So, first, some background. My wife and I have known each other for 7 years. We’ve been dating for 5, married for 3 and have been in an open marriage/polygamous/swinging for about a year and a half now. We still have sex with each other and love each other very much. But sometimes, we desire different things from different people. If you want to learn more about that, message me. I’m always happy to share.
Last weekend was our three year anniversary. In the past, we’ve taken trips and just spent time together hanging out. With COVID-19 around, trips were out of the question. But, we had some friends coming into town, and figured that would be a fun weekend.
About a week before, my wife said she wanted to surprise me early with an anniversary gift. She hands me a folder and it’s a series of texts from her friends: Cassie and Sara and their significant others, Matt and Tom. It’s a group text about three pages long detailing my wife’s request for a couples swinging party while they’re in town. It details our relationship, where we’re coming from, our boundaries we’ve set with each other, etc. And it goes on as she convinces and educates them on what she envisions it to look like.
Two nights with two different partners. My wife and Matt, myself and Sara and Cassie and Tom. Night two: My wife and Tom, myself and Cassie, Sara and Matt.
I was in disbelief. It’s something I’ve always wanted us to do: A couples swinging party and on top of it, with two of her best friends I’ve lusted over for years. And she made it all happen in a matter of weeks.
So, for the good part. First, **Sara:**
Sara is about as small as they come in adult, petite women. At a towering 4’11, 90 lbs, Sara is everyone’s petite dream. Her blonde-into-brunette roots were coming in, and had hair flowing to just above her shoulders. Donning a 32A cup bra, her bust flowed right into an extremely tight core. Her abs were showing, and she didn’t mind showing them in a little black bikini as small as she was. Her legs were long, even on her smaller frame. And the bikini bottom struggled to hide an over-worked booty, which was as firm as it was round. Some skip leg day, some skip arms. For Sara, it was only about core and booty.
Sara was the loudest of the two gals. Hyper, energetic, borderline obnoxious. Frisky, aggressive, downright wild. A fantasy’s fantasy kind of girl. At the time, the three guys didn’t know who the gals had picked for the first night. So it was a bit of a surprise how they lured us into the first swing. We were all out on a patio at our Air BnB when we started playing some music. A few gathered around the fire. Some in the hot tub.
Sara headed inside and a few minutes later, I ran in for another beer. As I was walking back out, I heard her call from the bathroom. I didn’t really think much of it, so I went down the hall to see what she needed.
“I’m in here,” she said from the shower. “Can you grab me a towel? I forgot to get one.”
There was a curtain separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. As I walked in, I grabbed a fresh town from the cabinet and as I walked to her, the curtain pulled open. There was Sara, as naked as the day she came into the world. I must have had the dumbest smile on my face.
“You look like you’ve seen something you like,” she said, walking toward me. “Go close the door.”
I backed up as she kept walking toward me, snagged the door with my hand behind my back and shut it, leaning against it as I pulled Sara’s thin, warm body against mine. For the first time, my fantasy was reality. She leaned up to me as we kissed, then went back flatfooted to kiss my chest. My erection was already present and accounted for as she ran her hands down my sides, and along my waistband of my swim trunks.
We were silent, yet every movement seemed to be screaming. She untied my trunks as I slouched back into the bathroom door. In a single motion, she dropped to her knees and my trunks fell to the floor.
Sara wasted no time in giving me what I desired. In a similar motion to her going down, she put me in her mouth and aggressively began to swallow me. Gut reaction had both my hands on the back of her head. She didn’t care about intimacy or privacy, as her choking was dramatic as she was daily. I could feel my tip in her warm, small mouth, grinding against the top of her mouth and sliding back down her throat a ways. But this didn’t last long.
“Come on. We should head into the [bed]room,” she said, wiping her mouth and smiling, walking into the adjoining bedroom. She swan dived onto the bed, and for the first time I saw her fully. Completely bare, completely shaved, completely smooth. Like her, I wasted no time.
I climbed up behind her, straddling her with her legs now together. It took a few pseudo thrusts before I guided myself in with my thumb. She was wet and flush, and in the prone bone position, there was only one thing I cared about seeing.
Her behind, small as it may be, was firm and large enough to hide myself in. The moaning started almost instantly and the more she called for me, the harder I became. And the harder I thrust. We repositioned into doggy, but not for long. She pulled me out and came at me in a cowgirl, which I found extremely hot. She went from dominated to dominating.
As we went on like this, I could feel myself coming to the finishline. “Sara, I’m getting close…” I told her. She only went harder. From grinding to bouncing to grinding again, the sensations were…well, sensational. I gave her a final fair warning before gripping her hips, flipping her into missionary and giving a final 30 seconds of what couldn’t be anything less than a jackhammering action until I finished on her firm abs.
