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After speaking to each other long distance over the internet, Fred in Iraq and Lorrie in the States, both were eager to get some time getting to know each other more intimately. So, finally, on a spring day in May, they finally got their chance. The plan was for Lorrie to meet him at the airport on a Friday night to pick him up after a long flight. Hopefully, she thought, he was able to rest on the plane because she had big plans for him. They had been having steamy interactions long distance, and she wanted to have a live session this time. She couldn't contain her excitement. She had been planning what to wear, what to say…. would she be nervous…. would it be awkward? She didn't know but figured it would definitely work out. She was so horny for him. One way or another, she was going to get him. She decided on wearing a white blouse with a visible pink lacy bra and cleavage visible via the low-cut buttoned blouse, a floral blue short skirt with a loose flair to it, and no panties, definitely no panties. To top that off, she decided heels were in order. So Sweet and Sexy! She was off. On the ride to the airport, she kept replaying all the fantasies they talked about and kept getting more and more excited at every minute that passed…going to be a long wet ride. Finally, she arrived, parked the car, and entered the airport to greet him as he got off the plane. Still, in her head, wondering what would happen next. Nervously, she still had about 20 minutes to wait for his plane to arrive, and she figured she might as well go to the bar in the airport for a drink, just to ease the butterflies in her stomach. She headed back to the gate. "Here he comes," excitedly, she thought, with a grin on her face. Not surprisingly, he arrived with a matching grin. They both know what is ahead. After a hug, happy to feel him finally, there was some small talk; yes, both were a little nervous. How was the flight? Did you wait long? Both, all the while thinking, I can't wait to get down to fucking. Not being said aloud, but both could feel it anyhow. The sexual tension was palpable. They gathered up his bags and headed to the car. As Lorrie was walking, Fred took his opportunity to fully enjoy the view of Lorrie in its entirety. Although he saw parts while on the internet, she looked incredible in person. This was definitely a safe time to check her out from behind without her catching him. He knew now he wasn't crazy for all the things he had said and thought about up to now. He really did want her. As they reach the car, both of them think about what they had said about the car parked in the garage, fucking. Oh yeah, with just the thought, Lorrie felt hot already, hoping Fred would make some kind of advance. If he does, she thought to herself, I am totally going to do it. I just can't wait. She looked around, but no one was around. She could hear cars on other levels but figured, I don't care, I don't know any of these people, and will never see them again, fuck it. She opened the trunk, and Fred started loading his bags into the car. Lorrie watched him, hoping for him to do anything. Did he change his mind? Maybe he is nervous too? Lorrie decided to break the tension and had to make a joke or something. "So, I thought you were going to fuck me here? I didn't even wear panties. You're not gonna waste that, are you?" she laughed sarcastically. Fred just shot her a look that clearly meant… you're gonna get it now. Lorrie headed for the car door, figuring he was going to let her comment slide, not knowing Fred was very close behind her. Just as she opened the door, Fred pushed it back closed. Lorrie knew it, and she had a huge smile now. He turned her around, kissed her, and ran his hands up and down the outside of her thighs, up to her hips, pressing his body against hers. Her back was up against the car now, and she raised her leg up around his body, allowing him to get closer to her. She felt that he was hard now. She was really hot now, wanting him so badly. With her hands, she pulled him even closer now; he gladly pushed his cock on her pussy, knowing she had nothing on under her skirt. He was very excited too. Should we fuck right here, he wondered? They both really wanted to. It was very obvious to everyone who had driven by and the couple who had returned to their car parked beside them. They weren't distracted in the least, and they only had one thing on their mind. Fred realized we couldn't do this here; we could be here for hours. He whispered, "Can't here… let's go find somewhere else…..quickly." Lorrie was now frustrated. She didn't think she was going to be able to wait a minute longer, as she had been waiting since December for this. One more minute, and she was going to explode; at this point, she almost felt like if he waited a minute more, she would have let all her juices go. "Ok," she said, not saying how she really felt. They both got into the car, and Fred was driving. They finally left the airport and headed in the direction of home. Both were silent, but each kept glancing at each other. Lorrie down on Fred, mouth-watering, Fred on Lorrie's ample cleavage, and wishing her skirt was about an inch or two higher, so he could really view her. Lorrie just couldn't wait any longer. She leaned over to Fred, reached down and rubbed his package, and whispered in his ear," Is this ok?" Fred, without hesitation, agreed. She aggressively stroked him, and he was at full attention. Lorrie was definitely excited, ass he could feel herself getting wetter by the second. She was peering down, trying to imagine how he looked and tasted. She decided only one way to find out. Unbuttoning and unzipping him, she thought, thank god he had boxers on, not much resistance to access. He helped by wiggling his pants down a little so she would have full access, eager to feel her mouth on him. She leaned over, now almost lying across the center console, with one hand caressing him from his balls, up and down his cock as she pulled him into her mouth. Slowly teasing his head with her tongue at first, tasting his pre cum, yup, he's excited him, she thought. She continued to squeeze him with her fingers wrapped around his engorged cock as though she was going to milk the cum out of him. She then eased him further into her mouth, eagerly filling her mouth with all of his manhood that she could. Still, massaging him, sucking, licking. Fred desperately looked around for a spot to stop the car. