Editor's stuff: Thanks to kenjisato, as always. So, here she is back again, with another memorable moment. Enjoy!
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I mentioned in an earlier story that Nick and I had swung earlier in our marriage. This is how it started and went on.
⠠⠺⠑ were in our early thirties. Our sex life was still great. In our fantasies, we had realised we both got turned on by the idea of other people watching, or other people being involved.
We talked about it a lot because it was risky. What if we were just about to do it and the other suddenly felt jealous? Or, if the jealousy or guilt came afterwards? We discussed it for months, and finally agreed we would both give it a try. The rules were that we both had to be in the room at least when it started, and we couldn't see any of the participants on our own afterwards, unless the other was present. We also agreed that if one of us didn't like it, but the other did, we would still not do it again.
We didn't want to risk our friendships with anyone we knew, so we looked for respectable mature people of our age elsewhere in London, or close by.
After a bit of looking around, we found a couple of teachers who organised swinging for two or three couples a time.
We spoke to them at length. They asked a lot of questions, to find out as much as they could about us—including our sexual likes and dislikes. They then asked to meet for a drink.
They turned out to be in their early forties. Interestingly, neither of them, Kate nor Keith, were especially good looking. They were both comfortable in their builds; basically, a little fat and cuddly. This was fine by us, as both of us weren't fitness fanatics, and had put some weight on as the years had gone by. For me, it gave me a big bum and big tits—still quite firm, but a bit saggy. My hips were definitely child-bearing, with a small spare tyre just above them.
We got on very well. They were open and honest, and very easy to talk to.
Halfway through the conversation, they suggested we change seats to sit next to each other's partner. By the end of the evening, there had been quite a bit of gentle fondling and touching going on, so that on the way home we were turned on enough to stop for a backseat quickie.
The get-together was arranged for a Saturday night, so we booked a hotel in the town for the Saturday afternoon. As soon as we got into the room, Nick pushed me up against the wall, with me still in my coat, and we ferociously French kissed, while his hand went straight up my skirt.
I wore no knickers as I liked to, whenever I got the opportunity. And I was wet—I was always not far off being turned on—but the prospect of what was coming, and the sex we had had that morning, had me leaking like a faucet. It was running down my thighs, which I loved to feel.
Nick had three fingers in me easily, and finger-banged me hard for a couple of minutes, until I was gasping. But before he did his usual of bringing his thumb across my abnormally large clit to make me scream, he took his fingers out and turning me gently around, bent me over the desk.
I went onto my arms, as he lifted my skirt. Thirty seconds later, we both groaned as he buried his nine inches inside me, in one smooth thrust. We enjoyed all kinds of tempos of fucking, and hard-and-fast was certainly up there. I pushed back to match his thrusts, and in a couple of minutes, we came together. I liked the feel of his cum dripping out of me, down my legs, too; so I didn't have a shower until after dinner, just before we left.
The house turned out to be a big, detached house in a nice middle-class bit of suburbia. By the time we were standing at the door, my bush was definitely damp and a little trickle of juice was beginning down my thigh. When I slid my hand across the front of Nick's trousers, he was very hard.
It was Kate who opened the door. She was wearing a robe which didn't leave much to the imagination—it was tied very loosely, revealing a lot of her big tits and a flash of her hairy cunt, when she moved. She kissed us both welcome, and it wasn't a little peck. Her tongue was long and soft, as it duelled with mine and I had a shiver in my pussy, when I imagined what that tongue would be like on my clit.
She directed us upstairs to the spare bedroom, to change into our own robes. It made sense to be wearing not a lot, and to give easy access; making it clear what we were all there for. We undressed quickly, but before we put our robes on, we came together for a very passionate kiss and finger action. We wanked each other for a minute, before we separated and headed downstairs.
Kate led us to a room at the back of the house. It was definitely designed for adult fun. There was a fifty-inch TV screen on the wall, with a still image of a mature couple engaged in a sixty-nine being shown on it. There were two large couches, two deep armchairs, and two big bean-bag cushions; all of a size to accommodate relaxed coupling. Against one wall was a long sideboard, and on its top, were various sex toys, with bottles and tubes of lubricants.
The other couples, Emma and Charlie, Karen and Roger, were already there, standing with drinks in their hands. I noted that Roger's hand was already on Emma's bum, and Karen's right hand was slowly sliding up and down the front of Charlie's robe, exactly where his cock was.
Keith got us drinks and we stood around just chatting. It was very relaxing, easing out any tension. We just talked about our families and our jobs. It was so relaxed, that when we split into pairs, it was almost natural.
My tummy fluttered for a second, when Emma led Nick to one of the bean bags and pulled him down to lie very close to her. She immediately nibbled the bottom of his ear, while slipping her hand inside his robe. Knowing what happened when he had his ears licked, I knew what Emma would find.
My attention, though, was taken away by someone moving in behind me, and quickly, but without tension, opening my robe and slipping it off my shoulders. As it hit the floor, a pair of hands came up and cupped each heavy breast, tweaking the nipples between fingers.
"Let's go and sit on the couch," a voice breathed in my ear. What surprised and excited me, was that it was—a female voice and feminine hands on my tits.
