had only once in a so-called effort to smooth out her skirt had reached between us with her hand pressing against my hard-on. It was more of we being just buddies and we growing up.
But at supper, she was really taking advantage of me by running her foot up and down my leg under the table. The gleam in her eye was annoying as I knew she was having fun at my expense. Worse, my cock was simply reacting to her words as I thought of how much I wanted to enjoy my bride to be.
When Nancy took direction from Jennifer and placed her hand on my hard-on, I thought I might come right then. When Nancy held her hand in that position for several minutes, I knew she and I were going to end our virgin existence to heavy petting that night.
There was no overt decision. We just found ourselves falling deeper into a sexual grasp as we began to explore each other as we parked. Nancy’s willingness to allow me to move towards feeling her naked breasts and lowering her shorts and underwear was exciting. She had unzipped my shorts and was rubbing my cock as best as she could in our acrobatic position when I had tenderly penetrated her very wet pussy with my finger. Her response was surprising especially when she was able to reach a climax twice.
Now she and I were essentially naked as she was stroking me into my own orgasm. Her sucking of my nipples had an amazing affect and her twisting her palm and fingers on my dick head were pushing me over the top. I was very close to coming and could not help my breathing or my groans. I felt the sensation building and I knew I was close. I grunted out, “I going to shoot, oh shit here it comes,” and I started bucking up to her strokes.
Nancy then started using both hands, squeezing me hard and stroking me like I was a butter churn handle. My balls tightened, and my cock became very hard. The spunk was rising up and began to erupt from my cock. The trajectory was nearly straight up, and the pressure was so intense that it hit Nancy squarely on her titties and face. She abruptly stopped stroking and I found myself grunting, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, finish me, finish me.” Nancy had wiped her face with her left hand, which acted as a lubricant, and she grabbed hold of my twitching cock and started stroking even faster and harder. With her other hand she wiped her titties and then reached down squeezing and massaging my balls using my cum as lubricant. She pointed my cock towards me and continued to pump me and, intermittently twisting my dickhead driving streams of cum onto my chest.
I finally had to reach down and stop her twisting asking her to just stroke it until my cock would soften.
Her and Him…
We were a sweaty and sex smelling mess. We kissed deeply and then realized we were getting close to curfew. Fortunately, we had a one-gallon cooler of ice water in the trunk. The glove box was full of paper napkins that we used to help remove Gene’s semen from our bodies. While we had not planned to be nearly naked, it was good that our clothes did not have the semen and my wetness on them. We giggled as we help each other get cleaned up and wiggled back into our clothes. We were no longer “heavy petting virgins.”
“Do we dare tell Jennifer and David?” asked Nancy.
“Oh, I don’t think we need to brag. Maybe we just let her think we are still virgins. It will drive her nuts,” laughed Gene. “I enjoyed this, but I would still like to not do the actual act until we are married,” Gene grinned.
“Agreed, but I’m up for this anytime we can, just don’t shoot that thing in my face again unless we are in a pool,” laughed Nancy.
We went home no longer that level of virgins and of course, we lost our full virginity on our wedding night. But, then there are the next levels of virginity to lose after the wedding night….
Listening to Jennifer and David made our transition from zero petting to heavy petting seem natural... but getting our swinger cherry popped took quite a bit longer to achieve. Indeed, there are the next levels of virginity to lose after the wedding night...
More to follow of these two and their pathway of swinging enjoyment.
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By Skhan
It's a long ride on your way to your first threesome. No matter if you are driving 2 hours or 2 minutes, it seems like you are forever getting there.
You don't know if the thoughts in your mind or the blood in your cock will explode first.
You have nothing to go on but a few grainy photos; usually one, maybe two if you are lucky. And the eyes... the eyes are always blotted out in those photos. No one wants to be recognized by friends or family. They never realize that friends or family would have to be swinging to see those grainy photos in the swinger magazines. Those "dirty" magazines hidden in the back of the combination book store/record shop.
Yes, you were nervous going to the checkout with those swinger mags, purchasing some mediocre cd or magazine to hide from the other patrons the depravity of the sex acts dominating your thoughts. The relief you feel when you are sitting in your car with your treasure. The thrill of looking through the candidates, sifting through the obese or obnoxious looking couples to find that perfect gem, the one couple that displays "couple or single male wanted." You don't focus on the husbands, just the wives to see if they are hot. Hell, they don't have to be hot, just the average to middling females who aren't looking for 10 inch cocks. They nearly all ask for 10 inch cocks for a 7 inch cock holster. You curse your parents for the mediocrity of your birth right.
