My husband and I had tried swinging a few times. It had always been us with another couple. A couple of times in the beginning I had backed out when I was not turned on by the guy. Too short, too fat, not attractive enough, or maybe I just didn't like his personality.
Jim had always encouraged me, even when I showed disinterest, to participate. He might try getting me to fool around with the girl hoping to ease my inhibitions. He might perform for me, doing things that he knew turned me on.
At first, it was subtle, in my ears, for me alone to hear but he became more and more obvious in his goading.
I became more and more willing to try and the breakthrough came one night when we had met up with a couple, we had met at a swinger's website. She was tall, only slightly overweight with long, pretty red hair and enormous tits. He was shorter, chubby and balding.
To say I was not interested was an understatement.
Jim tried a new tact that night. He introduced me and offered Cheri a drink. He offered nothing to Art or me.
We were all standing in the center of our family room when Jim too Cheri's hand and led her to the sofa, leaving Art and me standing alone in front of them and before I could protest, he told Art "Take her, man".
I don't know what my face looked like, but immediately, terror welled within me. Cheri, however, picked up her drink and leaned back into the plush sofa putting the glass to her lips with a smile.
Apparently, whatever was happening, at least she was in on it. I soon found out Art was in on Jim's plan too.
Jim and Cheri sat on the sofa sipping their drinks and watching calmly as Art moved behind me, placing his hands on my hips and gently massaging as his hands worked up and down in the curve of my waist. Slowly, with firm pressure he inched upward toward my breasts with each stroke. There was a deliberate force as he worked his way up. He would not be refused.
I had no interest at all in him. I looked to Jim with pleading in my eyes. He looked directly into my eyes and almost imperceptibly nodded for me to continue. There was no rescue there. He smiled as he knew I suddenly realized that this was going to happen unless I stopped it.
I had always been shy, and avoided all confrontation at all cost. I had always counted on Jim to stop anything that I didn't want to do. All I had to do was find a way to let him know. But not this time. He knew I would go through with it whether I liked it or not.
Art's hands brushed the underside of my breasts and he was kissing at my neck. I felt anger at Jim for forcing me to do this. I felt anger at Art for knowingly being a part of it. I was angry at Cheri for sitting there with my boyfriend watching this old man, her old man, fondle my breasts.
I closed my eyes and let him kiss my neck and cup my breasts firmly in his hands. I felt his warm breath on my neck. I felt the pressure on my breasts. I felt his tongue slide up my neck to the base of my ear. It was slimy and wet. He nibbled on my earlobe and massaged it with his wet tongue. I felt his saliva creep down my neck.
Suddenly, he pulled me tight against him and he ripped the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts to Jim and Cheri. They just sat there with their stupid drinks and watched. I closed my eyes again and let him touch the bare skin of my exposed breasts. He cupped them, as if presenting them for display and his hands slid toward my nipples and pinched each between his fingertips.
He began to gently knead them as the nibbling on my earlobes became more intense. Then he clamped his teeth on the dangling, fleshy part of my lobe. His teeth carried an insistence and he didn't stop. He held the pressure as if testing me, and when I didn't flinch, he clamped own just a bit harder.
I involuntarily moaned and felt my shoulder lift slightly to press his head more tightly against the side of my face.
Again, he held the pressure waiting for protest from me. In fact, I leaned back against him, letting him support a part of my body's weight as my legs relaxed ever so slightly.
He pinched my nipples harder and twisted them between his fingers, drawing my attention away from my ear. It was a slight burning pain as he twisted them forcefully. And then, he bit just a little harder on my ear. For several moments, he trained pressure on my two most erogenous zones, my earlobes and my nipples. Back and forth the different, but similar burning as more and more intense pressure was applied.
I could feel myself getting excited. I felt that tingling in my pussy. I knew I was getting wet as I arched my back, subconsciously presenting my pussy for him.
One hand stayed on my nipple as the other slid slowly down my stomach to the edge of my panties. His fingers stopped there and began to work side to side, tracing the line of my panties but never crossing over.
I could take it no longer. I put one hand on his and pushed it down to my shaved pussy as my other pulled my panties down. I thrust my pussy forward simultaneously and as his fingers grazed my wet vagina, I almost exploded.
I covered his hand with mine and guided his fingers to the spots I liked best. Just above the clitoris, where firm pressure stretches the skin and provides gentle stimulus to the clit. Along the opening, then inside below the clit, but never touching the clit.
I love stimulus all around the clit, but have to be ready to enjoy direct clitoral stimulation and I wasn't there yet. I was, however, giving him a crash course in what I do like.
