Steve and I always talked about having sex with and around other people. It was one of those fantasies that I don't think either one of us thought we would actually play out, but I wasn't really shocked when he brought up the subject while we were sitting on the beach one afternoon.
Just a little background first. My name is Erica, and I've known Steve for close to 30 years. I'm about 5'4" and weigh about 110. I have small breasts with ultra sensitive nipples. I don't shave my pussy smooth, but I do keep it neatly trimmed with the area around my lips and anus completely hairless. I'm not a Playboy model, but I think I look pretty good to be in my early 50s.
Steve is 6' and weighs about 200. He's works out quite a bit, so he's in fair shape himself. The one thing he has is a lovely cock. It's every bit of 8" and so thick I can't wrap my hand all the way around it.
Steve and I are both married but not to each other. When we first met back in our mid 20s we had a brief affair that lasted 6 months or so. It was mostly sexual, but there were some emotions involved on both sides. When we ended things, we would occasionally run into each other at business functions as he worked for the same company my husband did, but it was very rare. About 10 years ago we were both involved in a group email to which Steve sent a response. I responded back to him, and we started communicating again. Things just progressed from there.
Now before Steve, I wasn't a very sexual person. Mind you, I wasn't a virgin; I just was never sexually fulfilled. Neither my husband nor any of my other lovers ever did it for me, if that makes any sense. From that first reconnection, Steve fueled passions in me that I had completely turned off when we split so many years ago. He taught me things and we experimented a lot. It probably helped that I never could say "no" to him. Come to find out, I enjoy being fisted, and while not all of the time, I occasionally enjoy anal.
So as we sat on the beach drinking our wine, we began to discuss a pool party a couple had invited him to provided he bring a guest. At first I didn't understand...guest? He then explained that they were swingers and unaccompanied males were not allowed. At first I was very reluctant, and he didn't try to talk me into it. Instead, he dropped the subject and moved on to something else. It was me who brought it back up a couple of hours later as different scenes played out in my mind. Having sex with other people watching and involved sounded intriguing. As we discussed it, I began to get myself worked up to the point where I grabbed a couple of towels and Steve's hand and took him behind a sand dune.
Steve and I decided the best course of action would be to make a weekend out of it, so he arranged for a hotel room and I made arrangements with my family to away for a few days. The party was scheduled for Saturday, so we left on a Friday evening after work. If anything it was nice to have some alone time with Steve.
I don't think either one of us really slept that night. When the morning arrived I woke up to find a small box by the bed. Steve told me it was a gift, so I opened it to find a new Wicked Weasel bikini. Now Steve has bought me several Wicked Weasel products before, and I love them. I love wearing the bikinis to the beach every chance I have with him. This one was made of black mesh material...completely see through.
As we prepared to leave, Steve had on a pair of shorts, t-shirt and flip flops. I was dressed in a short denim skirt, with a shoe string tank top with my new bikini underneath. This is Steve's favorite outfit on me.
We arrived at the address around 12 and drove down a long dirt driveway which opened up into a circular drive next to a large house. As we exited the car, I could hear music coming from the back yard. There were no neighbors around, this place was secluded.
Jill answered the door and greeted both of us. Steve already knew her and her husband Brad, so he made the introductions. Jill and Brad are very attractive, and I guessed were in their early to mid 40s. The first stop as we entered the house was the bar. Brad made us both drinks as we discussed the rules. I had butter flies in my stomach, and I think Jill could sense this. Placing her hand on my arm, she assured me that I didn't have to do anything I was comfortable with. She went on to tell me that she had known everyone at the party for a number of years and everyone was respectful. There were couples there that never had sex with other people, they just enjoyed being watched and watching others. The one universal rule was, "No means No!" If you didn't or couldn't respect that you would be asked to leave and never return. Brad left to return to the party while Jill gave us a tour of the house. Several rooms had people going at it. One in particular took me by surprise. There was a woman lying on the floor on her back. There were 3 guys, one eating her pussy while she sucked on one and jacked the other off at the same time. Jill acted like it was no big deal, while Steve and I watched in complete amazement. Jill broke the silence telling us that sense the door was open, we were welcome to watch. If the door was closed, with the occupied on the door knob, they wanted privacy.
Soon we were out on the patio where Jill introduced us to the remaining people. I didn't count, but there had to be over 40 people there which made the introductions rather lengthy. On top of that, everyone was in some state of undress. Most of the women were topless, and a few of the men were wearing very skimpy bathing suits.
By this time, I needed to use the restroom, so I excused myself. Besides, I was so wet from excitement, my fluids were beginning to run down my thighs. As I made my way back to the pool, I decided to go by the room with the threesome going on. The woman was now on all fours getting fucked from behind and sucking another man off who happened to be Brad. He looked at me, smiled and asked if I'd like to join in on the fun. I nervously declined and said, "maybe later" as I walked away.
I returned to the patio to find Steve talking with one of the couples we had just met. Jill had removed her coverup and bikini top and was now kissing on one off the other women we had just met. After what I had just seen, I didn't think of this as shocking.
Steve and the other couple welcomed me to their conversation. Their names were Ryan and Jamie. Both were about our age and very attractive. Jamie was about my size but with larger tits...obviously enhanced. She was wearing a purple thong bikini and was still wearing her top. Ryan was wearing shorts and a t-shirt very similar to Steve. He was about the same height as Steve but probably had 20lbs on him. He wasn't fat, just husky in a bearish sort of way.
Our conversation revolved around the lifestyle and what attracted us to it. Jamie explained that they had been married for several years and were simply looking for some variety to spice things up. About 15 minutes into the conversation, we were interrupted by a woman named Diane. She introduced herself to us as we hadn't met when we had arrived, then quickly took Ryan's hand and led him away. Jamie told us not to be insulted as they hook up every time they get together. I asked her if that made her jealous, and she responded that it didn't any more. He had his fun and she had hers, but at the end of the day, they go home together.