You find a few candidates. You mail to the reference number on the photo c/o the magazine forwarding service, enclose your Polaroids....and wait. You buy an answering machine...and wait. You check your messages for two weeks...and wait. You wait and you masturbate to the thoughts of what you want to happen. The answer doesn't come by phone, but by mail. The couple writes and expresses interest. Apparently your cock pick wasn't all that mediocre, or it's your young flesh she desires more than the cervix pounding from the other bullish candidates.
They send photos. Colored ones. Kodachrome.
They give you a phone number. A city two hours away. They are a better than average couple. No heavy weights. He is bi, she is straight. Your are 24. They are 33 and 35. You haven't tried bisexuality before, but your heart is racing now, anticipating something new, something erotic...your first threesome.
You call the number. The wife answers and you give them the phony last name that you made up on the letter, and they give you the phony last name that they made up. It's part of the game. You banter nervously. They ask questions. You ask questions. "What do you enjoy?" "Do you like anal?" "Do you like cum in your mouth?" It doesn't matter. If they said that they were going to cut your throat afterward, you would still go. You are hooked. You set up a weekend meet at a motel at their location. King-size bed. Hard to explain to the motel clerk why you are asking for a king-size bed. They don't ask. They've seen it all.
The husband picks you up at the motel. Nice guy. Personable. Not his first rodeo. He drives you to their place, which is a surprise, but you are so nervous that you don't remember the address or how to get there. You go in. You meet the wife and son. She doesn't disappoint. She is a looker. The teenage son is off to a friend's place and you are just someone going to a party with his parents. He doesn't know that you will be soon fucking his mother. After the son leaves, they show you photos of their past swinging adventures. If you had doubts, then now you are sure that this isn't their first rodeo. Your cock or your mind. Both are about to explode.
They follow you back to the hotel room that you rented. Locked door, "Do not Disturb" sign.
She kisses her husband and it starts. The disrobing. You are nervous. What to do first. Follow their lead and try not to appear overbearing or demanding. She's on the bed, and he dives into a mouthful of vaginal bliss. You nervously start kissing her, massaging her breast, kissing her nipples. Then you get on your knees and present your mediocre cock for her to devour. She doesn't hesitate. She has your cock buried down her throat while the husband buries his tongue in her bush. The husband comes up for air, and moves to her breast, teasing. You move to the holy of holies. You lick, suck, and drink in the juices, probing with deep tongue thrusts, tasting the walls of her vaginal cavity while she is licking the husband's cock. Your member is not much different than his. You are relieved.
The position changes. She lays on her side. He enters her vagina from the rear, leaving her clitoris exposed. She discussed this with you on the phone. Licking her while her husband fucks. You go down and start to lick that clitoris, less than a inch from the pounding cock. You remember that he is bi. He wants this. You hesitantly reach up, and start to cradle his jewels, all the time her juices mingles with the fleshy taste of cock. You can't bring yourself to put his cock in your mouth, so you go on licking the clit and fondling the balls until he grunts and fills her with cum. He withdraws. You switch position. His cum lubricates her vagina. There is nothing sloppy about these seconds. You pound her while he licks and returns the favor of cradling your balls. He doesn't suck you off, not sure if you will be offended. It doesn't matter he says. They just love fucking.
You release your semen into her, and you all relax, sitting and talking while a double load of cum streams from her pussy. You regret what the hotel maids will have to clean up. She pees. Returns. The ritual starts again. This time the cunnilingus is mixed with unfamiliar flavors. His cum. Your cum. You don't give a fuck. The thrill of the three-way has over ridden any social mores that you were raised with.
More sex. More bi touching. This time you pull out and shoot your cum over her. With that baptism, the holy rites have been completed. There are photos and kisses given. Promises of future sex.
This was your first threesome.
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By C3po
This all started around forty years ago when my wife Beth and I had dated for a few years then married. It wasn't long after we married that I introduced her to her first big realistic porn star dildo. When she first saw it she laughed and said, "That'll never fit in my pussy, are you nuts?!" But she agreed to trying and found not only did it fit but she really enjoyed it. She was amazed by how much she enjoyed it. So much so that she requested I use it on her quite a lot. She also discovered she enjoyed big cock porn, she was fascinated by it. Soon was I combining using a huge dildo on her at the same time she watched big cock porn, this led her to experience huge orgasms. She couldn't get enough. She was finally exploring her sexuality and expanding her outlook on sexual pleasure.
