Dead Swinger Part 11

I roll over, my hand discovers Grant's side of the bed is empty; I groggily twist my neck to check the clock on the nightstand, 8:17, I pull his pillow down to cuddle; my nostrils inhaling his scent. I try without success to return to slumber.

I shower and put on a bright yellow bold print red an orange flowered, strapless, sleeveless, summer dress and white sandals. After calling the precinct, to be sure I'm not needed. I decide to go for coffee and bagel and plan my day.

One route, I wonder if the waitress is still at Simone's, or maybe I should call Marg.

Gene pops into my mind as I park. If we join the club all those persons will soon be readily available; I consider what to say to Gene as I wait in line to order.

I get my Latte and bagel; I choose an empty table in front of the window.

I have a bite of my bagel; turning on my phone, intending to call Gene, I notice Grant has texted: Hey Babe text me when you're awake.

Out the corner of my eye I notice the middle age sexy couple parking their bicycles. They're both wearing white tennis shorts; he has a pale green short sleeved golf shirt; her top is similar in color but is a loose cotton blouse, I think it's cute they're dressed somewhat alike. They spot me and I smile as they enter, the woman approaches as her hubby goes to the counter.

"May we join you?" She leans forward, both top buttons are undone, I'm delighted to see her braless ample cleavage.

"Yes, please do;" I nod. "I actually am pleased to see you." I touch the back of the chair beside me. "Sorry, I was in a hurry yesterday, I had an appointment, I'm Teresa, I regretted not taking the time to exchange numbers, I have never been propositioned by a sexy couple and you're sensationally stunning." I extend my hand as she smiles taking a seat.

"I'm Darlene, this is Marcel." He sets down 2 coffee and croissants. My eyes are attracted to the nice package visibly outlined down the left side of his shorts.

{'it must peek past the hem if he gets aroused'}

Our eyes connect, he has kind blue eyes, he holds my hand as he takes a seat across the table, they both appear to be in great shape, fortyish, both have dark tans.

She has a boyish type short cropped, wash and wear type, dark brown hair; it looks cute on her round face. A great figure, a little padding, not heavy, just not thin and tight, very voluptuous. They both exude an alluring aura, combined with a bright, cheery, fun-loving persona.

Marcel releases my hand but maintains intense eye contact. "Mmmm, I think the pleasure's mine, I hope our proposition is the reason you're here." I notice a glint in his eye, he wiggles his eyebrows; he has a very mischievous grin accenting his teasing demeanor.

I don't verbally respond, but I nod slightly as I look each of them in the eye.

"We're real estate agents, just finishing our 1-week staycation. We travel in the winter, but every year at this time we take a week to simply relax and regenerate, before conquering the busy fall market."

Darlene sets her croissant down, swallows, wipes her lips with a napkin, smiles and asks. "And you Teresa, how is it you're not working? I notice a wedding ring, I thought all young women needed a job or career these days, to make ends meet."

Obviously implying curiosity about my relationship.

"Oh, I'm a police detective, I have a couple days off, my husband Grant owns a computer company." I finish my bagel and continue. "Recently I investigated a crime that happened at a swingers party; long story short, the interview stories activated my dormant libido and resulted in a threesome with my husband and work partner, we applied to join that swing club."

"Oh wow," Darlene gasps, taking Marcel's hand. "So, you did return to hook up?" More of a statement than a question. "We often have to work hard to seduce a gal to join us, this is a great gift." She finishes her croissant.

Marcel interjects; "We live close, a couple blocks west, and most definitely are interested, Darlene's right; this seems too good to be true. You're not transexual, have a dick, or something weird, are you?" Marcel chuckles.

"Nope, actually we've been quite naive; we're just getting started, still testing the waters so to speak." I take gulp and look into Marcel's eyes; "I believe I may be a nymphomaniac; and was unaware of my true sexual identity until recently."

He twists in his seat looking to Darlene, "Oh my, I'm getting aroused, I better go, before I can't walk," Marcel chuckles.

"Me too, my bike seats gonna need wiping dry."

Knowing we are all envisioning the same thing, I smile, "Well, I'm certainly ready, lead the way." We exit together, I follow them.

On route Grant texts: Are you going to Simone's?

I call him hands free; No, I'm actually just following a couple home, I was propositioned in the coffee shop, I'll share details later, we're just arriving, I love you lots.

Grant texts: Love you more, have fun, I truly mean that. Later my love, {3 bulging heart emojis}

I'm slightly anxious, but tremendously excited.

I park out front, Marcel's waiting by the garage, Darlene comes to meet me, and we walk up the driveway together, we enter a modest looking house, beautifully decorated inside.