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted inside her, wanted to feel her hot, wet pussy on him. Her mouth felt so good, but he wanted more. Good, rest stop. He pulled in, and only two other cars there, "who gives a flying fuck? I don't," he thought. Lorrie was still excitedly sucking his cock without hesitation, writhing in her seat. Oh, she's ready. Lorrie raised up back onto her knees, Fred still in her mouth, hands still on him. He reached underneath her down to her throbbing pussy. She moaned as he began circling her clit and massaging it with his fingers. He could feel how wet she was as he probed a little further, pressing his fingers inside her. She moaned in enjoyment. Neither could wait, and both of them knew it. He put his left hand on the back of her head, assuring she would have to keep sucking him until he was finished making her climax. She asked for this; she tortured me for months. She begged for him to fuck her; how she couldn't wait any longer. He kept rubbing and probing her harder with each stroke. She was really wet now, and he knew it. She kept moaning louder and louder. He loved feeling that too. He was going to make sure he muffled her moans and, finally, her screams, with his cock. He smirked as she was fucking his hand now, moaning and then screaming. Shaking, her juices were now running down his hand onto his wrist and were now running down her thighs too. It was all too tempting for him not to want a little taste. After controlling the urge to unload into Lorrie's mouth, he ordered her to turn around, lay back, and present her pussy to him. Now she was helping him stroke her. Her back was pushed up against the door. Although this car was small, Fred was determined to try her. He leaned over and licked her now engorged pussy. She was so wet and willing, squirming under his tongue. He decided he was going to make her pay again for the torture he had endured. He licked around her clit. Driving her even more wild, he pierced her with his tongue, and now she lowered her hand to massage her own clit. She knew she was going to cum again. Waves of pleasure engulfed her now, her hips meeting his tongue movements. She came again as she was still begging to be fucked now while Fred sat back in his seat with a satisfied smirk on his face. Oh no, he's not, she thought; hehe's mine now. She got up, moved toward Fred, reached over him, and pulled the lever, which made his seat go into a fully reclined position. He just smiled; he knew what was coming next. She straddled him and unbuttoned her blouse. He took advantage of the access to her breast and pulled her bra down past her nipples, leaned forward, and began sucking. She was grinding up against him. She was teasing him before she positioned him beneath her and slowly guided his cock into her. She pushed him back with force and mounted him forcefully. She raised and lowered herself on him slowly at first. She knew he wanted it harder, but after what he did, she wanted to tease him. She couldn't take it anymore, and she wanted his cum deep inside her. Enjoying his cock harder and harder, he raised his hips to meet her, each time getting deeper. That was their goal, him as deep inside of her as he could. After riding him for a bit, she reached behind her to grab his balls, trying to massage the cum out of him. Looking at him, telling him how much she wanted his cum. Now slamming his cock deep inside her, she unleashed a huge orgasm; he could feel her tense up and squeeze his cock inside her, still pumping, milking him as he exploded. She now smirked as she was proud of what she had just accomplished. Leaned over and said in a low sexy voice, "Oh, you wait. That was just the warm-up round." The drive home had been extremely thrilling. Fred and Lorrie exchanged glances, smiling, laughing, and giggling the whole time. They spoke about how long it had been, talking about the sizzling plans they had made online, chatting almost every day for nearly five months. Both of them were still thinking about what happened as they had left the airport. Finally, after his arrival, at a rest stop shortly after leaving the airport, they were unable to restrain their eagerness to fulfill their desires. Now what? They decided to head to Lorrie's house before going out to find some of Fred's old friends. The night was still early, and Fred could use a bed to lie on. At Lorrie's house, which was small but charming, they entered. Again, both were nervous. Was this really happening? It was like a fantasy still, like one they had dreamed up while talking long distance, like one each of them had imagined in their head. Still, although nervous, each of them still wanted each other intensely, especially after satisfying their hunger for each other earlier. "You must be tired," Lorrie said. "No, not that tired, just wanna lay down for a little bit before we go out. Is that ok?" Fred responded. "Of course," Lorrie agreed, "You want the couch or my bed?" "Bed. Just don't let me fall asleep," Fred said, "or I'll never get back up." Lorrie grinned, "that shouldn't be a problem." She led Fred upstairs to her bedroom. Fred removed his shoes, laid back, and pretended to get comfy. Lorrie was onto his game; he had no intentions of resting. She knew this but played along. "Do you mind if I lie next to you?" Fred asked. "No, not at all," Lorrie replied. Lorrie followed suit, slipped off her shoes, and lay down next to Fred. Fred on his side facing Lorrie, Lorrie on her back, with a pillow propping up her head. She turned on the television just so he would think she wasn't onto his game. He lay there, laughing to himself; she really thinks we're just gonna lie here like this? Again with the tempting me. She's gonna get it. Fred looked at Lorrie, her long legs leading up to that short blue skirt, up to the pink lace peeking out of the white button-down shirt, which was unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage. Although all that was nice, he continued up to her eyes, which were peering forward toward the television. Really, is she really watching television right now? She's not gonna be in a minute. He leaned toward her, lessening the distance on the bed between them. Slowly he raised his hand to touch her thigh. First, on top, slowly caressing it. He looked toward her face again, no response. Lorrie was holding in a smile with all her might, her heart racing. He sensed she was playing now; game on. He continued caressing up and down her thigh, and slowly, he glided his hand to the inside of her thigh. Using long slow strokes now, he rubbed a bit harder toward her, higher and higher. Lorrie is now grinning, trying not to, of course, but unable to deny it. That was all he needed to progress completely. He had not forgotten that she was not wearing any panties under her loose skirt. All too tempting. He rose his body up to his knees, pulled her to the center of the bed, and put his knees between her legs, her head still propped on pillows. Still, only giggling on Lorrie's part, she wasn't helping. He grabbed Lorrie's legs and pulled her down with force, so she was now lying flat on the bed, skirt pulled up by his actions, with her legs parted. Fred was gonna have to punish her for this little display, the stoic looks, the not helping him in any way. Oh, she's gonna pay. He leaned forward, planted a kiss on the inside of Lorrie's upper thigh, and looked up at her. Lorrie wasn't giving in just yet. He thought to himself, oh really, now I am gonna torture her. He continued kissing, licking, sucking on the inside of Lorrie's thighs higher, but not high enough. Lorrie was squirming. Her mind thought he's killing me, son of bitch. Lorrie surrendered, reached down, and pushed Fred further up, presenting her pussy to him. He parted her with his tongue just so she knew he meant business, but he wasn't giving in just yet. Still, Lorrie holding his head, he resisted. Instead, he penetrated her with one finger very slowly, then two slowly. Lorrie was writhing now, frustration and anticipation rising. He sensed this and began to quicken his pace inside her. Penetrating quicker and deeper each time. Finally, allowing his tongue to explore her fully. Lorrie moaned, her breath deepening. Again, with his fingers still keeping pace, his tongue explores, slowly, then eagerly, circling her clit until she finally begs, "Come on." He giggles, then concentrates his tongue on her clit. That's what she wanted. Still fucking her intensely with his fingers, sucking