Our First Swing – Part 2 [FMF]

I woke up the next morning and found the bed empty. That’s not unusual. My wife almost always wakes up earlier than me. I’m not a morning person by any stretch. I’m groggy and disoriented for the first few minutes after I wake up.

I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen. What I saw woke me up fast. My wife, Mary, and Jenni all standing around the kitchen island, coffee mugs in hand, naked from head to toe.

I suddenly remembered last night. My wife and I having sex in front of our friends in the hot tub. Mary jokingly declaring the cabin a clothing optional resort. Jenni rubbing herself to orgasm not two feet away from me. In my morning fog I hadn’t been thinking about any of that, but seeing those three women greeting me wearing only sheepish smiles, it all came back.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” my wife teased.

“I think he would have woken up earlier if he knew what our outfits of the day would look like,” Jenni joked.

I couldn’t peel my eyes away from their bodies, nor was I trying to pretend to. Jenni’s small but perky boobs, Mary’s dark skin and curvy hips. My wife’s body, which I never tired of seeing.

“I’ll be honest, I totally forgot about the new cabin rules,” I managed to get out as I perked up.

My wife came over and gave me a good morning hug. We usually stand in the kitchen and hug for 10 to 20 seconds to start our day. It’s a nice reset. Usually we have clothes on, however. After she pulled away, Mary hesitantly asked if she can get a hug too. I wasn’t going to say no. She pressed her body up against mine and I wrapped my arms around her lower back. Nothing too obviously sexual, but there was no denying that it was more than a friendly hug. Jenni came over and did the same.

I was fully clothed, wearing loose pajama pants and a t shirt. I’m sure I looked comically casual next to three gorgeous naked women. “Go wash up, get into the required cabin uniform, and I’ll make your coffee,” my wife suggested.

I’m a man, and I react as one. I was fully hard by this point of course. And my pajama pants were doing nothing to hide it of course. “Uhhhhhh,” I hesitated.

My wife laughed. She tapped my dick over my pants and said, “Don’t worry about that. You should have seen Oliver earlier. Poor guy probably didn’t have much blood left over for the rest of his body.”

That got a laugh out of the other two. I had forgotten about him. They explained he woke up earlier, had coffee, and went out to pick up some supplies for lunch. I was still hesitant about walking around naked with a pole sticking out of my front, but certainly wasn’t going to say no now. I went back to our room, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed up, and came back out nude.

There was no hiding it and all three women let out some over the top catcalls as I entered the living room. My wife laid down a small towel on the couch and I sat down with a cup of coffee in hand. Surprisingly, the morning conversation was about as normal as could be expected, considering the circumstances. My wife sat next to me, with a hand idly on my thigh most of the time. As she finished her coffee she got up and announced that she was going to shower. Normally I’d join her, but I was still working on my coffee.

Then she decided to shock me for a second time that morning. “Babe, you can’t walk around with that all day. You can poke someone’s eye out.” Then turning to her friends, “Jenni, you wouldn’t mind helping him release a bit of steam, would you?”

“Of course not, anything for a friend,” Jenni replied with a wide smile.

It was clear from their tones that this was something they had already planned when I wasn’t there. I looked to my wife, with what I can only assume was an incredulous look on my wife. She just smiled and told me to have fun as she waltzed over to the bathroom.

A moment later Jenni moved over to take my wife’s place place right next to me. She was turned slightly towards me, and her left breast pressed up against my arm. Making the most obvious and cheesy joke possible, she looked down at my dick and said, “Looks like you’re happy to see me.”

Between the 5 of us, lame jokes like that are a constant. We’re constantly ribbing each other and one-upping each other with more obnoxious dad jokes. Normally I would have retorted something clever back. But under the current circumstances, my mind wasn’t operating at full capacity. I just chuckled a bit and put an arm around her back.

She slowly traced her right hand up my thigh. Her skin on mine felt electric. She reached the top of my leg, and with a moment’s hesitation, reached out and lightly grabbed my dick in her small hand. I’d obviously felt a hand on my dick before. But this was somehow on a whole new level. I tend to not be very quiet during sexual activities. I leaned back, my eyes rolled back and I let out a long, low moan, which she seemed to appreciate.

