This is my first attempt at this, so any comments, both positive and negative are welcome. This is a true story; only the names have been changed.
My girlfriend is the most sexually expressive woman I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. This is the story of one of the things that happened to us about a year after we got together. We were both in our early 30's at the time (late 30's now) and had already fulfilled some of our mutual fantasies during the year we had been together β stories which I may well put into words later, but for now, you are stuck with this one.
The mutual fantasies were great, but I wanted to try something that was purely for me. To put it bluntly, I wanted to fuck another woman and to watch her do the same. Not that Sam wasn't enough for me, far from it, she was the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest, cock straining woman ever. I don't think she would be overly upset if I told you she is not pretty in the traditional sense, but she is attractive, has a wonderful smile, a laid back personality which means she never gets stressed or gives me a hard time and has the sexiest gleam in her eyes that makes me hard thinking about it.
We had already discussed our fantasies in great detail, and as I have said, we had already fulfilled some of them. I was wondering if asking her to take this particular one from fantasy to reality was going to be a step too far. I needn't have worried! I could hardly believe my luck when she not only agreed but was enthusiastic about the idea. She had already had a bi experience years before with a friend of hers but it had not developed into more than just a couple of times, but she had enjoyed it and was happy to find someone else to play with, and not only that, but she was fine with the idea of me fucking her as well. Only problem was we didn't want to do it with anyone we knew so it meant having to get pro-active and find someone. I came to the conclusion that finding a single woman to come and join us wouldn't be the easiest task in the world but there were probably plenty of couples out there who were willing, so I put this suggestion to her. I didn't have a problem with other men fucking Sam, in fact I had actively encouraged it in the past as she enjoyed the attention of me and another man, and I enjoyed watching her being fucked, or sucking on another mans cock. She was agreeable to the idea of another couple and I nearly jumped for joy.
We put an ad in a national paper that has a service for people like us looking to meet up with others. Anyone interested in our ad could leave a message on a voicemail system run by the paper for us to listen to and get in contact with if we liked the sound of them. The next week our ad appeared and the night after that there was a message for us on the voicemail. It was from a guy called Chris and he left a few details about him and his girlfriend Lianne and most importantly their phone number so we could get back to them. Sam and I listened to the message several times and decided that they sounded OK and that we should give them a ring to see if they were just as nice one to one on the phone.
Nervously I dialled their number and Chris answered. I introduced myself and we chatted. We both expanded on the information we had already given about ourselves and after five minutes or so of us talking we handed the phones over to our respective girlfriends so they could have a chat too. It transpired that Lianne and Chris were three or four years younger than us, lived about thirty or so miles away from us and had an almost identical fantasy to ours. Lianne had never had sex with another woman, but was keen to try it and funnily enough Chris was all for it as well. They were even willing for us to swap the two women between us two guys, so it was all systems go!
After a few more phone calls over the next couple of weeks, each one more explicit than the last, we finally found a day when all four of us were free and they arranged to meet us in a pub on the outskirts of our city. This was ideal so that if we didn't get on as well in person as on the phone it would be easier to extricate ourselves from a neutral place like a pub rather than our house. As it turned out we needn't have worried. Sam and I arrived first and were about half way through our drinks when we saw a nervous looking couple matching their description at the other end of the pub. We called them over and after an initial few minutes of pregnant pauses and stilted talking we all began to relax. Chris was a broad muscular shape, built almost like a rugby player while Lianne was a tall, slim and attractive with blonde hair and a lovely willowy figure. We stayed in the pub chatting for about an hour, had a couple of drinks each, but strangely, not once did the conversation get around to sex or what we were all there for, despite the pretty steamy talks we had enjoyed over the past couple of weeks on the phone.
So now we are back at our place, each of us with a drink, the lights down low and Sam and I next to each other on the sofa, and Chris and Lianne about seven or eight feet away, both sitting on the floor, leaning up against one of the armchairs. This really was an awkward moment. We had been home and chatting for about ten minutes by now, but still nothing sexual and I was beginning to think it was going to go nowhere. We all obviously liked each other or we would not have invited them back and they would not have accepted, but this was getting ridiculous. I decided it was time someone did something and had the feeling that if it wasn't me then it wasn't going to be anyone.