and licking, Lorrie begins to moan louder and louder, writhing and squirming to meet his fingers. Cum, baby cum. Fred eagerly anticipated her juices to flow. Her moans now turn into shallow screams of pleasure. Oh, yeah, she's cumming now. Hmmmm. He leans back, laughing an evil laugh. I've got her now. Or so he thought. Lorrie's turn, she thought, Fred's fingers still inside her. She interrupts him, leans forward, and pulls him up to meet her. Forcefully she pulls his shirt over his head. Fred is now back on his knees; she concentrates on unbuttoning her own shirt, down past her little pink bra, completely. He watches. She unhooks the bra, which has a front clasp, and pulls it completely aside, revealing her breast for him. He leans in. She restrains him, pushes him back onto his knees, and leans forward. Nearly at eye level with the bulge now presenting itself in his pants, she unbuttons, then unzips his pants. Slowly, she pulls them down, along with his boxers. Now she means business. Now fully exposed, she leans in; he can feel her hot breath on him. She gently runs her fingers up and down his cock, lips almost touching. Fred watched this, almost trembling. She licks his shaft in one long stroke. Now, Fred can't take anymore, "Come on." Boy, isn't that familiar, she grins. Now she licks the head of his cock, swirling her tongue until she slowly greedily devours him. She sucks him lightly, then harder as she strokes him both with hands and mouth. He tastes good. Hmmm. Fred just can't take anymore; he's on the verge of cumming, when he pulls out of Lorrie's mouth and pushes her back onto the bed. He needs to cool down a bit. Now, back to those tits. Fred now zealously licks, then sucks, then gently nibbles on Lorrie's erect nipples while fucking her with his fingers again, jabbing inside her deeply. Again, she meets him with her hips to get him deeper. Oh, I can't wait til he fucks me again. He again leans back. Lorrie can see how hard he is. Now she can't wait till he enters her and fucks her like she's wanted him to. He slowly rubs her clit and pussy with the head of his cock. She's burning for him now. He slowly pushes into her. Her pussy is wet, hot, and tight; he enjoys this bit of resistance. He enters further, deeper; she is moaning, stretching her legs to allow him deeper penetration. He gladly allows her pussy to engulf him. He begins to fuck her, pumping, her hot juices glazing his cock with every thrust. Pulling out and stabbing her pussy. Feeling the head of his cock repeatedly entering her is making Lorrie increasingly excited. She loves her pussy pounded. Almost as if he sensed this, he began driving into her, drilling her, making her scream with pleasure till he could feel her pussy squeeze his cock. He continues till he almost erupts inside her. How dare she? Oh, not yet. You are not finished yet; neither am I. He pulls out. "Turn around." Lorrie obeys, smiling. With her ass presenting in front of him, he couldn't resist one good spank. "You deserved that." She laughs. He puts his arm around Lorrie's stomach. She's not going anywhere. She is ready for this; she has thought about this position many times. It is her favorite, after all. Still, with his arm holding her in place, he takes his other hand to guide his cock into her. Once in, he thrusts hard while pulling her onto him. Very deep. Lorrie moans loudly. He continues fucking her intensely. Lorrie meeting his every blow. Fucking harder and harder. Pounding her pussy. He hesitates for a moment, and he realizes Lorrie is still feverishly fucking his cock. He eagerly meets her blows. She is moaning, taking his cock as deep as she can take it. Feeling his swelling cock drilling her repeatedly, she feels her pussy tightening on him, milking. Feeling his stiff cock inside her makes her dripping wet. She's cumming. He knows it. As she screams, he releases his load into her eager pussy, both their juices now dripping from her freshly fucked pussy; they lay exhausted. After a much-needed nap, Lorrie arose to realize it was getting pretty late in the evening, and if they were going to get out and catch up with some friends, they'd better get going. Fred, asleep in the spooning Lorrie, was easy to wake by wiggling her hips and grinding her ass up against Fred. That woke him up. Although he would've liked to stay in bed with Lorrie, she insisted that they go out. After all, Fred hadn't seen his friends in months, since last summer, in fact. It would be hardly fair if she kept him all to herself. Besides, she would have more time with him. He is going to be in town for two weeks, and other than an occasional email, he hardly ever hears from them, not like the endless chatting they do daily online. Each showered and dressed, very casual, like all the bars in this town are, but of course, Lorrie had to sex it up a bit for Fred. She wore a baby blue blouse that clung to her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, a tight, short, jean skirt that revealed her long smooth legs down to her high heel summer sandals to show her pink painted toenails. Definitely on the hot side of casual. Fred wore his khaki shorts and a tee, not original, but still sexy to Lorrie. She was just happy to be with him after all this time. She is so mean. Fred thought to himself, ..she knows that I am going to be distracted all night by her, thinking about getting inside her again. Lorrie knew what she was doing; that was her plan all along, torture. They drove to a local club where both had been many times. A lot of familiar faces in this place. Fred and Lorrie just looked at each other, having discussed what they were going to run into in this town. Not knowing what would happen exactly, they both decided they weren't going to say anything to anyone about this relationship. Really no one else's business, so nothing was good enough for them. Besides, the majority would twist anything to make it sound juicier anyhow. It does add to the mystery and excitement and always gives a giggle when you finally hear what the tale has ended up being told about you. If people only knew. Being the beginning of May, with the air starting to warm up, Lorrie decided to have a summer cocktail, Strawberry Daiquiri. Fred, well, you guys all know, beer. They sat at the bar and started downing their drinks. Of course, Fred hadn't been in town for quite a while, so any and all of his buddies whom he hadn't seen in a while were vying for his attention. So, Lorrie expecting this, allowed him to meander and visit with everyone. She also meandered and socialized herself; after all, being from this small town, some of his friends weren't all that unfamiliar to her. After a while, a few drinks, and a few more shots, they had lost all hopes of being inconspicuous. Lorrie was looking mighty hot and, of course, after alcohol, getting harder and harder to resist. Lorrie, too, was having a hard time keeping her attention away from Fred. They had waited so long for this, for each other. They had not even come close to satisfying their craving for each other. They slowly made their way back together, still talking with friends, but being so close to each other, they had to touch, at least. So, just a little bump here, a little rub up against there, a hand low on Lorrie's back, slipping lower….Well, you know what effect alcohol has. Why would you think anyone would notice? Play dumb. "Yeah, I think I left my purse in the car. I'll be back," Lorrie proclaims, hoping Fred gets the hint. "I