One night after some really hot sex I questioned her if she ever fantasized about fucking other men, especially well-hung men. She responded that of course she did, stated that most women had this fantasy, and she believed it was quite common. So I pursued it further and asked her if she wanted to try another man's cock and how much did she really desire to do it? She said that it sounded exciting and fun but she would never do anything to endanger our marriage. I said, "What if I told you that I wanted to watch you have sex with another man, one that had a really big cock. Would you then consider it?" She laughed and said she'd be game if it was something I was serious about and really wanted her to do. She said, "Come on, let's be real. It's exciting and fun to imagine it, but to really do it? Please! That's a major game changer."
So I said, "I'm very serious. I've watched the way you enjoy the dildos especially while watching big cock videos. It turns me on big time seeing how excited you get and how many times you climax from doing these two things at the same time. I want to watch you do it for real. No BS, just watching you getting slammed by a big cock would be a huge turn-on for me. So what do you really think now that you know that I'm serious and am giving you this opportunity?"
I could see her giving it some serious thought, she didn't get mad or upset at me or the idea, no resistance whatsoever to my request. The more she considered the idea the more it appeared to me that she was very intrigued with the idea and it excited her.
She started asking all kinds of questions, like wouldn't I be jealous, or think the worst of her, or what if she really enjoyed it and wanted more or didn't feel comfortable screwing another man, then what? Were there any rules and what were the consequences? Was I absolutely sure that I really wanted her to do this, because once done there was no going back!
After she finished asking everything she had concerns about I answered all her questions and we talked about the rules/boundaries we would have in place to keep it fun and exciting without any reservations or guilt. This was to make sure she fully understood my concerns and alleviate all of hers as well. It seemed she came to a decision at which point she smiled and enthusiastically said yes, she'd do it! Did I have someone special in mind she wondered? She said she had to agree to my choices for her sexual escapades or it wasn't gonna happen.
I then informed her I was thinking of Bruce. Beth squealed with glee, she admitted she has had fantasies about Bruce for some time now and I couldn't have picked a better choice for her first time. She would absolutely love to fuck Bruce. She said she was getting wet thinking about sex with him.
A few days later I met up with Bruce for an after work drink. As we enjoyed several drinks we talked a lot. Soon I steered the conversation towards my wife Beth. I asked Bruce to be honest and tell me what he thought about Beth. He admitted he thought Beth was smokin' hot. She had a killer body and was just gorgeous, always was friendly, and liked flirting with him when they were together. I asked him if he' ever had the chance would he consider having sex with her? He looked a bit concerned by my question but answered yes, he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of such an opportunity. So I told him that Beth really wanted to have sex with him, and that I was okay with them hooking up. I explained that was my kink watching her get fucked by other men, it really turned me on. Bruce considered it for several minutes then said okay sure, he'd love to fuck Beth. Just give him the details when we're ready to make it happen.
When I got home I told Beth about my conversation with Bruce and what he said. She looked startled and said she couldn't believe I did that. So I asked her if what I did was so wrong and did she still want to go through with it? She excitedly said Oh hell yes she did, and no I wasn't wrong! So we made plans and set a date for Beth's first cock.
The night arrived finding Beth both excited and hot with anticipation. She was dressed to kill showing off her sexy body wearing no underwear. When Bruce knocked on the door I answered it and escorted him into our house. Beth entered the living room and gave Bruce a big hug pressing her chest and pelvis into him and then kissed him on the lips. Bruce kissed her back and he sat down pulling her on to his lap. Nether one of them wasted any time, tongues going everywhere, hands exploring and groping each other, clothes coming off. Soon they were both naked and Beth got a pleasant surprise, Bruce was very well hung. She giggled with delight.
Beth took Bruce's hand and led him to our bed. She pushed him down on the bed and went to work on Bruce's big cock giving him an enthusiastic blow job. After a while Bruce flipped Beth on her back and went to work on her pussy and clit. Beth orgasmed in minutes, fully enjoying Bruce's skilled tongue. I stood in the background watching the show.
Soon Bruce moved into position between Beth's legs. As he rubbed his cock against Beth's open pussy and clit she responded with loud moans and started pressing her pussy against Bruce's cock. As he slid his huge cock into Beth's pussy she had a big climax. As he went deeper he increased his speed and Beth climaxed again. She was enthralled with his big cock pumping her pussy, she was moving her hips and swearing, telling him his cock felt so good. She looked over at me and said she loved how good his big cock felt inside her. She told Bruce to stretch her pussy good, to fuck her hard. She was in sexual ecstasy, a place she'd never been before. Her facial expressions showed pure bliss and the sounds she was making were hot as hell. I never seen her so turned on, she must of had a dozen orgasms, many of which were huge.