Kate walked backwards, slowly keeping her hands on my tits, until her legs hit the couch. Then, she lowered herself gently down and I found myself in her lap. She kept her legs together, so mine were each side of hers, which left my pussy exposed.
That was exactly the plan. There was a little bit of stroking of the inner thigh, but she knew what she really wanted.
I gasped, as the fingers of each hand, delicately stroked their respective cunt lips which were already open and wet. Within a minute, they were gaping like an open flower, and my juice was flowing freely down my arse.
When she slipped three fingers into me, they went in very easily with a squelching noise. Then her fingers were also on my clit. I was jerking my hips in response, my head back, groaning.
"Look at what your hubby is doing, sweetie," she breathed in my ear.
Turning my head to the left, I groaned.
Nick lay flat on his back on the bean bag. I couldn't see his face—as it was buried in Emma's pussy. Similarly, his cock was hidden by Emma's mouth.
"I'm going to make you cum when he does," Kate growled. She did exactly that.
She kept glancing to her left, pacing the movement of her fingers with the movement of Emma's mouth, and the thrusting of Nick's hips. She was a mistress at keeping me just on the edge.
I was continuously moaning, squeezing and pulling my own tits hard. Then suddenly, my clit was squeezed between finger and thumb, and three fingers were jammed hard inside me. She found my G-spot. I came with a scream, and looking to my left, I saw Nick's cum leaking from Emma's mouth.
I slumped against Kate, trying to get my breath back. Noises from elsewhere in the room, brought my attention to Charlie and Karen; she was riding him on a couch and they came in a frenzy.
What caught my attention most, was Roger and Keith, who were engaged in a sucking sixty-nine on another couch. I had never seen two men getting it on together before, and I found it arousing.
Kate noticed and nipped my ear. "I think you should put your mouth to use now, like they are," she said, huskily.
I knew what she wanted, and slid down to the carpet. Turning round, I looked into another pussy, one I was about to eat. I loved pussy and experiencing a new one, really turned me on.
Kate's was lovely. Lots of ginger curls shaped into a heart. The hair on the lips had been removed, so her big fat lips were very visible. They were open, revealing only slightly thinner inner lips. Her hole looked big, leaking liquid. Her clit was fully revealed at the top. It was bigger than average, and pulsed, beckoning me in.
A hand pulled my head in, and a voice commanded, "Eat me."
I went at it with gusto. Her cunt hair was soft and damp, and I rubbed my face in it— getting her scent all over, while my nose worked at her clit and my tongue on her lips. She gasped in pleasure and encouraged me more.
I had just got my tongue inside her hole, when I gasped myself. A firm hand had hold of my hip and the other guided hard cock into the furnace of my cunt.
I didn't try and find out who it was, I just got into the spirit. My mystery fucker and I moved together, starting slowly. Whoever he was, my fucker was good. He made small adjustments in depth, movement and speed, which heightened my pleasure.
I was moaning into Emma's snatch, which must have increased her pleasure because after only a couple of minutes, she came with a cry.
This was the signal for my mystery fucker to go for it. Without warning, he upped his pace and banged me hard. I shouted and groaned. I came, but he didn't relent. He just kept on going, fucking me to a second orgasm. Only then, did he empty himself inside me.
When he pulled away, I rolled over onto my back. It was Roger on his haunches, with a glistening cock, smiling down at me. I smiled weakly back, and reached out to run my fingers down his still-half-hard rod.
Shouts to my right, turned out to be Karen being double-fucked by Charlie and Keith in her mouth and cunt. They all came at that moment.
For a couple of minutes, no one moved. There was just the smell of rampant pussy and cum, and deep breathing as people recovered.
Then, somebody was moving. In a few steps, I was looking up into a very hairy cunt, splattered with globs of cum, and cum leaking gently out of open lips.
"I bring you a gift from your hubby," Emma smiled, and turning around she lowered her cunt to my face, and engaged her tongue in my pussy searching for her hubby's cum.
I had never eaten Nick's cum from another pussy. The smell was very strong of pussy and that bleachy cum smell. Emma's quim was as hairy as mine, and my tongue burrowed through a fair bit of fur to slurp up the offering. Emma used her cunt muscles to push Nick's cum out, and I had to swallow several times to get it all down.
When there was nothing else, I just let my tongue and lips work on her cunt. She humped my face, as I thrust my pussy up into hers. We came together loudly.
As I got my breath back, I glanced at my watch. We had been going at it for an hour. Kate suggested a break, and we sat around drinking. Nick came over and asked me how I was. I smiled and said I was very happy.
He grinned broadly, "So you want to stay a bit longer?"
I just smiled back and squeezed his cock. I went upstairs to the loo. When I came back down, the fun had started again.
Nick was on his back again, and again, he was eating pussy as Karen rode his face. His cock this time, though, was buried in a pussy—Kate's to be precise. Roger and Emma were locked into a sixty-nine on the couch.
This left Keith and Charlie. They were sitting on either end of the other couch. Each was gently wanking themselves, watching the action. Both had average-sized cocks, but I suspected they knew what to do with them.