“Your wife mentioned you guys have been talking about swinging for a while,” she whispered as she began to slowly stroke up and down my cock.

All I could do was nod in response.

“Maybe we could help with that,” she said in a newfound seductive tone.

Mary was sitting across from us in the living room, watching us as if she was watching the morning news. “What do you think Mary? Are we all getting our swinger cherries popped this weekend?” Jenni asked with a laugh.

Mary walked over and sat on my other side, pressing her body close to mine. “I’d have to make sure with Oliver, but I don’t see him saying no if he’s getting in on the fun too of course,” she replied. She paused a second, then made a show out of looking at my dick as her friend continued to stroke me. “I really hope he’s ok with it. Because I really want to feel that inside of me.”

I don’t know how I didn’t erupt immediately after hearing that. I rested my left hand on Mary’s thigh, inches away from her pussy. She gave me a sly smile and said, “Don’t be bad.” She then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “We can be really bad later when everyone is on board.”

“Fuck,” was all I could manage to say. I was in an entirely different realm of pleasure. Two women I considered good friends, totally naked with me, one of them slowly stroking me as the other talked about wanting to go even further.

I turned to Jennni and our eyes met. “I want to fuck you both,” I moaned out to her.

“You will,” she responded.

I reached between her legs and found her pussy dripping wet. This was my first time ever touching a woman’s pussy besides my wife’s. It was simultaneously new and familiar. I stroked up and down her lips a few times, getting her wetness on my fingers, before I touched her clit. Her entire body spasmed at the touch.

Now, as much as I enjoy being touched, I absolutely love playing with a woman’s pussy and making her cum. I lightly rubbed her clit in circles, trying to see what she reacts to. I eventually found a rhythm, her hips rotating in conjunction with my touches. She still had a hand lightly holding my dick, but by now her eyes were closed, her head back, and she was clearly focusing on the sensations between her legs.

I picked up the pace slightly, with one hand on her clit and the other grabbing and playing with her boobs. “Fuck! I’m going to cum!” she moaned out. I continued at it, aware that now would not be the time to try something new. I felt her entire body shudder, her leg muscles contracted, and let out a series of gutteral sounds that had no meaning as she came.

As she came down from her orgasm, I leaned back into my seat. I looked back towards Mary on my other side, who had been watching us intently the entire time. I was of course still hard as a rock, my dick sticking up towards the ceiling. I didn’t expect what came next. Mary reached out and grabbed my dick without warning.

“What happened to waiting to make sure everyone is ok with it?” I asked.

“A small grab or two is only practice. Just in case.” she replied with a mischievous smile.

She rubbed her thumb over and around my head slowly. We had locked eyes, desire clearly burning in both of us, but both of us cognizant of not going too far without my wife and her boyfriend there.

“I can’t wait to have you on top of me. Feeling your tight pussy all around my dick.”

“I’ve never been with someone as big as you. I want to feel you stretch me out.”

“I’m not going to last long right now,” I warned her.

“Good, I want you to cum,” she said, barely above a whisper.

With that, while maintaining eye contact she lowered her head slowly until she was inches from my dick. She hesitated, as if waiting for me to stop her. I wasn’t going to.

She licked my dick, a long, slow lick from the base to the top. She opened her mouth and in one movement, took all of me into her mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I almost yelled. With her bending over to suck me, I could reach over and finger her pussy from behind. I felt how wet she was and put a finger inside her, earning a muffled moan as she sucked me.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I warned her. She pulled off my dick a moment before I came. Ropes of cum shot out and onto my chest as orgasm overtook me.

We had probably crossed a line, but neither one of us cared in that moment. As my orgasm subsided, she lightly stroked my softening dick.

“I can’t wait to have that thing in me,” she said seductively.

“Me too,” chimed in Jenni, who I had forgotten was even there.

I was very much looking forward to that evening.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/125za4m/our_first_swing_part_2_fmf