They fucked each other hard for a good twenty minutes then Bruce erupted into Beth's pussy, filling her with his cum. This gave Beth another climax. Afterwards he laid on Beth for a minute then rolled off her. He'd destroyed her pussy, it gaped open with his cum dripping out of her. They kissed and he got up to dress while Beth laid there spent. She looked at me and smiled big time. She said, "Your turn!", so I took sloppy seconds and enjoyed it beyond belief. Bruce watched us have sex then commented that watching real sex was so much hotter than any porno ever could be. He understood my enjoyment of watching my wife fuck other men. He said he'd like to do it again and Beth was all for it. So they made plans to hook up again. Then Bruce left.
Beth and I talked about how well things went, and how she wasn't prepared for how much she enjoyed his big cock. It was mind boggling! She thanked me profusely for asking her to do this, the opportunity to experience such awesome sex. She says she'll never be the same again and is looking forward to more big cock sex. So our new lifestyle began.
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By Falcon88
My wife and I have been together for almost 25 years. Through out the years sex has been fantastic. No complaints on either side. We are very faithful and never cheated on each other.
Then one day two years ago we were having a few drinks and watching porn. We watch all kinds of porn. That night we were watching some really good gangbangs. Curiously, I turn to my wife and asked her if she ever thought about swinging and group sex. If it ever crossed her mind. Surprisingly, she looked at me and said she’s been thinking about it for while. So we ended up talking about swinging and group sex for hours. We got online and read stories on experiences about swinging and group sex. The pros and cons. It turned me on taking about it but at the same time I got a crazy feeling in my stomach. Nerves I guess.
So to make a very long story short we ended up having an open marriage and took up swinging. We both decided to have (safe) sex with other people until we felt comfortable on having our first group sex. All this took very long planning and preparing, especially mentally.
Finally last November we planned out her first group sex. We carefully selected three familiar friends to join in the fun. Of course they decided to do it and agreed on our rules.
So, it finally happened that November night. I really enjoyed watching my wife get screwed by more than one man. She had the time of her life. She had multiple orgasms one after another. The crazy feeling never left my stomach but I really enjoyed watching though. After the guys left we kicked back and talked about our experience. Then we go back about agreeing on what we’re doing and never to do it without the other knowing. We keep an oath of trust. Every time we have a date with someone we let each other know. It’s always planned out days in advance so it will never interfere with our personal lives. We have a great understanding.
Since last November she’s been involved in several group sex averaging 3-4 guys each time. Of course I joined in most of the time. Lots of lube is needed. But now she wants to go a little further. She wants to do a gangbang of 6-8 guys. Seriously.
Lately she’s been playing with large toys to get her vagina ready. She wants to try double-vaginal penetration. I’ve been preparing her by inserting a dildo in her while I’m inside. Very carefully with lots of lube. We practice every time we have sex. She even carefully inserts a large thick toy in her vagina while watching a movie and keeps it in there. Yes, our sexual curiosities has increased tremendously. My wife wants to explore even more and I’m all in.
Well the day we both have been looking forward too occurred this past weekend. We managed to round up 7 guys for an all night gangbang. It involved a lot of planning and phone calls. We’ve noticed that guys will be all in at first then drop out later. But eventually we got things going. That night when everyone arrived she was kinda nervous but excited to have that many cocks at once. Most of all, she finally had double penetration in her vagina from two guys for the first time. The strange thing I seemed more nervous than her. Lol But she absolutely enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed watching her. She came hard many times. She doesn’t like anal so that wasn’t attempted.
So after joining in all the fun and after almost two hours of great sex we had the grand finale. My sexy wife knelt down and we all gave her an awesome bukkake. Her face was drenched with cum. It was one heck of a hot night. After everyone left we took a long shower and stayed up almost all night talking about it. We were both so turned on that we were already making plans for the next one. But we are gonna take a break for about three weeks. It’s just going to be me and her for now.
Yesterday she mentioned about having a messy cum sex in the near future after watching a great creampie movie. I was like, a messy cum sex? She asked me what I would think about her having a messy gooey bukkake and creampie night. Having about 4 guys cum all over her face while 4 guys cum inside her. Then rubbing the cum all over her breasts. Man, just listening to her drove me crazy. My wife was willing to be explosive. But that would take lots of planning because we are very cautious. My wife cannot get pregnant anymore so that’s really something we don’t have to worry about. It’s about the unprotected sex. We do know many cool friends well enough that we can trust but still we must remain careful. Yet, I’m sure it’s gonna happen very soon.
