Jodi is in my arms. Hugging Her makes me happy that I am a man. As I look into her light blue eyes, I see both sweet vulnerability and undeniable strength. The nape of her neck is smooth and my lips trace the slope up to her ear lobes, which I softly suck. Her DD boobs press against me. My chest cops a feel in place of my hands.
I wonder which bra she is wearing under her silky, button down shirt. My mind wanders to memories of her modeling different bras for me. I love watching her slip out of one, how her boobs jiggle slightly, how her nipples stand pink and erect, much like a soldier standing for inspection, how she is both shy and excited by my gaze.
As I hold her, I am sure she feels the hot rod of flesh I am now carrying in my pants.
My hands move down her back, reach the waistband of her black suede miniskirt. I kiss her hard and hungry and I close my eyes, cocooned in the hot lather of lust that our bodies have stirred up. My hands move past her waistband and beneath her skirt. They move along the smooth bare curves of her ass, in the middle of which is the thin fabric of her lacy thong. My cock throbs.
I love her in thongs. I tell her to wear them as often as possible. I love how they frame her ass and her pussy. Sometimes I make her stand in front of me, topless, with just her thong on. I give my eyes as long as they want in front, moving my gaze up her long legs, to the junction where her shaved, sometimes waxed, pussy awaits. Then I turn her around. I literally kiss her ass. Usually in moments I pull off the thong and adore the sight from behind. Incredible.
All those images and thoughts run through my mind as I am kissing her, as my hands move back and forth across her ass, sometimes moving my fingers under the fabric in her crack.
"Baby, I love you," I say.
She smiles. Her cheeks look like red apples. "Thanks, hon. Love you too."
She chuckles to herself.
I step back a bit. "What is it?'
"Just a memory." She looks away, caught by the past.
"Hm. A memory. Do tell."
She waves her hand. "Nothing."
"Too late now, babe. Gotta spill it.."
She scrapes the rug with the tip of her 4" heel. "Uhh, ok. It was with Kirt that I last wore this skirt."
We have been together for 2 years now. Kirt is her ex-husband.
"Oh, where did you wear it?"
She looked worried now.
It's alright to tell me. I am just curious."
"To a swinger party."
Ok. I didn't expect that.
She tells me the story of her failing marriage, how she wanted to try anything and everything to save it. She had figured the swinger party might reintroduce passion into their relationship. So, from her story I learn more about her marriage. I also learn that my dear girlfriend is much more adventurous than I had ever imagined.
Wonderful.
Days go by. I avoided the subject, though every time I fantasized about a swingers party, I would get hard as a rock. Not convenient at work.
Finally, the next weekend I bring it up. "What the heck," I say to her. "Now I am curious. Let's do it." Turns out she had looked up the swingers group. They are still active. The next party is two weeks away.
Finally the night came.
I asked her to wear the suede miniskirt. She did, complimented by knee high, black leather "fuck me boots," as she called them. Her long legs were made for those boots. Her shirt was a light blue, cotton button down. I love how her boobs strain the buttons of any shirt she wears. I told her not to tell me what bra and panties she was wearing. I was hoping to get her undressed later and wanted to be surprised. She had her red hair nicely curled. All of that, along with big hoop earrings and just enough makeup and she was a sight for a hot time.
I tried my best to dress sexy, but a guy doesn't have that many ways of "sexing it up." I wore tight jeans, rolled up cotton shirt and leather cowboy boots. With my boots I stand about 6'3" and with hers, she is about 6', so we were a very noticeable couple.
The party was being held at a small bar, with attached small hotel, about an hour from where we lived. I hoped it was far enough to avoid running into someone I knew. Imagine standing there while your girlfriend is busy sucking your cock and your neighbor strolls by? Hey, how's it coming?
Anyway, we go into the place somewhat nervous. We are greeted warmly by the hosts, a woman and her boyfriend. It is dimly lit, the ceiling is "dive bar" low, the crowd is not numerous. But she tells us it will be busy soon and to go have a drink and relax. The available seats are all stools or high chairs. I am immediately happy we came as I watch Jodi have to sit on a stool with her very short skirt. I order our drinks and my eyes wander right up her legs. After a few minutes I have to stand up because my big erection is making me feel painfully constricted in my tight jeans. I rub my hardon against her bare legs.
She grins widely and lets her gaze linger on my crotch. "Nice," she whispers, licking her lips.
I lean over and whisper into her ear: "You can get any guy hard." Sure, it doesn't hurt my cause to compliment her. But, I actually totally believe what I said.
And from the stolen glances up her legs from the guys who are beginning to enter the bar, I think my belief is confirmed.
But soon I notice that she appeals to an even wider audience. As I chat with Jodi, I see other women leering at her big boobs and long legs. Now I am really excited.
The bar is soon packed. I can't help but stare at the numerous women who are dressed in slinky outfits. There is cleavage everywhere and hemlines just below pussy lines.
The dance floor directly in front of us is busy. Jodi is still sitting on a stool. It is against the wall and with the crowd and the dim lighting, I feel safe in sliding my hand beneath her skirt in the back. She doesn't flinch. My hands go down her ass and reach her pussy. I give it a few strokes with my fingers, then pull out, not wanting to go overboard. Jodi grabs my crotch and squeezes my cock a few times through my jeans.
A couple standing next to us watches her hand on me. The woman stares. The guy looks away.
My attention is diverted to a group of three women on the dance floor. One of them is especially attractive: thick black shoulder length hair, pretty face, thin legs. She is wearing a mini dress. She is pressed in between two other women. The one if front of her is kissing her lustily. The one behind her is grabbing her ass through her dress. Suddenly, the one in front shows everyone a unique feature of her conquest's dress: it has a panel over the boobs, a panel held by Velcro. She yanks it down and out pop two C-cup size bare boobs. The woman dives on them and sucks with vigor. The woman behind reaches around and fondles her pussy through the dress.
