This story is true. It will, hopefully, be the first in a series telling the real-life story of how my wife and I began dipping into the tantalizing world of group sex and free love. The names have been changed (obviously). This is the first time I've written our adventures down, and any comments or feedback via email would be appreciated.
This happened about two years ago, as my wife and I learned to open up and explore our raging sexual appetites. It's been a lot of fun, and I'm excited to share our adventures with you. Let me back up first, and introduce Melissa and I.
We both grew up in very strict religious communities, environments we now recognize as sex-negative and misogynistic (basically, cults). We married young, Melissa 21 and I barely 22. We fooled around before marriage but somehow managed to remain virgins, probably due to the release we found in hungry kisses and fevered petting sessions.
Although this is a true story, I can tell you without exaggeration that Melissa is a stunner. We met in college, working together at...the cleaners. Weird, right? I remember the first time I saw her—she'd just rung up a customer and she was putting money back in the cash register, a habit she did dozens of times per day. But there was something sweet, something graceful about her movements. Melissa stands about 5'7", a nice slim 120 pounds or so. She has a great figure: long legs that she loves to show off, a firm, round ass and breasts...those breasts.
Let's just say we've both enjoyed exploring her body and learning all the pleasure we can get from it. Back to that first day. She had on a nice tight yellow tank top, exposing just a hint of those lovely freckled shoulders. Her auburn hair flowed down to her shoulders, with pretty black streaks dyed in. I was hooked!
We hit it off right away, and began dating that semester—my last before graduation. Needless to say, we spent a fair amount of time in the back room at the cleaners. I'll never forget those first moments of discovery, with Melissa's big brown eyes looking up at me as she unzipped my jeans for the first time, fishing out my cock and settling her plump lips around my head.
She'd never tasted or even seen a man's dick before (I told you we grew up sheltered). And I'd certainly never kissed my way down a beautiful girl's stomach, taking in her dizzying scent and hearing her beg me to kiss her pussy. We've all been there, those incredible first moments of discovery with someone we love and cherish. But I'd like to think Melissa and I had an unusual spark, a freedom with each other's bodies and hearts and set us on a path for years of sexy fun.
The months after I graduated from college were a whirlwind. I found a surprisingly good job back home in Michigan, and Melissa graduated and joined me. We married soon after, found a decent apartment and settled into what soon became a comfortable routine. We both worked hard, saved money, and took a few trips here and there.
The sex was good, and Melissa proved a formidably horny partner. Several times in our first year of marriage I had to beg for mercy after we fucked until the wee hours; her appetite was just insatiable! Not that I minded, of course, especially after a long fuck session when she would kneel in front of me, look into my face with those big brown eyes and quietly urge me to cum all over her.
More than once I thought I would faint with pleasure as her soft, skillful hands brought me to orgasm and my cum shot onto her gorgeous 34DD tits. Oh, those tits! I could go on, but maybe you'll just have to attend one of our swinger parties and see them for yourself.
You probably figured out that we have something of a cum fetish. I don't know how or when it began, I just know that we both really enjoyed seeing me shoot my load as the end to a passionate lovemaking session. I can't even count how many times I've cum on Melissa's round ass after fucking her doggy style, on her shoulders, hair and tits thanks to a delicious handjob, or into her sweet, tight mouth.
Now, Melissa's pleasure plays a huge role in this story too. Like many couples, figuring out what she likes and needs in the bedroom came slower than it did for me. But we were both determined, and with her love for sex it was a foregone conclusion that soon she'd be an orgasm machine (pardon the phrase). The key for her turned out to be masturbation, as I imagine it is for many women.
Her first orgasm came on a bitter cold wintry afternoon, with the shades drawn and Melissa lying comfortably, naked, on our bed. She had asked me to kiss her neck and breasts while she played with herself, to which I, of course, agreed. I remember hoping that this would be the day she'd finally experience release, and I urged her to explore herself and hold nothing back.
Gently kissing her neck, I stroked back her hair and inhaled her delicious fragrance, tracing my fingers slowly down to her navel. That's always been one of her erogenous zones, and I knew enough to hold off from pleasuring her too much there until she was more ready. So I just kept on going, fingering that ultra-sensitive spot between her pussy lips and her asshole.
This was another favorite spot of hers, and on this occasion it drove her wild. Her fingers got to work, one lightly caressing her clit and the other plunging deep inside her pussy. I could actually hear her fingers busily working as I pulled myself up on an elbow and kissed her deeply. It wasn't long before she began arching her back and crying out.
"Oh god Craig. Please...just...please keep it up. Touch me more, kiss me everywhere..." I slipped down to her stomach and kissed around her navel, teasing her before tonguing inside. She gasped, and I heard her fingers speed up. She gave one more cry, and she was cumming.
Cumming for me, for us. I hugged her leg, trying to show her I was there for her and enjoying her orgasm along with her. She shivered, her breath caught and then she collapsed heavily onto the bed, feverish and delighted. We kissed long and sweetly, then laughed and enjoyed that feeling of relief when you finally achieve something you've wanted for a long, long time.
As you can imagine, our high sex drives kept us pretty busy in the bedroom. Like every couple, we had times where we needed to be apart or to rest, but there was no keeping us apart for long. There was a theme that emerged as we got to know each other better, though: my wife was bisexual.
It came out one night a few months after Melissa's first orgasm as we lay in bed talking. She'd had a few very close female friends in high school and college and it seemed like she was always reminiscing about how much fun she had with them, and how much she missed their company.
