It was summer of 2019. My wife Alice and I (my name's Jeff) hadn't made love for what must have been two months. Alice took our son on a trip to visit her parents one weekend, and I was especially horny after a beer and surfing porn. I downloaded a swinger app to my phone and the next thing I know I'm at this lady's house about 30 minutes away. I literally had nothing going on that evening except plans to get drunk and spank, but this sounded more fun. It felt like I was never going to get laid otherwise.
Before I knew it, I was in her bedroom, we both got seriously buzzed off of some cheap vodka (the only bottle I could get my hands on at short notice, her request), and I was between her legs face first trying to get her to cum. I had two fingers inside, rubbing on her g-spot, licking away at her clit, trying to get her to cum. After about 15 minutes, she told me to fuck her doggystyle. I'm reaching for a condom and she's like, "Fuck me raw!"
I say, "I'm married. I'm not trying to get any STDs. Sorry."
"No condom, or no sex. I don't have any of those STDs," she says.
I'm thinking, 'interesting grammar.' Anyway, I go ahead and go raw. I need this. So, I'm fucking away at her loose pussy, trying to maintain an erection with the vodka buzz (I hadn't planned on getting laid...if I had, I would have laid off) and lack of friction (truth be told, I'm six inches on a good day, and average thickness...nothing to write home about).
Then she asks me to start slapping her body. Slap her ass, slap her back, slap her tits...just avoid anything neck or above, or arms or legs. So I start slapping away. Slap her tits, slap her ass, slapping her back. Slapping so much, slapping so hard, my erection's gone from all the blood in my hands from all the slapping (not to mention slapping just isn't my thing).
Finally she gives me a break from all the slapping. I feed her my cock, and I find that when I go real deep, I get nice and hard. I'm stabbing her throat with my average cock, and then it's back to fucking again.
I'm fucking her doggystyle, then I pull out, spit in my hand and lube up my dick, and then I stab her in the ass.
"Ungh!" she grunts, as I push all the way in. I begin to fuck away in her backdoor. But even her asshole is loose.
I'm fucking, I'm fucking, and then I'm losing my erection again. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' I ask myself.
This is my first extramarital affair. I have a feeling between the alcohol, her loose orifices, and my inexperience, it's just not my scene. At least not tonight.
I put it back in her mouth. She's a dirty slut like that. She handles the ass-to-mouth like her shitter is cleaned out like a pro. Once I'm good and hard, back in her shitter.
Inside of a minute, I'm limp again. Jesus fuck!
She tells me to start slapping her again. Slap! Slap! Slap! God, the discomfort in my hands is building. What's the matter with this bitch? Who asks to get slapped around like this? Fucking masochist bitch.
Finally, at one point, I'm back in her pussy, fucking missionary and I'm banging it out. Not fully erect, but erect enough to get the friction and get it done. I got the "white man's overbite," I'm grunting like an idiot trying to get his nut out, obviously not turned on enough despite the circumstances, and at last I cum inside her twat. Hope she's on the pill.
"Slap my back!"
Fuck. So I slap away. I got mine. I can't wait till this is over. I'm fucking tired. We finally pass out on her king size bed, black sheets. Wild.
Next morning, I wake up in her bed. We fuck again. Doing a little better this time. Erection dialed up a little better. Is it from being more sober? Is it because I got my first extramarital fuck out of the way? I treat her body like a playground, fucking her face, her pussy, her ass, back to her face, etc. What a freak!
"Slap my ass!"
I slap her ass, a bunch of times.
"Slap my back!"
Jesus, it never stops. She loves the pain. I go limp again. I can't keep up with this lady. Somehow, I manage to bust another nut before slapping her up some more and then getting out of there.
A few days later, I'm at home one night, rookie mistake, my phone dings while I'm washing the dishes. Of course, I didn't have my phone in my pocket. Who checks my phone but my wife. What does she see? A fucking photo of this bitch's tit with bruises all over it. It didn't matter that I didn't make those bruises. Why the fuck am I getting sexted by some strange bitch? Needless to say, I didn't sleep in my own bed that night. I didn't sleep under my roof. And I haven't since.
After about a month, I get the picture. We're done. Wife hasn't served me papers yet, but she's giving me no sign that things will ever work again. That's about right. She didn't like to fuck anyway. What the fuck am I doing hitched to Mrs. Cold Fish? Sucks for my kid, but what kind of example are we setting by staying married in what I would consider a dysfunctional marriage?
So, I did what any other guy would do... I text my swinger bitch, and it's back to her house. Finally I take a moment to actually take a good look at her. 5'7", not thin but not fat, probably like 150 pounds. She went by Susan. To me, at the time, it was Slut, Bitch, Whore. She liked that. Apparently she had recently gotten divorced from some abusive asshole guy.
Once again, we fuck. It was okay. I can tell she's used to bigger cock. Her pussy is just not as tight as my wife's. Wish my dick was bigger.
She asks if I'm interested in getting with other swingers. I'm like, "Sounds great." I'm already committed to this new lifestyle. I ain't getting sex at home, and who the fuck wouldn't want to fuck other women? The more the better.
Fast forward two evenings later, a couple comes over. They're about our age, early 40s. It's pretty funny when you see them the first time. You think, 'so that's what swingers look like.' Because I'm new at all this, I'm mainly in passive mode. Next thing I know, Susan's on her knees sucking off this swinger guy, Larry. I approach his wife, Dee Dee, who unzips my pants and starts sucking my nervous cock. Again, I realize right away it's not the same as before. Not like with my wife. Why is it so different? What's wrong with me? Is this something like guilt? Fuck my wife. She doesn't put out. I deserve this, I tell myself. Eventually I'm hard, and impatiently waiting to start ramming this anonymous swinger bitch. Incidentally, she's thinner than Susan, maybe 130 pounds, 5'5". Cuter, although she's a brunette... Susan's a blonde.
I look over at Swinger Larry who's eating out Susan like the party player that he is. I'm like, guess it's time to reciprocate. I pull down Dee Dee's skirt to find no undies. Ah... of course. Porn style attire. I have her sit back while I explore her bush. Smells okay. I start eating this snatch like it's where I want to be most in the world. She spreads those legs giving me real access.
After I'm at it and getting really comfortable, I hear that telltale slapping behind me as Lothario Larry is banging Susan doggystyle. Of course, he's got that thick dick. Probably eight inches. What the fuck am I doing? How do I get one of those? The self doubt creeps in. Maybe this was a mistake. I look up and Dee Dee says, "I'm ready for you to fuck me, Jeff. Bend me over like Susan there."