need to get some air. It's gotten hot in here," as he follows closely behind Lorrie out the door. His friends just roll their eyes and make little gestures to each other. They're not buying it. Like they didn't notice Fred rubbing Lorrie's ass. Once outside, Lorrie turns around, "Real smooth. I'm sure that they didn't notice a thing." "I don't care. Let's go," Fred said. He was right; why bother staying? The touching and rubbing were just going to escalate into something that was better off done behind closed doors or at least away from prying eyes. "I still want more of my daiquiris. Strawberries are my favorite," Lorrie said. So, of course, they stopped at the store on the way, picked up daiquiri mix, rum, ice, and of course…beer. Heading for home now, with Fred's hands gliding further and further up Lorrie's skirt. "We are almost there. Stop! I am trying to drive. Do you want me to crash when we are right down the street?" Both were laughing. They pull into the driveway. Lorrie, of course, her torturing temptress self, "I've got to make a drink!" Fred rolls his eyes. Come on! Lorrie heads into the kitchen, pulls out the blender, and starts mixing. Fred puts his beer in the fridge. Cracks one open. "You have that hammock you told me about up yet?" he asked. Lorrie smiles, "Yes, of course, I have it up out there; it's nice out now." Like she doesn't know where this is going. "I want to see it," Fred said. "What, you don't believe me?" she asked, giggling. "Alright…. grab your drink, let's go." It's a clear night, with some moonlight, but still very dark in Lorrie's backyard. The only light is from the cars passing by the house, and they don't reach the part of the backyard where the hammock is. Very quiet, very private, very dark…how convenient. They make their way back, Lorrie holding onto Fred, walking in her heels on the lawn; she needs a little help. "Why do you want to see this hammock now?" Laughing. At this point, Fred does not even respond. "Take them off!" he ordered. "Everything?" she asked. "Yes, everything!" he exclaimed. Lorrie hands her drink to Fred, and obeys his orders, first the top, then the skirt, then the bra. "I am keeping my shoes on; we are outside, you know." "Sit." Lorrie again follows his command and props herself onto the hammock, still facing Fred. "Can I have my drink back now?" "No," he approaches Lorrie and stands between her legs. Fred pushes her onto her back. She just laughs; she knows what is going to happen. They talked about this hammock. She only thinks she knows. There she lay, naked and giggling, anticipating what he would do next. "You still want your drink?" Fred asks sarcastically. "Yes, I do!" "Alright." As Lorrie reaches for her glass, he pulls the drink away, "Put your hand down." "What?" "Put it down!" Fred ordered. She obeys, puzzled. What the hell is he doing? "Close your eyes," Fred said. "Why?" she asked. "Just DO it," said Fred. "Ok! They are closed!" He leans over her. Now she is just excited and a little nervous. Fred, still holding the drink, begins licking Lorrie, starting at her neck, trailing down to her breasts, and slowly teasing her nipples with his tongue. With the cool night air and his tongue on her, she gets goosebumps and shivers. Fred feels that. "Cold?" "No. I am not cold." "Are your eyes still closed?" "Yes." and they were; the anticipation of not knowing what he was going to do next was thrilling her. He continued teasing her nipples with his mouth, licking and nibbling, stopping briefly to drizzle a little bit of that daiquiri onto her nipples, one at a time, and eagerly licking it off. He continues from her nipples down to her belly button, where he licks another shot. "Keep going." Fred smiles; he knows where she wants him to go. "Hold this," he hands the drink to Lorrie, who, of course, has to take a sip. He just shakes his head. She leans down, grabs Lorrie's ankles, and positions her feet on the hammock, her legs completely spread. Now her pussy is totally exposed and presented in front of Fred. Unlike Lorrie, he doesn't care about getting dirty. He kneels before her. "Give me that drink back." Lorrie obliges. Why wouldn't she? She knows what is coming next and can't wait. "Don't use all of that," referring to her drink. "Didn't I tell you, no talking?" "No." "Well, NO talking." Lorrie laughs because she knows what buttons to push. She isn't really pissing him off. She is just frustrating him a bit, making him a little more aggressive. How can I reward her for this behavior? He thinks as he kneels before her, legs spread. She knows I can't stop now. The temptation is just too great. He takes the ice-cold drink and rubs it on her. She feels the cold moisture dripping down her and wiggles. He drizzles a little on her, which drips down her, mixing with her own liquor, which has begun to well up in anticipation. Fred leisurely begins to lap up the cocktail which he has created. His warm mouth and fervent tongue are breathtaking for Lorrie, she moans. "You want your drink back?" Lorrie can hardly speak, "No." He laughs and continues licking, sucking, and exploring her with his tongue. This daiquiri is good. Lorrie is thoroughly appreciating this; his hot mouth on her wet pussy is bringing her waves of ecstasy. Writhing and moaning, he slides his fingers into her. She has to have him now. Fingers still inside her, she sits up and puts her feet down. Forcing his fingers deeper. Still squirming, writhing on his hand. "Give me that drink. Stand up." She says with a moan. He rises. "Take them off." She says while unbuttoning then unzipping his shorts, tugging them down, along with his boxers. Exposing his swelling cock before her. She downs the rest of the drink and looks up at him. He meets her mouth, enjoying the sweet juices, kissing deeply while she kneads his balls and rod. She pulls away and looks down at his fully engorged shaft. Her mouth-watering, she draws him to her lips. Lightly she feathers him with her lips and tongue, up and down the entire length of him. He pulls her off of the hammock so she is standing bent over in front of him. His hands pull her hair back, and she begins devouring his cock. Swirling her tongue and jerking him with her hands and mouth. Eagerly she sucks, savoring his flavor. "Mmmmmm," she moans. She is zealously consuming him. He pulls her up and turns her around. She bends over, face down on the hammock. She feels him probing her tight pussy. Driving into her, stretching her narrow tunnel, which impatiently awaits his entry. She grinds back on him, forcing him into her. He grabs the hammock, grasping the ropes in his fingers, and begins plunging his cock into her, which sends Lorrie rocking onto his rod. She screams in pleasure, "Ooooh! Yeah! mmmm…” She is throbbing with delight, squeezing onto him. She can feel every inch of him pulsing inside of her; she is cumming, juices dripping. He pulls out and turns her around. She jumps up onto the hammock facing him. She pulls her feet up, legs bent apart, sitting up. He thrusts into her; she wraps her legs around him. He begins filling her pussy deeper and deeper, swinging her onto his cock, faster and faster. "ooh yeah, fuck me harder, Fred!" Watching him drive into her. She is gripping his cock hard now, pumping him with the tight walls of her engorged pussy. He can feel her cumming as he crams deep inside her. He can't contain his load any longer and bursts his shot into her. "I know we've been drinking, but I am definitely cocked now." she giggles.

