After our evening with Pauline and Gordon, Kevin and I had discussed what we were doing at some length and we agreed that we would go on and do more. We put the last escapade down to bad luck. We both recognised that it 'dating' strangers satisfied a need that had built up in both of us as we slinked through our forties and confronted the fact that we were entering our middle-ages.
Usually after sex we talked at length and that of course rekindled our arousal which resulted in repeat performances, something that hadn't happened for years.
We had seen Pauline and Gordon again a few weeks after the first meeting when they had visited us at our house in Essex. We had a repeat performance of dinner and dancing then sex in the same room. It was every bit as good as the first time and Kevin suggested a third meeting which Gordon politely rejected explaining.
"The group's rules stipulate that couples shouldn't meet more than twice in any three-month period," he explained going on to tell us that it was to prevent members getting too close which could lead to break ups.
"Of course, if two couples want to meet more often they can leave the group and do as they wish," he explained.
So instead of seeing them we went with two other couples both of which were good and enjoyable although not as much as Gordon and Pauline, in my opinion.
Probably two months or so after Gordon and Pauline, Kevin and I were in bed with his laptop going through prospective partners. The couple that we were both favouring, Diane and Simon, were similar ages to us in the mid-forties. She was slim with shoulder-length, black hair and a trim figure. He was chunky and of average height with a well-tuned, muscular body. Diane had answered 'completely bi, but understand if others aren't interested' to the question of her sexuality. On the profile we had to complete I had ticked 'curious and interested' to the question concerning bi involvement. Any couples with who we made a date would see the profile as we would theirs.
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We had drinks on a balcony looking out over the Thames and the O2, followed by a light dinner with wine. Again, we moved from the table into a lounge and once more the transition from being four respectable adults and strangers to starting to become swinging lovers went smoothly. Music, dancing and low lights on the top of sufficient wine are such wonderful aphrodisiacs.
The difference this time was that after Simon and I had been kissing and petting for some time and he had unbuttoned my dress at the front, he had whispered. "Let me take you to bed Jayne. Ok?"
"Yes," I replied as he took my hand and pulled me up from where we had been sitting on a sofa. Holding my dress in place so I was somewhat ridiculously hiding my boobs I quite unnecessarily slipped my high heels back on and let him lead me across the flat and into a bedroom.
Wordlessly we undressed ourselves. Although scrambling each other out of their clothes has its time and place, I do quite like undressing myself and seeing my lover undress themselves if circumstances permit.
"Mmmmm Jayne that looks fantastic," he said as I got down to my black bra, thong and lacy topped hold up stockings.
He was removing his boxers as I slid my thong off and I was surprised to see the girth of his cock. It was thicker than the few I had been with and momentarily I wondered whether I would be able to take it. He smiled as he saw where I was looking. "Don't worry I'll take it easy and we have some lube if necessary."
He was a considerate and adept lover. After we lay on the bed, he took me in his arms and squashed my breasts against his muscular, tight and hairy chest. "Lots of gym work, weights and tennis," he'd explained a little earlier. That felt good as did the outline of his erection that seemed to be making an indentation into most of my stomach. He fondled my breasts and took my hand and pressed it on his cock. That made my heart pump a little faster for it really did feel huge, something I had not experienced beforegreat. He kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples as I stroked his back, his balls and his cock. He found my clit and expertly stimulated that and then slid his finger in me to give me my first, surprisingly strong, orgasm.
"Good?"
"Oh yes," I grunted as those waves of lovely feelings washed over me.
As with the other times I was getting so much pleasure and excitement from being with someone other than my husband. Although I meant that in no way disrespectfully to him it really was such a buzz to be with a near stranger and to experience sex with him. But, I had learned to my relief, it wasn't just any sex with anyone. Craig had not made me feel like Simon and the others had to varying degrees of pleasure and satisfaction.
He held me for some time, gently stroking my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples as I came down. He was spot on with his timing as when to start again and equally spot on with when to enter me.
"Maybe best to open your legs a little wider," he muttered as he pressed the awesome sized end of his cock against my lips.
Fortunately, but naturally I was very wet and I guess this helped the relative monster slide pretty effortlessly in me. Once right up me he held his cock still presumably to let me get used to it. I did very quickly and it felt fucking marvellous. I felt so filled, almost to overflowing. Every part of me down there was being stimulated at the same time as he started to move slowly up and down inside me.
"Now close your legs as far as is comfortable," he whispered, exerting his control and displaying his knowledge and skill as he again held himself still as far up me as he could go.
I was able to pretty much close my legs and just how that happened with his big cock fully embedded in me I have no idea; I guess the plumbing in that region gets complicated at times like that!
I had never been fucked quite like this before, but then I had also never been fucked by such a thick cock before.
He started moving again, but very slowly and not very far. Not once during the entire fuck did he shove very hard, slam himself in and out of me, thrust hard or fast or pump himself quickly up and down in me. Everything was slow and at a very languid pace. Lots of the time as he kissed me, bent his body and sucked my nipples or squeezed the cheeks of my ass he simply held himself rigid inside me. He did, though, move me around. Starting on my back he turned us onto our sides, then me on top, onto our other sides again and then back to me on my back. That amount of movement was new to me and was expanding my sexual repertoire quite significantly.
And slowly, very slowly like that he built me up towards my second orgasm. It was beautiful. He seemed to have a sixth sense knowing exactly when I was coming to the boil and with three or four slightly longer, but still slow moves he started to cum too so that we climaxed together.
"Jayne that was lovely," he said as he held me until my shaking finished. "Was it ok for you?"
"It was Simon yes" I replied kissing him. "It really was lovely," I told him as he carefully peeled the condom off which looked very full.
As I lay there for a few moments regaining my equilibrium I thought to myself that it had been one of the best fucks of my life. That worried me a little as it was slightly denigrating my husband but facts are facts in love or war!
Simon cuddled me up to him and comforted me as I came down from my orgasm. It was just as if we were longer-time lovers rather than virtual strangers. That made me once more think about sex and social conditioning. I wondered just how man, in its widest sense, would be sexually if society and particularly religion didn't impose their conditioning upon an act that can give so much physical and mental pleasure. I wondered whether the emotional confusion that many, particularly women, experience with 'recreational' sex would be different without that interference. And, of course, it made me think much deeper about partner exchanging.
I turned as I heard a tap on the door. Diane poked her head round it.
"Are you both decent?" she said.
"Yes Di, unfortunately we are," Simon replied laughing as his wife walked in. She was wrapped in a large, white towel that covered her boobs and ended mid-thigh. The combination of her pale, smooth skin, very black hair and the white of the towel was very attractive and in fact she looked stunning. Kevin followed her into the room also wrapped in a towel, a blue one that was wrapped round his waist.
They both sat on the bed. "Have a good time?" Diane asked."
"Yes very, didn't we Jayne," Simon said squeezing my shoulder.
"Yes Simon," I replied looking at Kevin who smiled.
"Did you two?" Simon asked.