I’ve been asked if we have taken it too far. If there’s actually any sign of regrets. Some close friends wonder about my wife wanting too much now. Our answer is no because we enjoy it and have a deep understanding and trust. We are responsible adults and are having fun. We first talk about what we’re going to do and have to both agree 100%. Any sign of doubt from either side we will not do it. We are friends with our sex partners but no feelings are involved or ever shared. We have proven that to ourselves already.
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By AdamGunn2
It was a fairly typical night at D.J.s Island, an early autumn evening. Mary and I hadn’t set anything up in advance, we’d decided to go almost at the last moment. From the second we entered the door our radar was beaming across the club, searching for a couple that might be searching for what we were also interested in - an enjoyable tryst.
Mary took a few minutes to change into what she called a ‘trolling outfit.’ As I remember, that night it was a black babydoll with a loose bodice, thong, low heels. Many men admired her legs as I checked the forty or so women, many as scantily clad as my wife. None of our regular playmates seemed to be in attendance that evening, but we had our customs, we weren’t concerned. Perhaps an hour and a half later, I sat at a table next to the dance floor, Mary was on her feet, on the parquet, moving her body, seeing if anyone would move in. A slow sequence of men approached her, danced with her. Some would take liberties such as moving their hands under her garment, feeling the small of her back, perhaps place their palm on the roundness of her ass.
I’d seen this many times before, I waited for one of two reactions.
The first was that she’d spin away from the man; it signified she wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.
The second was that she’d get closer, I’d watch her whisper in his ear. I knew the question, “Where’s your wife?” Some of them would shake their heads, they were attending as one of the few single men the club allowed, and when they received Mary’s response, they’d move away - that’s not what we were looking for at the moment.
But the man might indicate where his wife was dancing a few feet away. When this kind of thing happened, Mary would glance to me and give our special signal - she’d put one hand on the back of her head, one on her stomach. When I got the cue, I’d come out, we’d dance as a foursome.
As I approached, a man grasped the elbow of a tall attractive lady who was more modestly dressed, at least for the club. There was no conversation on the dance floor, the heavy volume of music and the thumping of the bass wouldn’t allow for speech. But I could tell the woman was interested in me, the four of us paired off and I often found myself facing this vixen. It was obvious they were as interested in us as I was in them, I could tell by the way Mary was rubbing against the man that she felt the same.
After a couple of songs, Mary led the way off the floor, holding his hand, leading us off into a corner away from the speakers. As we sat, the man said, “I’m Ed, this is my wife, Marilyn.”
Marilyn and I softly shook hands, I believe she raised the hem of her skirt to give me a view of her upper thighs. Ed had no problem seeing Mary’s legs, or where they met - she was sitting so that the babydoll was gathered to her side, leaning forward so her globes were exposed to his view.
“Do you come here often?” Ed asked.
“Every few weeks,” I responded, “you?”
“This is our first time here.” Mary gave him a look that asked for further info. “We’re just starting this,” he admitted.
Marilyn picked it up. “We’ve only had one time with a couple of friends. We liked it, heard about this place, decided to see if we could get into more trouble.”
“Trouble’s our middle name,” I joked.
Our conversation continued, where do you live, what movies have you seen lately, etc. It was a screen, of course, we were all calculating if the four of us would be pleasurable bedmates. I paid my attention to Marilyn, my wife had told me numerous times not to worry about her, she can take care of herself. My hand found Marilyn’s knee, she smiled at me, encouraged me to reach a tad higher. We bent towards each other, our mouths met.
Marilyn opened her lips to me, the kiss was ardent, her mouth moist. She licked at my upper lip, her hand fondled the back of my neck. Our tongues clashed, promising cupidity, mimicking what I presumed our bodies might be doing in a few scant moments.
We broke for a moment, Marilyn invited, “Would you guys want to go to one of the rooms?”
I, of course, was all for it, but then I heard Mary. “Uh, not right now. But thanks.”
We’ve always had the guideline that if one person doesn’t want to do something, she speaks for both of us. Regretfully, I pecked at Marilyn’s lips a last time, we stood, went separate ways.
“You’re not upset, are you?” Mary asked me.
“Of course not, not at all. You’re not in the mood?”
“Oh, I’m in the mood all right, just not with Ed.”
“Something wrong with him?” I asked.
“I tried to get him interested,” Mary revealed, “but his kiss was a little cold, indifferent. I put my hand on his leg, he was too busy watching you and Marilyn, he never responded. My guess is that if we went into a room, he’d be watching you two, I’m not even sure he’d get hard for me.” It was a reasonable thought, it had happened to us a couple times before. “Hope you don’t mind, bet she’d have been a firecracker.”
“Maybe. But you’re a firecracker too.”
We headed back to the dance floor, in search of another couple.
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