The only reaction from her, after the screaming and moaning, was laughter. We both laughed. And then we slept.
We woke up the next morning and I lasted a third of the time. From a spooning position into her laying on top of me in a reverse cowgirl-like position, I finished inside her this time, albeit a quarter of the load from the night before. We were first to rise the next morning, sipping coffee and carrying on like friends around a morning fire.
**Next up, Cassie:**
For everything Sara was, Cassie was the damn near opposite, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Cassie was a gorgeous, 6’0 blonde, coming in at nearly 130 lbs. She, too, had spent years putting on muscles in seemingly all the right places. Her blonde, wavy hair flowed down to past her breast, which turned out to be a deceiving 36C cup. Her legs were half her body, and with larger-than-average thighs. But her main achievement was her rear. It’s hard to achieve an extremely fit yet insanely full backside. But nevertheless, Cassie trotted that thing around like it was a blue ribbon winner.
While Sara was loud and wild, Cassie was interactive, but shy. She spoke up often in a group, but never instigated conversation. She was silly, ditsy at time, but a caring, passionate person. Which all flowed into the bedroom that night.
I knew full well I’d have Cassie to myself before the night was over, so I did my best to play it cool. We played yard games into the night before following the night previous suit. As the night grew on, and colder, we ventured into the hot tub. Before long, there were only two left: Cassie and myself.
Cassie was wearing one of the things I fantasized most about her: An old orange one piece, maybe from a time before she started working out. Which you’d think would fit her better. But it was snug around her midsection and allowed her chest to spill out the front and sides. Because it was so taught in the front, it only accentuated her backside.
Cassie knew what we were to do that evening, and after we spent a good portion of the night laying out some ground rules on what we wanted, she asked if I’d like to shower off with her before we went to bed.
So, back in the same bathroom I was next to receiving head from Sara 26 hours earlier, I was nude with Cassie in the shower. We started off almost nervous. We washed each other down, with me initiating some digital stimulation. She wasted no time sudzing me up and stroking me as we mutually touched each other.
Soap wandered up our bodies and I turned Cassie toward the shower head to be behind her. I ran myself between her cheeks, soap acting as lube. I rubbed her body up and down as she leaned back into me. In that moment, I wanted her so badly.
She turned around, swapping me positions, in a 180 degree turn. She leaned forward, our backs at the shower head now, and presented herself to me. I put just the tip in at first, and when she went to back into me, I backed up, too. She giggled. “You little fucking tease…” as she backed into me again, fully engulfing myself inside her.
Between the size of her ass and the slippery, soapy water, the slapping against my lap was like thunder in the shower. Her moans were silenced by my spanking and smacking. Sara’s backside I could fit 90% of in my two hands. When I went to take Cassie, I could get maybe half.
We stood there in doggy for a while before I felt her reaching under and playing with herself to the point of cumming. She shook as she finished, knees buckling. I grabbed her by the waist to keep her from slipping. And we stood there for another minute before hopping out and showering off.
We climbed into bed, dried off but seemingly exhausted. She began to initiate again, this time crawling under the sheets and going down on me. He kissed and licked every inch of my body on the way down. When she got there, she took a flat tongue from my base to my tip several times before swallowing me.
She would tease just the tip before going all the way down with me, then back up to the tip. She didn’t do this for long, but it was perfect while I was in her mouth.
She climbed on top, turned around and reached underneath to put me inside her. As she sat down on me, I felt completely different than before. It was so much tighter. Warmer. And frankly not as wet. She pulled me out, spit on her hand, rubbed it around my tip, and went down again.
I could see just seconds of what had happened through the back porch light coming through the blinds we forgot to close. I was inside a completely different hole than I was in the shower. I watched myself disappear into her ass, and listened as she told me how good I felt inside her.
She began to play with herself as I spanked, smacked and grabbed on for dear life. She was the first person to initiate anal I had ever been with.
We swapped around positions, into reverse cowgirl vaginally, then missionary, variations of doggy, and back to reverse cowgirl. When I was ready, I pulled out and pinched myself between her cheeks with my thumbs, shooting ropes between them and up onto her back.
We fell asleep almost instantly after cleaning up. In the morning, it was a similar morning sex routine, starting in spooning.
After they had left, my wife and I spent Monday debriefing on everyone, everything, and what wanted to try with each other. We’ll be using Cassie, Sara, Tom and Matt’s techniques in the future. And we hope they enjoyed it as much as we did.
Please feel free to reach out with any questions. We’re both big sharers so I’m happy to relay some info to you, from my wife, if you have questions for her, too.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/havjk2/wife_sets_up_couples_swinger_party_for
Great story, duder!
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You lucky bastard!