I have read these stories and wondered how many were true or a made up fantasy. Some are just down right crazy but I am beginning to believe more of these things can happen after last nights encounter. Well, as our story goes my wife and I like to have fun with sex. All of our fun so far has just been fantasy by watching porn, going to a strip club and doing a little of our own video. We have always talked about watching or being watched having sex as something we would like to try. Where we live it's NOT going to happen so we must travel if we are going to ever get that experience. My wife likes to look at beautiful women but never did know if she would like to touch or doing anything like that. She is like an iron, if you can pardon the saying. It takes a little for her to get going but when she does, she goes on forever. We went on our vacation to a city in California that we knew would have some cool things to do. We had been hoping to find couples and some parties but we found out we had missed them and nothing was really happening when we were there. The only thing to get some jollies was to go to a strip club and pay a little for some fun but going to the swinger clubs cost money also, so what the heck. The first night we went we were the only two in the house for most of the night. I did not put any money down but let my wife do it. The girls would then come up to my wife and make her touch there titties which she enjoyed thoroughly. They then started coming down naked and sitting on her lap and grinding pussies together which is what my wife has always wanted to try. This went on for most of the night until this last girl that was so beautiful came and started doing all those things but started kissing on her neck and feeling her up. She put her head down by my wife pussy and rubbed around a little. Just by that we got so turned on we had to leave and go back to the room and fuck. It was some great sex that's for sure. The next night we went back to look for the same last girl but for some reason she was not working and the night was fun but not much more to talk about. These two nights though had gotten my wife's attention and she was wanting to get one of them into the back room. So, the 3rd night in a row we go the the same club and all the girls know us and the guys at the front just let us in for free. My wife had decided to get a little more flirtatious also as she wore a little sheer see through top that showed off her beautiful nipples. The girls loved this when they came up to her and would play with her nipples getting her hotter and hotter. They know the weak ones and my wife was getting weak. Finally, as the night went on and they were treating her to pussy rubs and nipple touches my wife said we are going to get a private dance when the next chance came up. Well, as if someone heard us a 3 for 1 opportunity arose and they just happened to parade the girls up on the stage to view. This night there were a lot of guys in the house and most probably enjoyed the show my wife was putting on with the girls as much as anything. So, with even all the guys there our favorite girl and the most beautiful came up to us over the guys and asked if we would take her. My wife smiled and said yes. She led us to the back room and we went into the room to start. She was already naked so the show started immediately. She was dancing for my wife and my wife was touching her tits not knowing what was okay or not. She did not want to get kicked out or anything like that so she was a good girl for the first little bit. Our girl made the first move by taking my wife's straps and pulling them down to reveal my wife's tits. She started sucking on them and playing around kissing on my wife's neck and making her so wet you could see it through her pants. My wife was starting to suck on her nipples and when I asked her if she was wet, our girl said let me find out and pulled my wife's pants down and started fingering her. By now my wife was moaning and was so wet you could hear the slurping of her pussy lips. I took my wife's hand and placed it on our girl's pussy and she started fingering her like there was no tomorrow. Our girl raised her one leg up so my wife could have better access to her wet (and as my wife said later, tight), young hole. They fingered each other for what seemed like an eternity and then our girl went and started grinding on my wife and my wife grinding like she was experienced back. They did this for awhile and then went back to fingering each other. This went on for a little more time until the both let out little soft moans and we knew we needed to go. We paid her the money. She gave my wife one last little hurrah, and gave me a hug as I squeezed her amazing ass cheeks and she rubbed against my swollen, wet cock to say goodbye. My wife and I got out of there and went back up to our room and must have fucked for 30 more minutes until we decided to go to bed to see what kinds of dreams we were going to have tonight. We never dreamed my wife would make it with a 23 year old beautiful black girl but sometimes things don't have to be dreamed to come true.

My wife and I aren't just swingers we're also exhibitionist. Here's a story of one of our nights out having some fun with the wife showing some skin. We went out on a Saturday night to a sports bar to watch some college football and for some drinks and for a little fun. My wife wore a skirt with heels and a button down blouse, she didn't wear any panties as she usually doesn't and she wore a silk see thru bra under her blouse. We were seated at a high table because that's what we requested so my wife could flash her goods under that skirt. It didn't take long to get the attention from a group of guys sitting across from us. Where they were sitting compared to where my wife was sitting, their whole table could see up my wife's skirt. My wife wasn't showing anything quite yet but she would tease then by crossing and uncrossing her legs while looking at them. Eventually my wife felt like it was time to show them a little more so she spread eagle, hiked up her skirt a little bit and showed them what they've been yearning to see. My wife kept looking straight at the guys as they were fixated on her vagina as she would smile at them and wink at them. These guys were having a blast getting an eyeful of my wife's vagina and I was getting turned on by watching her have fun with these guys. She would reach down every so often and touch her pussy and then bring her fingers to her mouth and lick her fingers, this brought the guys to full excitement when she would do that. We had to be careful in this bar though, even though it wasn't crowded we still had other people around us that I'm sure wouldn't take to kindly to this kind of behavior. After we ate our food we ordered a couple more beers and told the waitress we're going to sit outside because I'm a smoker and it was a nice night to sit out there. This bar had a nice back patio with trees and bushes and Christmas lights all around and private tables tucked into corners. To be honest that's why I chose this bar to go to because online I saw pictures of the back patio and I thought we could have some fun there. We grabbed one of those tables that were tucked in the corner and we sat facing the center of the patio with both our backs to the back fence. It didn't take long for one of the guys from that table to come out and grab a smoke. He noticed us sitting there and went back in and shortly after one by one they were all outside. I figured he told his buddies we were out there. So anyways, they came outside and huddled around a table that was built around a tree that was directly in front of us. We knew what they wanted to my wife happily gave it to them. She spread eagle again lifted her skirt waaaay up this time exposing everything and started playing with herself while grabbing her tits outside of her shirt with her other hand. Every guy at that table had their eyes fixated on my wife's pussy as she finger banged herself. I told the guys they can come sit at the table with us and they wasted no time sitting down as they watched still. My wife motioned to one of the guys sitting closest to her to come a little closer. He scooted his chair over and put his hand on my wife's thigh and he looked at me as if to say "is this ok?" I just smiled at him and gave him a nod yes. My wife grabbed his hand and placed it on her pussy and he started fingering my wife. By the sounds she was making she was enjoying it. I excused myself from the table because I had drank a little too much and it was time to break the seal. By the time I got back from the restroom one of those guys was sitting in my chair massaging my wife's breasts under her blouse and the same guy was still fingering her. The guy massaging her breasts saw me and started to get up so I could sit back down but I told him he can stay there as I grabbed another seat. This went on for about an hour, off and on and it was getting late and we realized we were the only ones outside at this point. My wife took it upon herself to unbutton her blouse lift her bra and expose her tits. Hands immediately followed and were all over her big tits. Even though it was dark where we were sitting we had to be careful because the waitress would come in and out and smokers also. My wife eventually came to one of the guys fingering her and she sat there exhausted with hands all over her still. One of the guys asked her to go out to the parking lot with him and she said "no, we're just hear for fun and pretty much what we just did". The guy kept on insisting telling her she wouldn't be disappointed and then he took his dick out to show her and it was massive... she looked at it and still had the strength to say no thank you. So he put his dick away and we all asked for our bills so we could check out. The guys ended up paying for our bill and we thanked them and all headed out to our vehicles. My wife said she'll be right back and she walked over to the guy's truck they were in and she was talking to the guy that showed her his massive penis and then she came back to the car and told me she got his number for possible future hookups. We drove home and fucked like animals that night. It was a good night and maybe she'll use that number and get a taste of that massive penis. Who knows...

