Returning to the Play Scene, Making a Cumback [Group]

It had been a few months since my husband and I got out to play with other couples. Our last adventure was New Year’s Eve where we swapped with two couples; we chatted with them a bit since, but things ultimately cooled as winter set in and we became busy with work. Spring rolled around, and we each had a renewed sex drive, ready to get back out and be naughty. We were both worried we were rusty, concerned we wouldn’t be able to enjoy the evening as much as past experiences.

We eased into it by heading to the bar Thursday night to meet up with a couple we’ve chatted with before. They’re very chill, and one should always meet couples without expectations. We chatted and eventually the night ended with us swapping for some hot and heavy make-out sessions in the bar. My husband and I fucked so hard that night, confirming this was still something that very much turned us on.

Saturday night rolled around and we dressed in simple warm-weather clothes; a polo for Jim and a summer dress for me. We were going to a party in an unfamiliar venue, so we weren’t entirely sure what the facilities would be like. This is not something to take for granted, and not something newbies may consider. I packed a simple change of clothes in a bag along with condoms, wipes, and then two bottles of liquor.

We arrived to a nice house shortly after the party started; the place was already packed with sexy couples. We signed in and took a tour of the house to see where the lockers, restrooms, bar and play areas were located. As we were hanging up our coats, a couple we chatted with previously (Millie and Chris) spotted us and introduced themselves. The success of an evening like this tends to rest on your ability to meet other couples; you don’t necessarily have to be able to carry on a conversation clothed to have sex, but it makes the transition easier, sometimes.

We chatted and moved to the dance floor for a bit before deciding we were acclimated enough to move to a play area. We started by undressing, the men sitting side-by-side on a couch while the women got on our knees in front of our partners; it didn’t take long before suggestions of swapping came up. One of my favorite parts of this is the first touch from the other partner after all the built-up sexual tension and imagining what each other feels or tastes like.

I took Chris in my mouth and enjoyed hearing him breathe heavily, feeling his cock tense and twitch with each movement, tasting his precum, his hands rubbing my shoulders and traveling to my chest to play with my nipples. After a few minutes, his wife and my husband moved to a mattress, so he and I followed suit. As I laid on my back so he could lick and finger me, I watched my husband finger his wife. She was on all fours and my husband was sitting behind her; she moaned and bucked back and forth, fucking herself with his fingers. While she moaned louder and louder, I felt an orgasm of my own build. My moans became whimpers, my hands grasped tightly onto the mattress, and I lost control of my body as I came, sitting up in the final moment. I smiled at Chris and we kissed, then he and his wife reunited to fuck. As Millie was on her back moaning, I crawled over to kiss her while my husband fingered me from behind; our moans blended and muffled into each others mouths.

It was at this point another couple, Emmett and his wife, moved close to us on the play mats. Millie and I were still kissing when Emmett asked if he could touch me. I nodded and he cupped my breasts and gently squeezed and played with my nipples. Chris and Millie were finished and moved to the other side of the room, my husband going with them, while Emmett and I began to make out. I noticed someone toss my husband a condom and watched Millie mount him. I turned to Emmett who seemed to read my mind; he grabbed a condom, and I lowered myself on him, bouncing while my hands reached up to the low ceiling above my head. After a few minutes, he managed to lift me up and flip me over, back down onto the mattress, in one quick movement, all while still inside me. He lifted my legs over his shoulder and continued to fuck me hard while the room became filled with my shouts of delight. His wife gestured for him, so we disentangled, and I met my husband sitting by the couches in the space. We decided we could both use some fresh air and water, and also, he informed me, another couple we planned to meet just arrived.

We dressed and moved to the bar area where we found our new friends, Kris and Gary. We chatted and walked around the house, becoming acclimated to each other. Sensing my husband and I were the more experienced ones between us four, we took a page from our friends Chris and Millie and suggested we move to a quiet play area. We found an empty room and everyone undressed, the men sitting on the edge of the bed while the women kneeled between their legs. I was surprised by how quickly Gary asked to touch me; if I wasn’t already, I became wet as he flicked at my nipples while I sucked my husband.

I love sharing my body; I get a tremendous amount of satisfaction from just the thought that my body is giving someone pleasure – either by just looking at it, touching it, or experiencing it. Gary shares similar physical traits to my husband, so I was quite eager to play with him, but I didn’t want to pressure or scare him off, so I was thrilled when I heard him ask his wife if a swap was okay. She nodded and stood up so we could switch spots. I started to go down on Gary, and he would lift my head up to kiss him every now and then before stopping so I could take him in my mouth again. We continued this way for a few minutes until he asked if I wanted to switch places with him. I sat up on the bed, which became pretty crowded with two or three more couples.