"Would you like a beverage?" Marcel asks as we enter the living room.

"No thanks." I reply. "Beautiful home, we're still in our first apartment."

Marcel returns and pours out some pre prepared Margaritas.

Darlene sits on the sofa tapping the cushion beside her, gesturing I join her.

"Teresa, do you have anywhere you have to be? Do we have time to get acquainted or are you wanting to get right to it."

"Wow, well, I don't have anywhere to be, but to be honest, this is my first time without Grant, and a tad timid." I nervously chuckle.

"Do you partake?" Marcel holds up a joint. "Or do you need to abstain being an officer?"

"Yes, I partake, it's as legal as alcohol now." I smile, "I started young, before it was legal and I never stopped, it was my only vice before now." I giggle, placing my hand on his knee; I've never touched a hairy leg, it's enticing, yet somewhat comforting; I'm nervous but very excited to continue this promiscuous endeavor.

He lights it and passes it to me, I toke and hand it to Darlene, she smiles brightly, takes a deep, long toke, holds it, looks to the ceiling, as the excess smoke drifts upward, she asks. "What's your sexual preferences Teresa?"

I retake the weed. "I'm partial to lesbian, light bondage, and lately really enjoying anal, especially DP's."

"Mmm nice, mine is absolutely lesbian, and Marcel's favorite is anal, I often fantasize about bondage. Marcel's spanked me and tied me to the bed, I was ecstatic, really enjoyed it; but Marcel can't bring himself to inflict much pain."

I notice Marcels one eyed snake is visible under the bottom edge of his shorts, peeking past the hem of the thin fabric, he's not fully hard, but it's firming and straining.

"Better release that beast Marcel, you might rip your shorts I giggle." I wink at Darlene. "I'm intrigued; nothing I haven't seen before, well similar," I rub his bulge, "this feels impressive, it looks like a long one, extra special for anal delivery." I tease.

{'Good weed I'm feeling more relaxed, uninhibited and frisky.'}

I put my other hand on Darlene's thigh. "Grant's a voyeur, he loves watching, he has learned a lot about BDSM, he's not demeaning, nothing sadistic, a gentle mixture of pain and pleasure. Cuffs, blindfold, spanking, swatting, nipple clamps, that sort of stuff; He gave me a wicked episode using household items before we ordered the real stuff online."

"That sounds exactly what I'd like to try," Darlene blushes, giggling. "Does he make house calls?"

"I'll ask; I'm sure he'd be delighted; especially if he can record it for future masturbation action."

Her face expression changes her eyes, widen, I see the lust, she puts her hand on the back of my neck, fingers in in my hair; I mimic her my fingers around Darlene's neck and lean to her; maintaining eye contact.

thumbs earlobes

leans to me. I anticipate a kiss

Licks my lip, tip grazes my crease, open my mouth anticipating a tongue duel, sucks my lower.

"Please stand."

I sense she wants me to make the first move.

Her eyes gaze into mine with a longing look. I sense her desire, and we lock mouths.

Her fingers delicately glide over my breasts, down to the hem of my dress, fingers back of my legs, her thumbs out front. Barely touching, they simultaneous rise, taking the cotton fabric with them. She pauses as her fingertips get to my ass cheeks, a gentle squeeze. Our tongues swirl: her hands move forward, thumbs on my inner thighs right at the crease where my thighs meet my vulva. Another pause, I anticipate her thumbs to inspect my labia. The excitement of anticipation is exquisite; she's got me elevated to a frenzied, desirous state; I'm putty in her hands, I'm hers, she could ask me to do anything, and I would comply, I'm so extremely aroused. I look past her, thinking Marcell would be on the sofa, tugging his dick, I wanted to gauge his length, he isn't anywhere visible.

Gliding higher Darlene's thumbs gingerly press my outer mounds together, I'm sure I heard a squishing sound. Twice more she presses them together before her hands go to my waist.

Moving around to my lower back her hands pull me as her thigh firmly presses between my legs. A gentle pumping creates me to emit a sigh, my knees bend slightly and my thigh's part.

She is giving me a lust filled, wide eyed, sultry stare. Her hands continue upward, following my hourglass figure, as they get to my armpits, I raise my arms, she removes my dress and tosses it aside. Her mouth locks to mine as her leg continues mashing my vulva, I'm thoroughly enjoying this licentious behavior. She suddenly steps back, I'm dumfounded, left wanting more. She speaks. "Ahh, so gorgeous, such a sexy body, I'm bewitched. She seductively undoes a button on her blouse, giving me that sultry, sexy, lust filled stare, another button. My eyes are riveted to the valley, awaiting the revealing of her nipples. She flips the last button open.