The sixth day of my erotic African adventure. First I’m toyed with. Then . . . who knows how they were conceived? Miss T does. And we learn her family secrets. (Here you’ll find the earlier parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) So I had come from a tough Canadian winter to sunny South Africa, visiting my photographer friend Hanz. It was one adventure after another. I thought today would be a quiet day, but it was anything but; and it ended with an amazing family story. MY AFRICAN ADVENTURE – PART 6 – WEDNESDAY – I’M TOYED WITH AND WE LEARN HOW T WAS CONCEIVED Wednesday began like my other days vacationing in Cape Town with an old friend and a new lover. And then it went in all directions. I slept in, as usual, and was woken by my new lover, Anna, all sweaty and brisk from her top-of-the-morning bike ride. But instead of kissing me awake while wearing her biking outfit, she had stripped off and laid her sweat soaked body on top of mine. It was weird to feel all that hot sweaty flesh pressed against me, but it was also exciting and we did a quick morning dance then washed up and joined Hanz and his lover T for breakfast – wondering what the consequences of the very strange night before would be. The mysterious androgynous of last evening Asians, who had been glued to Hanz and T the night before, were gone, with no sign of their even having been there. (I hope I didn’t hallucinate what I wrote about that.) This morning things were as if nothing odd had happened the night before. This was one of the strange and inexplicable things about my week in Africa. Each morning was a new morning, each day was a fresh day where whatever happened before was put aside leaving no marks on the day that followed. It was hallucinogenic that however weird or exotic the previous day’s events were, the next day it was as if nothing unusual had taken place. But T was not her usual spunky self and both she and Hanz seemed more than a little hung over. But there was no mention of yesterday or any of the strange events of the night. Anna and I never learned what the story was with the Asians, why they immediately stuck themselves like glue to Hanz and T or why our friends stuck to them. We didn’t even learn what genders were involved, perhaps the strangest thing of all. Totally weird, totally mysterious. And totally not spoken of. Of course we had hoped for some bizarre tales about the Asian couple that Hanz and T brought home, but that was not to be. At the least we thought we might hear some stories of Hanz and T having played in the past with the young couple who threw the cocktail party we attended, when they announced their incipient parenthood. Maybe even some thoughts about being able to play again with the couple, now that the wife was safely pregnant – how exciting could that be? And then there was that play club that was happy to take our money and let us in, and yet made us feel unwelcome enough for us to quickly leave. How wrong was that? But no. There was not a word about yesterday evening, an evening and a night filled with odd things that seemed to demand being talked about. Somehow a taboo, a curtain of silence was drawn over then evening and Anna and I both quickly picked up the signal to mention nothing, ask nothing, hint nothing about the night before. And so Anna and I did the right thing and acted like nothing had been odd at all. Over breakfast Hanz told us that he needed to spend some time in his photo studio, but he’d be back before too long. Anna expressed some relief saying she was worried about the law office she managed (she said “those poor helpless lawyers; you never know what they’ll get up to if I’m away for too long”) and said she’d take the opportunity to pop into her office for a couple of hours. That would leave T and I by ourselves and she suggested taking me on a walking tour of the neighborhood of Oranjezicht, seeing the sights, circling the water reservoir (called, for some reason, the Kaffir Swimming Pool) and into a shopping area where I got a couple of presents for Anna. After our walking tour, back at Hanz’s house, she and I chilled by the pool, naked of course, and laying side by side. Now you know that from the moment I first laid eyes on her I had been lusting for the nubile T. Almost as soon as I arrived she’d hinted that sex with her might be in the cards, but only after we’d gotten to know each other better. Could that be now? Maybe yes, since we were alone; maybe no, since Hanz wasn’t there to give his blessing. And maybe yes or no if T did or didn’t desire me. Those thoughts alone honestly had me excited. Not that I needed to get laid, with Anna being such a terrific sexual companion. Still the passing thought of making it with T had given me more than just a little buzz in the tip of my dick. I enjoyed the view of her. The beautiful face. The curve of her lips. The soft small hemispheres of her breasts. The smooth, clear skin. The tight belly. The waxed-clean love triangle. And the pussy lips that were the gateway to ecstasy. What a sight. We lay on lounges and T, as usual, was dipping a finger in her honey pot and from time to time licking the juices off her fingers. Just as she had been doing during any idle moment when clothes weren’t in the way. Then she reached over and smeared some of her juice on my lips. Without delay, I was noticeably erect. At this point T stopped just toying with herself and began to masturbate seriously. Knowing that she needed to get off several times a day I knew to expect it. But still it’s surprising to have a lovely girl start masturbating right in front of you. And something else when it’s someone you’d like to get it on with. After fingering herself for a while she took a butt plug from a bag under the lounge, lubricated it with her juices and slide it into her ass and asked me if I would like one. I declined. Then she went from casually fingering herself to slowly but seriously masturbating herself. I lay still and enjoyed watching and listening. When she came it was delightful to behold and the spectacle got me more erect. Seeing her vigorously masturbating herself got me totally into tent-pole territory. In a way it was a little embarrassing to have such a bold erection pointing to the sky beside this lovely girl who was ignoring me and it, so I had turned over on my side to make my erection less boldly evident and also to have a better view of T while she worked herself to a vigorous and noisy climax. After she finished, with a moist slick hand she reached over and started casually playing with me. I was still fully erect. She just worked her fingers this way and that way, enjoying the feeling of my dick. She had long slim fingers which looked so elegant. Just glancing at those fingers felt erotic to me. And now those fingers were slipping up and down on my penis. Just the tips, just the pads of her fingers. It was so much sexier than if she had wrapped her fingers and hand around me. No. The faint, subtle, slight feeling of the pads of her fingers moving from one end of me to the other, that was about as erotic as it could get. I lay back and enjoyed the feeling, without expecting to go anywhere. I was saving my spunk for Anna’s return. But she gradually got me excited, took me up to the top and over. I was spurting! Then she licked her fingers and said in a soft but commanding voice “Now you lick me.” It was fun witnessing her masturbating; it was fun being fingered by her; and it was more than fun coming from her fingering me. And it would be much more than fun putting my head between her legs and licking her, but I knew she was playing me, I knew I was being had. She wanted me to do her with my tongue but she wasn’t going to let me fuck her, and the jacking she had just given me was a way to avoid my uncontrollably slipping myself into her. Yes I was being used and abused and I could resent that, but on the other hand I’d had a nice -- no not just nice, ecstatic – orgasm myself, so what was there to complain about? At least now I would be tasting the juices that I had been smelling on my Anna’s breath, and that would be a thrill. While I was getting up off my couch to position myself for giving her head, she slipped a butt plug into me, matching the one she’d put in herself. First she’d jacked me, then she’d put this butt plug into me. Frankly it felt good, but I knew it was a second line of defense against my making a move to fuck her. She’d jacked my juices out and with that butt plug pressing against my prostate, she was guaranteeing that even if I slide my dick into her, I wouldn’t be able to come. What a wicked girl. So I went to licking her with some enthusiasm and I’m proud to say that I didn’t just give T some enjoyment, I was able to give her enough intense orgasms that she finally whispered to me that she was fine, she’d had enough, she was satisfied, saturated, satiated. To accomplish that with a girl who seems inexhaustible filled me with some special pride. It’s always been a point of honor for me to give good satisfaction to everyone I have sex with and now I’d held up my honor with Miss T. The seemingly inexhaustible Miss T, I had managed to exhaust with the skills of my tongue. She and I sunned again for a while, butt plugs still in place, and then Hanz and my Anna came back. With separate errands for each of them to do, I hadn’t realized that they’d left together and now returned together. And they had a certain glow about them. I was about to confess what T and I had been up to when Anna just boldly reported that she and Hanz had a good fuck in his studio. With pictures to show, no less. Well, Hanz is a photographer, isn’t he? I hugged Anna and said good for you, while T excitedly embraced Hanz and whispered to him to tell her all about it. That’s when Anna discovered the plug in my ass, smelled T’s juices on