I’m mostly a submissive and very rarely make suggestions for how to play; as I mentioned, I get off knowing my body is providing my partner pleasure in whatever way they want (within reason, of course). He asked what I wanted to do, and I had to find a way to turn off my submissive mind and remember that he and his wife were new to this. You miss the shots you don’t take, so I whispered in his ear, asking if they were full swap; you never know, and it never hurts to ask! He whispered back that they weren’t ready for that and apologized. I smiled, took his head in my hands, and said that was completely fine, and kissed him, then suggested he could slowly lick me. He was happy to oblige.

I felt him kiss my left thigh, my right thigh, his hands up on my hips, slowly and gently rubbing. He licked me softly, looking up to my face to watch my reactions. He then licked a finger and slowly moved it inside me, and then followed with a second. Space opened on the bed, finally, so I was able to lean back and enjoy him fingering me and alternating with licks and sucking. The only problem with sharing in these situations is you don’t always get to decide when a couple is ready to leave. Just as I started to moan and buckle, his wife was ready to be fucked. She whispered in his ear and they moved to another part of the room to reunite.

I had some pent up energy by now, so I got up towards my husband and bent over the bed, ass in the air, a clear indicator to my husband that I wanted him. As he grabbed hold of me and started pumping feverishly, my moans suddenly masking those of the other women in the room, I looked up and noticed I was face-to-crotch with Emmett from earlier; his wife was just making out with him and then noticed my position. She backed away and Emmett and I made eye contact. He gestured, an implied request for me to blow him.

Spit-roasts are my absolute favorite, and I would never turn it down with partners I wanted. I was more than happy to stuff his cock down my throat while my husband fucked me like there was no tomorrow. With each thrust from my husband, my head bobbed on Emmett’s erection, my moans muffled, and I was unable to completely inhale all the way, which was so hot to me, and only contributed more to the building orgasm I was experiencing.

I never once let Emmett’s dick out of my mouth; I’ve learned the trick to deep throat while still being able to breathe and swallow, though it isn’t always easy. From the corner of my eye, I saw a few of the people sharing the bed with us watching, which fed my orgasm even more. I was whimpering and grunting and squealing, giving it to my husband as good as I was getting, and just as my husband came, I was also experiencing my release.

My husband pulled out, and I pulled my mouth off Emmett, taking a deep breath, my first since we started. Emmett proclaimed, “you two are so sexy!” I smiled sincerely; I take great pride in my blow jobs. It was at this moment a couple, friends of Emmett and his wife, entered the room. They greeted each other, Emmett having moved back to fucking his wife, while the new couple made their way to my husband and me.

The wife and my husband chatted briefly before he slipped on a condom; she stood against the foot of the bed while my husband began to fuck her from behind. Her husband, whose name I was unable to get, and I stood in the corner, skipping chit chat and moving straight to kissing. He put his hands on either side of my head, fingers in my hair, and we kissed while slowly moving backwards to the bed. He sat down and played with my breasts for a moment before I kneeled to blow him. The moment I took him in my mouth and towards my throat, I heard him gasp and sigh “woooow” in a long, drawn out, distracted way. Later, my husband told me the man turned to his wife, still being fucked by my husband, and told her how good I was at sucking him off, and he felt proud of me. “Good job, honey”, was his literal thought, he said. I love this man!

My husband and his wife finished playing, so she and I shared her husband’s dick, both of us sucking and licking together, while my husband spanked me and played with me from behind with his fingers. Then the husband leaned back on the bed, and his wife brought over a condom and slipped it on for him. He grabbed and lifted me up so I could lower myself onto him; as my username implies, I’m short and petite, so it’s not difficult for me to be lifted and carried. As I bounced away, he lifted me up a few times to push me down further onto him, forcing a strong moan from me each time.

Not long after, I noticed my husband was sitting across from us watching. One very important thing required for these kinds of interactions is communication with your partner, and putting them first always. Uneasy with my husband, for all intents and purposes, being done with the evening, while I was still fucking away, I politely excused myself and left the bed. My husband later told me he had no issue watching me; he didn’t want my fun to end just because he was done. I still consider us fairly new to this game, but I’m happy with my decision to stop playing and reunite with my husband, even if he didn’t expect it.

We dressed and left the play room, running into Kris and Gary in the bar area. We hugged and exchanged goodbyes, wishing each other a good night. I checked on them later to make sure they had a good night since this was their first party, and they were happy they came out to meet us and play. I’m hopeful we get to meet with them again; I felt we had a great four way connection, in addition to Millie and Chris.

My husband and I left the house and walked to our car. Once I setup my phone with the directions to home, we recounted the evening, commenting on how busy we were and how much fun we had. We hadn’t had much luck in the past with women and their techniques with my husband, so I was in heaven to know he came multiple times with other women during the course of the night. Once home, we showered and drank some water, then finally went to sleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bap9he/returning_to_the_play_scene_making_a_cumback_group