My husband and I met when I was 16 and a virgin. He was my first sexual experience, and in 1992, 10 years later, when we had been married for 3 years, I had only ever had him as a partner. There was a very well-known nude beach about 20 minutes from where we lived at the time, and to celebrate our 10 years together, he suggested taking me there to “broaden my horizons”. I had always worked to stay in shape, was no stranger to minimal bikinis, and although my sexual history was limited, I wasn’t prudish. Besides, nude beaches weren’t about sex, they were about freedom and lack of inhibitions.
We went to the beach, and after a bit of hesitation I took off my bikini top. I didn’t get a second look from anyone (not an obvious one, anyway) and a few minutes later I was totally nude. As advertised, it felt liberating to enjoy the feeling of sun and water against my naked body. Everyone was friendly and welcoming to the “newbies” – much more friendly than people ever were at the “textile” beach, to be honest. Going there became a weekly ritual, and I quickly became used to being seen naked by total strangers.
Unbeknownst to me, my husband’s friend Phil was also a regular at this nude beach. He wasn’t a close friend, but someone we would meet socially 3 or 4 times a year. My husband knew him better than I did, really. The guys had chatted, and my husband suggested that Phil “accidentally” bump into us one day while we were there. I had gotten used to being seen naked by total strangers, but the idea of people I knew seeing me like that was still, if not uncomfortable, strange. So I’m laying out on the beach towel nude and hear a familiar voice greet us. Opening my eyes, I saw Phil standing above us, totally naked and with a nice all-over tan.
It took my brain a minute to process what I was seeing. I got up to say hi, trying to decide what to do. Just wave? Shake his hand? Hug? Habit kicked in, and I greeted him the way I would have at a party, with a quick hug. As I did it, it dawned on me that I felt his cock brushing against my leg, but it only lasted a second.
The guys said hello, and my husband invited Phil to join us. The guys had a very similar build, Phil being an inch or two shorter than my husband. Trying not to be obvious, I also noted that they had comparable equipment hanging between their legs. I may have limited sexual experience, but I was a woman in her 20’s with a healthy sex drive! As it was our first time together naked, everyone was checking out the other without trying to be obvious about it. Almost comical, looking back at it. No direct commentary like, “nice tits”, or “thick cock”, but some general appreciation about our workout routines being effective, etc. We spent a few hours together, people-watching, and enjoying the sun, sand and warm water. As the late-afternoon sun started to cast shadows, my husband invited Phil back to the house for dinner, and the offer was quickly accepted. We threw on some clothing, and walked to the cars, Phil following us back to the house.
When we walked in, my husband suggested we cleanup before dinner, and grabbed towels. My husband and I went first, and as we showered he told me how sexy I had looked all day, and asked if I would mind staying naked for the evening. I was often nude around the house, but never with company, but Phil had seen everything already, so why not? We walked out of the bathroom naked, and Phil walked in, saying, “I guess we’re staying comfortable?” Affirmative!
We opened a bottle of wine, cooked a simple dinner of pasta – a very normal evening except that we were naked. After dinner we opened another bottle of wine and moved into the living room. We sat there, sipping our wine and talking about our day at the beach. Comments were made about some of the hot bodies we saw, etc. Phil mentioned how great it was to have company there, as he had recently had an unpleasant breakup, but missed having a “partner in crime” for the beach. We expressed sympathy, but he said not to, as there wasn’t too much he missed about her. “What do you miss?”, I asked innocently. Phil replied, “Her blow jobs.”
OK, the topic was out, and sex became the focus of conversation for the next few minutes. I could see a change in the way the guys were looking at me, and saw a few twitches of their cocks. At one point my husband commented that my blow jobs were amazing, and Phil asked me, “Would you let me watch while you give one?” I honestly didn’t know how to answer, so looked at my husband, who said, “No objections here!” What hubby wants, etc, so I went and kneeled on the floor in front of my husband while Phil moved next to him on the couch.
Having over 10 years experience with this cock, I immediately began to apply my skills. I started licking and teasing my husband, rapidly bringing him to a full erection. After a few minutes I remembered I had an audience, and made eye contact with Phil. He was watching intently, and commented that I definitely looked like I knew what I was doing. I could see that he was also at full-mast, and following my gaze he asked if I would mind if he touched himself while I gave my husband the blowjob. He began to gently stroke his cock and tug on his balls, and I alternated eye contact between my husband and him as I continued my work.
After about 15 minutes, Phil said, “Damn, this is torture.” My husband looked at me and said, “We can’t have our guest suffering, can we?” It took me a second to process what he was suggesting. Now, I’ve always been the submissive type in our sexual relationship, and know how to take direction. I gave my husband a look that asked, “are you sure?”, and he gave me a nod. I shifted over to between Phil’s legs, and did a slow lick up his balls and shaft to the head of his cock. The length and girth are very similar to my husband’s, yet I immediately felt I was in new territory. Phil groaned as I took the head of his cock between my lips and swirled my tongue around it. I saw the look of pleasure on my husband’s face, and knew I was making both guys very happy. I gave him a good oral teasing for the next 10 minutes. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding. She’s a pro with that mouth.”, Phil said to my husband.
My husband stood up next to me, and told Phil to do the same. “One in each hand”, he said. I started alternating between the two cocks, duplicating the move on one with the other. A lick up the shaft, swirling my tongue around the head, sucking on a ball – each guy got equal attention. They both moved closer to me, and their cocks came together. Before I realized what I was doing, I was giving my first double-barrel blow job. Both cocks in my mouth, my tongue working around and between them. This went on for about 5 minutes, and I heard Phil say, “I’m going to blow!” Almost simultaneously both cocks started spurting into my mouth. I kept licking and swallowing, realizing how big these loads were. I looked up at the two guys standing over me, their partially-deflating cocks dripping cum onto my tits. “That was intense”, was all I could come up with.
My husband said I couldn’t be neglected, so put me on the couch and spread my legs. As Phil watched, my husband put his mouth against my pussy and started licking, bringing me to orgasm twice. “One for each of us”, he said. After that, we finished the wine, and Phil commented on my oral talents some more. It wasn’t at all awkward, and the open sexuality between the three of us was actually very comfortable.
“We’ll do this again, right?”, said my husband. My answer – definitely!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10486za/how_we_became_swingers_mfm