my breath and she knew my morning with T hadn’t been totally innocent. Somehow it all felt OK to me and I wasn’t upset that Hanz and my Anna had finally had a nice screw together even though I was still being cock-blocked from having Miss T. Anna had been fucking me like crazy, she’d been fucking T was well, and now she’d completed the round with Hanz. Anna, you go girl. You’re the best. Knowing that Anna had been fucked filled me with lust for her and she and I repaired to our bedroom for me to put my spunk in her, displacing Hanz’s. She had enjoyed fucking Hanz but she was very glad to have me do her on top of that. After that was done we four made a lunch and after lunch sat in the living room, hugging and kissing and fingering our partners while watching the video that Hanz had made of Anna and him doing it doggy style in his studio. The expression on her face in the video when she came was really wonderful. Truth is, we all loved watching the lovemaking in the video and watching it made me hot. I’m proud of her that Anna wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed by the video. She watched it with as much enjoyment as the rest of us. It was time now for them to show me the sights of the city, as they had been long promising. We drove in to the Victoria and Albert Harbor and walked around, sight seeing the boats and the tourists. Then we walked up a market street filled with shopping kiosks. They led me to a store where you could buy tribal artifacts that were more authentic than the usual tourist junk. I bought a few souvenirs to take home and we continued on our way. The girls ducked into a tailor shop where they said they’d ordered something special to show us later. We went to Woolworths Cavendish where I bought a couple of gifts for Anna and then we hiked up to the legendary Mount Nelson Hotel to have drinks and dinner. Over drinks we did something we should have done days before, telling each other our life stories. Mine was about growing up on a remote farm in Manitoba, an only child who did lots of chores and became very independent. Anna had a surprisingly similar story of a rural childhood in South Africa, complete with cattle. That explained a lot about our immediate affinity for each other: we’d essentially had the same childhood. She and I grabbed each other’s fingers like a cow’s teats and showed off our milking prowess. I’m proud of how good I was at milking and Anna showed me she was just as good. Hanz grew up urban in a typical Afrikaner household, meaning the values were old-fashioned farmer’s values and his artistic ambitions weren’t encouraged. He went his own way and became the successful photographer he was, getting assignments as far away as, gasp, Canada, which is how he and I had met. It was now about time to go in to the restaurant for dinner and T said “Over dinner I’ll tell you the story of my parents and my siblings and me. We are a very unusual family and we’re exceptionally proud of what we are, which is like no other. It’s good I’m telling you the story here, because it’s a special place for me. I was conceived in this hotel.” That was a show stopper. When we’d ordered our food, and Hanz had selected a good South African wine, T began telling her story. She began by saying “If I’m going to tell you my family story and if you’re going to really understand it, first you’ve got to know that we Africans aren’t like you Europeans. You Europeans are such prudes.” Her Xhosa parents – who I’ll call Mr and Mrs T -- had grown up in neighboring villages but only met while they were in college, training to be high school teachers. They fell in love quickly and soon married. Theirs was an open marriage; they had a lot of sex with each other and a lot of fun with other people. As T said, that was quite African; they weren’t prudes and they didn’t act like they owned each other’s bodies. What they owned was their love and their commitment to each other. They liked to swap stories of their outside adventures, it added spice to their own sex life. They wanted children, but children never came. It turned out that Mr T was sterile. So they made a decision: they would have children, sired by other men, and Mr T would be delighted to be a proud and happy father. Grateful, as a man who turned out to be infertile, that he would have children to raise and call his own. “You might think that’s very liberal or generous of my father, but it’s really very African. That’s the way we are and proud of it. I’m very proud of my dad and proud to be African. Sorry if I sound smug about it, but we’re better than you in that way.” Anna gave me a smile that said she very much agreed and was sorry for the likes of Hanz and I to have grown up in a narrow minded way. The way T said that put a new cast on things. I’d always taken T as the pretty young thing who happened to be Hanz’s live-in girlfriend. Now, from the way she spoke, not only from what she said but also the way she said it, she was probably the brightest and wisest person in the room. This arrangement – of having Mr & Mrs T’s children sired by other men -- wasn’t hidden from T and her siblings, just the opposite. It was a point of honor and pride among the family. And their relatives applauded them for it. For their first child, Mr and Mrs T selected a man she’s already been having fun with but now she skipped the birth control. The man was never allowed to know about his role in the T’s first child and the child, T’s oldest sister, was never given a hint who he was. There was a strong family principle: Mr T was the children’s father, he raised them, and that was that. Mr & Mrs T were ever so delighted to have their first child and they intended to have more. When it came time to have another child, the game continued. Though they’d deliberately chosen the sire of their first child, mostly they let the children come when they came, and who cares who the sperm donor was? Mrs T played with healthy vital men and when it was time to get pregnant she made sure to only play with men who the family would never know later and who were from a variety of backgrounds. They’d decided that each of their children would be from a different mix. “It was easy,” T said. “My mother is very attractive and she’s like honey to the bees. She can have any man she wants. She’s very attractive and she likes sex a lot. And of course my father had his fun too,” she said, “since theirs is an open marriage. Only he doesn’t have to worry about getting some other woman pregnant.” T continued, “Although I don’t know it for sure, I think sometimes she chose a specific man to get pregnant with and sometimes she would let nature take it’s course from whoever she happened to be sleeping with. When my parents decided it was time for another child and she was at her fertile time, she would sleep around with men who were worthy of her, worthy to sire one of my brothers and sisters.” But still, she played fertility roulette, never knowing which orgasm would lead to her next child. She only made sure that each new child was sired by a man from some different background. With one exception: the siring of T herself. For reasons never explained, they decided to be very particular about who sired the fourth child, who would turn out to be T. He would uniquely be from the same tribal background as they were, Xhosa. (T said “I’m Xhosa through and through and very proud of it. My brothers and sisters and I feel very united as a family, but I’m special in one way: I’m completely Xhosa.”) The parents-to-be set out to carefully chose the stud for the child that would become T. He had to be very smart, very healthy, and very accomplished. They picked their man, a leading academic who had gone into politics and became powerful and rich. (At this point T said “likely I could figure out who he was, but I never want to do that. It would be wrong and it would betray my parents and my brothers and sisters.”) Mrs T set out to seduce the man and seduce him she did. For her it was easy. Knowing when she would be fertile, she arranged to have a sexy weekend with him “here; at this hotel. At the great and legendary Mount Nelson Hotel.” She and the man had a classic dirty weekend. They never left the hotel suite but spent the entire time eating room service, drinking, sleeping, drinking more and having sex, sex, sex. For the important man it was a dream getaway from his mundane responsibilities and boring home sex life. For Mrs T it was capturing just the right kind of sperm for her next child, which turned out to be the delightful, talented, beautiful and sexy miss T. Although Mrs T never had a romance with her casual lovers, it wasn’t unusual for them to fall in love with her. “My mother is exceptionally attractive, vivacious, and outgoing. What man wouldn’t want to fall in love with her?” As it happened, the “important man” did and wanted to continue and have her for his mistress. That could have been sticky, but as it happened the “important man” died not long after in a traffic accident, never even learning that Mrs T was pregnant. This quirk of fate put to rest possible complications. And so that was T’s story. Her younger brothers and sisters were sired in the family’s traditional way – with lovers from different places who Mrs T fancied playing with. But T, T was conceived purposely in the very hotel where we were dining. In telling this story T practically glowed with pride about her unique family and her own special heritage. After dinner we slipped upstairs to the hotel’s rooms, following T until she stopped at a particular door. “Here it is,” she said, “here is where I was conceived, in this room.” I said “you have remarkable parents.” She said “you can see for yourself; they’re coming to visit tomorrow.” I was floored to hear that. With that, I end the tale of the sixth day of my African adventure.

