A Swinger Story, pt 3 [MFFM, 30s] [group sex] [swingers]

“Mmmm, please do,” I said softly as I stretched out on the bed, still coming down from my orgasm. They walked over to the other side of the bed, climbing up next to us with Cass laid out next to me. I reached over, running my hand down her arm, savoring the feeling of the softness of her skin. Reaching up, I played with her nipple, rubbing it between my fingers and giving it a little tug before letting it go.

I watched as my husband knelt between her legs, burying his face in her pussy and making her moan softly, pushing her hips up toward him in response.

James continued lazily moving his fingers in and out of me, watching them play as he circled my sensitive clit with his thumb. I reached down, pulling his face up to mine for a kiss before whispering in his ear, “I need your cock in my mouth, now.”

A Swinger Story, pt 2 [MFFM, 30s] [group sex] [swingers]

Once upstairs, he placed me onto the bed, immediately climbing on top of me and continuing to kiss, lick and bite all over my neck, breasts, collarbone and stomach.

I felt him slowly sliding his hand up my thigh, palming my pussy that was already aching with desire. He held pressure there, not moving it to give me the sensation I needed, but just enough to tease me. I groaned and arched my back as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him back up to kiss me again.
I felt the pressure of his body lift as he sat up and removed his shirt, observing my semi-naked body with a look of lust and a smirk on his face.

Slowly, he inched down the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down but leaving my purple lace thong in place. I lifted my hips, letting him pull them off my legs and toss them onto the floor.

He repositioned himself between my legs, kissing my inner thighs and making me moan and writhe around, arching my back to get myself closer to his face. I knew he wasn’t going to make it that easy, though.

A Swinger Story, Pt 1 [MFFM, 30’s] [group] [swingers]

From the corner of my eye, I watched as her hand roamed up and down his leg. He shifted his legs apart slightly, allowing room for what I knew was a growing erection. His eyes straight forward, focused but not focused on the movie on the screen. His arm loosely draped around her shoulders.

He turned his head slightly, catching me looking at him. We made eye contact and he smiled, mouthing the words “I love you.” I returned the smile and phrase in kind.

I turned my attention back to the movie, like him I was watching but was paying far more attention to the person sitting on the other side of me.

I repositioned myself slightly, my legs folded up under me, leaning into him and placing my hand next to his leg, barely touching the seam of his black jeans. I ran my pinky up and down the seam a few times, barely grazing it but with enough pressure to be sure it would be lighting his senses on fire. He, much like my husband had, also spread his legs apart slightly, almost unconsciously, at my touch.