My wife and I attempt to be swingers [MF] [MF]

So, a couple months ago [I wrote about my wife and I partaking in our first threesome,](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6rnpfu/and_the_guest_makes_three_mff/) and followed it up with [a story from college about making love with one of my best friends.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6vs9t2/unintended_sexual_escalation_mf/?utm_content=title&utm_medium=user&utm_source=reddit&utm_name=frontpage)

I thought I’d come back to the present and share a story from two weeks ago when my wife first approached me about being a swinging couple with another.

It was a Friday night, and we had wrapped up dinner with a bottle of wine. And then another. As we usually do on most Friday and Saturday evenings, we took our company to the bedroom, and began to make love. It was all pretty standard; we started with oral on each other, flipped into some 69 before just laughing and talking with each other.

We took little breaks throughout. We began to discuss the threesome I previously referenced and it got my wife thinking. She asked if I enjoyed watching her with Sarah, because she liked seeing Sarah and I together. Sexually, she continued to reiterate.

I explained my thoughts about sex, how it can be both so romantic and connecting, but also just plain sloppy, wild and fun. And that’s what I had with her and Sarah that night.

As we discussed the swinging, we set boundaries and rules; who we did and definitely did not want to bring into this. We knew of a couple who would more than likely be game for this, but we also thought of reaching out on Tinder. That idea was moot after I changed up my profile, expliciting requesting those interested in swinging with my wife. I got a couple bots, what turned out to be guys posing as girls and that was about it. My wife got a bunch of guys who just wanted to screw her, no partner for me.

What did we expect, really?

So, we made our very short list, now two and a half bottles of wine deep, and began dropping those little hints. Asking about another’s relationship, their sex life, sending slightly more than usual risky snapchats. Eventually, my wife broke through.

Our mutual friend, Mariah, and her boyfriend — of I believe three and a half years — was going to talk with her boyfriend, Alex, and let us know. Well, it didn’t take long to get back to us, maybe an hour at that. They were in.

We didn’t take long to schedule either. 24 hours later, my wife and I would be swinging it with a couple of college friends we hadn’t seen in a couple years, yet still lived just 45 minutes away. They were perfect. We didn’t knowing exceptionally well, but we knew them enough to be comfortable. Honestly, I think my wife was more into this whole scenario than I was. And like I said, we set our boundaries and really discussed it at length. I wanted to make sure this wasn’t an escape from the marriage; if I had done something wrong, I wanted to work on it. But she assured me it was strictly for the thrill and pleasure. She told me a handful of times, “I want to see you down on her [Mariah] and see her react the way I do when you’re on me.”

Mariah is a 5’11” brunette with hair down to the small of her back. Her face was never what I found most attractive about her. It was her attitude. In college, she carried a personality to the likes of untouchable. Privilege and she could fuck who she wanted, when she wanted, and could come and go as she pleased. It was annoying but so attractive in a strange kind of way.

Her breasts were smaller than my wife’s, somewhere aroudn 34 B. But she didn’t mind showing them off on her Instagram posts or snapchats. Her ass was easily the most attractive physical attribute. Firm, round and she knew it, she sported the tightest jeans and dresses whenever she could. We’d oogle at it all the time in college, at parties and get togethers. She knew we did, too, and thrived for the attention.

Alex is my height, about 6’0″, maybe a hair taller. He has a strong, physical presence. Dark hair and well groomed facial hair that’s just as black. He played soccer, recreationally, but often, in college, and has maintained the build years after. He was, essentially, “a hunk” as my wife put it.

We invited Mariah and Alex over for dinner and we really weren’t sure how we were going to get into this. If it’d be more like a fourway with everyone sprawled out on the same bed or how it would work. This was also their first swing, too. But it certainly didn’t take long to get started.

As we were wrapping up dinner, I excused myself to the bathroom, harmlessly, so I thought. As I was washing up a getting ready to head back out to dinner, the door swung open. There was Mariah, a nervous smile on her face. She was wearing a purple, lacy dress that barely hit the middle of her thigh. She looked as if she was poured into the dress, not a wrinkle or fold on it.

Up to this point, I still honestly thought nothing of her forced entry, until she said, “We should probably get started, too, huh?” She stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. My wife and Alex must have already began (it’s true. Mariah invited them to start, my wife leaning over to blow her boyfriend as she excused herself to the bathroom. That’s how I’m told those two began).

I must have had the dumbest smile on my face, because Mariah gave a decent laugh, saying, “You like the happiest kid on Earth right about now,” as she stepped up to me, kissing my neck. Her hands quickly began fumbling with my belt as I placed my right hand at the small of her back, my left combing through her long, brown hair, coursing her to continue along my neck.

My erection was jutting out from my pants as she slid them down to my ankles, her going with them. My back against the wall, I did my best to corral her long hair into a makeshift ponytail as my cock burst out the middle hole in my boxers. It hit her right in the side of the check, a throbbing surprise.

We laughed for a second about it but quickly regained focus. Mariah slipped my boxers down and wasted no time taking long licks from the base of my shaft to the tip, teasing it. For a fleeting moment, I remembered how Sarah did the same, and the excitement of that night rushed back into me, giving me maybe and extra couple centimeters as she thrusted forward in one large gulp.

She had no issues swallowing me whole. Long, intense thrusts were what I demanded, and she decided to ignore my pleas. She massaged my balls as she wrapped her tongue in a hundred different ways around me. He mouth was warm and she made it sloppy as any guy could hope. We took turns in control, me holding her hair and then thrusting in and out. She made a couple gagging noises and when I looked down, I could see her mascara becoming a bit runny.

