My husband and I have been together for over fifteen years and have been active in the life swinger lifestyle for almost ten. I’ve always enjoyed the stories, openness and talented writers that put themselves out here to be read, judged a criticized. I’m not the best writer especially when it comes to erotica but I thought we would try :)
After a lot of back of forth and realizing we finally wanted to take the plunge we chatted with our friends who knew were open in the lifestyle. They’re open, gorgeous, success and most importantly make my husband and I feel comfortable.
She’s thirty two, absolutely gorgeous and very down-to-earth. She has silky dark hair and hung straight around her slender frame. Her pale skin was perfect, unmatched except by her gaze. Her eyes were like deep precious stones, something that looked like a mix between an amethyst and a sapphire. It’s hard to tell exactly where if it’s her confidence that people are attracted to or her petite peek figure.
We met for lunch the Saturday before the party because Emily wanted to give me some ‘background information’ about the people that would be there. I thought that was a little strange, but always enjoy being with her, so I agreed to meet. She us at times it could overwhelming but to just relax, trust them and if we want to say ***just say no***
“It’s when the party starts moving inside the house that it gets interesting,” she said. “The rooms upstairs will be busy. The unwritten rule is that the doors must stay open., you’ll see all kinds of stuff up there.”
My husband and I ate our lunch and didn’t make eye contact but I could tell he was excited. We both were.
The next morning morning we both woke up excited. I’m one of the world’s great fantasizers, so I was anxious to find out what would happen and if I would do anything besides my husband. I couldn’t sleep all night and found myself masturbating at the thought of all the new experiences I could experience. At the same time, I was a little doubtful of Emily’s version of what the day would be like.
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Once we got there and checked our costsI looked around the room and couldn’t help but notice an attractive woman sitting in the lap of a man across from us. Her legs hung over the sides of their lounge chair. The man lay on his back, but was tilted up enough so that his face was at her chest level. The couple was far enough away that I couldn’t make out details, but there was no doubt that the topless woman was letting the man suck on, or lick, her breasts.
I was mesmerized by the scene. I’d seen other people have sex before, but this was different. This was ‘in your face’ voyeurism at its best. The people around them talked, sunbathed or ate as if nothing was happening. Meanwhile, the topless woman squirmed with pleasure as the man under her continued to work on her tits.
I felt my pussy react with involuntary contractions and a noticeable buildup of moisture. I wanted to touch myself, or play with my nipples. Instead, I just stared. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled my eyes away.
“Exciting, isn’t it?” Emily asked.
I was taken aback at how open everybody was. We walked around before my husband grabbed me and kissed me. I could feel how excited he was as he rubbed against me. His hand kept wondering all over my flat stomach as he began to lightly kiss on my neck. I began to feel my arousal increase as he explored more of my body. He found his way under my shirt and headed up towards my breasts. He started to bite harder onto my neck as I felt his hand pinching my nipples in his fingers. I wanted so badly to feel him deep inside of me but we resisted. I pulled back just as a few people started gathering around us. The crowd, partially naked, were watching my husband before a man came behind me and asked my husband if this was okay. My husband nodded and the unknown man kissed my neck. I was shocked but I couldn’t say no.
He took me by the hand and guided me to one of the door less rooms. I was so excited, what’s there for me? What’s he got ready for me? I could not wait for his touch and what was ahead of me.
His name was Daniel.
Daniel lunged at me, pinned me to the sofa, and proceeded to cover me with kisses from the waist up as his hands traveled up under my skirt. His hot breath on my neck made me shiver and I knew that any moment he would discover just how much of an effect he was having on me. His fingers kept moving within centimeters of the ever-dampening crotch of my panties. The anticipation was agony. I could feel hardening against my thigh and the thought of him inside me was driving me crazy. I reached down, grabbed his hand, and pressed it against what he’d been taking his time to get to. He had been sucking voraciously on my right nipple and suddenly stopped, lifted up his head and smiled devilishly at me. His fingers gently rubbed the wet fabric against my aching clit.
When I pulled back I lost track of my husband but I knew he was watching.
Daniel pressed his cheek to mine and whispered into my ear “Oh god, you’re so wet.” He pressed himself down against my body and I could feel that now he was completely hard and his cock was begging to be released from its denim confines. I reached down to unbutton my skirt and I shimmied out of it. He took the opportunity to peel off his t-shirt, revealing his firm chest and beautiful shoulders. I helped to unbutton his fly as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He was kneeling now, in only his boxers, looking down at me in nothing but my skimpy pair of panties. His eyes traced every curve of my trembling body. My breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. My back arched, anxiously awaiting the weight of his body pressing me down. My legs slightly open, preparing for his invasion.
He was big. A little bigger then my husband but preparing to take somebody other then my husband for the first time in 8 years scared me and excited me.
His right hand had moved down and his thumb was now skillfully rubbing my clit while his mouth explored my inner thighs. Waves of pleasure like the aftershocks of an earthquake pulsed through my body, and he was only just getting started. I looked down at him to see why the kissing had stopped and at the moment my eyes met his, he circled my wet opening with his thumb and then plunged it inside me. I gasped again. As his thick thumb moved in and out of me, Daniel’s tongue lapped at my clit and along the lips of my pussy. And even though it was dark, I could feel the intensity of his eyes as he continued to look up at me while his face was buried between my legs. A wave of orgasm twice as intense as the last hit me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew I needed ***him***. I reached for the shelf behind me and grabbed a condom. I told him to put it on. He begged me not to wear one but I told him that was our one rule. He obliged and quickly put it in.
Gripping his cock in my hand I slid into him until I gasped when he entered. I was in heaven. moved to my ass, squeezing the soft mounds in his hands and pulling me closer to him. Gradually, I began to rise up and down on his stiff cock until I reached a point where I was bouncing on top of him. As I rode him I could feel my breasts move up and down with each thrust. I could feel his eyes watching them as they rose and fell at the mercy of gravity. He began moving his hips up to meet mine and his right hand held one breast to his mouth as he sucked.
Within minutes I could feel him cumming as he yelled out. We both collapsed on the sofa and I never felt more sexualized and desired in that moment. We were officially swingers.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e2k3q2/i_went_from_watching_to_fucking_our_first_swinger
You describe them as such beautiful sexual people. Lucky woman!
Wow