Swinger friends [MF] convince us [MF] to join them [Group] – Part 3

[(Part 1 is the long backstory)](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bi0yuh/swinger_friends_mf_convince_us_mf_to_join_them/)

[(Part 2 is shorter backstory and the first round.)](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bi15y6/swinger_friends_mf_convince_us_mf_to_join_them/)

We sat on the back porch for a minute, had another drink, and passed the bong around one more time before gathering in the living room to enjoy some chocolate covered strawberries (yum) and oranges (meh). We laughed about some missteps (I knelt on Ashley’s long blonde hair at least once) and generally talked about how hot the whole thing was. We also talked about some of Tom and Ashley’s past adventures and they told us about a friend of theirs that Elizabeth and I would apparently love.

When dessert was finished, drinks consumed and dishes cleared, we ended up back in the living room. Tom was stretched out with Elizabeth on the couch, and Ashley sat with me on the love seat. I was sitting normally and Ashley had her back against the arm rest with her legs laying across my lap. I couldn’t help but notice her perky nipples straining against her thin t-shirt, begging to be touched. Ashley watched as I reached out to cup her breast and rub a thumb over her nipple. She let out a soft “mmm,” looked at me, and sort of bit her lower lip; an invitation if I’ve ever seen one. I pulled her into my lap and very quickly we were casually making out on the couch.

Swinger friends [MF] convince us [MF] to join them [Group] – Part 2

(If you’re just joining us, [Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bi0yuh/swinger_friends_mf_convince_us_mf_to_join_them/?) consisted of making an agreement to get together for everybody to fuck. My wife Elizabeth and I just finished having some phone sex.)

I could only laugh at her reaction, because I’d been aboard the Edging Train long enough to know exactly what she was talking about. Unfortunately for me, I had neglected my job for long enough that I couldn’t really do anything about my own situation at the moment, so we finished our conversation with the promise of me taking a video of finishing myself off in the bathroom for her later viewing pleasure. Even with the delay, once I finally did get the opportunity to take that video, I was still worked up enough that it took maybe a minute for me to come.

Once I got home we talked over the whole situation again, shared our respective texts (and my video) and, like the good husband I am, I fulfilled her fantasy of straddling her chest, fucking her eagerly awaiting mouth, and unleashing an absolute torrent of cum down her throat. (I kinda have to ruin that here, because she ended up spitting it out, but I’m happy to report that instead of a firm “never again” she concluded that she just needs to “work on it” – I guess we’ll just have to practice!) There was just something about the illicit, near cheating-like quality of the conversations we were having about fucking this other couple that was keeping us both in a constant state of arousal.

Swinger friends [MF] convince us [MF] to join them [Group] – Part 1

(This started off as a way for my wife and I to share our perspectives with each other after a pretty wild experience, but we decided to share and it kinda morphed into this behemoth that is just slightly too big for a single post. Part 1 is mostly background. The real action is in [Part 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bi15y6/swinger_friends_mf_convince_us_mf_to_join_them/?).)

I’ve been friends with Tom for about 20 years now, so I was naturally invited when he married a cute blonde girl named Ashley a few years ago. Their relationship always seemed to have an adventurous bent to it; honeymoon abroad, camping, hiking, mud runs. They were always doing something, but otherwise their relationship seemed to be relatively normal for a couple in their prime. I also knew that Ashley had something of a wild side to her during her college years, based on some stories Tom told during our irregular get-togethers. That side of her seemed to bleed over to him as well, given that they started doing things like going to nude beaches and attending invite-only “poker parties” where Ashley would serve drinks to the guys in attendance, wearing skimpy clothing and sitting in the laps of anybody willing to tip her with enough poker chips, all with Tom’s blessing.