She teases me, holding the material she slightly opens, just to the edge of her areoles, knowing I'm salivating; she reaches to me, touches my boob an action that could be construed as young child touching snow for the first time. She pushes my hard nipple straight in, then her fingertips cradling my erect nipple, her thumb comes to the top, softly squeezing then rolling. Oh shit, it is tremendously tantalizing, an unusual, an isolated but very sexy gesture. Then still maintaining eye contact, her fingers mimic a similar action on each of my labia. Tugging, twisting

I move under her blouse and am rewarded with an erect nipple, I feel several little pimples, like braille bumps on her extremely dark areole as I circle her nipple with my forefinger. I tease the hard protrusion with my nail, circling then gingerly scraping the sides. She sighs a quiet moan, as we embrace, searching each other's mouths. Her fingers gently squeeze my nipple, my fingers are reciprocating similarly.

"Damn, those are spectacular." Marcel comments, he reappears standing naked by his wife.

It is a decent dick, fully erect, pointing upward, likely 9" very white, with a red knob, his notable tan line indicates he wears bikini briefs. As the saying goes, it's straight as an arrow, but it looks more like a torpedo. Marcel is slowly stroking himself, but in a uniquely way, his left finger and thumb are pinching around the middle, he tugs his outer loose skin toward the tip, once he gets to his corona he returns to the center; not sliding, the skin bunching. He doesn't have the girth of Grant, but easily an inch longer; I wonder how it will feel in my anus. Ooooo, I can't wait to find out. I'm ecstatic, about to participate in my first lewd, extra marital threesome encounter.

Darlene opens her eyes and moves her mouth over my left tit. Marcel removes Darlene's blouse, and we teasingly jostle for possession of Darlene's boob. He permits me, and he suckles my other nipple.

I run my fingers up her thigh to her vulva, fingering her slit through her shorts, especially her clitoral area. Be the size, I surmise it's Marcel's knuckle grazing my inner lips. My fingers go inside her shorts, seeking her entrance; Darlene lowers her shorts as my finger delicately run the edge of her wet labia.

My forefinger separates Darlene's slick labia, and I wiggle my middle 2 fingers along her smooth inner lips. I feel her weaken, hear a deep sigh, Marcel has penetrated my vagina, his thumb on my clitoris. I tremble, nearing an orgasm.

Marcel speaks, interrupting our mutual masturbation climax. "Let's move to the bedroom; I set up our handy cam on a tripod and our cells on the nightstands. I'm hoping Grant will trade your inaugural lechery for a bondage session with Darlene."

Marcel puts his arm around my waist, Darlene leads us.

She splays herself on the bed, opens her arms for me to climb on top. I stand by the bed admiring her voluptuous form. Her distinct tan lines indicate a string bikini, a trimmed triangle of dark brown pubes, crown her light chocolate skin shade of her entire vulva area. Her labia are dark brown matching her areoles, very large, wavy, the outer edges have a wrinkled surface. She's sopping, her inner surface is a contrasting bright pink; at the top of her slightly gaping vaginal opening is what appears to be a tiny penis. Her crinkled anus is equally as dark.

I fight the urge to dive in and suck those enticing lips and clit.

I stretch out on top of her, aggressively grasp her wrists and holding her hands wide, I force my tongue into her mouth, my legs between hers she wraps her legs around my torso and wildly thrusts. Moving her arms lower, I trace my tongue to her hardened nipples, circle one, then tug the other between my lips, I gingerly roll it between my teeth, raising myself up onto all fours, she releases me, I bring our hands down beside her hips. I trail lower, my tongue meandering down to her soft pubes, I trace the surface surrounding the edge of the trimmed triangle. I tug the soft, curly pubes with my lips, I get a whiff of her sensuous scent, "MMMmmm," I emit a moan because of the tempting fragrance. I intentionally exaggerate a loud inhale. "Darlene, your powerful aroma smells simply scrumptious." I push my nose to her clit, nod rapidly to caress the nub; she quivers and moans as I wriggle between the slippery folds, my tongue darts out to rim her rectum. Her fingers comb into my hair her hips writhe greeting the sensual stimulation.

Marcel has sat behind me, his right hand gently presses my inner thigh, requesting I widen my knees.

{'Oh, hell yes.'}

His fingers delicately tease my sensitive lips.