Libby was 18 when I first met her. Very short, very small framed, very small breasts and very cute face. She lived very near the trailer park that a bunch of us Combat Controllers were staying at that was just far enough from the base that we could be as wild as we wanted to be. I liked Libby the moment I saw her and must admit that I wanted to devour her cute little body bad. But, she was really too innocent for me. And she was really way too dating a fellow Combat Controller and friend. Off limits! I did see her at the NCO Club with Jack quite a few times and enjoyed talking, flirting, and dancing with her even though I knew that could be all there was. And, I could tell by her responses to my flirting that she had the hots for me as well, and that was fulfilling in it's own way. I guess it was because she and I weren't going to be able to ever be together that made her want me to date her friend. I told Libby that I just wasn't into 'dating' at that point in my life but she was very persistent and I finally, after an ordeal that's another long story, had my first blind date with my current wife of 34 years. And, that first blind 'double' date was the first of many 'double' dates with them. OK, that's the background and I'll bet you're wondering where it's leading to, right? I've decided to use this site as a sort of diary of my favorite erotic memories in my marriage and even though this first soft-swinging incident was actually before we were married it's very much part of my marriage memories now. We'd all four decided to get some drinks and munchies and just go to a drive-in theater. This particular theater had two screens. The one facing the main road had a very scary movie on that night and the girls didn't want to see it. The second screen had a very sexy movie. It didn't take long for the girls to realize that screen two was for adults. Jack and I knew before hand but, hey, it was the girl's idea after all. Now this was a very long time ago and by today's standards that movie would likely only be rated R, but for the innocent little Libby it was a definite XXX! I figured that it would be fun but my date, my wife now, got immediately defensive and moved away from me in the front seat. Now don't get me wrong here, she can be very sexual and great sexually at times but she can also be very hung up about sex at times too. This was one of those 'hung up' moments and I was ready to just leave. Well, we sat there in silence for several moments and there was no fun whatsoever in the front seat. Just as I was ready to give it up and suggest leaving I heard one of the most erotic sounds of my life. To this day the only thing I could possibly hear that would top that sound at that moment would be my wife telling me that she's interested in swinging again. Breathing! That familiar heavy breathing that is uncontrollable but you can tell there are attempts at restraint. I wanted to turn around and look so bad but noticed that my date, who had also heard, was watching me to make sure I didn't. And the look on her face made it apparent that she wasn't enjoying this nearly as much as me. Swishing. Yes! Swishing. There is no other sound like it. That rhythmic swishing sound that only comes from a finger in a wet pussy. Damn! Libby, little sweet, cute Libby was being finger fucked right in my back seat. I glanced up at my rear view mirror and wondered if I could get away with adjusting it. No way! My date had moved ever further away from me and was literally holding the passenger's door handle to pull closer to it. But, she was watching me like a hawk watching a mouse and her glare let me know I'd better do nothing but figure out how to leave. Swishing, breathing, and more delicious swishing. Libby had to have the wettest little pussy ever and I was hard as a rock listening to the sounds only a few feet away. I closed my eyes and listened with my total being. Swishing, swishing, breathing, a low moan, then more and faster swishing. I could smell her. With my eyes closed I could, not only savor her with my ears but I could also, smell her. If only I could see her. Damn! I wanted to see her face as she was being finger fucked. I wanted to see passion on that cute little face! 'Let's go.' My date finally broke the silence from our front seat with her emotionless comment. 'Is everyone ready to leave?' I spoke softly not wanting to end the rear seat activity but knowing I needed to appease my prude date or pay for it later. Swishing, soft moaning, breathing. Swishing, swishing, swishing and more and faster swishing. 'If you want to,' Jack spoke with that nervous tone that comes only from sexual excitement, 'sure, I guess so.' The swishing had stopped. A short rustling sound of clothing being readjusted but no more swishing. No more breathing. No more soft moaning. But the smell was still there. No amount of prudeness could possibly stop the smell and I inhaled deeply, not wanting to lose that aroma. But my date rolled down her window as soon as we left the drive-in and I did lose the smell. It wasn't that late but that evening ended much earlier than any other before. We dropped them off at Libby's house and I drove the short distance to my date's house and dropped her off without much of a good night kiss. When I got to my trailer I went in and got a bottle of Johnny Walker, a glass with some ice, and went back out to my car and got in the back seat. The smell was back. And, in my mind I could again hear the swishing, the soft moans, and the breathing. But the smell was real. Libby's smell. As I sipped my scotch I pulled my hard cock out of my jeans and jacked off to the smell of the cute little girl that I so wanted to devour every inch of. We got married a little later and so did they. My wife did loosen up a little on about five different occasions with other couples but still has her tendency to clam up and go defensive when it comes to adventurous sexual fun. I'll tell of those occasions later. Our friends live a long way off but we do keep in touch at times and see each other every five or ten years. Libby, at least in my mind, is still just as cute as she was way back then. I still remember, vividly, that swishing, moaning, and breathing that came from her as she was being administered to. And, whenever I'm near her now, I still try to breath in that wonderful aroma that is her.