After only what seemed like seconds, but had been a good five or 10 minutes, she stood back up. Her makeup ruined, for good cause. We stared briefly at each other, until I handed her the hand towel to wipe up.

I stepped out of my pants and boxers and stood behind her. Fully erect. She did her best to ignore my prodding cock against the base of her dress, only giggling when she couldn’t ignore it completely.

“I’m right here. You can’t hide from this,” I teased her. She said nothing, but continued to fix her makeup to the best of my ability. But I couldn’t wait any longer.
I slid my hands down her hips to the bottom of her dress. It took a wiggle, but I managed to pop the bottom up over the top of her ass. And there it was: Nothing.

No panties or underwear; no thong as I had predicted. I ran my cock between her cheeks, standing in an uncomfortable angle. I felt between her legs, she was warmed and wet. She’d been ready this whole time, yet spent it teasing. She was the perfect tease.

She was a little too tall for my imagined standing doggy, and maybe I went a little too strong in this next position, but my adrenaline was rushing; my head on fire. I pulled her back and shoved her down into a 90-degree angle. She let out a playful ‘umph’ as her forearms hit the counter. I kicked her left leg out and her right followed in the opposite direction. Effortlessly, I plunged forward into her as she let out a soft sigh.

We went at it quickly. Vigorous and slamming motions, knocking everything off the counter. She began to moan louder with every thrust, and at first I thought she needed to be quiet. That I was doing something wrong. And then I remembered the whole situation. Looking at myself in the medicine cabinet mirror, I grinned and began to spank Mariah. Once. Twice, this time harder. A third, leaving a bright red handmark over the other red areas.

Her dress was now pulled up to her tits, and the middle of her back. My brain was racing, and I took care of what I wanted. Without any gesture or notice, I pulled out, dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs.

My nose was firmly planted inside her, with my tongue lapping at her clit. She bucked and her knees began to buckle, but I held her cheeks and she began to slowly rest on my face. It smelled as a pussy being fucked roughly would smell, and I loved it. There were moments I couldn’t breathe, and I loved that, too.

She came not long after I started, and I could feel it running down my face. She pulled away and did her best to maintain balance. I asked if she wanted to continue, and with sweat beading up on her forehead and a weak smile, she nodded.

We exited the bathroom to moans and slapping of my wife and Alex in our bedroom. I poked my head in, Mariah under my arm, stroking me softly. Alex was on her, in a sort of missionary style, with her legs spread across his chest and up on his shoulders. Neither saw us, but I enjoyed watching him slam into my wife, unforgivingly and relentlessly.

Mariah pulled me away and we headed to the guest bedroom. There, she pushed me onto the bed and discarded the dress. No bra, either. Not surprised, I mentioned to her.

I, too, removed my dress shirt and found her climbing on top. She took me and wiggled me around the cusp of her lips before sliding back down into a riding motion.

I continued to spank as she did her best to drown out the moans coming in from across the hall. I could feel the urge to finish coming, but I didn’t want to. “Where can I finish?” I asked. “Because it’s coming with the way you’re riding me.”

That’s when I got the most shocking answer of the night, and had the most sexually tense five seconds of my life. Still riding, Mariah took my right hand and stuffed my index finger in her mouth. She pulled it out and touched to the corner of her eye, running it down her nose and across her upper lip. “Right here. And here. And here.” she said as she ran my hand across her face and down her chest.

I had dreamed of facials and had only given on once, on accident, after a drunken stupor of a college party. Facials were for fantasies and porn videos, not real life, right?

As I gazed back at her doing this, she could tell I was closer than ever. She pulled off and rolled over on her back. Still shocked and trying not to finish into thin air, she prompted me on top of here.

At first, I thought we were going to continue, which was laughable at my state. But then she scooted down as I straddled her hips. She slid down, and began jerking me off as I sat on her chest.

“Let me. Please,” I said as I could feel the final blows coming. She closed her eyes and gave a faint smile as the hot ropes cascaded out of me. The first two globbed up on her right cheek. And the next two cleared her head. The final rope went from her left eyebrow across her nose and down to the corner of her mouth.

I ran my tip across her now pursed lips, asking her to top me off. When she didn’t I prodded a little harder, getting her tongue to come out and lick up the access.

After I realized my full weight had been crushing her chest and she probably couldn’t breathe, I ran back to the bathroom and grabbed the same hand towel as before. I could hear the gagging of my wife on Alex’s cock, but didn’t stop for a peak this time.

Mariah and I laid there, naked for a bit before my wife came into the room. We all had a nice laugh at the cum-soaked towel next to the bed, and Alex entered with four beers. For whatever reason, I remember seeing him in the door, cock flaccid and thinking, ‘Wow, he’s smaller than I thought.’ What the hell?

Anyways, that’s how the night wrapped up. Mariah played around with me for a bit as my wife watched. Alex gave her his fingers and we all had a casual time just messing around with the other’s significant other.

They headed home late, about 2:30 a.m., and my wife and I debriefed. If there’s anyone out there wondering how her side of the story went, say so in the comments and I’ll have her make a post from this account on the sub.

Again, thank you for reading this far, if you’ve made it this far. It’s much appreciated. Hope you enjoyed and as always, if you have any questions or would like further details, let me know in a PM and I’ll do my best to help out.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/78woc1/my_wife_and_i_attempt_to_be_swingers_mf_mf