I release her hands and slowly move my fingers delicately up her sides to surround her boobs my thumbs rise from the underside to tweak her poking protrusions. My mouth simultaneously sucks seductively on her abundant, soft fleshy labia lips, I wrap my fingers around her tits, squeezing up the edges, like trying to make a sand teepee taller. "My Gawd, you taste fantastic." I gather her hands and put them on her tits, then run mine down her abdomen to her labia, my fingers lightly pinch and tug her labia outward, and I extend long licks up her slick slit, bottom to top, bottom to top repeatedly.

2 fingers easily enter me, with little exploration my g spot is located.

"OOHH, UUhhh huuuhhh." I moan before my tongue goes as deep as I can and tickling, flicking her clit on every upstroke; I repeat my timing is in unison with the fingers in my twat. Darlene is also moaning and writhing in sync.

"Delicious, Darlene, scrumptious, so succulent."

My thumbs meet on either side of her clit, I squish it like I'm trying to gingerly pop a pimple, wiggling against it, produces a pleasant groan. Marcel has pushed a digit into my rear. If I'm going to give Darlene an orgasm I better hurry as I'm losing concentration rapidly.

My right-hand lowers and my forefinger rim her taut wrinkled dark reddish brown anus skin. She rolls her hips in acknowledgement, inviting me to continue. My thumb slides into her cunt curling up to contact her g spot. My forefinger pressing to penetrate her anus. She groans appreciatively.

"Marcel." She wriggles her finger to beckon her husband, her face slightly contorted, her eyes wide and lust filled, I sense she's ready to climax. He crawls up, kneels, and she begins sucking his already erect phallus. I'm slightly disappointed as I was quite close, but I know I'll get my share of attention; and now I can concentrate on treating Darlene to a tremendous orgasm.

I look up across her spectacular, stunning, sexy body to watch that torpedo thrust into her mouth. My forefinger intrudes past her sphincter, she winces and clenches her buttocks, but quickly relaxes, I rotate my finger and press deeper. My tongue still licking her tasteful twat and teasing her clit. I hear her guttural moans, and her movement indicates she's nearing a climax. I swap my forefinger for my thumb in her butt, I put a 2nd finger in her pussy and begin a rhythm in both orifices. The alternating thrusts in her ass and cunt change her breathing. Her moans are louder, rhythmic; I speed up, frantically plunging. Her fingers are twisting and tugging her nipples, she's let her hubby's cock go, as she's constantly moaning, her head rocking from side to side, her back arches.

Her hips buck, she stiffens and with a grunt she quivers as a shivering, intense orgasm takes over.

"OOOHHH FFFUUUUUUCCK!" She has her nipples stretched, elongated to at least an inch and constantly twisting them.

"UUUNNNGGHHH, UUUHHH HHHUUUHHH!" Her hips twist sideways, my fingers depart her cunt, but my thumb remains in her butt as she rolls onto her side, she twerks her ass, grabs Marcel's cock squeezing, tugging it harshly.

"OOOHHH FFFUUUUUCK, her legs shake, another climax, she curls into a fetal position groaning.

"UUUUHHH HHUUUHHHH, SOOO GGUUUUD."

"I would like to watch you slow stroke fuck your wife with that sweet shaft, while I sit on her face, I also need to feel that long dong fuck me up the ass; but are you able to do both?"

"I'll pace myself; I really want to do you anally as well."

I lower my pussy to her face, Marcel slides easily into her, his hand on my tit. I put my hands to her tits and knead them gently, in unison with Marcel's lunging.

Marcel is steadily, thrusting, rocking, long, slow, strokes, pulling back until just the tip remains holding his position, careful not to fall out and needing to realign, then full 9" back until their pubic mounds mash against each other.

Darlene is groaning with each push; Marcel pauses at both ends of his thrusts briefly to enhance the sensations for her pleasure. Meanwhile I'm kneading and caressing her breasts, my fingertips tug a nipple with each pause in his strokes.

I sense Darlene's close, her moans are louder, her attention to my pussy isn't as deliberate. I smack her boob, she winces, but I recall her saying Marcel didn't hurt her as much as she liked. I slap both tits, twisting her nips aggressively; her hips arch, and she tries calling out, my cunt muffles her scream.

"Faster Marcel, ram her, hard and fast. Fuck your horny wife."

Slap, slap, right tit, left mound, slap, smack, right, left, slap, slap. "Harder Marcel, like she's a barroom whore, fuck her like a drunken wench." I twist her nipple pull them harshly elongating them until they slip from my grip.

Slap, slap, right, left, right, left, slap, slap, Darlene let's out a scream I'm sure the neighbors heard, her legs go straight, she shudders, hips humping, legs shaking.

"Fast as you can Marcel, pound that pussy." Marcel's forehead has beads of sweat. Slap, slap, right, left, right, left, she is writhing, grunting, still climaxing.